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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout!

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?”

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?”

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!”

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?”

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!”

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you.

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?”

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!”

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!”

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear.

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata.

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly.

“you know i’m yours, right?”

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once.

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide.

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.”

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?”

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.”

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed.

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?”

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.”

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?”

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel.

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands.

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.”

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips.

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful.

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!”

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes.

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.”

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame.

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.”

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?”

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.”

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?”

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––”

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?”

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.”

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior.

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.”

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whumpurr · 3 years

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Adrien and Sawdust part 5

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cw: descriptions of an emaciated body, disordered eating, pet whump, it as a pronoun, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee

Adrien swore he’d never moved so fast in his life. The second he saw Sawdust’s bony body tip over, he was running up the stairs to meet him. The instant he got to the second floor, he was dropping to his knees with a heavy thud, and properly touching Sawdust for the first time. He carefully lifted his face, seeing Sawdust’s eyes still open- though hardly.

The pet looked to be in worse condition than he was when Adrien had first gotten him. His skin was even paler, stretched thinner across rigid bones, his face was more sunken, the only color on it being the thick scratched scar across his nose bridge, and the deep rings under his eyes. He felt chilled. Adrien maneuvered his body like it was nothing, putting Sawdust’s head and torso to rest elevated on top of his folded legs.

“What’s wrong, Sawdust?” Adrien muttered just loud enough for the pet to hear. He was at a loss, he thought that everything was okay.

“‘M sorry, Master,” Sawdust whimpered, turning his head so he could look away from Adrien. “Need food, please, I’m- I’m sorry.” His voice was hardly a wheeze, but at least he seemed strong enough to move, so Adrien wouldn’t need to rush him to the hospital right that second. Sawdust’s words only came out in rough little squeaks and hiccups, tears gathering in his eyes. He looked terrified. “Food for- for dogs, please. If- if Master w- uh- Master may do whatever he wants but- pet- but- need-”

“Shit, okay, will you be okay if I leave you here to go get it? It’s just in the kitchen, I’ll be right over there.” Adrien was horrified and disgusted with himself as he looked down at Sawdust’s hollow figure. The tattered, oversized t-shirt he had come with was draped across his body, and with his head in Adrien’s lap and chest upturned, Adrien could see the thin fabric catch on the ridges of Sawdust’s ribs, pooling in the dip of his stomach, raised up by the ranges of his hip bones. Adrien handled him like glass, moving him off of his lap before standing and running down to the kitchen, nearly slamming his foot into the corner of his counter with his speed and recklessness.

He’d never been more grateful that he bought the dog food. He grabbed it out of the plastic grocery bag it still sat in on the counter and sliced the top of the bag with a knife, filling a bowl with it and- resigned to the situation- he poured some water into a bowl to go with it. He carried the two bowls up to Sawdust, putting them on the floor and pushing them towards the skeletal figure of his pet.

It looked like it took Sawdust considerable effort to roll himself from his back onto his elbows and knees, but he managed it and immediately dove into eating the chow out of the bowl without so much as a second thought. Adrien couldn’t help but feel like he shouldn’t be watching this. Like it was some sort of invasion to see Sawdust wolfing down his food in such a manner, but Adrien felt like if he took his eyes off him for a second, something terrible would happen.

Sawdust had never been more scared than when he saw Master racing up the stairs. He continued to break records of fear when he confessed, begging Master to give him something he could eat. He knew that if Master wanted to, he could deny him that, too. Sawdust was never more aware of that fact than when he asked for something to eat, but Master was merciful today. He brought him some chow.

Sawdust didn’t pause to think about whether or not the food could be poisoned, or if it would make him sick or kill him. Going that way, or not eating, it would have been death either way. Regardless of that, if Master saw fit for such things, as much as it made Sawdust want to cry, he would simply have to accept it. So he ate. He ate until the bowl was empty and he felt nearly sick, and he even drank after that.

Master would make him pay for this at some point, he was sure, but for now he could focus on his full stomach. He pulled back from the water bowl gasping, liquid dripping from his lips and chin. With his hunger sated, all he could think about was how tired he was. He didn’t care that Master was right there, and that he’d certainly hurt Sawdust soon. The dumb mutt couldn’t find the energy in him to do much about it as he laid down on the floor, curling up to sleep.

“S-Sorry, Master, pet is- is tired. Sleepy.” Sawdust murmured. “Please forgive it.”

“That’s okay, that’s okay baby.” Master was quiet. It made Sawdust confused, the way Master’s voice broke with his words. But the pet didn’t have the energy to think on it for very long, just nodding against the floor and letting his eyes shut.

Adrien was not going to let Sawdust sleep on the floor of the corridor. The second Sawdust was asleep, he took the pet’s dog ears off and undid the tail, setting those aside before he scooped him up in his arms and pushed Sawdust’s bedroom door open with his back, stepping in.

The room smelled of rot and spoil. Adrien muttered an expletive under his breath as looked around. Everything was as undisturbed as it had been when he first gave Sawdust the room, save for one corner that had some puddles of water sitting on the floor. He sat Sawdust down on the bed, pinching his nose. There was no way the pet smelled this bad when he got him.

He got to work looking for the source of the scent, thinking that an animal had found its way into the room or ceiling and died, but that was far from what he found. It took a few minutes of checking behind the wardrobes and dressers before looking under the bed, lifting the bedskirt only to be buffeted by the foul odour. Hidden underneath the bed was a pile of food scraps, composed of everything he’d been feeding Sawdust. Every piece of food that was missing from Sawdust’s plates was underneath his bed.

