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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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VA Reader pulling a harmless prank on seemingly innocent yan-

Shhh.

"Be quiet, it's ringing!" Stifling your own baited laughter, you press a finger to your lips as you hold the phone to your ear - shushing your partner in crime. Huddled together on their couch, you and your accomplice hover over their phone like two kids. about to take part in the same comedic pastime. Similar to those fictitious children you both had trouble containing your excitement for the mischief planned to unleash. You angle the speaker below your lips as the line connects.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is Y/n in today?"

The line goes dead.

"What?" You dial the number again, beginning to wonder if this was as good an idea as when it was shoved in your head. You've been in the voice acting business for a couple months now - a lifelong passion finally realized with dedication and training. Paid roles were far in between, but you had fun with what you did, and were on the road to starting an asmr channel with the assistance of a good friend. Being somewhat of a prankster, that same person suggested you prank call your job and already had a script to boot. It was a little hard to say no with the effort they put into it.

"Hello?"

You regain peace of mind as the phone clicks. Too late to go back now. Once again you relax yourself, swallowing as you breath through your nose and draw your voice from the reaches of your throat.

"Hi, I called just a minute ago? I was asking about someone who may work there?"

The line goes quiet - again. You would've suspected them to have hung up again if not for the labored breathing on the other end. Your coworker forces out a chuckle.

"I'm sorry, nobody by that name works here."

One thing you learned after spending so much time together with this particular coworker was they were a terrible liar. It's what made you glad they're the one that picked up on top of their obvious caution in fear of your safety. Others would be glad to rat out your location if it meant less time take out of their schedule. If anything, the person you were speaking to now would drop everything to help you out. Just the type of person they were.

"Are you sure? We went out the weekend and they mentioned this place while we were talking. They suddenly stopped answered my calls after chatting not stop and I'm worried about them."

You read over your notes to pass the time until they reply. Wow, your friend really thought of everything. At this point you could possibly wing things out, but they had witten heavily in-depth paragraphs detailing possible scenarios and what to say as a result. Real gushy things too. If it weren't for their goofy nature you'd start to wonder what the true motives behind this prank were.

"maybe that's for the best."

"Pardon?" Your voice falters. That certainly wasn't what you expected. They seemed abrasive from the beginning of the call, but that drop in their tone was something you've never heard from them before.

"What do you mean by that?"

Your coworker mutters something you can't quite make out. "It means take a hint. They clearly aren't interested in you if there's no explanation for their disappearance - not that you deserve one. Who the fuck do you l think you are?"

Your hand clinches around the phone hearing that subtle hiss in their voice. Your friend grips your shoulder, worry clear as day. You wanted to drop the act, but had to see this out. "Look, I just wanted to know if they were available-"

A heavy object clatters to the floor.

"Stop. Saying their name. If they won't speak to you then you're as good as dead to them, and I'll make that happen if you don't learn your place. I won't let anyone ruin what we have..."

Your friend reaches for the phone. "Maybe we should hang up-"

"If you hang up this phone I will slit your throat. Your friend can be a witness before I do the same to them. Maybe they'll get a grave. I will hang you out to bleed like the worthless pig you are and leave your body for neighbors to find. You don't deserve to go missing. A cold case is more than you'll ever be worth it you think you can take what's mine. I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill yo-"

"It was just a joke!" You hang up the phone and chuck it onto the table like a hot coal. It worms back into your hold with the vibration of dozens of texts flooding in, crashing to the carpet as you recoil from the shock. Yours starts to blow up with messages too, screen still opened on their chat from when you punched in their number.

"Was that you?"

"You're doing that voice acting thing, right? You really had me fooled. Haha."

"I was messing around too. Your safety is really important to me so I panicked."

"Are you still coming into night?"

"Y/n?.... Please?"

"Hey, Answer me... I'm sorry."

"I think I cut myself picking up the glass I broke. Can you take me to a hospital? Please.."

You shove your phone in your pocket before your eyes can register the picture loading on screen. "I gotta go"

You're out the door before your friend can get out a single word. Ten minutes later, they receive a request for a window call from an unknown number. They answer it.

All that's on screen is the trail of red an empty bottle of food coloring. Your coworker holds up a peace sign off screen.

"How deep should I make that grave?"

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at1nys-blog · 1 year

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Your dancer for the night

Pairing: Choi Jongho x reader

Summary: you get it, he has to balance his hyungs chaotic selves but maybe once in a while he could loosen up, right?

Genre: high school!au, one shot (unless the ending is open and you wish a second part but I hope to make it into one part only)

A/N: for the people who asked me for a second part of the Hongjoong ff I swear I’m working on it actually I have to rewrite everything but shh so in the mean time you can have this based on a fragment of a dream I had some days ago, also my cousin helped with it because I was going to delet everything and never write this again. One more thing I WILL NOT WRITE A SECOND PART UNLESS YOU GIVE ME AN IDEA ON HOW TO END THE SECOND PART because honestly this was so hard to finish for me. I hope you like it and please wait a little longer for the Hongjoong one(if you care enough)

Masterlist

You loved to party and Ateez were just the perfect party buddies to have, well all the seven of them but your annoying classmate Choi Jongho.

You met the group because of your stubborn strong minded(?) friend that insisted for you to hand your notes to his friends, you started to fight him that you lived just next door so where was the logic in handing them to a third party when you could have done such. He said it was to not get you infected and as much as you wanted to argue more you decided it was not going to be productive or helpfull in any way. You started to walk around the school with one thing in your mind "tall, muscular man with cake pool hair" this is how Jongho described his older friend and you were not gonna ask questions as to why.

You saw him, he was with two other guys, his age you assumed, the taller one was quiet and laughed from time to time, actually it was more of a scoff than a laugh, the other one was very loud and so talktive. Asking for Choi San, and hoping it was actually him, you handed the boy your notes and left before they could ask you anything saying you were going to be late for another lecture.

The rest of the group was introduced to you by San in the spawn of the two weeks of Jongho's absence, but you didn't mind much, you were going to never see them again once your friend was back from the death. Wrong.

It had been a week since Jongho was back forom his sick state and it had been a week since San kept gravitate around you.

-San for the nth time today what do you want?- you said in a whisper trying not to bother the students in the library.

-what? Can't I sit here and study for my tests?- you rolled your eyes, the man was a handfull to handle, but it was nothing new.

-and what exactly are you going to study? The wood used to make the table?- he laughed, too loud for the place you were in and you had to shush him. -Listen, Jongho is back so you don't have to stay around me.- you added. Not that you didn't like his presence, on the contrary it was very nice but you didn't know how to act around him, or the rest of the guys to be honest.

Today was one of those days where you hoped to be all alone, but your hopes where crushed by the presence of one of Jongho's friends. Watching the football team practice was somehow relaxing to you, the reason still unknown, when… Hongjoong? You had to think for some seconds before realizing it was not him.

-wow you didn't even bother to learn our names.- he said faking being offended by the lack of your knowledge on Jongho's friends' names. -Sorry, not here for this but I have a question. Do you like parties?-

-Asking me if I like parties is the same as asking me if I'm friend with Jongho. An easy yes.- he laughed at your answer and then proceeded to ask you to come to this party the third years students were having just so Jongho would come as well. -I never refuse forcing the man to come to a party. Send to him the details.-

-I knew I could count on you. Have a good day Y/N.-

-why was the Park Seonghwa talking to you?- you almost jumped out of your skin, cursing whoever talked and once you came back from your scared state shrugged the question with a simple "is nothing" and were glad someone got their attention before further questions were asked and yours was back to the football field in time to catch Jongho getting ready, and maybe there was your answer to why you liked watching football practises: Choi Jongho.

Something you hated with all your being was making plans for the weekend because time would always start to go by so painfully slow it might have killed you. The words of the professor started to fly above your head and every words spoken by him started to feel so distant you couldn't catch anything he was saying. Was he talking about something called a fraction? You couldn't tell, and honestly you didn't care at the moment.

Jongho noticed your lack of attention, your head on the desk facing the floor was a clear sign you weren't following a word that was spoken in that classroom.

-If you ask me for my notes I'll make them dissapear.-

-you are not a good friend if you do this.- you responded, voice muffed by your arm.

-I really want you to fail this class to be honest. You never follow what the teacher says.- he was joking, you knew it, but the way he spoke made you doubt it. You turned to face him and he assured you that he was indeed joking around. -if they hold you back I have to interact with people and you know I don't like it.- he added, eyes still in front of him. -Also, you have to stop thinking about it.-

-Whatever.- and with that you went back to your previous position.

It was like a tradition, roots as old as the two of you… kinda. It all started in elementary school(even tho your parents says is dated way back) when after the school hours you would go to each other's depending on who wasn't busy for the evening. Then in middle school from a game date it turned into doing homeworks together then Fridays night became the two of you's night, but not this one. This one you had to call it a rain check, to Jongho's disaproval, because you had a party to attend.

-Why did you acept, you don't even know the people there.-

-please remind me when was last time I cared about knowing someone at a party.- you said roaming throught his clothes. -really? Nothing fancy?- you asked, turning to the man who was still on his bed.

-I have a tuxedo.- you wanted to punch him, a tuxedo really? -some jeans and a t-shirt are fine, really.- you explained to him how that was classified as underdressed for such a big party as the one you guys were attending. -is not… maybe. Okay fine, it definetly is.- he said and walked next to you so he could search for the outfit he thought was the best option.

-We are going to match.- you said happily when he showed you the outfit.

And you indeed did match, as Seonghwa, pointed out the second he saw you two, he also made a little comments on how the two of you looked like a couple and you were glad to have been the only one to catch that.

The drive to the party was nice and fast, and you were so glad it was because you couldn't wait any longer, your enthusiasm was on the top right now. Jongho wanted to say something but you were already inside, meeting up with the rest of the group. Yunho was the fisrt one to compliment your choice of clothing but also the first one to leave you to get somewhere unknown to you.

The same did San and Mingi, leaving you to get their drinks before they run out of it, as if it was possible. You were left with Hongjoong when Jongho and Seonghwa finally came inside as well.

-So… what do you guys want to do?-

-Dance floor.-

-Open bar.- you and Jongho spoke in unison making the two oldest laugh a little. -If I don't get something in my blood stream I will not hit the dance floor, party lady. I am not like you.- you rolled your eyes and decided that open bar had to come first, you hoped to hit the floor as soon as possible tho, and when Jongho started to avoid dancing you decided to go without him. You loved the man, you really did, but he was not gonna hold you back, not that he meant to.

-I'm going to dance, feel free to join in any moment.- you didn't let him talk back that in a second you were dancing surrended by faces you didn't know. Sometimes a bunch of girls would join you and compliment either your outfit or hair, sometimes your make-up as well, nothing you weren't used to.

At some point you decided you had enough and you decided to sit on the couch, not noticing if anyone was there until a voice asked you if you were tired.

You turned to your left and recognized the man as one of your classmates, you didn't remember the name neither what class you had in common but it was not important right now, you wanted to rest before going back to party as you know how to.

You kept talking for a while, until he asked you to dance with him when Jongho had to interrupt the two of you.

-I'll be your dancing partner tonight.- he said to you, staring into so deep into your eyes you thought he was going to burn holes in your face. You turn to your unnamed classmate for a second before turning back to Jongho.

-Whoa chill out tiger, I'm not going anywhere here.- you started joking, the only way for you to ease the tension. -but honestly I will love it if you were.- you added smiling at him.

You thought that for tonight was enough, enough to have your best friend there and dancing with him as simple childhood friends. You were content, and if you had to wait some more days to gain some courage and confess, you were okay, you could wait some more.

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yourlocalfictionalenthusiast · 3 years

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART TEN

:Masterlist:

A/N: And that’s a wrap! Ahh, writing this series has been so fun and I’m so glad that so many of you have liked it so much. Thank you guys for staying until the end and hopefully for upcoming stuff 👀 I hope you enjoy the finale of In Life, In Death... <3

(Also the song mentioned in part six and this part is ‘She Is Love’ by Parachute) <3

December 1994

Luke groaned as he woke up, squinting hard to try and adjust his eyes to the amount of light in the room.

Even before he could see clearly, he knew he must've fallen asleep in the studio judging by the soreness in his back and neck that he always got when he slept on the old couch. It couldn't have been more than six in the morning, and Luke could still feel the tiredness in his bones. So he tried to turn away from the light and hopefully fall back asleep, but there was something keeping him firmly in place.

His heart skipped when he looked down and saw that you were laying right next to him with your head on his chest and an arm thrown across his stomach. When he realized that his own arms were wrapped around you, his heart broke out into a full-on tap dance.

Waves of confusion ran through his still-foggy brain until he saw his guitar case propped up against the piano and his backpack on the floor with his clothes spilling out of it.

Then the events of last night quickly came back to him.

How he had gotten home late from rehearsal and his mom was waiting in the kitchen with his latest report card and her signature lecture at the ready. One minute he was standing there yelling, packing all he could fit into his bag, and the next, he was halfway to the studio with the rain soaking him head to toe.

He had expected it to be empty when he finally got there, but he was flooded with relief when he saw you. All the frustration slowly melted out of him the longer he laid there with you, leaving him feeling exhausted and shivering despite how warm he felt.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk about any of it, but when you asked, the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.

He remembered rambling and crying again, the sound of your voice and the feeling of your fingers in his hair warming him up even more. Then finally, he remembered falling asleep with his chin tucked on top of your head, the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.

Without thinking, Luke reached down and carefully pushed a piece of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling to himself when you shifted into his touch. Then taking in a sharp breath as the realization ran through him all the way down to his toes.

You were his best friend.

The person he wanted to see at the end of a long day. Whenever he was full of anger or lost in confusion, all he had to do was look at you and everything suddenly made sense again. With your pretty smile and laugh, and your way of flipping that little switch inside him that made his head all fuzzy and the ground start spinning under his feet.

You were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

2020

All you felt was a mixture of anxiety and nausea as you stood on the Orpheum's street corner, biting the tips of your fingernails.

The entire plan hinged on Willie and Teddy getting everything done in time, and considering that they had betrayed you all before, you couldn’t help but expect the worst.

“Look, don’t worry. Willie said he’ll get us on that marquee.” Alex said nervously as he kicked pebbles across the sidewalk.

“This is going to work, right?” Reggie asked.

“It has to.” Luke mumbled, wincing seconds later when another shock hit them.

Two sharp pops cut through the air behind you and you all whipped around to see Willie and Teddy standing just a few feet away. Willie was watching you all carefully with concern written all over his face, his eyes lingering on Alex longer than anyone else. Teddy stood at the edge of the group, practically burning a hole in your face with his guilty stare.

“Are you guys okay?” Willie asked.

“Yeah, nothing we haven’t felt before.” Alex laughed awkwardly. “How’d it go?”

“Well, when the opening band wakes up, they’ll find their bus two hundred miles out of Vegas.” Willie said with a proud smile as he did a spin, showing off his stolen jacket with the band’s name across the back.

“With absolutely no chance of getting back in time.” Teddy added.

Luke gave Willie a fistbump and pointed up to the office above the Orpheum. “That means there’s probably a promoter up there freaking out right now.”

Willie grinned, sarcasm laced in his tone. “Nah, man. This is Hollywood. I’m sure he’s being very professional.”

You laughed and then Alex slowly inched forward, clearly struggling for the right words to say to Willie. You gave his arm a quick squeeze before following Reggie and Luke down the street to give them space. Before you even got halfway down the sidewalk, Teddy poofed next to you.

“You know, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you don’t want to talk to me.” He joked.

“Teddy-”

"I just-I didn't want to leave things the way we did." He rambled. "I'm sorry, I should've told you everything that night in the diner-"

"Teddy, It's okay." You said. "You told me before Caleb could put the stamp on me, and you didn't know the details about the plan until after it was too late to help my friends. Plus, I know how much you're risking helping us now."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt some of the weight fall off your shoulders. You weren't sure why since the situation was still a little painful and awkward. But being around Teddy always made you feel a little like that kid who started working at the diner with Cece all those years ago. Besides, they were so alike that you found it hard to stay mad at him.

You held out your hand for Teddy to shake. "Despite everything, I'm glad we met."

“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Teddy said with a relieved smile as he grasped your hand. With a subtle wink, he nodded over towards where Luke was standing at the end of the street. “He’s a lucky guy.”

"What? How did you?-" You sputtered as he stepped away. You never told Teddy about Luke, or at least you didn't think you did.

Teddy just smirked in response before disappearing into the air. At the same time, you saw Willie skate away out of the corner of your eye, leaving Alex alone on the sidewalk.

You all phased next to him and Luke squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "You okay, man?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Alex smiled slyly as he gestured to the office. "Looks like this show needs a new opening act though."

You grinned. "Let's go see if we can help with that."

When you got back to the studio, you found Julie pacing back and forth in the middle of the room as she wrung her hands together.

When you all poofed in, she immediately jumped into a load of questions, losing her breath halfway through and flailing her arms around.

"Whoa, just sit down," You laughed excitedly. "We'll tell you everything."

Julie took a gasping breath and plopped backwards onto the couch then stared at you all with expectant eyes. "Well?"

"It worked!" You announced. "Everything's fine."

"You should be getting the call...now!" Alex pointed to Julie’s phone on the table just as it started buzzing. You all cheered and Julie shushed you as she answered the call.

You heard a woman's voice say something through the phone and Julie gave a thumbs-up as she started jumping on the couch. You watched in amusement and mild horror as Luke and Reggie lifted Alex up into the air and spun him around.

Once he was back on the ground, Luke and Reggie made a beeline for you, each of them grabbed one of your arms and flipped you upside down over their shoulders.

You all spent the next twenty minutes laughing and screaming and Alex even got a little teary-eyed but you pretended not to notice. Then Julie called Flynn and ran off excitedly to decide her outfit for the night, leaving the four of you alone to plan out the setlist.

“Okay, so I’m thinking we start with Stand Tall.” Luke said excitedly as he wrote the words down in his songbook.