Adrien was never someone who was grossed out by things easily, but the sheer smell of the food was nothing short of disgusting. Regardless, he still had to get the room to a condition where Sawdust would actually be able to sleep in it, so with the help of a dust pan to use like a shovel, he dumped the remnants of the food into a garbage bag and tied it shut. He was at a loss for how the pet could have been tolerating this the whole time. He went through the room with a bit of air freshener, trying to solve the problem before he pushed a mop around under the bed.

With the room in a far better condition, he glanced over to Sawdust. The pet was still sleeping soundly, in near the exact same position that Adrien had left him in. Adrien took the edge of the blanket, folding one side over Sawdust’s frail body in hopes that it’d keep him warmer. Sawdust wasn’t disturbed at all when Adrien put the blanket over him, and he continued to sleep as Adrien started working to make the room more comfortable for the pet.

Once he got to see the room, it didn’t take him long at all to put together that Sawdust hadn’t been sleeping on the bed, and that he was sleeping in the corner that all the water was splashed around. Adrien mopped that up and swung by his linen closet, bringing every extra blanket and pillow he had and tossing them into the corner before arranging them in the most nest-like formation he could.

He wasn’t about to leave the pet unattended, not after an occurrence like that. Adrien grabbed his laptop and sat down in the seat in the other corner of the room, remembering just how uncomfortable the guest room’s furniture was, and why it was in this room and not being used in the living room. Disregarding that, he opened his laptop and kept himself busy.

When Sawdust opened his eyes the room was dim and he immediately froze up. The only source of light was warm and coming from one of the corners. Reluctantly, Sawdust sat up, body stiff. Master was sitting in the chair at the corner with a tall lamp on next to him. He looked like he was asleep, but the second Sawdust sat up, Master was awake again.

The very next thing Sawdust realized- not that he had the capacity to care much about it considering he was surely about to be punished within an inch of his life- was the new smell in the room. The old smell wasn’t good, but this new one was giving him a pounding headache. It was far too strong, but that was the least of his worries as he found himself a deer in headlights under his Master’s stare.

“Hey, Sawdust,” Master shifted a little. His voice was low and rough. “Damn, what time’s it?” He squinted at his phone in the dim light. Sawdust clenched his jaw shut, trying to stop any fear from showing on his face, but from Master’s wide eyes, he obviously wasn’t doing that good a job.

“Sorry, Master,” Sawdust whimpered, trembling under the covers. “I- didn’t- it- it-” His eyes darted all over the room and Master got up, walking over to him and sitting at the bottom of the bed.

“You weren’t eating the food?” Master asked, tilting his head. His long hair fell over his shoulder. Sawdust wasn’t ever good at figuring out what somebody really meant with their words, but Master’s tone was steady. He didn’t sound angry, and that made it worse. The punishment would be worse. Sawdust waited for the screaming to start, but all that stretching out through the room was a deafening silence.

“I just want to know why, Sawdust. I didn’t know you weren’t eating.” Master asked. Sawdust reached up to fiddle with his hair, only to realize another thing that was amiss. His ears were gone. His whole body stung with that realization, and he glanced around the room, not seeing them. His tail was also missing and he couldn’t spot them anywhere. Still, Master asked a question and he had to answer.

“Can only eat dog- dog food. Dogs eat dog food.” Sawdust said, flinching and getting ready for when the blows would come.

“Dog-” Master started before sighing. “Okay.” He dragged his hands down his face. “I found that paper with the rules on it. I don’t want to do this and I didn’t think I’d have to, but I have some rules for you, too.”

Adrien didn’t miss the way Sawdust perked up at the mention of rules. It made him sick, but he had to press on now that he said it.

“Three meals a day, with me, downstairs.” Adrien tried his best to sound firm in what he was saying, attempting to walk the line between stern and intimidating. “I’ll come get you when it’s time to eat.”

“Is that all, Master?” Sawdust responded. That sounded rehearsed to hell and back, but more confident and solid than anything else Adrien had heard him say before.

“This room’s yours, treat it as such.” Adrien gestured with an outstretched arm, “The bed’s yours, I put some stuff in the corner if you’d rather stay there.”

“Is that all, Master?” Again. Adrien knew there was probably more he should tell Sawdust, but he was blanking.

“For now, yes. If I think of more things I’ll tell you.” The bed shifted with the movement of Adrien standing up. “Try to get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turned off the lamp, gathered his laptop, and left, shutting the door behind him as softly as he could.

The second he stepped into his bedroom, he sat down on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair, that familiar, heated upset rising through his body. Sawdust was someone he took into his care and he let him get to such a state. Adrien was disgusted, and thoroughly disappointed with himself. He was in over his head, and he didn’t know what to do.

Night passed slowly for the both of them.

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tsrookie · 3 years

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Always In My Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Alyssa Brooks)

A/N: On today’s episode of ‘I have no idea wtf I’m doing’, we have something that I cooked up because I had terrible WiFi and no other app but Google docs would open up.

Trope: Fluff, but a tiny bit of angst?

Rating: General

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning(s): Mentions of character death

Summary: Their son has a very important question to ask.

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The delicious aroma of chicken and rice wafted through the Brooks-Ramsey household. The couple worked side by side in the kitchen as they had all those years ago, the only difference being that it was now a dinner for five and not just two.

Allison Dolores Brooks-Ramsey came into their lives nine years ago, and while it was earlier than they would have wanted, they didn’t regret a second of their lives ever since they first heard her voice.

The twins on the other hand, were planned, but nothing had prepared them for the chaos that Nathan and Natalie would bring. A new broken object every week, a dozen fights for the TV every day, and yet were nothing short of tiny tornadoes when they joined forces.

It couldn’t be more perfect.

“What time did Jackie and Emilia say that they would bring the girls back?”

“6:30, I think.”

“Ah. So we have time till 7:00.” They shared a knowing smile. Two aunts taking their nine and six year old nieces to the mall meant a complete raid of the toy store, and a new guitar.

“You need to stop letting everyone spoil the girls just because you have a soft spot for them, Ethan. Ally’s grown old enough to understand that she has her daddy wrapped around her finger, and we don’t need Nat coming to that realisation as well.”

“I don’t- I can’t believe you would accuse me of not loving all my children equally!”, he exclaimed in mock offense.

“Mhmm. So why did I have to come up with an explanation to tell Nathan why his dad wasn’t on board with ordering dessert when he asked for it, but relented once his sisters kept bugging him for another five minutes?”

He opened his mouth in protest, but decided against saying anything for his own good. “Well what can I say? They’ve inherited their mother’s persuasiveness. And I can’t really say no to you, can I?”

Alyssa’s lips curved upwards at that. The playful look in her husband’s eyes caused her to finally break into a grin. “At least you’re self-aware.” Stuffing the rice into the bird she added, “But I can’t exactly tell our son that his dad is too in-love with his mom that he sees her in his daughters and hence can’t say no to them. He’d gag in disgust.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. “That he would. Alright I’ll try a little harder to resist their charms. Wouldn’t want my only son to end up hating me.” He said it without a hint of worry over it becoming true someday. Over the years, he’d learned to put aside his fears of not being a good father, and with the help of some therapy, and Alyssa’s unwavering love and support, he’d locked up his insecurities in a box and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

They took the stuffed chicken and put it in the oven, washed their hands and plopped down on the couch for some rare downtime.

“Crap.”

“Everything okay?”

“Fred’s mom got called in, so she’s dropping Nate off on her way to work.”

Ethan sighed. “There goes the hour I planned to spend with my wife, who I barely get to spend enough time with these days.”

“I swear, you were never this busy when you were chief. I have no idea why my workload’s ten times bigger.”

“I do.” Ethan smiled with pride. “One usually does have a lot of work when they’re at the front lines of the battle for making free healthcare accessible for every single person in the country. My brilliant wife, though she could choose to leave most of the work to her very competent team, opts to take it all upon herself. So that’s probably the cause behind all the extra workload she complains about.”

She smirked and perched herself onto his lap. “Well your very brilliant wife also knows that you called my team very competent just to avoid hurting my feelings, and that you and I both know that they’ll be running around like headless chickens without me taking care of things.”

“I know, love. But you can still make them do a little more instead of working yourself to the bone while still making sure that you have at least one meal with the kids every day.”

She sighed. “Yeah, to make sure that they don’t forget what I look like.” She leaned in closer. “Besides, are we really going to spend our last few minutes of peace talking about work?”

Just as she uttered the words, the door burst open, and Nathan kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the couch as Alyssa slid down from Ethan’s lap. She shot him a look that very clearly meant What did I just say?

Ethan gave her an apologetic look and ruffled his son’s hair. “Hey buddy. How was your day at Fred’s? I know you wanted to spend more time with him.”

“I did, and we were just about to open his new LEGO set when Mrs. Watson told us that she had to run up to her office for some emergency meeting.”, he pouted. “But it was a nice day. We watched Thor: Ragnarok and Luca, and we would’ve watched another movie if his dad didn’t tell us that two movies were enough for a day.”

Alyssa shot him a mildly stern look. “Well he was right. You’re too young to have movie marathons just yet. Two are more than enough, unless you want to have a headache.”

“But mom, I’m not too young! I’m a big boy! I can swing along the monkey bars at the park faster than Natalie, and soon I’ll swing across buildings just like Spider-Man!”

“Well Spider-Man got bitten by a yucky spider before he swung across buildings. Do you want to be bitten by a gross and poisonous spider?”

“Mommy, not all spiders are gross and poisonous. Dad told me that when I was four and got scared of them at the zoo.”

She rolled her eyes. Leave it to her husband to convince her kids that insects were anything short of creepy and disgusting. In reality, they were, but as someone who ran a mile away at the sight of a butterfly, she wasn’t going to accept that.

“That’s right, Nate. Some of them are certainly very poisonous and dangerous, but that doesn’t mean that you should be scared of them. If you maintain your distance and admire them from afar, there should be no problem at all.”, he said with a pointed look at Alyssa, who just huffed in annoyance.

Nathan giggled, his brown eyes lighting up with amusement. He loved watching his parents playfully bicker. It was way better than seeing them- ugh, kiss.

“We were pretending to be superheroes and Fred used his full name for his pretend name cause it sounded cool, and it is. Fredrick Anthony Watson sounds like something from that show you and mom watch with the guys in the stuffy suits.”

“When did you see us watching the show with the guys in the stuffy suits?”, asked Ethan with a slight hint of concern. Whatever he and Alyssa watched on their free nights was definitely not kid-friendly.

“I don’t remember. Maybe a few months ago.”