“Sounds good.” Reggie said, suddenly quiet.

“’Sounds good’? Guys, I wanna hear ‘That sounds awesome!” Luke reached out and nudged Reggie’s shoulder. “I know this isn’t the way we imagined any of this. But we need to be all in tonight. This is our second chance to play the Orpheum!”

“I get it.” Reggie sputtered. “But it’s hard. Do we even know what’s on the other side when we cross over? Do we still get to hang out together?”

You shifted your weight as the happy little bubble surrounding you popped. You had been so wrapped up in the excitement of finally playing the Orpheum that you almost forgot what tonight was really about.

“You guys are the only family I have.” Reggie’s eyes were glued to the piano as he played with his fingers. You reached out and locked his arm with yours in an attempt to comfort him.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen either. But it’s not like we have a choice.” Alex said.

Suddenly, Reggie’s arm fell out of yours as all three boys fell back, clutching their sides.

“I’m pretty sure we do.” Reggie groaned. “And it rhymes with ‘Hollywood Ghost Club’.”

The garage doors creaked open and Julie appeared with a bright smile and a blue garment bag in her hand. When she saw your expressions, her smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

“We just got hit pretty hard by one of those jolts.” Alex said. “But we’re fine.”

“Oh, good.” She nodded, though she still looked on edge. “I’m nervous.”

“That makes two of us.” You said. “But we made it this far for a reason. We got this.”

“Can you ride there with me? I'm gonna need more pep-talk material for the drive there cause I still think I might puke.” Julie tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Of course, and don't worry, we’ll leave the windows open.” You joked, making everyone laugh.

The sound of a car horn cut through the air and Julie looked outside. "That's my dad. Are you ready, (Y/n)?"

You nodded. "Yeah, uh, give me a second. I'll meet you in the car."

As Julie disappeared behind the doors, you turned to the boys and sighed as you tried to soak up this moment. For all you knew, this could be the last little window of time you had alone with them before tonight.

Julie was a huge part of the band of course, but these were your boys. The ones who you started this all with, who had been by your side for everything.

From the look on all their faces, you could see that they were thinking the same thing.

Without saying a word, you launched yourself at Alex. He made a surprised noise but recovered quickly, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight.

"And I'm the emotional one?" He jokingly muttered in your ear and you pinched his side, making him jump back. "Rude."

As soon as your arms were open, Reggie stepped forward and hugged you so tightly that you were thankful to not need oxygen anymore because he was definitely crushing several vital organs.

You laughed and gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, locking eyes with Luke instantly.

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly and grabbed Reggie's shoulder, steering him over to Luke's songbook to 'check out the setlist again'.

"And then there were two." Luke joked.

You laughed and stepped into his waiting arms, making him laugh. You soaked up the feeling of comfort and familiarity for a minute before pulling away.

"This, uh, is for you," Luke said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion as he handed it over. "I wanted you to have it in case...well, you know. If tonight doesn't work."

"It will." You said, trying to ignore the fact that it very well could happen. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Patterson."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He quipped back, his voice sounding softer and less teasing than you would've expected. You pulled back from him and because you didn't know if you would ever get another chance, you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

You moved away too fast to see his reaction but the gesture made the other two boys smirk at you as you dashed out of the doors, making a beeline for the car pulling out of the driveway.

The back rooms of the Orpheum were a maze.

You had left for a few minutes to walk around the venue and clear your head, trying to wring out the last of your nerves.

By the time you found your way back, you expected to find the rest of the band rushing to get ready in the dressing room. But all you saw was Julie anxiously pacing as she had been earlier, a habit she seemed to have inherited from both you and Alex.

“You okay?”

She snapped her head up towards you and sighed. “Yeah, just a little worried. The guys aren’t here yet.”

You looked around the room and then at the clock, frowning. The show was in less than half an hour and that was already cutting it close. Part of you wanted to go check on them but Julie seemed to need you more at the moment.

“Okay, well, give them another ten minutes. I'm sure they'll be here. They wouldn’t miss this…again.”

You ran your palm across the front of your pocket, feeling Luke's note next to your parent’s photo, and hoped you were right.

But then more and more time passed until the stage manager came to escort Julie to the stage.

"Just a second!" She calls out and then turns to you. "(Y/n), something's wrong. They were getting those jolts pretty hard before we left. They must've run out of time."

You shut your eyes tight as the words sunk in. All you could bring yourself now was, ‘This isn't what was supposed to happen.’

The world fell out from under your feet and you had trouble even standing up straight as you imagined what must've happened to them. Your best friends, your brothers, your family was gone and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

The guy knocked again, this time a little harder and with a nervous tone. Julie chewed her lip as she looked between you and the door and you could almost see the cloud of grief settling over her.

As hard as it was, you tried your best to shove your feelings down and marched up to Julie. There would be time to fall apart later, but you knew that this what they would want you to do. "Let's go do this for them, okay?"

She took a deep, shaky breath before hesitantly nodding. You followed closely behind her as she walked out the door though the halls until she reached the stage. You waited beside Flynn in the wing as Julie settled behind her microphone and addressed the crowd.

There were scattered claps from around the venue and then she took a deep breath before singing the opening.

After the first few lines, you took your cue and materialized at the center of the stage. The crowd gasped and cheered the way they always did, but you kept your eyes shut tight and focused on the music.

Just as the song started picking up, you heard a familiar pop in the air and then the sound of drumming. You whirled around to see Alex mounted onto a drum set at the back of the stage, twirling his drumsticks around and smiling like he had never been gone at all.

Once you got over the initial shock, you wanted to cry with relief. They were okay, they were here. Alex winked at you goofily, and you ran towards Julie’s keyboard.

She had started bouncing on the balls of her feet, both of you finally getting into the song now that they were coming back. You followed suit, dancing around the base of the drum set as yours and Julie’s voices came together.

Then Reggie appeared on the other side of Julie and you ran to his side. You bumped his shoulder with yours and he grinned, moving to stand back to back.

The song was ramping up to the chorus when a staticky noise cut through the air, not loud enough for the crowd to hear but enough to make you all look over to the other end of the stage.

You could see Luke's form fading in and out, a look of anguish on his face, and the pit in your stomach opened up again. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as Alex's drumming paused and Luke finally materialized to sing the opening of the chorus.

You didn't even know you were moving until you suddenly found yourself across the stage next to Luke, unable to stop smiling as you sang.

Julie joined you, throwing her arms up in the air happily and jumping around. Reggie appeared by her side, flashing the crowd a winning smile.

Alex stood up and gripped his mic as he sang this solo. You looked back at him and flashed him a proud smile, then whooping loudly when Reggie sang his lines.

You all went down the line hitting your notes until the chorus kicked in again and your heart felt so full you almost couldn't stand it. This was what you were so close to achieving before you died, it was all you had wanted for years, and you knew that if you hadn't died, that night would've changed your life. But this night was something even more special. Because you were all here, all together.

Even if it was just for one last song.

Julie caught your attention and nodded towards the platform that spread out into the crowd. You followed her to the center and stood back to back as everyone cheered.

The guys joined in on either side of you, Alex grabbing one of your hands and Luke holding the other. You all bowed to the audience before taking your cue and vanishing, leaving only Julie on stage.

You landed in the wing, feeling a little lightheaded and overwhelmed from all the emotions you had experienced in the last five minutes. The elated smile fading from your face when all three boys poofed by your side only to fall to the floor instantly.

“It didn’t work.” You said miserably as Julie emerged into the backstage area. She grabbed Flynn and whispered something to her, pointing in the direction of her family. Flynn nodded and disappeared into the crowd while Julie ran to your side.

You hauled Alex onto his feet, letting him lean on you to stay upright while Luke and Reggie trailed behind Julie as she led the group back to the dressing room. Once everyone was inside, they collapsed on the couch or the floor, loudly groaning in pain.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Julie asked tearfully.

“I guess playing here wasn’t our unfinished business.” Alex said hollowly.

“Point Caleb.” Reggie muttered as he clung to the side of an armchair.

You stood frozen next to Julie as panic spread through your whole body, both of you flinching in sympathy as the shocks continued.

“You have to save yourselves right now.” Julie begged. “Join Caleb’s club. It’s better than not existing at all!”

“She’s right.” You managed to say, your voice shaky and almost giving out. Your stomach flipped at the thought of them having to work for an evil club owner forever, but the alternative was worse. “You guys need to go now! For me. For us.”

“We’re not going back there.” Reggie shook his head.

Luke pulled himself up and stumbled forward a little so that he was right in front of you. “No music is worth making if we’re not all making it together.”

You sighed sadly, thinking back to your conversation yesterday. “So no more regrets?”

Luke let out a deep sigh and then reached up and cupped your cheek with his right hand. “Just one.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in response and Luke blinked hard as if he was trying to find the words. "I never told you why I left that night."

"Luke, don't." You gave him a weak smile. "I get it."

"You do?" He asked.

You struggled to get the words out. "Yeah, I mean it was bound to happen eventually. We just got too close and it was weird for you. I understand t-”

"What?" Luke asked, cutting you off with a confused look. "No, no, that's not it at all. Read the-"

Before he could finish, you heard Julie gasp loudly from a few feet away. You looked over to see her stepping back from Alex with an awestruck look on her face as she gripped his forearms.

Wait, what?

Before you could even begin to process what you were seeing, Reggie was reaching out to Julie, who grabbed his wrist and hauled him up to his feet. The three of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Julie turned to you and Luke.

“Guys, come here.”

Alex reached out and pulled you into his side while Luke threw an arm around Reggie’s back and Julie brought you all in closer to her. At first, nothing happened. But then there was a faint buzzing sound and the boys lifted their wrist towards the ceiling and you all watched in awe as the stamp floated away in the blink of an eye.

“Whoa.” Reggie said, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. “I don’t feel as weak anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Alex agreed. “Not that I ever was that weak in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall over on his shoulder. “What do you think that means?”

Luke smiled. “I think it means the band is back.”

It was quiet for a second before Alex looked at you all shyly. “You guys think we can try that hug thing again?”

You laughed as you huddled together again, sniffling and laughing. Then Julie yelled out that you had played the Orpheum and then you were all jumping around, still tangled in each other’s arms.

Eventually, you all broke apart and while the boys started chasing each other around, you turned to Julie. She looked into your eyes and immediately flew into your arms, muttering into your shoulder, “I always wanted a big sister.”

The words warmed your heart and you squeezed her extra hard, grateful that you actually could now. “Well, I’m honored.”

“My family's probably looking for me so..." Julie stepped back from your arms with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on her face, you jokingly bowed to her and she copied the gesture before disappearing behind the door.

You wiped the last of your tears out of your eyes and turned around to find Alex and Reggie were talking in whispers and wearing knowing smiles. When Alex saw you looking, he cleared his throat and nudged Reggie’s shoulder.

“Hey, Reg.” Alex said cheekily, not taking his eyes off of you for even a second. “I was going to check out the next band. You wanna come with me?”

“Sure!” Reggie started strolling towards the door, stopping only for a second to nudge your shoulder and whisper ‘don't do anything I wouldn’t do’ in your ear.

Alex fixed Luke with a pointed look over his shoulder and Reggie gave him a dorky wink before they poofed away. You smiled fondly at the space where they were just standing and awkwardly turned towards Luke.

“Hi.” You said, laughing awkwardly.

“Hi.” Luke muttered back as he stepped forward until he was close enough to grab your hand. “About what I was saying earlier…”

You opened your mouth to say something but he shook his head and pointed to your pocket. “Read it. Please.”

You tugged the note he had given you earlier out of your pocket and carefully folded it open to see that it wasn’t a note at all. It was the love song that Julie had found that day in the garage, the one that he didn’t want anyone to see. You struggled a little trying to decipher Luke's handwriting. The ink was a little smudged and the song was clearly unfinished but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever read. And he had written it for you.

"I didn't leave because we got too close," He said. "It was the opposite, (Y/n), I left because I was scared to lose you, and I know that doesn't make sense because I kind of did w-"

You carefully tucked the paper back in your pocket with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck with the other, pulling him down and closing the last bit of space between you.

Luke's brain short-circuited for a second before he started kissing back, grabbing your waist with enough force to nearly knock you both backwards. It was dizzying and a little desperate, yet weirdly familiar, as if you'd been kissing him your whole life.

Most moments with Luke felt like they were happening in slow motion, but this time it was like a high-speed movie montage of your whole lives. The stolen crayons, the time capsule, the pre performance pep talks, the smell of cinnamon, the ferris wheel, his jacket, the movie nights and songwriting sessions. All of it had led up to this moment.

"I love you." Luke said immediately after you pulled away. "God, I love you so much. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."

“Hey, it’s okay.” You laughed, blinking another wave of tears out of your eyes. “I should’ve told you forever ago instead of skirting around it.”

“And what is it that you should’ve told me?” He said teasingly and you rolled your eyes. You had gotten so used to Luke being so shut down or nervous around you that you almost forgot how much of a little shit he could be.

“That I love you too.” You said, unable to stop smiling.

Luke leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, this time threading his fingers through your hair as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing that.”

You bit your lip to keep another laugh from bubbling up as you looked up at him, feeling completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. "So...what now?"

"I don't know." Luke admitted. "But I know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That no matter where we go, or what we do," He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "In life, in death... I'm yours. Always."

The End

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hellodolleyes · 3 years

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///Wind and Thunder///

///-"It's Okay, I'm Here Now"-///

" . · . -? " Klyde stirred in his sleep, unwilling to part with the void after the grueling day he just had; but whatever force was trying to pull him to the surface was persistent. " . . de? ... Klyde?" Kyde grumbled lowly as the white noise suddenly formed into words, he opened his eyes cautiously to reveal the dark ceiling of his room.

Confusion crossed his face as he turned his head towards the alarm clock on his side table.

3:45 am

He nearly forgot what had woken him in the first place, that was until the small voice spoke up again. "Klyde...? Are.. Are you awake?".

The man in question jumped slightly at the voice, its tone leaking restraint, as if afraid to be speaking in the first place. He took his time sitting up and crossing his legs before leaning over the side of his bed to find the voices owner.

Shocked, the form took a cautionary step back before regaining his composure. "...Misso?" Klyde said questioningly before shaking his head and rubbing his eyes "Misso, do you have any idea how early it is?"

Misso had to gather himself before he could speak again, Klyde's morning voice had caught him off guard. It was throaty and low, and here he thought his voice couldn't get any deeper.

"Uh.. Y-yeah.. And I'm sorry, I really didn't want to wake you.. I swear. It's... It's just..." Misso cut himself off, he didn't know exactly what drove him to travel all the way to Klyde's room. Other than the strange impending doom feeling that was slithering its way tightly around his chest.. He didn't know how to put it into words as he looked pitifully back up into the patient dark hazel eyes that stared him over.

Klyde let a sigh escape him, as he extended a hand down to Misso. Without hesitation, Misso took hold of one of his fingers and allowed himself to be gently lifted up to the bed. He was softly set down onto one of Klyde's thighs as another hand cupped itself behind him. He leaned back into the other hand, glad for the support.

"Is everything okay?" Klyde asked after Misso had settled himself into a comfortable position. He watched and felt as Misso pushed himself harder back into his hand in reaction to the question.

"Well... I just.. Haven't seen you since this morning.. And I know you probably had a rough day since you went to bed s-so early.." He stammered out, causing Klyde to worry; he usually never struggled to speak so much, and it left Klyde wondering if he had upset him somehow with the way he was acting.

"Yeah.. I did have a little bit of a rough day. It was nothing I can't handle though" He admitted, but didn't go into detail.

He had been all over the place that day, usually being one to work from home he wasn't prepared to be called into a meeting. Shit hit the fan, a party of three employees were laundering money, and a bunch of shift changes were taking place. He had to write up termination papers and launch an investigation.

And on top of it all some idiot had broken into the shop the night prior and ruined a bunch of perfectly good fabric by throwing red paint all over it. Klyde wasn't one to bash animal rights activists but every roll of fabric they ruined was synthetic!

...

He must have been wearing an unpleasant expression as he reflected on the day since Misso tensed up.

Klyde tried his best to soften his gaze, and expressed an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry I brought it up..." Misso said quietly, looking down at his hands.

"It's okay Strawberry" Klyde replied, softly rubbing his friends back with one of his fingers in an attempt to convey that he wasn't bothered.

He then paused briefly, as the usual objection to the nickname never came. Instead Misso just kept looking down, and Klyde could feel him shaking against his hand.

"...Misso..?" He called quietly, reaching his free hand to Misso's front. Quickly Misso placed his hands upon one of Klyde's knuckles as if to deter him.

"I'm sorry I called you Strawberry, Misso. I didn't think it would upset you so much..?"

"It, it's not the stupid n-nickname, I-I, I just.. I'm not feeling 100% right now.. I.. I don't know why... I don't know..." Misso's words began to trail off as he tried to continue "C-can I... Would it.. Would it bother you if I stayed in here tonight?" He finally forced himself to say.

Klyde felt something akin to being punched in the gut as something wet fell onto his knuckle, he immediately realized that Misso was having an episode. He felt stupid, it was so obvious with the way he had been acting.. It had been so long since his last one that the signs had nearly passed him by.

"Misso, don't be silly, of course you can stay with me tonight." He answered quietly, shifting his hands to wrap them around the Strawberry blonde who squeaked in surprise. "I really don't mind, please don't feel troubled to ask me something like that." He continued, just barely pressing both of his thumbs into Misso's chest.

Slowly, Misso raised his arms to embrace Klyde's thumbs as he finally looked back up, teary blue eyes finding the calm rested face of his giant friend looking down at him with pure concern.

Misso finally broke under that gaze as he leaned into the hand hug completely, breaking down into sobs as he lost any strength he had left to fight against the torrent.

"Misso" Klyde whispered his friends name as he watched all of his tension unfold. "I'm so sorry I left you alone all day.. I know you don't like that... I should have at least said hi when I got home." He said in regret as Misso held onto him tighter.