Their year old puppy, Ivy, woke up from her nap and bounced into the living room to jump onto her favourite person. Nathan squealed with joy as the fluffy hair of the dog tickled his nose.

Ethan and Alyssa smiled at each other. Getting another dog after Jenner was a decision that took a lot of convincing, but their kids were responsible enough and it was impossible to say no after two years of constant pestering.

“Fred told me that he was named after his great-grandfather William, and that he was this really cool guy who saved a bunch of guys from getting mugged in a dark, dark alley.” He turned to look at his parents as Ivy snuggled into his lap. “Who was I named after mom?”

The question caught her off guard, and she glanced at Ethan for backup.

When they knew that they were having a boy, they immediately knew what to name him. They hadn't, however, anticipated Nathan Daniel Brooks-Ramsey to ask such a question this soon.

Seeing his wife at a loss for words, Ethan spoke up. “C’mere Nate.” He pulled him closer and pressed a kiss atop his head. “We once had a friend named Daniel. He worked at the hospital as a nurse, and he was close to your mom and Aunt Sienna when they were interns.”

Having found her voice, Alyssa joined in. “He was an amazing friend. He was the only nurse in the hospital who helped me out when things got messy, and cheered up Aunt Sienna when no one else could. He’d join us for picnics and movie nights, and you could always count on him if you needed something at the hospital.” She took a deep breath, and Ethan nodded. “Things were going well, but then in my second year, something really bad happened.”

“Oh no.”

“There was this bad guy, who wanted his revenge on another bad guy, and he was ready to risk his own life, and the lives of everyone around him to do so.”

“That’s horrible! Who would want to do something like that?”

Ethan smiled wistfully. “A lot of people in this world actually do. You’re a good person, so you know that it’s wrong. But some people aren’t, and they don’t care about other people getting hurt because of their actions. That night at the hospital, Danny tried to tell the bad guy that it was wrong, and to think things through. But he didn’t listen, and did something that hurt both himself, Danny, Uncle Raf, another friend of ours, and your mom.”

His little eyebrows creased with worry, Nathan asked, “What happened then?”

“He… he died. Along with our other friend, Bobby. Do you remember what we once told you about an autopsy?” Nathan nodded his head. “Well Danny asked for his body to be autopsied, and thanks to him, we were able to find out what was wrong with mom and Uncle Raf.”

He fell silent for a moment, remembering the horrors of the day, and how eternally grateful he was to Danny for being the reason he didn’t lose everything. He couldn’t imagine a life without the love of his life and his children, and he wouldn’t have either if not for the sacrifices that were made.

He looked up at Alyssa, and she squeezed his hand in support. “We’ll tell you more when you’re older, but to make it short, you’re named after a hero too. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have you, your sisters, or mom here with me.”

Nathan wriggled out of his dad’s arms, and set Ivy down so he could hug his mom as tightly as he could.

“Well… if you can hear me Mr. Daniel, I just wanna thank you. Thanks for saving my mom. I love her so much and I’m so thankful that I got to meet her because of what you did. I wish I could’ve met you, you sound like a really cool person, and I’m sure you were. So yeah, thanks. A lot.”

Alyssa’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears, and she held her son as she expressed her silent thanks along with Ethan.

What they had was precious.

Fifteen years had passed since they first met, and yet each day they fell in love a little more like they did when they held hands for the first time in the dim light of the NICU watching over little Ethan, or when she finally got to see the real him the first time she visited his place; the first time in years he let someone know a little of the worries residing deep in his heart.

With all the odds against them, it was a miracle that they survived, even more so that they managed to raise three perfect children who had more love to share than they could ever comprehend.

And they’d never forget all the reasons that made it possible for them to survive.

Ding!

The timer on the oven went off, and they got to their feet to get the chicken.

“Was he a good cook dad?”

“I… don’t really know, Nate. Your mom knew him better than I did.”

“Well there was this one time where he helped Aunt Sienna bake an amazing cake, so I guess he knew his way around the kitchen.”, Alyssa recollected fondly. It was for Jackie’s birthday, one of the few nights where the competition was completely forgotten about.

Nathan’s face melted into a glowing smile. “I love cake. So I guess I really would’ve loved him.”

She mirrored his radiant expression. “You definitely would’ve.”

“Why don’t you go play with Ivy while mom and I get the food ready? You can help us with the dessert later.”

“We’re having dessert?!”

Ethan grinned at his son’s excitement. “You bet we are.”

“Yay!” They watched as Nathan ran off to go play fetch with Ivy in their enormous backyard.

Ethan pulled Alyssa in for a sweet, lingering kiss as soon as he was out of sight.

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while now hmm?”

“Something like that.”, he murmured as they broke apart.

She could see the ever-increasing strands of silver in his brown hair, and the faint wrinkles along the sides of his forehead, but his clear blue eyes were just as loving and devoted as she remembered from over a decade ago.

“We have a pretty good life, don’t we?”

Ethan kissed her again. “No, we have the perfect life.”

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A/N 2: Aaaand I’m going MIA again. Honestly though, to everyone who’s read so far, thank you so much for sticking around. Means the world💙

P.S: I finally chose Chyler Leigh as my face claim!

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kat-katsuki · 3 years

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Love Letter | Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Synopsis: You wrote a love letter to your crush, Todoroki Shouto, but you debate on whether or not you should actually give it to him.

Word Count: 2.2k

Fluff

~~~~~~~Enjoy~~~~~~~

Dear Shou-kun,

Although we've known each other since first day of high school, we only became close friends for the past three months. I know three months is a little short for some people, but it was enough for me to figure out that I'm madly in love with you. At first, you were a little cold, a little distant and hard to approach, but after we became friends it became obvious to me that you were the kindest soul I've ever met.

I noticed how you always walk on the outside when we go out together, and how you would always keep me on your left side when I'm cold. You're a little dense to emotions, but you'd always do your best to make sure I'm okay. I'm really, REALLY grateful for that time you lent me your shoulder to cry on when my dog passed away, and how you stayed with me the whole night and held me until I fell asleep on you. You're also so patient with me, always helping me with homework, and tutoring me in my worst subjects.

I know you probably only think of me as a friend, like Midoriya and Ochaco-chan... Honestly I can't ask for more! I love being your friend, and I just love being with you! But recently these...romantic feelings of mine, has been getting so strong it's overwhelming. I really don't want to do something that might end up jeopardizing our friendship, but I really can't hold these feelings in anymore. I'm afraid that if I don't tell you now, I might accidentally overstep my boundaries, and I don't want that... If you choose to keep your distance with me after you read this, I completely understand. I just want you to know that I still want to be friends, because whether or not you return my feelings, I'm always going to be there when you need me.

Shou-kun, I like you. I love you. I just want to tell you that.

Yours truly,

(Y/N)

You squealed into your pillow to let out all the stress pent up inside as you wrote the cheesy, almost unbearable letter. Your trashcan was already overfilled by scrunched up sheets of paper, and you lost count of how many letters you have written. Your hands were sour and you just wanted to get this over with, but at the same time there was a small part of you that told you to proofread for the millionth time. "Nnngurhhhghg!" You groaned as you pounded into your pillow.

You sincerely hoped Ashido can't hear you from next door, because she would surely make a big deal out of it. Not that you didn't like Ashido or anything, but you knew she wasn't the best at keeping her mouth shut. "Ugh, fine," you muttered as you got up from your bed and stormed to your desk. You folded the letter neatly and slid it into your little pink envelope. You sealed the envelope with wax. Old fashioned, yes, but you were kind of into that. You had a collection of wax stamps and you post wax stamping videos on tiktok, since it was satisfying. Of course, nobody in the class except Todoroki actually knows about it.

Now here was the real question. When do you give it to him?

"Back to groaning?" You asked yourself in the small mirror you stuck on the wall. You nodded. "Back to groaning it is." You plopped on your bed and covered your face with the pillow and rolled around back and forth making weird muffled noises.

The next day, you carefully stuck the letter in your textbook before stuffing it into your backpack.

"Good morning (Y/N)," Todoroki greeted you during breakfast. The seat on his left was open for you. Your heart clenched at the sight of him. Seeing his soft smile first thing in the morning was enough to make your day.

"Good morning Shou-kun," you smiled at him as you sat down next to him. Today was the day. You're going to find some time to hand the letter to him. But when?

"Something wrong (Y/N)?" Todoroki asked.

"Huh? N-No, nothing's wrong. Why?" you chuckled at him.

"You looked like something is bothering you. Is it the math homework? Do you need help?"

Oh god you love this man. "No, it's nothing, really! Thanks for worrying about me Shou-kun!" you told him.

You walked to class with Todoroki, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida. Everything was normal, but your backpack, for some reason, seemed to weigh twice as much as usual. In class you kept flipping through your textbook to glance at the letter, as if making sure it's still there. You thought you were being discreet about it, but little did you know you had eyes on you from all over the class.

During break time your friends were engaged in a conversation, so you missed your chance to give him the letter. Lunch break was too chaotic. Then you had hero training... As time went on you became less and less sure of yourself. Should you really give the letter to him? What if he doesn't want to be your friend anymore? Should you give it to him discreetly? Or do you give it to him directly? Should you just stick it in his desk? No.... You can't seem to find the right time when no one's in the class. How about the shoe box? But there's always people walking around the halls too.....

"Is it just me or has (Y/N) been acting weird today?" asked Kaminari, who happened to sit next to you in class. "I kept seeing her flip through her English textbook throughout the whole day." You had gone to the restroom during break between your math and physics class in the afternoon.

"Oh yeahhh, I saw her roaming around the shoe box area today. She was acting very sus," said Sero.

"Oh yeah, I saw her walking around holding an envelope. Wonder when she'll mail that out," Kirishima added.

"Envelope?!" the girls exclaimed.

Mina's eyes started to sparkle. "It's a love letter! It's definitely a love letter!"

"W-Wait, you don't know that!" Jirou exclaimed.

"It has to be! I mean think about it, why else would she be walking around the shoe box area if she wasn't planning on putting the letter in someone's box?!" Hagakure beamed.

The whole class started to play detective, trying to guess who the mystery man is. Meanwhile Todoroki sat there feeling really weird. There was a strange churn in his stomach, and a tight clench in his heart. His brows furrowed tightly without himself even noticing. There was only one thing on his mind. Who is the love letter for?

Everyone got super quiet when you came back, acting natural as they all sat down in their seats waiting for physics to start. During the whole lecture, people darted their eyes at you, to confirm what Kaminari said about you and the English textbook. And you didn't disappoint. You had been flipping through that textbook every other minute, a very conflicted expression playing on your face.