"It's okay, I'm here now, and I won't be going anywhere tomorrow." He concluded, lifting Misso, who's shaking breath hitched at the sudden yet careful movement.

Misso felt only slightly disoriented as Klyde then pressed him up against his chest, supporting his legs and back so he wouldn't fall.

He took the opportunity to clutch at Klyde's shirt and burry his face into his chest as he continued crying. Misso genuinely hated being alone in Klyde's home, not because he couldn't handle being alone, but because he was almost always terrified that Klyde might never come back.

He knew it was silly at this point, he knew Klyde would never purposefully abandon him... But what if something out of his control happened? Misso would be none the wiser, and utterly helpless if he tried to find out why Klyde was gone.

All he could do was fear each and every scenario that came to him when left with his thoughts, and it only made him cry harder as they came back to him.

'What if something happened to you while you were gone?'

'What if someone breaks in while your gone?'

'How would I reach you if something happens?'

His head swam.

"Misso" Klyde's voice reverberated through his chest, and subsequently through Misso's body as he spoke; it caused the small man to inhale deeply with a shudder... Such a strong feeling being brought on by not only hearing, but feeling his name being called. He didn't know what to think of it, as Klyde had never held him this closely before.

"I know what you're feeling is scary... I couldn't imagine being in your situation myself." He continued "and though I may never know how it feels, I want you to know that no matter the situation, I will be here for you. I will make sure you're taken care of, and I will catch you if you fall." Klyde spoke softly, removing one of his hands from Misso as he lay down slowly.

Misso spread himself out a bit more with gravity keeping him firmly in place now, while welcoming the weight and warmth of the hand that still rested on top of him.

"I may have been gone all day today, and once more, I'm sorry for leaving you with your fear. But now, I'm here for you, and I'm not letting you go. Okay?"

Misso's sobs had turned into shuddering whimpers as he tried to regain his composure. However, he could utter no more than a simple "okay" back to Klyde, sure that any other words would only make himself cry more.

Misso moved his head to press the side of his face into the fabric of the t-shirt, he sniffled, appreciating the effort Klyde made to be supportive during his break down..

"Klyde.... I'm sorry" he murmured, but was gently shushed.

"Shhhh, Misso. Misso everything's alright, I promise."

"..Klyde.." Misso said again in quiet gratitude.

Klyde continued whispering silent reassurances to the strawberry blonde that huddled on top of him, never removing his hand or making sharp movements. He felt accomplished at being able to calm Misso down so quickly, but also ridden with guilt that he was the sole cause of it.

He wouldn't forgive himself so easily for it... But hearing the soft 'thank you' from his small friend made him feel a little bit better knowing he helped in some way.

Misso's whimpering eventually fell silent as he focused on his own breathing... But more than ever, he listened to Klyde's.

The sound of his breaths, they seemed so powerful to his, and the sound of his heart was like a rhythmic drum. It made him feel as small as he was... But the thought didn't bother him so much right then.

Misso's eye lids fell heavily as Klyde stroked his back with a thumb, and before long he dozed off to the sound of wind and thunder.

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slightlycrunchy · 3 years

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"don't freak out" with de-aged Dadzawa to Shinsou

I think I took this in a different direction dear...but I hope you like it XD

WC 1900~, rated T, de-aged aizawa, references to child abuse and implied child abuse, happy ending, dadzawa&shinson

There’s a new little boy today.

Hitoshi stares from behind Miss Tanaka’s legs, gripping at her dark blue skirts tightly. He knows she won’t like this, but for now she’s occupied with welcoming the new kid and Hitoshi will take advantage of it for as long as possible.

The boy is dark; dark eyes and dark hair, dark lashes that fan out across his cheeks. Pale skin. It’s been a while since a new boy has come to the orphanage, and this one looks to be about his age. Hitoshi just turned six this year.

“What’s your name, dear?” Miss Tanaka asks in her sickly-sweet tone, the one she uses with certain people that don’t include Hitoshi. It won’t last long. She really likes to yell an awful lot. “What did your parents call you?”

“Shouta,” the boy says immediately. Hitoshi blinks. The boy doesn’t seem shy, unlike most new orphans. Hitoshi is still shy, and he’s been here as long as he can remember.

“Found him in an alley, poor thing,” the social worker says. Hitoshi can’t remember her name. He startles when the boy—Shouta—speaks again.

“I don’t belong here. I have a home—”

“Yes, yes dearie, that’s what they all say,” Miss Tanaka dismisses. Hitoshi looks up at her when he feels her gaze find him, and he fights his natural instinct to cower. Her eyes go cold when she sees the wrinkles his fists have left in her skirt. “Hitoshi, dear,” she grits out between clenched teeth, “why don’t you take Shouta with you upstairs? Show him the boy’s room, yes?”

It’s phrased as a question but Hitoshi knows it isn’t a request. He nods frantically, immediately grabbing one of Shouta’s small wrists in his clammy hand. “Come on, this way.” He can do this. He can be good, useful. They won’t hurt him if they can use him, he’s sure of it.

The boy doesn’t come willingly and yet Hitoshi perseveres, stomping his small socked feet up two flights of stairs to the younger boy’s room; the girls have their own and the older boys as well, across the hall. Every step brings more struggle from the boy behind him but Hitoshi won’t stop, can’t stop when this is him being good. He has to be good.

“Hey kid, stop—”

“No, we have to listen. You’re new here, but I’m telling you, ya’ have to listen or you’ll get in trouble—”

“Kid, stop.”

“My name is Hitoshi.”

“Hitoshi, it’s okay. Just—calm down.”

He hadn’t even realized just how hard he was breathing, and it only dawns on him as they come to a stop in his—theirs, now—slightly rectangular bedroom, filled with bunk beds from corner to corner, with a wide open space in the middle kept meticulously clean. Hitoshi takes a deep breath as he whirls on the boy behind him, the kid’s dark eyes half-hooded with obvious apathy.

Did Hitoshi ever look like that, or was he always afraid? Shouta doesn’t know enough about this place to be scared of it, but fear keeps Hitoshi safe, so he will teach the boy. He’ll teach him. He ignores Shouta’s suggestion that he ‘calm down’.

“You sleep when they say, eat when they say, and play when they say. Do your lessons when Miss Ro says so, and wash behind your ears. They check, believe me…” Hitoshi says darkly. Shouta’s eyebrows are slowly knitting together; that’s fine. It means he’s taking Hitoshi seriously. “It’s alright here, if you follow the rules and stay out of the matrons’ way. The older kids are pretty nice. They’ll help you, if ya’ ask. ‘Specially the ones who have been here a while. They get it.”

Hitoshi wants to tell him about the dark room and the belt, the sly fingers that yank and pull at ears and cheeks and skin without warning, leaving red crescent marks and sometimes blood—but he’s hoping the other boy will never have to experience that.

“I’ll help you. You’ll be alright, with me.” Hitoshi tries to smile reassuringly.

Shouta doesn’t smile back or look relieved like Hitoshi had hoped; if someone had told him this when he first arrived, Hitoshi thinks he himself would have appreciated it. Learning on the fly has ended in too many nights with a raw bottom or aching back when the matrons get too heavy handed with the belt. He cringes inwardly.

Shouta’s face is smooth, impassive. Hitoshi doesn’t like that he can’t read the other boy easily; is that normal for kids their age? Hitoshi can’t seem to hide a single thing from the grown-ups.

Shouta shifts his weight, his eyes narrowing in apparent suspicion. Hitoshi flinches. Did he mess this up, too?

“Do they hurt you, Hitoshi?”

He feels the blood freeze in his veins. Is he that obvious? Oh well, he supposes there’s nothing for it now. He’d rather shelter Shouta from the hard truth of it, but if he already sees it written in the lines of Hitoshi’s tiny body and the sound of his frantic words, then...well the matrons are always telling him to be honest, aren’t they.

“Yeah...but it’s alright. You just gotta be better than me, Shouta. You can do that, right? It’s not so hard. I’ll still help you, I promise, just follow my lead, okay? You don’t have to be scared.”

The thing is, Shouta doesn't look in the least bit scared.

He looks furious.

Hitoshi is about two seconds away from cowering back and finding his bed where he can hide under the blankets and pretend he has some semblance of safety under them. How did he mess this up already? How is Shouta mad at him before he’s even had a chance to get to know Hitoshi?

“Hey, hey kid, no- I…” Hitoshi looks up to see one of Shouta’s small hands, reaching out to him. It’s slow, and this is about the only thing that keeps Hitoshi held fast in place. Once again, he can’t help but think that this boy is strange; he doesn’t hold himself or talk like any other kid Hitoshi has ever met. The confusion only heightens the sense of wrong that all of this brings and it welcomes hot, unbidden tears to his eyes. But it’s been a long time since Hitoshi has let himself cry, so he holds them back and they burn all the more.

Shouta sighs, the little sound echoing out across the bare wooden floors around them. He stares Hitoshi down with a quiet strength that Hitoshi doesn’t know what to do with. “If I tell you something, you have to not freak out, ok?” Hitoshi nods, though he’s not sure if he’ll freak out or not. Shouta nods back resignedly. “I’m not truly a child. My name is Aizawa Shouta and I’m actually...big. A grown up,” he says slowly, as if trying to find the right words to explain himself. Hitoshi on the other hand feels his jaw drop to the floor. “I got hit by a quirk that made me small and I got turned around in the confusion. That stupid woman brought me here, but I’m not an orphan. I’m a pro hero. Eraserhead.” He finishes off by jutting a hand forward, his small fingers poised into a clear invitation for a handshake.

It’s this last detail that settles the thought in Hitoshi’s mind: Shouta is telling the truth.

Hitoshi knows this with every trembling bone in his body for multiple reasons. One, no kid his age has ever talked the way Shouta does, with slow pauses and thoughtful phrases, with fire in his words ready to stand up to even Miss Tanaka downstairs, lacking any and all fear of authority that Hitoshi has quickly learned to cultivate.

Two, the story seems like it could be true. People are affected by quirks all the time and accidents happen a lot. Hitoshi has been on the receiving end of too many quirks to not believe Shouta when he says this is what happened.

And three...well, three is the most convincing of all.

Because Hitoshi knows of Eraserhead. Hitoshi loves Eraserhead.

Hitoshi thinks back to when it happened. He's pretty sure he was five, though the days tend to all run together. Measurements such as weeks, months, years mean very little to him, but he’s almost sure he’s right. In the summer, the matrons find themselves busier than usual--with school being out and all--the kids running rampant with boundless energy. But not Hitoshi. No, he had taken the opportunity to slip away, out the front door and down the street, where the city was somehow blissfully quiet and where he had gone to enjoy his time alone. Well, not entirely alone.

“You back again, kid?” Eraserhead had asked. After the second time of meeting in the alley, the man had finally introduced himself, though Hitoshi never did return the favor. Hitoshi had been floored when he learned the man was a pro hero. Hitoshi nodded in response, kneeling down to observe the real reason the both of them ever found themselves in that alley that smelled of hot, sweltering garbage.

A mother cat had birthed kittens a few weeks back and Hitoshi was fascinated by them. Eraserhead was too.

And now, Eraserhead is a boy with dark hair and dark eyes that Hitoshi recognizes and oh my god it’s real, what are they gonna do--

“Shh, shush, it’s alright Hitoshi.”

The boy pales. “Do you...do you remember me?” He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Shouta says no, it might just break what’s left of his half-starved heart. This is Eraserhead--Shouta, a pro-hero who now knows what happens to Hitoshi in the dark corridors of this place, and he had always wanted to tell Eraserhead but he could never seem to strike up the courage. But now Shouta knows and what if still nothing changes--

“Yes, I remember you, kid. I took one of those cats home, did you know? Never saw you again after that last time.”

Hitoshi didn’t know. One day he went back and the cats were just gone.

“Took the rest to a shelter. They were old enough to be separated from their mother and it just didn’t feel right leaving them on the streets. Bothered me I couldn’t tell you that,” Shouta sighs. Hitoshi blinks, still trying to reconcile the silhouette of the man he had begun to know and bond with, with the figure of a small boy before him. He feels like he needs to sit down.

“Listen, kid,” Shouta begins, his tone leaving no room for argument, “I’m not staying here. I’ve got people out looking for me and for all I know, this quirk has a time limit.” A small hand comes to rest firmly on Hitoshi’s shoulder and he looks up from where he had unknowingly been staring at his shoes. “And when I leave, I’m taking you with me. I know these places aren’t great but...mm," Shouta shakes his head. "I’m not just gonna leave you here, kid. Hitoshi. Do you want to come with me?”

Hitoshi feels numb, his fingers tingling weirdly, but not unpleasantly. He can’t quite get his mouth to work.

For a moment Shouta looks nervous. “I named her Sakura. She’s the one with the blue eye, remember?”

The cat. Shouta is talking about the cat. Hitoshi feels a small smile break onto his face, stealing space like a creeping shadow. Shadows. Hitoshi would like to leave behind his shadows. He finds himself nodding. He licks his lips, voice cracking when he speaks.

“Sakura. I like that name.”

Shouta smiles.

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catzula · 4 years

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Don’t be late.

Warnings: Cursing, 4.5 k words, fluff in general, Bakugou being a dumbass, reader is always late.

a/n: I genuinely had fun writing this fic and I hope you guys have fun reading it!

Synopsis: you're a student at the support section and since Bakugou literally drove everyone else insane, you were the last person that would help him with his costume. Little did he know that you had a crush on this sparky sparky boom man.

Everybody in the support section just hated that one guy. That guy named Bakugou who would practically harass people until he got what he wanted. Well, okay, almost everyone who knew Bakugou hated him but people in the support section hated him in a whole new level.

He was a nightmare. Nobody could even stand him.

Well, nobody except for you. You thought of him as intriguing, as well as a pain in the ass. But even him being a pain in the ass could be justified in your eyes, you knew he was doing all this simply because he was a perfectionist. Of course he could tone it down a bit, but... That would.be very out of character, wouldn't it?

He thought of himself as the best and it shouldn't be a surprise, for him to want to have a hero costume that was also perfect. You could understand that, but it still didn't change the fact that he was the worst kind of customer anyone would ever have to work with.

He had never worked with you though, he was in class 1/A for gods sake, of course he didn't work with you... Well, that until he ran out of people that would help him willingly.

"You know what? I'm done. Go fuck yourself." Were the words that echoed in the room, suppressing even those deafening machine sounds. Your friend threw Bakugou's costume in his face harshly, still cursing under his breath.

"Tch, whatever! You're just some extra that can't even do what I asked for." You watched Bakugou as his upper lip curled threateningly, reminding you of a wolf, and boy did he look pissed. Like, really pissed. His crimson eyes glaring at the guy in front of him, who was packing his supplies and trying to get away from this angry dude as soon as possible.

"That's the thing, Bakugou! What you want doesn't exist! I don't have these miraculous powers that when I snap my fingers your costume just turns into something else. You have to give me details of what you're asking and you have to ask something that makes sense! Not just some dumb idea that popped into your mind!" Everybody knew that was a lie. Bakugou always had the most amazing ideas, so creative and so... Logical. It's just that they were too... Much. To much to execute, they were brilliant but not doable.

"First of all, it does make sense, it's you who can't understand! Second of-"

"Whatever, Bakugou. I'm done with this shit. Go find someone else to help you with your costume."

"Who the fuck are you to not let me fucking talk? I will fucking kill you-"

"That's enough Bakugou." A monotone voice that came from the door made Bakugou freeze. You knew this black haired guy, he was the Eraserhead! You saw him around the campus but never from up this close!

Bakugou looked at his teacher, never losing that wolfish expression on his face, and he exited the room without saying anything, which was a first for everyone in this room. Eraserhead also exited, looking like he was about to go in a coma.

The room was still silent, until it wasn't.

"Oh my God, what a fucking jerk."

"I can't even believe how you managed to put up with him that long."

"He's not even that good."

Lie. That was a big fat lie because Bakugou may not be a lot of things but he was that good. Still, you chose to stay silent, your eyes still glued to the door he just exited from.

He amazed you, really. You noticed him the first time he came to the support section, his aura screaming confidence. He started to come there frequently, making everyone else go crazy, but you just kept noticing small details about him every time he came there. He was an asshole, no one could deny that, but he was also amazing.

It was amazing how determined he was, even though it was a pain, his perfectionism also left you in awe, how smart he was, how confident he was, how strong he was...

You realized your big crush on him the day you saw him on that sport festival. The other people thought it was so unheroic of him to go that hard on Uraraka, which was so stupid. Didn't she also want to be a hero? Wasn't she going to the same school as him, going through the same trainings? It was only normal for him to beat her, because if he didn't, she would have beaten him. Would people tell her it was so rude of her to go that hard on him too? No, you thought he was astonishing to act the way he did.

Him being so proud, not accepting the first rank made your heart beat faster. He was just so strong, so proud, so vulnerable it made you want to hug him tightly and tell him that he was your hero.

Not that you would ever have the chance though, or so you thought.

He came back not even after a few days, making everyone groan in frustration. He went straight to the table that displayed the recent projects that were done. The table existed to give an idea of what anyone could do so they could choose along shit what they had in mind. So that meant, who's item he chose would have to work with him. All of you eyed him, waiting to see who was the very unlucky person.

He picked one invention of the table, looking somewhat intrigued, and looked around the room trying to guess who it belonged to. When he couldn't guess he went to the nearest person and shoved the invention in their face. "Who does this belong to?!"

The person he was holding eyed the object he was holding suspiciously, relief written on his face when he saw it didn't belong to him. "I think that's Y/N's."

You could hear the sighs of relief around the room. So did he, but he didn't seem to care. Instead he walked towards you, he was so close you could smell-

Why on earth did he smell like... Caramel?!

"Is this yours?" You felt the tingling sensation of excitement all over your body, giving you goosebumps. "It is." You answered, which made him narrow his eyes, looking at you suspiciously.

"Is it really yours? You did this?" Now that was straight up rude. "Yes, it's really mine, asshole. What kind of a question even is that?!"

He shrugged shit a smug grin on his face. His eyes wandered over you, looking at your (e/c) eyes, your face, your figure, and his grin grew wider.

"I haven't seen you around here before." Ah, the angry boy was back. His upper lip curled ever so slightly, looking at you like you were some lowly human. "Oh yeah? Well I have seen you quite a lot here. You know, while you were making everyone else go crazy."

Your answer turned his face red with anger but -a miracle- he was holding back! You could see it was really hard for him not to scream insults in your face but he was aware that you were his last chance. Oh didn't that just boost your ego. Now it was your turn to look at him with a smug grin on your face.

"Whatever." He mumbled pulling you to the nearest table. "What are you-" Before he even let you finish he shushed you and lay down the papers he was holding on the table. You looked at what's on the paper, it was a costume drawing, a really detailed one at that. As you got closer to the paper, inspecting it, he was watching your every move with narrowed eyes.

After you memorised everything on the paper you bir your lip, trying to hide your admiration. "Did you draw this? Are these all... Your ideas?"

The drawing wasn't amazing but it was neat, everything was calculated to the very core, the ideas were so clear on the paper, making you feel like you only had to follow these instructions and do nothing else. "Yes, of course I drew them! Everything you see there is mine." He said angrily but you could see he wasn't actually angry, just proud.

"Well, they're pretty good, if I'm going to be honest." You said trying to hide your excitement. You traced the drawing with your finger.

"I know they are. But can you do it?" His smug grin was back and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. Could you do it?

You smiled sweetly and surely enough he smiled back, already knowing your answer.

"Nope."

His smile dropped, leaving it's place to a furious look in his eyes. "You dumbass, then why the fuck are you wasting my fucking time?!" He screamed, people around you shot you a knowing look. He pulled the paper of the table harshly, about to leave when you held his wrist and made him stop.

"Can you stop for a fucking minute and listen?" His eyes widened when he heard you cursing, a big contrast to your sweet tone and face. "I can't do this, but neither can anyone else."

"What the fuck does that mean?" He screamed making you winch. "Can you just- shut up for a second? This is not possible, get that in your bigass head. But-" you stopped thinking for a second. You shuffled around the drawers in search of a pen. "But, I can do this instead. This would be much more possible, and it would give you what you were aiming for. Of course it wouldn't be the same but the end product will be helpful."

You said quickly sketching your idea on the paper, as quick as possible before you forget what you were thinking about.

When he saw what you drew his burrows furrowed and for a second you thought he was mad at you but instead he huffed. "Tch, not bad I guess." He said, but internally he was so impressed that you actually came up with this alternative in a few seconds of so.

"Wait, does that mean you'll work with me?" You said eyes open wide. Well the question was more as, would you work with him, but he didn't say that. "If you can do it, I will."

"That's amazing, now I finally have a worthy client!" You said excitedly and on of his burrows went up, sending you an questioning look. "Worthy of... You?"

You shot him a killing glare but stayed quiet. "Let's work on this idea a little more, what do you say?"

He shrugged. "It's too noisy in here. Lets go to the library." He said ready to pull you out of the room but you shot a glance at your phone, pouting. "Can't, I gotta finish this side project today. Meet me at the library tomorrow? How is 4pm?"

He wasn't really happy since you couldn't work on it immediately but he had to be a little nice to you, not just because you were the last person that would actually help him, but your idea was also pretty good. "Tch, whatever. Don't be late."

You smiled sweetly, making his heart beat a little faster. Why did his heart beat this fast? Was this your quirk or something?

"Bye Bakugou." You waved as you started to sketch something on a sheet of paper.

***

Bakugou was sitting in the library, shooting angry glances at the clock. When he saw you coming towards him with a big smile on your face, your hands full of papers, books and stuff, he felt his heart jump. This had to be your quirk.

"Hey! So I worked on this idea we talked about yesterday and-" Before you even sat next to him you started to talk without even stopping to breath. "You're late." He murmured with and angry look in his eyes, you looked at your watch and smiled apologetically. "Oops, sorry, I was with Shinsou about- well that's not important is it? It's 5 minutes anyway."

Bakugou had always been an angry individual but today he could practically feel his explosions itching for him to release them. You saw the look in his eyes and laughed, "Hey, chill out. I'm sorry, alright? I'll make it up to you with a coffee, how does that sound?"

Bakugou didn't even like coffee but he couldn't refuse this offer either. "If you get there in time."

You laughed once again, a sweet sound that made Bakugou feel proud, even though he didn't even know why he was proud. "Yes, yes, I'll be there on time. But let's discuss this now." You lay the papers down, showing a few new sketches.

You both worked on it for a long time, even though it felt like a few minutes at most. You sometimes felt his gaze on you, instead of the paper in front of you, which made your cheeks flush red.

"So um-" you said, not really sure what to even say. "This was nice."

He had never heard anyone from the support section say that working with him was nice, but he still took the compliment. "Meet me at the coffee place tomorrow? Since it's weekend we can meet a little earlier too."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. It was weird having someone who actually wanted to work with him and it felt odd. A good type of odd, if he had to confess.

"Don't be late." He said.

You laughed. "I won't."

***

You were late.

Bakugou was about to go crazy waiting at the coffee shop. He felt so stupid for waiting for you but felt even worse for not being able to leave. His mind kept making you excuses, every time the door opened he felt his heart jump and that made him so angry at himself.

He was about to leave when the door opened once again, this time it was actually you entering. His eyes widened when he saw you, you looked incredibly pretty without any dust smeared on your face, your (h/c) hair in a cute style that enhanced your beautiful face and was that... Make up? He wasn't sure, hell, he never even realized any of these things before. But he couldn't take his eyes off of you and felt his anger die inside him.

You saw him and your eyes shined in a way that made him want to smile too, a cute smile was on your face when you came to his table.

"You're late!"

"That can't be I'm actually-" you checked the time and pouted. "Oh, I'm late."

His eyebrows furrowed, so he wasn't even important enough for you to actually show up on time? He was about to say something mean but held his tongue when you giggled. "I actually left the dorm an hour early to be here before you..." You shrugged. "Apparently I'm incapable of actually arriving anywhere at the time we agreed on. I hear this all the time, I just can't get anywhere on time!"

He felt a little better knowing it wasn't only him, but still. He was Bakugou Katsuki for Gods sake! He wasn't just someone, he was the future number one hero. Still, he couldn't help but feel good knowing you intended to be here early.

"Whatever." He said not looking at you. "No, I'm actually sorry!" You said biting your lip.

"It's whatever. Let's just get some coffee and get this shit done with." You felt a sharp pain in your chest, he wasn't wrong, but it felt bad hearing that from your crush. You should have known he wasn't actually interested in you, he wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't his last chance.

You still didn't let that spoil your mood, at the very end you were here, drinking coffee with him, weren't you?

"Well, what would you like to drink?" You asked, taking your wallet out of your handbag. His eyes shined with anger when he saw what you were doing.

"Like hell I'll let you pay for it!" He said, stopping you.

"But this is for making you wait yesterday!" Feeling his hand holding you made your heart jump. "And well... Today too." You added.

"I don't care, I said I won't let you pay, and I won't."

"But-"

"Stop arguing for fucks sake!" You closed your mouth at that. "O-okay. Well I'll have (your favorite beverage)." You saw him smile at your answer and stood up.

You were trying to calm yourself while he was buying you coffee, didn't even realize someone was calling your name. "Y/N!"

A hand touched your shoulder, making you jump in surprise. It was a certain indigo haired boy who looked very much sleep deprived. "Oh, Shinsou!" You smiled sweetly. You have helped him a lot before, which ended with you guys being close friends.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, even though it was a stupid question, he was addicted to coffee. "Well, duh." He said, shaking the carton of coffee on his hand. You smiled at that. "But what are you doing here?" He looked around to see anyone familiar that you could be waiting for. He saw Bakugou ordering coffee, but it was such an impossible thing for both of you to be together so he didn't even think about it.

"Well I uh..." You didn't even have time to answer when an angry boy came close to your table. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Shinsou's eyes widened ever so slightly looking at the angry boy, and then back at you. "You're here with him?"

"You got a problem with that?" Bakugou asked, taking his seat right across you.

"Well, we're working on his costume." You said sensing the tension.

Bakugou scoffed, apparently not happy with your answer. "Well, okay. I'll see you around?" Said Shinsou, you could understand why he was walking away, since his motto was stay out of drama. "Yeah, sure!" You smiled sweetly, feeling a little bad because you felt like you were dusting him away.

"Are we gonna start working or not?!" You flinched when you heard him scream, a sinking feeling reminding you once again, he wanted nothing to do with you other than working on his costume.

"Sorry." You mumbled. "So I um, worked on this a little more after you left and I think it would be much better if we changed this to this. Because otherwise it would be too heavy."

Bakugou scoffed. "Hah, I can handle heavy." You glanced at him, surprised by his unnecessary narcissism. "Yeah, I know. But still, wouldn't it be better if it were lighter?" He stayed still for a while then shrugged.

"Tch, whatever." Oh, you were starting to see a pattern here. Maybe it wasn't just unnecessary narcissism, but more like... Trying to impress you?

"Are you training today too?" You asked, just testing the waters. "Of course I am! If I'm going to be the number 1 hero, I gotta train every fucking day."

You tapped your chin with your finger. "That's true. Although I've seen you train before and it looked pretty intense." And that was true. He was training so hard it made you shudder just thinking about it.

"Oh, you were watching me?" Oh, shit. You tried to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. "Well I wasn't watching you specifically, but it was so... Extra so I may have looked your way once or twice." You tried to cover. But the smug grin on his face told you he didn't believe it a bit.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

"So, what do you think? Should I change this part? Oh and I thought it would be better if we did this too-" You stopped talking when you felt his eyes lingering on you, instead of the paper. "Bakugou?" You said smiling. "Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not staring at you!" He shouted, your smile dropping almost instantly. "Why the fuck would I even stare at you?!" His hands were tight fists on the table, his red eyes reminding you of flames. Your eyes widened at his response and you forced a laugh.

"Well, ouch." You said with the same forceful laugh. "I- I wasn't implying anything, you know..." You mumbled.

"I- I..." This was the first time you have seen Bakugou in a loss of words. You shrugged. "Yeah, I know, you want to get this over with as soon as possible."

That was far from what he wanted to say but he accepted it nonetheless.

You both worked on it for hours, once again the time passed quickly, felt like it was a blink of an eye. "That was intense." You said while stretching a bit.

"Well, that was it. We finished the whole design and idea process and I'll take it from here."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean by I'll take it from here?"

You shrugged. "I just have to actually do this now, so we don't really have to meet like this." Why did Bakugou feel that sting in his chest? For Gods sake, what the fuck was your quirk?

"Y/N." He said that made you stop stretching. Hearing your name from him made your heart beat faster. "What the hell is your quirk?"

"My quirk?" You asked, a little surprised at the sudden question.

"Yes!"

"Well it's not a big quirk. I can manipulate shadows." You shrugged. Your quirk had never came off as handy but it was fun to change the shapes of people's shadows and seeing their reactions.

Bakugou desperately tried to find a relation with your quirk and this weird sensation he felt every time you smiled but he couldn't find any.

"That's a dumb quirk." He said instead. You giggled, surprising him. "It is, but I don't really need a quirk to be special, I can work without it just fine."

His brow quirked up at your response. "If you say so."

***

Everyday for the next week, Bakugou had visited you in your workspace. "I want to see if you're doing a good fucking job." He said when you asked him why.

He stayed with you as long as he could, telling you about his day, about those damn extras in his class, with the exception of "Deku." He was talking about Deku like he wasn't even a part of the class. You knew he was talking about Izuku Midoriya, that green haired shy guy who broke a limb every time he used his quirk. Oh, Bakugou talked about him a lot, with great hatred too.

But even though he was just rambling, you loved to listen to him. And even though he never even implied it, you knew he liked watching you work too. It was probably because he was interested in how his costume was coming up but you still enjoyed it very much.

But the truth was that he had almost completely forgotten about his costume. He was coming to see you every day, every chance because you... You just understood him. But Bakugou was so foreign to these feelings, it made him feel scared and vulnerable.

You weren't aware of any of this, of the internal crisis he was having, so you were surprised when he suddenly stopped showing up.

You couldn't really work too, since your eyes were practically glued to the door, waiting to see a glimpse of the spiky blonde hair, but you never did.

The day you were done with the costume, you texted him. You tried to look as good as you could, cleaned the dust off of your face and your uniform, wore your best perfume only to see someone else who came instead of him to pick the costume up.

It was Kirishima, you had chatted with him before, he was a pretty cute guy, and you knew from your daily chats from Bakugou he liked him too. So just seeing him reminded you of Bakugou which made your mood even worse.

"Is... Is Bakugou okay?" You asked.

You saw the uncomfortable look on his face and you knew Bakugou was avoiding you. "He- he- he is okay... He's just-" You sighed but smiled nonetheless. "It's okay, I understand." His eyes widened. "You do?!"

You shrugged. "He's done with me, I see that. I had the same treatment from some other students too, although it's not very nice, is it? Still, say hi to him for me please."

"It's- it's not like that, he's just-" Kirishima looked a little embarrassed but mostly panicked and you couldn't help but giggle. "It's okay, I'm just happy I could help him."

When Kirishima went back to the dorms, only to find Bakugou on the couch looking at his phone, he was pissed.

"Dude you must be the dumbest person alive."

"Who the fuck are you calling dumb, shitty hair?!" Bakugou jumped from the couch, about to end Kirishima once and for all but Kirishima wasn't having it. "You! I'm calling you dumb! I took your costume from YN, the girl you have been avoiding like the plague, and I was embarrassed for you!"

Kirishima saw Bakugou stiffening as he mentioned your name and smiled knowingly. "Bakugou, if you don't go there and talk to her I will kick your ass."

"You can't kick my ass, idiot." Bakugou answered gruffly.

"Oh but I can. Go fucking talk to her dude! She asked about you, you know? What you're doing is so fucking unmanly." Kirishima gave Bakugou the costume he was holding and Bakugou could swear he could smell your scent on it.

"You call me unmanly one more fucking time and you won't have a tongue to call anyone unmanly. I am the definition of manly."

"Not with that attitude you're not."

"Who the fuck are you, my mother or something?" But Bakugou knew Kirishima was telling the truth, and he just couldn't get rid of this stupid feeling in his chest. Yet, he had thought that if he just stopped seeing you, he would never feel this way ever again. He was wrong. Oh, he had thought of you almost every second of the day, his heart feeling heavier with every second he didn't see you and it was more than he could bear.

He knew what he had to do, he just didn't have the courage before.

"I think- I have to go." He said practically running to the door. He passed the now entering Kaminari with such force and speed, Kaminari almost lost his balance. "Woah, where the fuck is he going?" He asked looking at the grinning Kirishima.

"You'll see." Was his answer.

***

You were about to leave the workshop, later than usual but you didn't really mind working a little longer, anything that would take your kind off of him, you accepted gratefully.

All of that until you heard his voice.

"YN!"

You jumped not expecting this at all. Your eyes widened when you saw the face you had longed to see for almost a week, and there he was, cheeks flushed like he had ran all the way here.

And you knew why he was here. You weren't stupid, the look in his eyes just gave it away. So a smile found its way on your lips, the sweetest smile he had ever seen that made him feel like he could die right than and there.

"Bakugou!" You said, walking towards him. "You're late."

#bnha scenarios #mha imagines #bakugou x reader #bnha x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou imagine #mha bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #katsukibakugou

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nuzgen · 3 years

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So I lied I couldn't find the words to write, apologies, however I do have to say let me slide this fanfic by you I wrote on the 13th of May, for mermay!

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Underwater Love (Wilford Warfstache x reader)

PROMPT: I keep sinking to the bottom of the sea. Why don't you join and become a mermaid, like me?

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You hadn't been sure how long you have been visiting these shores, however, it always felt like home. The gentle breeze of the wind and the glimmering sea was all very nice, although there was something you'd always notice, always out of view. A presence in the waters along the rocks. You sat on the sand, allowing some water to touch your feet. It was a quiet day today, not like many people come around anyways. Little did you know a sea fairing spectator was watching you. His dark pink eyes followed you, trying to be as quiet as he can. You were so wonderful to him, a real gem. He'd almost been caught a good number of times, sometimes he'd just get so excited to see you. He usually wouldn't bother this much with a human but you captured his heart.

Wilford decides to get just a bit closer. He didn't mind the thought of being caught as much if it meant he could get a closer look at you. You snap out of your daydreaming to the sound of movement in the waves, sounds like a large creature. You look around, you could have sworn no one was there when you had sat down. As you glance towards the sound of the noise you spot the end of a very pretty pink tail. You stand up to go and look at the sea animal that caused all that noise. Wil has no other choice but to sink downwards. You get there a little too late as you can only see a tuft of dark hair float downwards. You sit on the rock trying to look for it. You sit there for a while, and Wil grows impatient. He wants to meet this person who's captured his attention. The man rises upwards, although he doesn't see the sands and the rocks, only the ocean? He only notices his error after he hears the voice of the person he's been looking at for so long.

"Hello...?"

You only see the back of this person, and it seems he has a strange patch of the same pink you saw earlier along his back.

Wilford wastes no time turning around, "Hello love! How are you?"

His eyes are a beautiful shade of dark pink, skin, a nice beige, with patches of the pretty pink color you saw before, accompanied by a pink mustache. The man's stubble was dark. He had pink and white freckles all over, like a mystical being. His hair was dark but faded to pink, and there were some whisker-like things on the sides of his head. As you process this, he stares in awe of the person he's seeing in front of him. You looked just as good up close, if not even better. He was the first to speak.