Todoroki had no idea why he felt angry. No, that was an understatement. He was infuriated, but he didn't know why. It was your freedom to like whoever you liked, so why is he so angry about it?

When school was over, you still hadn't given the letter to him. At this point you were thinking about giving up. Doubts filled your thoughts and you were sure by now that this was a stupid idea. It'll ruin your friendship, and that's the last thing you want. You'll have to get rid of this letter before anyone notices it.

"(Y/N), you wanna go back to the dorm together?" Todoroki asked you. He felt guilty for keeping you to him, because he knew you still hadn't delivered the letter yet. However, there was a voice inside him that told him to do whatever it takes to stop you from delivering that letter.

"Ah! Okay!" You were quick to respond. If you weren't going to confess, all you can do is enjoy every moment with him. "Do you wanna do homework together?"

Todoroki eyed your backpack, which he knew the envelope was in. "Yeah."

While the two of you did your homework in his room, he kept eyeing your English textbook. You haven't touched it since you took it out of your backpack. You seemed to be avoiding English homework, focusing on your worse subjects such as math and physics. The longer he stared at the textbook, the tighter his chest felt. "Who is it?" He blurted out.

"What?" Your head shot up from your homework, confused eyes meeting his heterochromatic orbs.

"The lucky guy. Who is it?" he asked. "The one you wrote the letter for."

Your face immediately heated up a thousand degrees. Your mouth hung open but words trafficked at the tip of your tongue. "H-How did you- I-I thought-"

"Sorry.... Kirishima was the one who noticed your letter.... I was just wondering..." Todoroki rubbed the back of his neck. He hated the way you blushed at the mentioning of the letter. "Whoever that guy is, he must be really amazing."

"I-I...uh-.....well.....um....y-yeah....he is....." You had no idea what you were doing. Words came out all jumbled, and you didn't know what to say to him.

Todoroki's fist clenched under the table. "Who is it?"

"W-Why do you want to know?" you asked.

"I just-" That's right. It's none of his business. "Never mind. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's you," You blurted. You took in the sight of him widening his eyes at you. It was too late to regret, so you just continued. "The letter is addressed to you...." You took out the letter from your English textbook. You slid the letter towards him and packed up your bags. "I'll....go back to my room. Feel free to take as long as you need with your reply." You burst out of his room and dashed across the floor to your dorm.

You did it. You gave it to him. You slammed the dorm room door closed behind you before sliding down against it. You held your head in both hands, groaning to yourself. Oh no.... Why?!?!! Why did I give it to him??!!!! GAHHHH! You were ready to jump off this building. Goodbye world, you've had a good life.

You were absolutely conflicted between excited and devastated. There was a small part of you that had the tiniest bit of hope that Todoroki returned your feelings, but the realistic part of you knew that your friendship was over. You laid on your bed, hugging your little panda plushy that he gave you for your birthday. You buried your face into the plushy and let it swallow your groans and whines.

Todoroki was left in a blushing mess after reading your letter. The person you like is him. You said you love him. He clutched his chest to feel the rapid beating of his heart. It was beating so hard that he could feel his pulse echoing in his ears. What is this feeling? He was unbelievably happy. Suddenly a voice spoke in his head. I like her. It was his voice. I like her so much.

A long time had passed since you went back to your room. You knew you told him to take as long as he need, but you didn't realize that each second felt agonizingly long as you anticipated how he was going to reject you.

You were about to fall asleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. You half hoped it wasn't Todoroki, because you weren't ready for a rejection just yet. Taking in a deep breath, you opened the door to meet a familiar pair of heterochromatic orbs, the ones you loved so much. "Shou-kun..."

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Of course." You made way for him to step inside, then you closed the door. He held the envelope in his hand.

"I read your letter," he told you. Your eyes were still a little bit blurry from closing them for so long, but you thought you vaguely saw a hint of redness on his cheeks.

"O-Oh..." You rubbed the back of your neck. "It was cheesy, wasn't it?"

"N-no...it was sweet," he replied, making the blush on your face deepen.

"I-I see..." You looked down. There was an awkward silence between the two of you. You just fidgeted as you waited for him to collect his words. Surely he must have felt guilty for rejecting a friend, so you gave him time.

"I like you too..."

What?

You looked up, eyes wide and awake. The redness on his cheek had become quite obvious. "Pardon?"

"I like you too.... A lot. I-...I was wondering if you um...." He held the envelope up, eyes darting back and forth between you and the door. "If you want to be my girlfriend...."

Holy shit.....

You slapped yourself in the face.

"(Y/N)?!?!?!?!" Todoroki exclaimed, completely horrified.

"It hurts..." you muttered at the stinging sensation on your left cheek.

"Well of course it does! It's turning red! Why did you slap yourself so hard?" Todoroki exclaimed as he quickly placed his right hand over your cheek. The cool temperature on his hand was really soothing to the pain on your face.

You chuckled, "I wanted to make sure I was actually awake!"

"Don't do that again," he said softly, brows furrowed as he gazed at you. "Promise me."

"I won't do it again Shou-kun, I promise!" You placed a hand over his right hand, tilting your head a little to rest your face in his hand. "I'm so happy this isn't a dream."

"(Y/N)..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes please." You tip toed to meet his lips. You were intrigued by how half of his lip felt hot, and the other felt almost chilly. Maybe it was because he was using his quirk to cool your face. "I love you Shou-kun. I want to be your girlfriend."

"I love you too (Y/N). I want to be your boyfriend."

A/N: You know how some people spell Shouto with a ‘u’ and some people spell it Shoto, well I tend to go back and forth with it depending on my mood LOL. Idk why. Anyways! Please like if you enjoyed, and reblogs are appreciated!!! If you like my BNHA content, be sure to check out my AO3 which I post my main Bakugou x OC fanfic.