"I'll introduce myself first then, the name's Wilford Warfstache, a pleasure to meet you! Might I say you're looking positively stunning today? Oh, where are my manners, what's your name?"

You try to gain your bearings, "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you as well. Forgive me if this is rude at all but... What are you?"

Wilford smiles, "Y/N... sounds amazing. It's not rude at all darling! I'm what you humans call a mermaid of sorts, I'd consider myself to resemble those axolotls, no?"

"You do seem to look like those, they're very cute." Something about this man felt so comforting like you could lay in his arms and you'd be ok. The two of you ended up talking for a while, he seemed to take in everything you said and did.

Eventually, he just couldn't take it, Wil wanted to hold your face. He'd never talked to a human like this, nor touched one. He wanted to know what it was like. Wilford's hands were dry enough at this point so he just took his shot. The two of you got very close while talking and moving around, then you felt his hand touch your face. His eyes were bright as he took in every detail of your face, and you were taken aback by the gesture. Realizing how dumb it was Wilford started to take his hand off your face but you hold it in place.

"But I- Y/N you moved away, I thought I did something-" You shushed him.

"No, it's fine Wilford, it's nice."

He holds it there for a bit, not wanting this moment to end. He'd dreamed about being able to meet you, and now you're here. He still couldn't help feeling like something was missing, he wanted to get closer to you. He wants to show you the wonders of this world and show you... what's the word to describe what he's looking for? Oh, love. He's in love. What if you thought it was too soon? Only one way to find out he supposes.

"Y/N, I've been looking at you from a distance for a while, you're so stunning, your very presence could bring color to a dead coral reef gumdrop. Well- I was wonderin' if we could like, go on a date of sorts?" Wil's expression held a great sense of anticipation.

you're flustered by his words. He's asking to go on a date? "I'd love that so much." Your words seem to melt away Wilford's fears and replaced them with anticipation.

"Well sugar, I keep sinking to the bottom of the sea. Why don't you join and become a mermaid, like me? It could be our first date!" Wilford is practically glowing, he couldn't be happier.

You ask, "Can you do that? Turn me into a mermaid, like you?"

Wilford responds affirmatively, "I certainly can! Come on love, there's no time to waste! Oh, for this I'll have to kiss your legs, you alright with that?"

You get flustered at the prospect but agree, and he starts. His kisses are light and leave a tingly sensation in your legs. The kisses pepper your legs and make you feel warm.

"And now one to finish it off gumdrop!" He gently kisses you on the lips, you two melt into it. His hands reach to cup your face, he never wants to let you go. He's so kind and gentle with you, your eyes close involuntarily and the two of you stay like that for a bit. Your legs are even more tingly as he gently lowers you from the smooth rock into the waters, you only open your eyes once he's taken his lips off of yours. He looks at you lovingly.

"I didn't think you could look better but here you are, you look so amazing gumdrop!" He takes a moment to fawn over your new form, and then pulls you over. Swimming with your newfound tail comes to be easier than you thought, and Wilford is here to guide you through it. Being able to breathe underwater is strange, but exhilarating. The two of you share another soft kiss, something he seems to be a master at. Each time it takes your breath away. He's got eyes for you and you alone. You both go on to find a nice spot for your date, although you can't help but feel it's already begun.

#wilford warfstache x reader #writing #x reader #i genuinely love this #Show it some love if you like it #fluff #how is he so hot #and respectful #it goes fast but shh #fanfic #Butterfly? fluttering in my chest #damn i need a fucking hug man

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mrfeenysmustache · 3 years

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Some Family is Found

Summary: A collection of vignettes about the Higurashi family, from Single Dad Souta, schoolyard fights, blended family of three then four, and learning to let go and let fate take control.

"Papa Souta!"

Yanked from sleep with a harsh gasp, Souta was already half rolled out of bed and running before his eyes had fully opened. He knew that tone, scared and frail and small, and his body had become well trained over the last year to respond to it immediately.

He dashed quickly from his room to hers, throwing open the door and flinging himself inside right to her little bed where she sat wide eyed and terrified much like she had been when he'd first laid eyes on her.

"Towa! I'm here. You're safe. It was just another nightmare."

No sooner had he sat next to her had she thrown herself into his arms, shaking and snuggling while he crooned wordlessly and petted her soft, white hair.

The first time she'd called him Papa had been a night just like this one. A handful of months passed with her in his care and every night she woke in a fright, babbling about sisters and fires and someone named Setsuna. She'd clung to him just this way, rubbed her sniffling little nose into his shoulder and called him Papa with a shaky sigh that bound his heart right up.

Her nightmares came further apart from that night on, but every once in a while he was still needed to chase away the darkness.

"It's okay, it will all be alright." He shushed gently, swaying her back and forth while he scratched at her scalp and rubbed her back. Eventually she quieted down and then went limp with sleep again. He tucked her back into her bed, smoothed the hair back from her forehead and smiled at the peace that returned to her little cherub face.

He checked her alarm clock and sighed; it was early enough that she wouldn't normally be up, but his own alarm clock was about to go off, signaling his painfully early study hour. He was almost done with his degree and then waking before the sun could, hopefully, become a thing of the past. With one last look at the sweetly sleeping face of his little daughter, Souta quietly left her room to return to his own.

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The bell chimed the end of the day and a flurry of tiny bodies rushed passed him, giggling and squealing and eager to leave the school yard behind until tomorrow. Souta gulped and straightened his shoulders before striding across the lawn and entering the doors once the last of the children had filtered out.

He'd spent enough of his own childhood here to know where he was going, and his legs carried him unconsciously to the principals office where he'd been called in for an important meeting.

He steeled himself at the door and took another deep breath before opening it dipping his head in greeting to the principal and eyeing the wilted form of the white haired toddler he'd been asked to come in to discuss.

His heart panged at the sight of her, his normally vibrant girl so small and sad and dejected, one of her pigtails drooping and a bright red scuff mark marring her round cheek.

'Oh no...'

"Higurashi-San, Thank you for coming."

"Of course." He replied, sitting in the empty seat across from the large desk.

A pair of sad red eyes shifted his way and he smiled softly, reassuringly.

The principal finally looked up from her paper work and blinked, looking perplexed before adjusting her glasses.

"I'm so sorry, there must be some confusion, I believe I requested that Towa-Chan's mother or father come in to speak today."

Souta winced internally, but kept his expression genial and placid.

"Yes, you did. There's no confusion. I am Higurashi Souta, Towa-Chan's father."

The principal blinked again and cleared her throat, looking between he and little Towa with a glint in her eye he didn't appreciate.

"My, you certainly look very young to be a father." She said crisply, and Souta bristled and struggled to keep his tone polite.

"I'm sure it doesn't surprise you to know I hear that quite a lot."

"Yes well. Let's get to the point, shall we? Towa-Chan has been exhibiting some shocking behavior of late. We are very concerned."

"As are we, she's made us aware that she's been on the receiving end of some unfair teasing."

The principal sniffed and shuffled her papers before folding her hands primly.

"Be that as it may, we can not tolerate violence against our other children, and Towa has instigated several physical altercations this week alone. Unless something drastic is done, she is risking expulsion."

His eyes widened and he sat up straighter in his seat, meeting the principal's gaze unflinchingly before looking once again on Towa. She still didn't look up, staring at her feet and making herself as small as possible. It broke his heart, and he heaved a sigh before looking back to the principal with a smile.

"I understand. I'll talk with her tonight. Thank you for your time."

He stood and scooped Towa up from her seat. She curled into him and he strode quickly out of the building. He stopped on the stairs to switch her over to his back, and after hooking his arms behind her knees she rested her head against his shoulder and sighed a forlorn sigh.

"I'm sorry Papa Souta. I caused so much trouble."

Her little voice, small and broken, tore into him, and he wondered if he might be doing something wrong.

He knew he was young to be a father, especially to a school aged child like Towa. She was barely six, but he wasn't quite out of university just yet, and was far from the ideal situation for having small, helpless people depending on you. He still had so much to learn himself.

"Don't worry about it Towa-Chan. No one wants to be picked on. You just need to remember your strength. You aren't like the other kids, you're much stronger."

"Okay." It was barely above a whisper, and Souta hated for her to sound like that.

The rest of the journey home was made in heavy silence, but Mama Higurashi swept in to lend her gentle touch and Souta watched Towa brighten a little under her attention.

Cookies and tea and an affectionate pat on the head as her grandmother helped her color a picture soon had Towa back on track and Souta sighed in relief.

"Why don't you go and study for your upcoming final and leave us girls to our own business, hm?"

"Thanks mama."

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Mama Higurashi tearfully hung the picture she'd taken just a few nights before on the wall, brimming with love and pride.

Souta smiled back from the center of the frame draped in his graduation gown with Towa beaming atop his shoulders, his graduation cap covering her white hair.

It's not what she ever expected the photo of his university graduation would look like, but she glanced at the high school graduation photo of her firstborn daughter and grinned.

Both of her children seemed fated to walk interesting paths that twisted off from the rigid one set in place by society at large.

She couldn't say she was anything but proud.

A squeal of delight drew her attention to the window nearby and she watched indulgently as Souta scooped Towa up before falling to the ground with her, tickling her sides while she laughed and wiggled away.

A thread of worry wrapped around her heart then and she said a silent prayer that this new school year coming up for her would be easier than the last.

A new school, a fresh start, hopefully her granddaughter would fare better with the students at this school than she had before. She was such a dear girl with an unshakable sense of justice that she already couldn't help but fight tooth and nail for.

The sun glowed off her little white pony tails and her smile stretched freely across her face, and Mama Higurashi found herself wondering not for the first time if they hadn't ended up adopting Kagome and Inuyasha's child.

She looked very little like them aside from her hair color, but she certainly had Kagome's sense of right and wrong and Inuyasha's strength to back it up.

The likelihood of that was low, especially as she'd only ever spoken of someone named Setsuna.

"Well, time to call them in for dinner."

———

"I'm sorry Papa Souta. I cause you so much trouble..."

"It's alright Towa. I was thinking this other school would be better for you anyway. They have a wrestling team!"

Her eyes still held a glimmer of uncertainty and guilt, and though he was was stressed and concerned, he didn't want her shouldering such feelings all the time.

He knew she remembered her life before he'd found her on his front lawn, that she'd come from somewhere else before they'd taken her in, before he'd decided raise her as his own child, and he had a suspicion that she feared he might one day grow tired of her escapades and be done with her.

But he just couldn't. She may not have come from him, but she was his.

He was going to stick with her no matter what.

We have to go pick up your uniform next week, they have several colors to choose from, is there one you like best?"

He handed her the brochures and watched her nose scrunch up at the list of pictures of skirts with different colors and numbers of pleats, and bit his lip to keep from laughing outright.

"Um, no, I don't have any preferences."

"You're sure?"

"Anything is fine, really!"

"Alright. Well, have you been practicing with the sword you found with grandpa the other day?"

Suddenly her face lit up like the sun, and Souta sat back and listened while she detailed all the things she'd been practicing that she'd seen on various internet videos.

Her last teacher had admonished him for allowing her to peruse such interests.

'It's wildly unlady like. You should not be encouraging swordplay from a girl who already can't control her violent urges with her peers!'

She'd even thrown in a barb about her lack of a mother.

But while Souta agreed that Towa needed to be less violent while at school, he couldn't imagine discouraging her from the things she loved, even if they weren't the most feminine.

She bounced around the room, showing him some of the swings and stabs she'd nearly mastered and he couldn't help but think her Aunt would be so proud to watch her follow in her footsteps.

———-

"Grammy, when will Papa Souta be home again?"

"Oh much later I think Dear. I'll be tucking you in tonight, is that alright?"

Towa nodded solemnly but then burst into bright giggles when she saw her grandmother pull the secret stash of cookies out from the back of the cleaning cabinet.

"It's a big night Towa, what say we celebrate early?"

Mama Higurashi sat on the couch and let Towa settle in beside her before opening the box and letting her select two.

"One for each hand!" She chirped, smiling up at her, red eyes glimmering. It was their long standing tradition and she cherished how much her rapidly growing granddaughter still enjoyed it. She was now teetering on the edge of childhood, a vibrant girl rapidly approaching her pre-teen years.

"One for each hand my darling."

"So... you think she'll say yes?"

Mama eyed her granddaughter for a moment, but her face was unreadable.

"I do. She's a lovely woman."

"Yeah. She is."

"Do you not wish for her to join the family?"

Towa crunched into her cookie and chewed thoughtfully for a moment.

"It's not that. What if she doesn't like living with me all the time?"

"Oh Towa honey, Moe-Chan loves you! She's probably the most understanding person we've ever known. She's certainly taken everything in stride."

"She makes Papa Souta happy."

"She does. You know most of all he wants you to be happy though, right dear?"

"And I want him to be happy too. So yes, I hope she says yes tonight." Towa replied, leaning into her grandmother's side.

"Can we watch my favorite movie tonight?"

"That awful horror film? No chance young lady!"

Towa erupted into giggles while her grandmother put on calm, soothing movie they both enjoyed, and Towa drifted off into sleep feeling safe and content.

———-

Moe Higurashi hovered awkwardly in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, watching Towa as she sat still as a statue at the dining table, head down and pillowed on her arms. She heaved a tired sigh, and Moe's heart constricted.

She'd known before she married Souta that his daughter had many troubles at school. She was strong and sure and didn't stand aside when others were being mistreated. Thus, she was often a target for those who wanted to prove themselves stronger than her.

Towa had started another new school just this week, and already the fighting had started again. She could practically feel the stress and guilt oozing off her young step-daughter's young shoulders, and she wanted so badly to do something about it without overstepping any boundaries.

An idea struck her and she stepped quietly away to retrieve her violin from her room. Towa had not moved an inch when she returned, and in fact didn't seem to be aware of anything outside of her own troubled thoughts.

Moe hesitated for one more moment before delicately clearing her through and startling Towa out of her funk.

"May I sit here please?"

Towa nodded and watched silently as Moe took the seat across from hers and began tuning the strings of her violin. And then, without a word, she brought the instrument up, held it in place, and pulled the bow across the strings. She played something low and soothing, something that filled the room as well as all the stormy spots in Towa's mind until she felt the tension melt from her.

She put her head back down, but this time Moe noted with pride that her shoulders were noticeably less rigid. She continued to play even after Towa lifted her head and listened with a smile.

———-

There had been many times in the month since bringing his new baby home that Souta thought his heart would burst open with love and pride and happiness, and this time was no different.

Little Mei, still so small and sleepy and new, was reclined comfortably on a soft blanket his mother had knitted. She was fast asleep, swaddled tightly into a little bundle, and Towa had stretched out on the floor next to her, gazing lovingly down at her and running her fingers over the soft, wispy hairs on her head. She was whispering something, something he couldn't quite make out, but the look of devotion on her face toward her new little sister took his breath away. They were as mismatched a set as he'd ever seen. Mei's soft brown hair and eyes contrasted sharply to the burning red of Towa's eyes, or the shock of silver that grew from her head, but they both lived deep inside his heart.

Moe entered from the opposite side of the room from the kitchen with a flour stained apron around her waist.

"There are my girls! Towa, I've brought you a cookie fresh from the oven."

"Thank you Mama Moe." She whispered in return, careful not to wake her sister, and Souta watched Moe valiantly attempt to keep her own emotions in check. He knew how much it meant to her that Towa had grown so close to her.

"Let me know if you need anything."

Moe went back into the kitchen, and Souta took another indulgent moment to watch his daughters begin forging their bond.

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Souta held his smile until the moment the shining portal winked out of existence, and then his expression fell and he grabbed desperately for his mother's hand.He squeezed it and she responded immediately.

"Souta, what's wrong my son?"

"How-" he gulped around the fear rapidly growing and choking him, watched Moe scoop up a crying Mei, silent tears tracking down her own face, and knew the dam on his emotions would break soon. "How did you do it mama? How did you... how did you let Kagome go over and over and over? How were you always okay with this?!"

Mama sighed and rubbed his back, staring off into nothing for a moment as old fears and anxieties swam back up from the recesses of her memories.

"Come inside my dears, let me make you some tea and try to ease your worries. At least, let me help you try to manage them better than I was able."

Souta hung back until the others had filed inside and looked back at the place his daughter had just disappeared without a trace. He'd watched his sister vault over the well time and again and remembered the distant fears he'd had for her as a child.

But she'd had Inuyasha, his larger than life living legend brother-in-law who he was convinced could beat any opponent conceivable.

This time, he wasn't a child anymore, and this wasn't his sister.

This was his child, one he'd practically grown up with he'd been so young when he'd adopted her.

And though he knew what she was, the very same sort of being his childhood hero was, still he worried.

For her safety, for her wellbeing, for her life.

He closed his eyes, and for a moment he prayed, that she would remain safe and unharmed, that she would find what she was looking for, that she would solve her quest, that she would return to them.

And then he wiped the tears from his face, and turned from the Sacred Tree that had taken her away, and he walked inside, trailing pieces of his heart behind him.

#hanyo no yashahime #inuyasha sequel #yashahime #towa #souta higurashi #inuyasha fic #inuyasha fanfiction #found family #found family fic #hanyo no yashahime fic #yashahime fanfiction

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fsketchart · 4 years

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Daminette December - Soulmate AU

ALLLLLRIGHT let's go! @noirdots ur fabu

Also Lila and Alya never met, and neither of them ever met Marinette.

Marinette sighed as she finished up paperwork. She sat back in her chair and glanced outside. Her friends were already outside fluttering around getting ready for the holiday season. Christmas and Valentine's day were always the busiest times of the year.

Marinette stood up, and grabbed her uniform. She wore a red dress with white details, along with a gorgeous bun with a few strands loose. Her dress had a white bow in the back. She walked in matching red heels, and she grabbed her bow & arrows, and headed outside. She spread her wings and took flight. She headed towards HQ to receive her assignment.

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"NEXT!" an old woman called. She glanced at Marinette. "Cupid 1890?"

"Affirmative." The old woman passed a few papers.

"Just the regular," the woman said. Marinette sighed. The woman snapped at her. "It's Christmas soon, what can you expect? Our mistletoe kiss requests are through the roof, and do you know how many New year's 'true love' wishes we get each year? They've skyrocketed through the roof!"

Marinette awkwardly chuckled and grabbed the papers. Just as she turned to leave the lady snapped.

"Hey where do you think you're going?"

"To...work?" The woman shook her head.

"We gave you an extra long list. You'll be having a partner."

"What? Why not just split the assignment?"

"Because this guy is a rookey. We need a supervisor."

"Don't I get a say?" Marinette asked, rolling her eyes.

"No," the woman said, with a harsh glare that made Marinette feel guilty. The woman turned around and yelled. "OI! ROOKIE! OVER HERE!"

A boy, taller than Marinette walked forwards. He had dark spikey hair like a porcupine and green eyes. Marinette sighed. She held out her hand to introduce herself, but he just knocked it away. He snatched the papers away and Marinette glared. The woman was now focusing on other cupids.

"Hey give them back!"

"No," Damian said with a tired voice.

Damian held up the papers beyond her reach and when she tried to fly over, he simply flew backwards. That's when Marinette had a clever idea.

"Uh, your name is?"

"Damian."

"Right, Damian. Yeah you're shoes are untied."

"Wait what-"

Marinette snatched the papers from his hand. "HAH SUCK IT NERD."

Damian snarled as he tried to grab the paper but Marinette already took off. He chased her all the way to the cloud transports area, as Marinette dove on through. She glided through all of the machinery getting ready to package the clouds down to earth gracefully as Damian just plowed on through. There were yells of the machinery workers but Damian ignored them. He chased her until they reached the teleportation mist as Marinette chose the coordinates in a hurry. She quickly got ready for the teleport, and turned her back last second to see an angry Damian aiming straight for her. Damian reached out for the paper and snatched it but was quickly teleported.

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Damian woke up dazed and confused. His vision was dizzy as he stumbled. Marinette took her chance to grab back the papers, and started to Sprint. Damian tackled her on the ground still trying to grab the papers back. They stumbled and fought until they rolled down a hill. Marinette lost her grip on the paper last second. They screamed as they landed in a lake, soaking their wings.

Marinette just shivered in the cold as Damian let out a curse. They slowly walked back to where they once were, unable to fly with their now soaked wings.

Marinette and Damian glared at each other and occasionally stepped on each other's shoes on purpose, but otherwise remained quiet. They tried to dry off their hair and looked at eachother.

"Truce?" Marinette asked.

"Truce," Damian answered.

Marinette sighed as she checked the papers.

"Okay, we have a strict schedule. We have about 5 to get done today."

"That should be easy."

Marinette just laughed and shook her head. "No way, that's a ton for one day. You'll find out soon enough."

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They followed around a girl named Alya and a boy named Nino all day. They could only shoot their arrows in a case of emergency or if they seemed it necessary. Damian was running out of patience. They had been waiting at the park with them for an hour and they still hadn't gotten up from the bench, for they were too busy chatting.

"COME ON CAN'T WE JUST USE AN ARROW AND GET IT OVER WITH?"

Marinette shushed him. "No! This is a mistletoe wish, not a true love wish. There's a difference." Damian just groaned. Marinette shushed him again.

She looked around.

"Okay, I think I have a plan." She pointed towards the park entrance, with a mistletoe dangling. Damian just sighed.

"I still don't see why we can't just use an arrow."

"Because these guys are soulmates," Marinette said pointing to the list. "We can't rush it or risk messing it up."

Damian just scoped out the place.

"We need a distraction, Damian."

"Okay, so what do you propose?"

"Hide your wings for a second." Damian just narrowed his eyes. She gave him a stern look. Damian agreed.

"Okay now what-"

"DISTRACT!" Marinette shoved him forwards right in front of the pair as she ran behind the bench.

Damian froze. As did Nino and Alya.

Nino just awkwardly raised his eyebrow. "Do...do you need something dude?"

Damian panicked. "Um...yes?"

"So what do you need?" Alya asked.

"Um. Money."

Alya and Nino looked confused. Damian continued.

"I'm...here to... rob you."

Alya and Nino just exchanged glances. "You...you're not doing a very good job…"

Damian just stepped forwards doing an overly dramatic walk. "Hand over your lunch money, nerd."

"We're both in college-"

"I SAID HAND IT OVER, LOSERS!"

Nino just looked annoyed as Alya stood up and rolled up her sleeves. "What did you say to me?" Marinette noticed it was about to get messy and reached towards Nino's shoelaces, from under the bench.

"I...um I said HAND IT OVER! I'm not afraid of uh prison! Yeah I've been there before. Because I'm manly." Damian flexed his muscles.

Alya grabbed his wrist and flung him over her shoulder in one fell swoop. She sighed as she picked up her purse and grabbed Nino's hand. Damian was groaning in pain.

"Wait...get back here…" Damian called back as he tried to crawl on the floor while holding his knee. They both stood and watched as Damian made his very slow way over to them. He reached for them but Nino just stomped on his hand and walked away with Alya. However, they didn't get too far, only making it to the entrance of the park. Nino tripped over his shoelaces and fell over, bringing Alya down with him. Marinette was smirking from a distance. Damian was not.

Alya and Nino giggled, as they noticed the mistletoe. They kissed under the mistletoe, as Marinette silently cheered. Damian loudly groaned in pain.

Marinette dragged Damian away while the couple was distracted.

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"⅕ was a success! Good job, Damian!" Damian just cursed as she bandaged his bruised and cut knee. She held up his chin gently to face her.

"Hey, I'm sorry I threw you into that situation without giving you a heads-up, really." Damian looked away.

"It's fine…" he mumbled. Marinette glowed with happiness.

"I was serious when I said you did good, especially considering it's your first time."

"As to be expected, I'm the best of the best," Damian snarked back, but with a slight smile.

She roughed up his hair and giggled. "We'll see."

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@caffeinetheory @noirdots

Bonus : Damian flexing.

#daminette december #daminette #maribat #maridami #marinette x damian

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pippki-writes · 3 years

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An Ill-Fitting Name: Snippet 15

NOTES:

Snippet 1; Snippets 2 & 3; Snippet 4; Snippet 5; Snippet 6; Snippet 7; Snippet 8; Snippet 9; Snippet 10; Snippet 11; Snippet 12; Snippet 13; Snippet 14

Word Count: ~2k

Faoust belongs to @thebiggestnerd - she writes him; Isaiah and everyone else here are mine.

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A lot of things can happen in five short days. Like you find out your murder-friend-with-benefits got killed, and brought back by the god of Chaos on the condition that he had no memories of the love of his life. And maybe Chaos encourages your friend to pay more attention to you instead of the man he had loved. And maybe you go along with it—even though you know, right there in front of his actual love, that it’s so fucked up of you, that it won’t last, that it’s all just going to go horribly wrong. You fall into it anyway.

Hasn’t happened to you? Oh, just Isaiah then.

Isaiah still can’t explain to himself why, when Faoust asked, he agreed to try being something more for one another…first Isaiah agreed to come home with him, not to fool around more but to simply…spend time together? And then, what a day later? After spending the night, spending the day together, after a second fantastic tumble in as many days, just laying together spent in bed, there Faoust was saying insanely sappy things, about how Isaiah understood him, and how he liked being around him, and wondering about whether they were destined to be together? That sort of bullshit made Isaiah laugh. He doesn’t believe in destinies—no. A man controls his own fate, choices, actions. This was no destiny. Just Isaiah, who liked what they had already. Who didn’t want to ruin an already good thing. But who decided, finger pressed to Faoust’s lips to shush him from a string of “this is stupid”s, Faoust trying to backpedal his feelings while Isaiah simply needed time to think…who decided to go for it anyway.

It wasn’t a perfect five days. Saccharinity—a sweet kiss, a gentle touch of his face—made Isaiah feel uncomfortable—was not for him, not the dynamic he was used to sharing, not with Faoust. He had no desire to be exclusive either, the two of them, though he could sense the disappointment when Faoust agreed to it. That should have been a stronger clue how none of this was real. Before Chaos intervened, Faoust was living a quite comfortably open polyamorous life. Why would he suddenly want to forsake that for a monogamous life with Isaiah? Not that Isaiah would want such a thing anyway, even if he didn’t feel so uncomfortable with the idea of genuine commitment.

And then there were the appearances from Chaos itself, its terrifying hold over Faoust, fucking with his mind, inviting Isaiah to join it? Isaiah didn’t want to think about the horrible, too-toothed smile and the way it held Faoust. The way it smoothed over Faoust’s memories to free him from pain, to keep him from remembering.

Ah, and then the fifth night. When Isaiah had gotten attacked by Faoust’s true love, Dorien, over a bit of a misunderstanding (yes, ok, he can objectively admit how it might look to burst into a room and see Isaiah with a knife in his hand straddling Faoust, with Faoust covered in a mess of bloody cuts, but it was consensual), had gotten thrown against the wall and attacked over and over, Dorien screaming and slashing Isaiah’s arms. Faoust had had to save him from Dorien, had told him later he’d been scared Dorien was going to kill him. Someone caring whether he died? That was new.

And then, Isaiah hadn’t even bothered to ask how, he didn’t care, later that night, Faoust got his memories back. The hold Chaos had had over his mind had broken. He was back to the way he’d always been. Isaiah woke from a half-sleep with a start, remembers seeing Faoust peeking in awkwardly. Isaiah realized as he woke up that Faoust was at the door, rather than still in the bed with him.

“Hm? Where’d you run off to?”

“So,” said Faoust, “I have some good news and bad news.”

Isaiah knew. He knew by the tone of Faoust’s voice that this was it, that this—whatever it was—was over. “Ah, just say it.”

“I’m back. I got my memory back…all of it.”

“Is that the good news, the bad news, or both?”

“Little bit of both. Ah…” Faoust decided, after a pause, to just come out with it. “Chaos was manipulating my feelings for you. I don't..I don't feel any differently than I did before I died. I still care about you. A lot. But I was comfortable where we were.”

“Yeah, it…yeah.” Isaiah sighed. “Are you mad at me for going along with it anyway?”

Faoust smiled a little sadly. “Not at all.”

A bit more banter exchanged between the two of them. Isaiah claimed Faoust’s bed for the night, since he had very recently gotten a beat-down from the man Faoust would be eagerly waiting to run back to. They said the expected sort of things to say between people hoping to shift back to something they’d had before with as little damage as possible. Wouldn’t work out anyway. Better for both of us. Faoust seemed inclined to keep talking, as if to make up for this—whatever breaking off this was. But Isaiah didn’t want this pity, this strange compensation, this consolation prize of conversation knowing that Faoust was just waiting for Isaiah to seem ok so he could leave again. Isaiah finally chased Faoust off with a good-natured “stop bothering me, I’m sleeping,” rolling away from him and spreading himself out on his stomach across as much of the whole bed as he could, waiting for Faoust to leave.

Once Faoust was gone, Isaiah rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

Yes.

Best for both of them.

Isaiah isn’t meant for soft, kind things.

Murder and magic. That’s what he’s good for.

Now, Isaiah sits on his porch, legs kicked against the railing, thinking. His hands hold a stick and his knife, slowly worrying the bark away with the blade as he tries to make sense of his mind. It hadn’t even been love, they’d both said that, even when Faoust was completely under the control of Chaos, he’d never said he loved Isaiah. And even if he had, come on, Isaiah had been loved before.

But no. That wasn’t quite right, was it?

Vespar had been loved. And Elios before that, and Redrik before that, and so on down the line until you hit the bedrock of Isaiah, who had never been loved. Not by his mother. Not by his father. Not by anyone.

No one had loved him, and especially no one had ever known him, really him and all the things he did, and loved him. Not even come close. This thing with Faoust, it hadn’t been love. But it had been something that could have come close.

But no. It had all just been based on lies and manipulation. He knew that. He’d known it going in. So why does he feel so…hell. He doesn’t even know how to describe what he’s feeling.

Isaiah’s reverie is snapped by the sound of someone approaching. Any other time, a stranger crashing through the trees to his hidden home, calling out, “Isaiah James?” would have been great cause for concern. But here, today, right now, feeling things he isn’t even sure how to describe, the distraction is welcome. Isaiah stands warily, letting the stick fall, holding the knife ready in his hand.

The man stops at the edge of the clearing, holds up a hand to shade his eyes from the sun in spite of the cheap aviators on his face, to glance at Isaiah, check the phone in his hand, and back to Isaiah. He’s wearing a coat, though the day is a bit warm for it, and projects a solid confidence as he starts walking towards the porch.

“I’ve been looking for you, Isaiah James,” the man begins, “and hell have you been difficult to find. Would have figured you for dead, if I’d been able to find a body. But your mother—“

At this, the man freezes. Something in Isaiah snaps, this man speaking a name he shouldn’t know, mentioning his mother. He wants to hear no more, and without even needing to think about it he found his hand quickly tracing out the sigil in the air, the words across his lips, his will being imposed on another, binding the man in place. Isaiah closes the distance between the two of them, in the quiet of the trees, the traffic and the rest of the world distant and muffled by this little place where Isaiah has made a home.

“You should have found me dead,” Isaiah hisses, his thumb rubbing against the heel of his blade, using his magic to jerk the man down to his knees, wide-eyed and still frozen. “They sure as hell won’t find you.”

Isaiah draws the blade hard and deep across the man’s throat, one fierce quick motion, but stops before sending the body hurtling down into the earth where no one will find it. He grabs the phone, still clenched in the man’s hand, and holds it up to the man’s wide eyed face to unlock it.

The screen is on a missing persons poster, with side by side images—a sullen-looking 14-year-old boy with short, sandy curls, and the uncanny, unnerving imaginings of a computer algorithm of what that boy might look like now at 33. Still unsmiling, eyes hollow and dead. Have you seen him? asks the poster. Isaiah James.

Isaiah eyes the image critically. A facsimile of himself, hair too short, eyes (both of them, but hah, how could a computer guess he’d be missing one?) without any hint of mischief or trouble, an alternate Isaiah that could have been. Maybe, if Isaiah had been any kind of normal.

Isaiah swipes to the man’s messages to see what else he can find.

He has no intention of telling the bitch ahead of time, but Isaiah James has decided to come home. browser tabs, but it doesn’t look like the man told her where he thought Isaiah was. Not even where he was looking.

The man was a private investigator, apparently. Not from around here, by what Isaiah can glean from the details on his phone, and so, Isaiah thinks as he dips a finger in the man’s blood to start drawing a sigil, not likely to be missed soon. It’s so much easier to send someone hurtling into the earth right when he kills them, drawing upon the power of the bloodshed in the moment. Waiting requires this extra step. Manual, he thinks, rather than automatic. He considers keeping the phone, but no. He’s seen enough. A cell signal is a liability. He uses his magic to bury the phone far away, deep within the earth, and to send the man disappearing into the ground below, never to be found.

Back by the road, Isaiah finds a rental car. Tedious, he thinks, hotwiring the car and driving it off somewhere dark and without the pesky interference of video cameras. He can’t just leave the car near his home—that would inspire searches. Questions. Shit he doesn’t need. He drives it a few towns over, to give a different police force something to puzzle over, and slips back home through the shadows.

Perhaps, if he had been in a different sort of mood, Isaiah would shrug it off. To hell with his mother and whatever the hell she wants with him. It surely won’t be anything good. But right now, Isaiah feels…uncertain. Bothered by things he doesn’t know how to even identify. Needing something else to turn his mind to, to distract him from the confusion inside. He snaps his knife shut, sliding it in his pocket, and goes back in to grab his truck keys.

He wants to know. He needs to know. What the hell does she want?

He has no intention of telling the bitch ahead of time, but Isaiah James has decided to come home.

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Three

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I wake up to the smell of coffee drifting in under the bedroom door, and I stretch, seeing Nikki on his side of the bed, snoring softly.

Pulling the covers off of myself, I get up and throw on my robe to cover my naked body and step into the kitchen to see Karen at the counter.

Karen was Doc's best solution he could muster up to try to keep Nikki straight off drugs.

After calling Doc and Bob Timmons that night Nikki shot out our ceiling, Doc asked Karen, who worked at the Mötley office, to move in.

Hats off to her because she didn't argue, and Nikki did calm down a little when she was there because he was convinced she was a spy for Doc and was telling him what Nikki was doing at all times.

Nikki didnt want to hear shit from Doc, so he tried to hide his drug use from Karen when she was home.

"Good morning." She greets me, patiently waiting for the coffee to get done. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"No, no, it's fine, I needed to get up anyway, uh...what time is it?" I ask her, rubbing my eyes.

"About 9:00." She replies.

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him up and get ready and that reporter should be here around--"

I'm cut off by the doorbell and I look at her.

"You go wake him up, get him showered, I'll stall." She assures me, shooing me with her hand as she steps to open the door."

I rush to our bedroom and shut and lock the door, walking over to wake Nikki up.

"Babe, c'mon." I nudge at him several times until he's groaning a little. "Nikki, wake up."

"Just climb on and get off when you're finished. I'm sure it'll still get up without me being awake." He mumbles tiredly, about to drift back off before I'm hitting his arm sternly.

"Nikki, you need to wake up. That reporter came early. We need to get dressed."

"Jesus." He lets out, frustrated, and I rub my lips together. His hazel eyes open to look at me and he smirks. "You're actually talking to me today?"

I've been ignoring him for nearly a week now ever since he broke our ceiling and embarrassed me in front of our friends.

"I'm getting into character so he doesn't write that I'm not talking to you in the article. Doc said to be as lovey as possible." I add. "So hurry up."

I walk to our bathroom and start the shower, quickly discarding my clothes and climbing in as he trudges into the bathroom.

By the time I'm rinsing shampoo from my hair, he's getting in, his eyes wandering up and down my naked body that currently has soapy water running down it.

"Don't get any ideas, Sixx, I'm still mad at you."