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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The Right Chemistry | Chaeyoung

Genre: fluff!!

Wordcount: 2,025

Request: can you make a chaeyoungxfem!reader scenario where she tutors her fem!crush and she’s too shy to talk to you so s/o asks her out instead because she knew chaeyoung was too shy to do it

A/N: Omg anon, I’m so sorry it took so long!

Chaeyoung nervously tapped her foot on the floor, while organizing her utensils on the table one last time, although they were already laying neatly in front of her. But the nervousness was killing her. In probably around five minutes, you would be entering the library. Walking purposely up to her and talking to her for the first time. In her mind, she had talked to you already a thousand times. But in real life you were a pure angel and she just a lousy nerd that had a crush on you.

You were going to the same school for almost seven years now, but Chaeyoung doubted that you had ever noticed her. She was bad with other people. Therefore, she had always focused on her studies instead. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t notice you. Because she had. You were such a nice and sweet person, you had basically swept her off her feet, the first time she had seen you. She remembered it like it had just been yesterday.

Back then, Chaeyoung had let her books fall and as cruel as kids were, no one helped her picking them up except for you. You crouched down, softly smiling at her while handing you the books. As if she hadn’t already made the biggest fool out of herself already, Chaeyoung just kept staring at you with her mouth open until there were no more books left and you stood up again, ripping her out of her trance. As fast as you had appeared in front of her, you had also disappeared, without her being able to say a word.

“T-thank you.”

She had stuttered, but you were long gone already.

Since then she had waited to talk to you and today was finally the day. Although you were nearly perfect, you struggled with chemistry and so Chaeyoung was assigned to be your tutor. When she was first informed about that, Chaeyoung’s feelings rode a rollercoaster. At first, she was happy to be able to talk to you, but then she was shocked because it meant that you had to see each other in person and then she realized in devastation that she had to actually talk with you.

The latter feeling unfortunately stayed and so she found herself nervously wiggling about on her chair while biting her lip, waiting for you to show up to your lesson.

On the stroke, you entered the library and Chaeyoung felt like it was a scene out of a movie. Everything faded into the background and Chaeoyung could only see you. You were moving like in slowmo and you were glowing. Your beauty still knocked the air out of Chaeyoung’s lungs like it already did years ago.

When you saw her, a wide smile appeared on your lips and you happily walked over to her.

“Chaeyoung! You’re assigned to be my tutor, right?”

You started the conversation, but all Chaeyoung could do was to nod in response.

“Oh my god, you can’t even imagine how grateful I am for this. And I want to apologize in advance, I am a real slouch in matters of chemistry.”

As you were babbling along, Chaeyoung was cursing herself internally, trying to kickstart her brain, so she could have any other facial expression than just a dumb stare.

“So do you already know what you want to do?”

You disrupted her train of thoughts and Chaeyoung shook her head.

“Um... Is there anything you need urgent assistance with?”

Chaeyoung internally facepalmed herself, for sounding like an uptight robot, but she was also proud for being able to form a logical question.

“Honestly, I think we should start with the basics.”

You chuckled and Chaeyoung just nodded again, opening your book and being glad for the distraction.

While you were working on an exercise that she had given you, Chaeyoung stole glances at you from the side. She had hoped that she would be less mesmerized by you if she observed you from up close. But she had been wrong. No matter in which light or from which angle, you were always perfect. Chaeyoung huffed in frustration, making you snap your eyes up to look at her with puppy dog eyes.

“Is it wrong?”

You said insecurely and Chaeyoung cursed herself internally again.

“No! You’re good! I was just thinking about...um... how hungry I am. That’s all.”

Chaeyoung tried to safe herself with a lie and you sighted relieved.

“Oh good. Do you want to grab something to eat after our lesson or do you still have classes?”

You asked her with a smile playing on your lips, and Chaeyoung choked on her own spit, making her cough uncontrollably. You tried to help her by patting her back, but actually made everything even worse, because your touch made Chaeyoung even more nervous. After a while she could recover herself, but she was red like a tomato and would have loved a hole to open right underneath her. She couldn’t believe that she managed to slip from one embarrassing situation into the next.

You looked at her expectantly and Chaeyoung remembered that she owed you an answer.

“Uh... sure.”

She said shyly, looking to the table, not noticing that you were looking at her with a bright grin plastered in your face.

It needed you every bit of self-control in your body not to leap to your feet right now and dance a jig. You were not blind. You could see that Chaeyoung had a crush on you. But what she didn’t know was that you couldn’t get her out of your mind either since you had met the first time all those years ago. And since then you waited for her to finally ask you out. But she didn’t. You had wanted to give her the time to move in her own pace, but now you decided that you had given her enough time. Now it was finally time to take the next step.

After your lesson had ended, you packed your stuff in lightning speed before happily skipping next to Chaeyoung on your way to the cute café nearby. Chaeyoung on the other hand was nervously playing with the sleeves of her shirt and only took quick glances at you from the side that you pretended not to see, so you didn’t make her even more nervous.

At the café, you both ordered a sandwich before sitting down at a table near the windows. Chaeyoung looked incredibly cute in the natural light that was shining on her and made her look like she was glowing. You plucked up all your courage and decided to break the silence.

“So... what music are you into lately?”

You asked the first question that came into your mind and Chaeyoung seemed to appreciate that you tried to diminish the awkwardness between the two of you.