"What kind of man do you think I am?" He puts a hand over his heart as if he's hurt and I roll my eyes, finishing rinsing my hair.

"Move." I say so I can put conditioner in my hair and he grins, about to switch places with me, and his hands hold at my body as we trade spots and I glare at him.

"What? I was helping you move." He innocently states, the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips, and I cut my eyes at him.

He just wets his hair as I get the tangles out of mine with conditioner and we change once more.

By the time he's rinsing his hair again and I'm lathering up in body wash, I feel his finger trace down my spine.

"Nikki." I say in warning and I hear his faint chuckling.

"Sorry." He mumbles, taking his fingers off of me.

When I'm done, about to tell him I need to get under the water, his hands are sliding up my sides and he's getting closer to me, pulling me against him, taking my ear between his teeth in a nip.

"Nikki, we don't have time for this." I let out in a soft giggle.

"So?" He asks, pressing a kiss to my neck, his hands moving up to hold at my chest, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, causing me to take a sharp breath and push my ass against him.

He lets out a soft moan, and I turn to face him, our lips, teeth and tongues meeting in a rough, passionate, kiss, as my body is pulled against his.

"Are you still mad at me?" He says, running his thumb across my bottom lip, looking like he's confident that I'm not still upset with him.

"Get finished, we have stuff to do." I tell him, giving him one last kiss before sliding past him to rinse off.

"Change it to cold water before you leave." He grumbles and I smile to myself, changing the temperature of the water before getting out of the shower.

Once I get my hair towel dried and finish getting ready, I'm cautiously stepping into the hallway, walking where I hear Karen and the reporter talking at the dinner table.

"Yeah, they..." Karen trails off, seeing me. "...Oh, here she is." She states.

He turns around to face me and I rub my lips together, extending my hand to him.

"Len Donoghue." He tells me, shaking my hand.

"Vivian Sixx." I reply, politely. "Um, Nikki's getting some clothes on now, he'll be here in a minute."

"Oh, starting Valentine's Day off right, huh?" He chuckles and I feel my face go red with embarrassment as Karen attempts to curve the conversation.

"You were saying earlier you attend night classes? What degree are you pursuing?" She asks him and I take the opportunity to step to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee.

Nikki's already there, seeming to be stalling as he takes his time examining the array of coffee cups in our cupboard.

"You don't drink coffee, baby." I remind him and he glances at me before handing me a cup.

"I was supposed to wake up this morning to a blow job. Not a fucking hotshot know-it-all scribe jotting down every last syllable of shit I say only to fabricate and cut it up before printing it in a way that makes me look bad." He mumbles and I give him a soft smile, my fingers running through the ends of his hair.

"It will be okay, Nikki. Just smile and it'll be over before you know it." I encourage him.

He sighs out, kissing me briefly before I pour my coffee and we step to the dinner table, where Len is lighting up at the site of Nikki.

"Hey, man, Nikki." Nikki introduces himself, shaking Len's hand.

"Len Donoghue, it's a pleasure." He smiles enthusiastically at him and Nikki nods before motioning to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna cook some breakfast if you wanna start your interrogation in the kitchen." Nikki says in a joking tone, but in know he means "interrogation" literally.

"Sure." Len nods, the three of us stepping to the kitchen as Karen gets up and heads to her bedroom to hangout until we're done.

I hoist myself onto the counter, watching as Nikki pulls the eggs from the fridge and I tense up as I multiple paper bags on the shelves before he closes the fridge.

I hope Len didn't notice.

"You've even got that particular detailing in here." Len comments, looking up at the mirrored ceiling.

"Yeah, I read somewhere mirror creates the illusion of a more open room." Nikki tells him, grabbing a bowl to crack the eggs into.

"That's why the place is covered in mirror?"

"Yeah, why else would it be?" He pretends to play dumb, and Len glances at me before shaking his head a little. "No reason."

"When did you move into this place?" He asks us and Nikki starts cracking the eggs.

"Uhh...like..." He looks at me. "...Over a year ago? Year and a half?"

I just nod and he confirms it.

"Yeah, over a year ago."

"Who's idea was it to live out here?" He asks next and Nikki nods towards me.

"She liked the house and I got it once we had the money." He explains.

"That makes me sound like a gold digger." I say.

"Okay, we drove by one day and she said it was a nice house and I went behind her back and got it and surprised her with it once I had the money." He corrects and Len smiles.

"Is he always nice like that?" He asks me.

"Despite how he seems publicly, he's a nice guy." I tell him and Nikki shushes me as if I can't tell his secret, making me chuckle as he grins, pouring the eggs into the heated pan.

"There's a lot of mystery around you two, is that something that's good to you or backfires sometimes?"

"It's good." Nikki states. "It's really nobody's business unless we do stuff like this," he motions to Len, "And let people in on it."

"We don't necessarily understand what the big deal is about, honestly. There's plenty of people dating or married to someone who isn't quite like them. The fact we're in the public eye doesn't make it any more interesting, honestly." I add.

"Yeah, people would be disappointed if they saw how our relationship works just like everyone else's." Nikki puts in next.

"I think you two being together really invokes certain conversations because one of you is a by the book Christian, and the other has been accused of Satanism in the past." Len suggests with a small chuckle. "So you're pretty opposite of each other in that sense but you still manage to get along well enough to feel the need to marry one another."

"We're opposite of each other in every sense, almost." Nikki tells him, finishing on the eggs.

"Really?"

"She's more reserved, conservative, quiet, innocent, sober, religious, organized..." Nikki names off a few things. "...and there's me."

"I wanna touch on that, really, because 'sober' is not something associated with rockstars or really this industry much at all, really, with so much money and access to excess and so on, have you really never had a drink of alcohol or was that an exaggeration? I mean, really, your friends, husband, piers are doing God knows what and you've never at least been curious enough to try something out?" He asks me and I shake my head.

"No. And that's not something I ride through the streets and shout out or project at a party or use to talk down on other people with. I choose not to do that because it doesn't interest me, it interests some people, some people enjoy it, but I've never really been drawn to any of it. And especially the really hard stuff, I've never felt the need or allure to that because I've seen what it does to people. But I don't turn my nose up at people who want a beer after work or have some cocktails with their girl friends on a night out. I don't even think I'm any better than the addicts that claw their eyes out while they're on dope. That's their business." I tell him, and Nikki clears his throat, putting the eggs into a bowl to be scooped out by who ever that wants them as he pulls the package of bacon from the fridge next.

"So you're the trusted D.D. when it's a night out?" Len asks me and I nod.

"Oh, yeah." I nod.

"Back to the 'opposites' topic, how did someone like you, get together with someone like her?" He questions Nikki again and Nikki let's out a breath, smirking.

"The clean version." I warn Nikki and he laughs.

"Oh, c'mon, Viv." He nudges me and I raise my brows. "Okay, fine, we met at a club on the strip, Tommy introduced us, and he had told me she was coming down there to see us and that she was a dancer and her mom was super strict, and just telling me and Mick some things about her because he and Vince had grown up with her, but we'd never met her. So she comes down there, and she's dressed like a fucking--I don't even know, nothing like what I was use to seeing on the Strip. And we just couldn't stand each other, honestly. We would aggravate the piss outta each other, I'd harrass her and purposely do and say stuff that I knew would gross her out and she would pick at me and deliberately say shit to get under my skin and piss me off. I called her 'Saint Viv' and 'Virgin Viv' and she'd call me 'Devil Spawn' and we just really got on each other's nerves, man."

"What changed that?" He asks and I wait to see how Nikki's going to say "I screwed her into my ratty mattress" in a PG way.

"There was this one night, I don't even know what happened, but I just realized I was really, really into her, and I guess she realized the same because we've been together ever since." He tells him.

"So, it's worth all the criticism about you not being the real deal because you've 'settled down'?"

"I'm not an idiot, I know people dont talk shit because I've 'settled down', they talk shit about who I've 'settled down' with. And if being with someone who's got my back, and strives to push me be the best in can be, and supports me and helps me up when I need it, then I will loud and proud shout from the hills that I've 'settled down.' I write music based off what inspires me, some of Mötley's best songs have been inspired by the very girl I'm criticized for being with because they either think she's boring or isn't bad enough for me or whatever bullshit they drum up. But I don't need someone who's bad through and through, that would be a disaster. She's bad wear it counts." He informs him and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Nikki!" I scold.

"I'm just saying." He shrugs. "And I'd hate being with someone who's exactly like me because then I wouldn't be learning new things, or having engaging conversation that challenges my views, or see a different perspective, and she wouldn't have that, either. So I think all the street rock posers downing on me for being with a 'goody goody' and the holier-than-thou Tipper Gore carbon copies that give Viv shit for being with a 'satan worshiper' can all kiss our asses and fuck off."

Len nods, looking impressed but not shocked with Nikki's words.

"Wanna add anything to that?" He asks me.

"Ditto." I reply and Nikki smiles at me for a moment.

After Nikki's finished cooking, we're sitting at the table, and get on the topic of music.

"Is there any idea when the new music will be coming out?" He asks Nikki and Nikki nods, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Sometime this year." He says.

"Is it gonna have a 'Theater of Pain' feel to it or is it gonna hold the same change that, that album did compared to 'Shout at the Devil'?"

"Well, we change our sound because we grow. I don't think it's too far off, I think it's all still rock 'n roll, but the sound differs a little bit with each album because we evolve." He replies.

"Any album in particular that you've made so far that's a favorite or is the best yet to come?"

Nikki gets a happy, proud grin on his face.

"The best is yet to come." He states. "Some really cool stuff is in the works."

"I'm glad to hear that because I actually am a fan of you guys' so that's a good word from you." He tells him.

"Great." Nikki says, his bare foot kicking at mine under the table.

I kick back as Len is oblivious and continues asking questions.

"Are you into their music, too, or are you just along for the ride because you kind of have to be?" He nods to me as Nikki and I are now in a kicking war, despite acting like nothing's happening.

"Yeah, I like their music."

He looks a little taken back by my answer.

"You listen to Mötley Crüe without obligation?"

"Well, yeah." I tell him.

"She looks like a frilly flower girl so you don't expect that, right?" Nikki asks, and I kick him under the table and he kicks me back, again.

"What else do you listen to?" Len asks me.

"A little bit of everything. If it's catchy or has a good groove to it, it doesn't matter the artist, I'll buy it. I listen to ABBA, Chaka Khan, Hank William's Jr, Deep Purple, BeeGees..."

"And everything in between?"

"And everything in between." I chuckle. "I also have Bon Jovi but Nikki's always trying to steal it and get rid of it."

"You don't like Bon Jovi?" Len asks, seemingly insulted and Nikki looks at me with cut eyes and a devious smirk, like he's gonna get even with me, later.

"I like Jon, I've hung out with him several times, he's a cool guy. Vocally, he nails it every time. Lyrically, musically, I can't fucking stand it. It's like being stuck on the tea cups at Disney. You wanna get off before you throw up."

"So, you don't mind ABBA, but Bon Jovi's a no-go?"

"...Basically..." He rubs his eye. "But, I mean, I might tolerate some of it if she put it on and started doing a little strip tease or something. I'd consider it, then."

I glare at him and Len laughs, as Nikki smiles innocently at me.

Once we're done eating, we offer a tour of the house, which Len eagerly accepts.

"Obviously, living room." Nikki motions.

"What happened to the ceiling?" He asks, noticing the empty ceiling space.

"Nikki thought it would be smart to throw a baseball in the house. The whole ceiling suffered." I lie and Len raises his brows.

"I bet that was fun to clean up."

"We wouldn't know, we paid someone to come out here and do it for us." Nikki mumbles. "Alright, awards and achievements." He says next, motioning to his freshly reframed gold and platinum disc awards, and my ballet trophies I've racked up from childhood to the beginning of senior year, that Nikki practically made me put on display when we moved in because he thinks it's something I should be proud of enough to showcase to people.

"Guest bedrooms, and bathroom down here." Nikki motions down the hall. "Garage, here." We walk down a couple of steps to the garage door and open it up, switching on the light.

His bike, his Corvette and mine, greet us and Len nods.

"Nothing too extravagant." He voices to us.

"I'm looking at a blacked out Mercedes right now, I might end up getting it soon." Nikki tells him.

"Oh, really?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I was gonna tell you about it later, babe." He assures me.

"Right, like you told me about the Jeep and the Harley?"

"Ha. Ha." He let's out sarcastically. "We have a pool." He quickly discards our disagreement, leading Len back up the steps and into the house to take him to the pool.

By the time the interview is at a closing, it's almost 1:00pm, and I hope he has enough material to make a decent article.

"Thanks for letting me come by, I really do appreciate it." Len thanks us, shaking my hand before shaking Nikki's hand one last time. "It was really an honor get to talk to you, man, good luck with the album. Can't wait to hear it."

"Thanks." Nikki replies.

"Alright, you two take care, have a good evening." He tells us, turning to walk to his car.

"You, too." Nikki says before shutting the door.

When it's shut, he's turning to look down at me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I'm probably gonna go get some stuff from town." He states and I nod.

"Okay, I'm probably about to hangout by the pool with Karen for a few minutes." I tell him, heading to our bedroom to put my swimsuit on.

I hear the fridge open and shut--he's grabbing some of his heroin--before he's telling me he'll be back in a few minutes.

Once the garage door shuts, I'm stepping out to find Karen in her bedroom.

"Hey," I start and she looks up from where she's laying on her bed, reading. "I was gonna go lay out for a few minutes, do you wanna come?"

"Yeah, I'll be out there in a second. Let me get changed."

The phone starts ringing and I head to answer it, hoping it's not someone calling to tell me Nikki's been in an accident.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Steven's voice happily declares on the other end of the line.

"Happy Valentine's Day." I reply, stepping to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi from the fridge.

"I-Is Sixx around?"

"Not right now, he's running errands in town." I explain to him.

"Oh...well when he gets back can you get him to call me back?"

"Yeah. Is everything alright?"

"It's perfect. Love you. Gotta go." He abruptly hangs up and I furrow my brows a little, hanging the phone back up.

A few minutes into sunbathing, I'm laying on my stomach with my bikini string untied as Karen chats away while I drift in and out of sleep.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Karen tells me, getting up off her pool chair, heading into the house.

I give her a wave of my hand without opening my eyes, letting out a relaxed breath.

My body tenses for a moment at the feeling of Nikki's lips pressing the center of my spine, working their way up to my hair.

"Hi." I say, sitting up, tying my top back into place as he sits on my chair beside me. "Steven called and wanted you to call him back."

"He called again just when I got in so I already talked to him." He tells me and I nod. "I was out getting stuff for tonight." He wiggles his brows for a second and I try not to laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some more wine for me, the fizzy grape juice for you, and some more candles."

"You don't like just screwing around with a candle on because you can't see everything." I point out and he smirks.

"I didn't buy them for light." He says and I raise my brows, a lusty feeling washing through me at the thought.

"Race you to the bedroom!" I shout, about to take off but he grabs at my hips and pulls me down to his lap, laughing at my eagerness. "Nikki, we don't have time to waste. I have carbonated grape juice to sip on and hot candle wax to be dripped in, and that's not even including the sleazy stuff that follows, so c'mon." I struggle to pull his arms from around my waist so I can get free.

"Viv, we'll get to that later tonight, you gotta get ready for your surprise." He tells me.

"I have a surprise?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"A surprise."

"Nikki."

"Viv."

"...Fine." I huff and he let's me out of his lap, handing me the roses he got me. "Where is this surprise?"

"Can't tell you. Just get changed, dress up a little bit if you want to." He tells me.

I guess he thought since he had died the year before, he should put his all into making up for it the following year.

I have to give it to him, he outdid himself that Valentine's Day...but he had some help.

"Okay, no peeking." Nikki says to me after securing the blindfold around my eyes and I grin, my hand in his as he helps me out of his Corvette.

I'm taken off guard by him suddenly picking me up, shutting the passenger side door with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle out.

"I don't want you to walk and hear your steps because it'll spoil the surprise."

"I feel you struggling to keep me up." I say to him, poking fun.

"I'm not struggling."

"Okay but if you drop me, I'm kicking your ass." I add.

"I'll kick your ass right back." He scoffs.

"Okay, then put me down and let's go, Sixx. Best two out of three."

"You're like a baby bird: all mouth." He taunts me.

"You're a baby bird: all whining."

"Virgin Vivian."

"Devil Spawn."

"Are you ready to see your surprise or are you gonna keep running your mouth?" He asks and I roll my eyes behind the blindfold and exhale.

"Fine."

He sets me down, and my heels click against the sound of wood.

"Alright, ready?"

"Yes."

The blindfold comes off, and Steven's firing off one of those tiny confetti poppers as he, Nikki and Duff all saying, "Tada!" at the same time.

We're standing inside of Mandy's old rehearsal space, except it's not shitty looking anymore.

The holes in the ceiling are patched up, it's got new lights, the floors are fresh and the once scratched up and worn down mirror is replaced, completely brand new.

I can't even form words, my eyes watering, my hand grasping Nikki's tightly.

"What do ya think?" Duff asks me.

"I-I..." I try to talk, but can't.

"Do you like it?" Nikki asks next and I'm turning to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, nearly knocking him off balance. "Woah." He laughs, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

I'm wiping my tears when I pull away, catching his lips with mine when he leans down to kiss me for a second.

Knowing Duff was the one who bought the place from Mandy to begin with, I hug him to me next.

"Thank you." I sniffle out to him, giving him a tight squeeze before pulling away.

"It wasn't a problem, Viv." He assures me as Steven clears his throat.

"I wiped the finger prints off the mirror." He tells me and I smile, hugging him, too.

"Thank you." I say, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair.

Duff's grasping my hand, turning it over so my palm is facing upward before he's putting a key in it, closing my fingers around it.

I give him a genuine, grateful, closed-lip smile, and he returns it, his kind eyes seeming to have a spark of extra liveliness from being in his element of doing good things to make people happy.

I swear I can see Nikki scowling at us from the corner of my eye, but the look is gone from his face as soon as it arrives.

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40ozandsober · 5 years

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Bottom of a Swimming Pool

ch 1; Skinned Knees & Gapped Teeth

— Childhood Flashbacks: Age 6 —

Charlie was 6 years old and obsessed with books, but he could never understand how to read them. The letters got jumbled up and the pages would start to move. He could try to sound the words out, but everything would just sound twisted when it left his mouth. He tried to read short stories in class all the time, but the other students laughed at him when he was called to read aloud. He knew he was behind his grade, so he slowly gave up on learning to read. Another boy in his class, though, recognized Charlie's difficulty with reading and asked him if they could play together during recess. Charlie wasn't used to this, but he said sure, of course.

Ronald, the other boy, wasn't quite popular either. His full name was silly, he was awkward, and he wasn't that smart, so all the kids didn't even try to be his friend. Ronald asked Charlie to hang out because he got lonely sitting at recess in the back alley reading silently to himself. It got too quiet, and in Ronald's family, quiet wasn't normal. Ronald asked Charlie to call him Mac in exchange for help on his reading, and Charlie happily said yes.

Mac spent his time at recess reading to Charlie, which helped Mac extend his ability and also helped Charlie learn. The two boys finished around two longer books a month, starting with the Wizard of Oz. Charlie thought the book was silly, but he liked hearing the words come from Mac. Sometimes, they would practice sounding out simple words and letters, so maybe Charlie wouldn't stumble over reading aloud in class. It wasn't perfect, but hey, it was better than being illiterate.

Charlie quite enjoyed the time spent with Mac, and eventually, he tried to see if they could maybe hang out after school, just to play. He asked Mac multiple times over, saying, "Please, Mac. I'm working really hard and I just want to play with my friend." but Mac refused. The more he was asked, the angrier Mac got, until finally he snapped at Charlie. For a week or so after that, Mac stayed inside during recess. He hated Charlie for being so nosy about his life. School was the one place he didn't have to worry about everyone knowing the truth about the McDonalds, and if Charlie knew the truth, he'd hate Mac.

Mac wanted to tell Charlie everything, but he didn't think Charlie would understand. Even though Charlie wasn't super bright when it came to reading, he seemed to have a good life, which Mac had never had. He just didn't want his school to know who his family really was, and he couldn't bare to lose his only friend.

Eventually, Charlie just gave up on trying to become friends with Mac again, but Mac had a change of heart. The boys quickly rekindled their friendship after Mac realized Charlie didn't have the perfect life. He had came to school with ripped shoes and a tattered shirt, and Mac thought it over. He went up to Charlie during recess and saw Charlie crying onto the pages of the Wizard of Oz.

Mac quietly sat down beside the boy and nudged him softly, trying to get his attention. The boy looked up at Mac and stifled his cries for a second.

"What's wrong, buddy?" Mac asked him gently, trying to comfort his friend.

"I just can't understand it! I'm so stupid. I don't know how to read, I can't spell. I'm just dumb. I need your help."

Mac shushed his friend, telling him he wasn't dumb. "Being smart isn't just a book thing, dude! You're funny and you make me laugh. I'll help, I'm sorry I got mad."

Charlie smiled through his tears and hugged his friend, thanking him for his help. Mac finally let Charlie see where he lived after that incident. Mac told him the truth about the fact that his family was sort of a mess, and Charlie told Mac that he didn't have a dad. It was funny, how two different people could relate on such a deep level, but they did it, even from such a young age.

Mac supported Charlie through everything, and Charlie trusted nobody except Mac. That would never change.

— Childhood Flashbacks: Age 12 —

Charlie had a secret. Well, he had multiple secrets actually. He never told anybody most of them. Some of them, not even Mac knew. By the time he was 10, he started to feel weird. He had gotten his first period at age 11 and his mom told him it was the beginning of becoming a woman, but that didn't really sound right to him. He wasn't quite sure the idea of becoming a woman fit him.

He started to think about being called Charles and was trying to work up the nerve to ask his very best friend to call him a boy. He didn't quite know how Mac would react though. Besides, even if he did work up the nerve, what was he going to tell him? He didn't really understand what was going on inside his own body, so how was he going to explain it to somebody else? He knew he was probably just overreacting, because Mac was his best friend who supported him no matter what, but telling him that something about his body was off seemed terrifying. Instead of telling him out loud, he wanted to just write to Mac about how he felt, but he still didn't quite understand writing.

Finally, despite being horrified, he told Mac everything. He explained to Mac how he didn't really see himself as a girl, which slightly confused Mac, but of course, who was Mac to judge? Mac slowly began to call Charlie a boy and he/him pronouns, occasionally calling him Charles to make him smile. Charlie loved that. He loved being so accepted for who he was. He still didn't quite understand what he was or who he was, but he knew he wasn't a girl, and he slowly began to express that to his mother as well. He was just happy his best friend still loved him regardless.

That was all that mattered to Charlie. All he ever cared about was Mac and Mac's approval. He didn't really understand why Mac was all he thought about, but he knew he enjoyed it. He spent his days hanging out with his best friend at the park, playing games in his basement, just watching TV on the couch. Even in times when others would be bored, Charlie and Mac were entertained and happy, simply because they had each other. They were each other's whole world.

— A/N —

ok so!! hi i'm noah ! this is only the first chapter and most of this is just to get plot details out of the way. YES this fic will be trans!charlie. yes, mac is gay, as always. YES mac will struggle with his sexuality. yes, i'm gonna include some angst bc hi this is charmac...... also every single chapter will be titled after a song from my charmac playlist thank u!! <3

#mac iasip #iasip #iasip au #charlie iasip #macdennis #charmac #trans!charlie #40ozoffanfic

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Who' rising up the dead

I know this isn't my typical style but I wanted to try something new and LOOK AAAAA

This is my first ever time doing a detailed line less style and I'm super proud of it, I adore the bushes and the soft, clean way the cat looks.

If you want info on the character I'm still trying to figure out a name, but she is a sassy, confident mysterious she-cat who is known for being quite beautiful and captivating. She is part of rockclan.

One day when she was a young warrior she went to the pool of light (Moonpool) with an injury on her paw, she swished the water of the pool with her paw and it healed. The path of stars healed her cut. She rushed back to camp and tried to fall asleep but couldn't. If they could heal her paw what else could they do. A half moon later a queens kit died at birth and was buried. All this time the she cat had not stopped thinking of the pool of lights power and knew what she had to do. When every cat was asleep she dug up the kit and dropped it in the pool of light. To her shock after awhile the kit started moving, breathing. It was alive, she hurriedly took it out and stared down at the tiny kit. It was dead, but the pool saved it. This could save lives. But what if cats abused it's powers? She decided to keep it to herself and put the kit in a safe place, coming back every day to check on it. She raised this kit until it was a paw and brought him to camp. The kit, hopepaw was took in and got named to hopeheart. Our she-cat decided to tell Hopeheart what he was, but he got mad and said to give proof and stalked away. After a few days a cat was killed by a vixen and buried. Our she-cat woke Hopeheart up and told him to follow her, she buried the dead cat up, shushing Hopeheart and dragged the cat to the pool of light, and flung him in. Hopeheart was horrified until the cat started moving. It had worked again. Hopeheart was scared and confused, as was the cat who was just brought back alive. She made Hopeheart promise to tell no one, and to help her and keep quiet, and lied to the cat who was killed by the vixen, saying no one missed him, and that he should join her in a rebellion. She'll take every cat who was wrongfully killed or that no one really mourned over to the pool, and re make them, every dead kit can have a life, like Hopeheart. Over time she makes her own clan, Forgottenclan. Cats did question where the cats would go but chalked it up to a two leg or vixen

The path of stars had enough and sends dreams to the medicine cats, and takes down our lovely she-cat. They don't know what to do about Forgottenclan but to banish them, our she-cat and her clan leave, never to be seen again.

So yea

Evil lady I guess who was tryna do good

If you have any names with Night, cinder, storm or flint that sounds elegant please tell me!

hope yall enjoyed!

Lyrics are from this steampunk opera www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii9Ut-…

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I don't even know how the other anon came up with "Trinky" but it's adorable! May I prompt it?

here you go [X]

Trinky

Effie tried to be quiet as she sneaked backinto the penthouse. Her friend’s birthday party had gone on forever and it wascloser to dawn than she had thought. She didn’t want to accidentally wakeHaymitch up and deal with his grumpiness all day.

Of course, she should have known better.

She stopped tiptoeing around when she spottedthe two men trying to get their way across the corridor.

“Late night out?” she called out, folding herarms across her chest.

Chaff was supporting most of Haymitch’s weightbut he wasn’t steady on his feet either and, when they turned around, theywobbled left and right.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” Eleven’s victorlaughed. “Had fun, love?”

The look he gave her made her skin crawl andshe hastily adjusted the short sparkly silver dress she had on so it didn’tshow too much cleavage. She knew her make-up was a bit smudged and that herlight pink wig wasn’t as straight as it should have been, she hadn’t botheredcorrecting that because she had thought it was late enough that she would besafe from prying eyes.

She had spent most of the night dancing toforget about yet another loss for Twelve. She had drunk a little more than whatshe would usually allow herself too. In short, she wasn’t at her best. And shewas ready to bet Eleven’s victor was jumping to conclusions as to why shelooked so disheveled.

“Trinket!” Haymitch exclaimed joyfully beforeshe could politely tell Chaff to mind his own business. “Trinket, Trinkety, Trinky…”

Despite herself, she felt herself grin. “Someoneis in a good mood.”

Haymitch was wasted. There was no point beatingaround the bush about that. His eyes were glassy and he didn’t seem to be ableto stand straight. He had lost his tie somewhere and his shirt was halfunbuttoned, making her wonder what sort of shenanigans they had pulled that night.

“Someone got lucky.” Chaff chuckled, promptingHaymitch to start snickering too like it was the best joke.

If she had been a bit tipsy before, that newscertainly sobered her up. Not that she wantedto care. They had no rules, no agreement, nothing. They were free. That wasthe whole point of a no-string-attached affair. All the more so anot-acknowledged one. But…

“I do hope you two behaved.” she sighed withirritation. “Although you managed not to get arrested so there is always that.”She eyed Haymitch up and down, making an inventory of what she could see:hickeys on his neck and upper chest – had the woman chewed on him? – tangled hair as if someone had ran their hands init repeatedly, slightly swollen lips… She huffed. “Tell me you, at least, had the presence of mind not to do anything in front of a camera?”

She sodidn’t want to have to deal with romantic assumptions about her victor.Haymitch was usually discreet so it would hit the press fast and hard and itwould be a mess of dismissals and denials. The woman might want her fiveminutes of fame too, which would make it all the more complicated and it was far too early in the morning for her tohave to worry about that.

“Don’t be jealous, Trinky…” Haymitch slurred.“You’re prettier.”

“Why, thank you very much.” she scoffed.

“Yeah, don’t be jealous, Trinky.” Chaff taunted, still chuckling like an idiot. “I got luckytoo. Wanna hear about it?”

“Not really, no.” she countered firmly –because a drunk Chaff could getsharing and she really didn’t want to hear about his sexual exploits. “I willlive that particular damage control to yourescort. I am certain Viola will be more than happy to deal with it.”

“Trinky…” Haymitch insisted, clearly not happy withthe lack of attention.

“Is that my new pet name? I think I preferred sweetheart.” she commented.

He pushed himself away from Chaff, almostmaking Eleven’s victor fall in the process, and stumbled closer to her. Shetried to catch him before he could do something stupid, like trip and hurthimself, but she ended up with her back to the wall, pinned by his whole body.He propped his forearm above her head and, since he looked steady enough likethat, she let go of his waist.

“She said she wanted to blow me off in therestroom.” he informed her.

She couldn’t help but wince when his breathrolled over her face.

“I do hope she offered you a mint first.” shedeadpanned, immediately looking in her clutch for just that. She always had some on her for this very reason – forhim or for her after a smoke. “Open up.”

He obediently opened his mouth and let herplace the candy on his tongue. She tried to ignore Chaff’s chortlings at theirantics.

“You’re saying I smell bad.” Haymitch astutely deduced – and given howintoxicated he was, it must have been more complicated than it looked.

“You should go to bed.” she replied, glancingover his shoulder at Eleven’s victor. “Perhaps it would be best if you stayedon the couch, Chaff. Or in one of the empty rooms if you must. I am not sureyou should go back alone in your state.”

It was only an elevator ride but… She hadlearned not to take the possible damages a drunk man could do – to others andto himself – lightly.

“Yousmell good.” Haymitch mumbled, either not aware or not caring that they had anaudience. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck and she firmly placed her hands onhis chest to keep him at a reasonable distance.

“I’m good, love.” Chaff answered. He took onestep, swayed, and then made a face. “Okay, maybe I’m gonna take the couch.”

“Good choice.” she snorted, turning herattention back to her own victor. “As for you…”

“She had a green mouth.” he muttered as if hehadn’t been interrupted. “Didn’t want that around my dick…”

“Alright.” she hastily cut him off. “First, language. Second, I really do not needto hear every detail of your one-night-stand.”

“Oh, he didn’t score…” Chaff mocked while hemade his slow stumbling way to the living-room. He didn’t even turn back tolook at her.

“She had a green mouth.” he repeated again,running his fingers on her collarbone. She tossed a quick look at Chaff’sretreating back but he disappeared around the corner without a glance. “Yourskin’s so soft…”

“And wasn’t herskin soft?” she hissed, making an effort to keep her annoyance under check.

His grey eyes bore into hers and, drunk or not,she thought he had figured it out.

“She didn’t kiss good.” he said. “Not likeyou.”

She reached out and brushed her fingertipagainst one of the teeth marks on his neck. “You certainly let her kiss you alot of times for someone who did not kiss that well.”

“I wanted to for a while.” he admitted. “Then…”

“Then, what?” she sighed, gently but firmlysteering him in the direction of his bedroom.

“Then I wanted you.” he said and she faltered.

He could say the sweetest things sometimes –usually when he was wasted out of his mind and wouldn’t remember them thefollowing morning.

“So you did notlet her give you a blow job?” she clarified, nudging the bedroom door shut withher foot behind them. With Chaff in the penthouse, she didn’t want anyconversation to be accidentally overheard.

She made a face at the state his bedroom was inbut still helped him to sit on the bed. He immediately flopped down on hisback, his eyes on her the whole time.

“Nah.” he shook his head. His lips stretchedinto a smirk and his voice took a whiny tone. “Trinky…”

“Enough with that ridiculous name.” she shushedhim, crouching to take off his shoes.

He mulled that over for a few seconds. “Effie.”

“Better.” she humored him, placing a knee onthe bed to finish unbuttoning his shirt. His hand immediately coiled around theback of her thigh. He didn’t do anything really, he just held on to her, his thumbdrawing distracting circles on her skin. “Haymitch.” she warned.

“You’re gonna suck me off?” he asked.

She almost burst out laughing. Trust men tonever lose sight of their goal when it was about sex.

“No.” she replied, moving to his belt. She unbuckledit quickly and unzipped his pants, unable notto notice that he wasn’t indifferent to what was going on. She pretended shedidn’t realize.

He was pouting when she tugged his pants offhim. “Why?”

“Because you are wasted, Haymitch.” sheanswered.

“I don’t mind.” he immediately protested,taking the hand she outstretched to help him up to a sitting position.

“I do.” she shrugged, slipping his shirt off.“Now, get some sleep. I have a feeling you will have a difficult morning.” Sheshould have expected it but she didn’t see it coming. He grabbed her around thewaist and pulled her down with him and she shrieked in surprise. “Haymitch!”She tried to make him loosen his grip but he wouldn’t let her go. He wasn’ttrying to start anything though, so, after a few seconds, she stoppedstruggling and pursed her lips, cushioning her head on her bent arm. Theystared at each other for a while, lying on their sides. He had that soft smirkon his lips… “You are a ridiculous man.” she declared, as much for his benefitsas for hers.

“Tell me a story.” he demanded.

His breath was a mix of whiskey, scotch andmint. Not quite pleasant.

“Should I make it a fairy tale and tuck you inwhen I am done?” she mocked.

“Sassy.” he accused.

“Perhaps.” she granted, eyes twinkling inamusement.

“Tell me something about you.” he insisted.

That wasn’t an usual request and she ponderedit for a moment. What she wanted to share and what she wanted to keep. How muchof her persona she wanted to drop. How dangerous it would be to let him seebehind the mask.

She settled for something safe in the end.Something inconsequential.

“My mother has this favorite wig… A lucky charmof sort. She wears it at every big event she throws.” she explained. “Once, Iput some itching powder in it after she made a very distasteful comment on myfigure. She spent the whole party trying not to be too obvious when shescratched her head.”

He chuckled a lot more than the anecdotewarranted but she figured alcohol must have made the story funnier.

“Did she find out?” he asked.

“I am still alive, am I not?” she grinned.“That should answer your question.”

“How old were you?” he snorted.

“Well, it was two weeks ago. I will leave themath to you.” she deflected. Her nephew was still trying to figure out what hadhappened to his itching powder, poor child.

He laughed so hard that tears gathered in hiseyes.

“You’re crazy.” he said when he calmed down.

“You are drunk.” she retorted with a huff.

He watched her for a minute and then leaned into press his forehead against hers. “Wait ‘till I’m asleep, yeah?”

She ran her fingers through his hair,distractedly trying to untangle it, not understanding how it must feel to be soafraid to go to sleep. She knew he dreaded the nightmares. How could she not whenshe was woken up by his screams every few nights, even a corridor away?

“Of course.” she whispered.

“You’re the best, Trinky.” he mumbled,tightening his grip on her waist as if she was nothing more than a giant teddybear.

“Try to remember that when you are awake, wouldyou?” she teased without any heat.

He would have forgotten the next day but… itdidn’t matter.

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