“Oh I listen to almost everything, but I’m more into rap lately.”

She answered a little less nervous and you also imagined seeing a smile tugging on her lips.

“I like rap too!”

You stated excitedly, starting a conversation about your favorite artists and learning that you were actually into the same kind of artists.

The mood had brightened up a bit and after you had both received your food, Chaeyoung was also a lot less tense. She was munching away on her sandwich happily, so you decided that now was a good time to slowly inform her about your feelings.

“Are you into someone lately?”

You asked nonchalantly but Chaeyoung almost choked on her sandwich, looking at you in surprise.

“W-Why are you asking?”

She stuttered nervously and you had to bite back your laugh.

“Oh I just have my eye on someone for a while now and I could use someone’s advice.”

Chaeyoung’s face fell and she looked at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“Oh...”

Was the only thing that left her mouth before she could gain back her composure.

“Well you can ask me for advice.”

She mumbled while picking at her food.

“Great! So I’ve liked this person for a really long time now. But they are very shy, so I wanted to give them the time that they need to figure things out and gain their courage. But they actually never did. So now I want to make the first step. But I don’t know how to.”

You explained and Chaeyoung stared ahead with a small pout on her lips. When she realized that you were finished, she quickly freed herself from her brooding and tried to seem interested.

“Um... Maybe you should just bluntly tell them. Maybe they are so shy that they would be glad when you made the first step.”

Chaeyoung answered while scratching her neck.

“Hm ok, so like this: I really like you and I wanted to take you out on a date for ages. What do you say?”

Chaeyoung huffed in frustration.

“Yeah that sound perfect.”

She answered groggily and you giggled silently.

“Great. Chae, I really like you and I wanted to take you out on a date for ages. What do you say?”

You repeated your words, looking at Chaeyoung expectantly, but she looked out of the window absentmindedly.

“It’s fine, Y/N. You can ask them like that.”

She almost sounded annoyed now and you would probably be offended by her tone, if you didn’t know the reason for her annoyance.

“I just did. She has to answer now.”

You said with a smile and Chaeyoung looked into your eyes in confusion. You could see that she wanted to ask what you meant until it finally clicked.

“You have already asked her?”

She almost squealed in shock, wanting to make sure that she had understood you correctly.

“Hm.”

You hummed in response, reaching over the table to take her hand.

“I’m serious, Chaeyoung. You have caught my eye, the first time that I saw you. And I really cannot wait any longer. I want to get to know you better and hopefully eventually call you my girlfriend.”

You said with a blush starting to spread on your cheeks, but luckily Chaeyoung was mirroring your look.

“So do you want to go on a date with me?”

Nervousness washed over you and you could hear your own heart slamming against your ribcage loudly.

“I would love nothing more.”

Chaeyoung finally answered with a bright smile and an even brighter blush spreading simultaneously on her face.

You sighted in relief, making Chaeyoung laugh and squeeze your hand lightly.

“I can’t believe it took us so many years.”

She chuckled while shaking her head and you buried your head into your arm on the table.

“I know!”

You almost yelled exaggeratedly and Chaeyoung had to laugh even more before she finally went silent.

“Wait, but you do actually need tutoring lessons, right? Or was that just a way to ask me out?”

She thought out loud while furrowing her brow and you vigorously shook your head.

“No, I actually am in desperate need of a tutor.”

You answered completely seriously, knowing that you had to pull up your grade if you wanted to have a future in a good college.

“Well I am glad to hear that.”

Chaeyoung stated while smiling before she overthought her sentence.

“I mean, I am not glad that you’re bad at chemistry. But I am glad that we’ll see each other a lot from now on.”

She corrected herself with wide eyes and you nodded your head to calm her down.

“I know. I’m glad that we’ll see each other a lot now, too.”

You both started blushing again, especially because it wasn’t until now that both of you realized that you had held hands this whole time. Seeing Chaeyoung’s shy gaze, you wanted to pull away your hand, but she immediately stopped your movement, interlacing your fingers instead and looking at you with a cheeky smile.

“So... Study date next week, same time and place, and I’ll take you out on a real date afterwards?”

Chaeyoung asked you with sparkling eyes and you quickly nodded your head.

“It’s a date.”

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superspoonie24 · 3 years

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Mine

Kara gets infected with red kryptonite. She won’t stop till the world is hers.

This is actually a decent length fic at 3620 words. I am really proud of it. Hope you enjoy! (also there is some unwanted contact and kinda noncon? nothing happens but i want y’all to be warned and stay safe.) 💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27034954

"Supergirl, there's a road collapse over on the west side. Can you stop it?" Alex asked over the com.

"I'm on my way" Kara replied. She changed into her costume and flew out the window of her apartment.

Minutes later, Kara arrived at the scene of the crash. One of the support columns was crumbling and the road started to dip. She rushed over and one by one carried everyone off the falling road and onto the street, far away. Once everyone was safe she flew to the crumbling column and did what she could to hold it up. The fire department and emergency services showed up and provided back up. They worked together to keep the road from falling, but Kara couldn't shake the feeling that she did most of the work.

The media hounded Kara when she landed, asking question after question about her heroics.

"Why did you save the people first?" "What made you think to hold up the road?" "How did you know there'd be enough time to save everyone?" "Are you grateful the fire department came to help in the end?"

"I saved the people because that's what I do. I knew there was enough time because I'm Supergirl. I did what I had to to keep the road from falling while the fireboys took their sweet time getting here. I think they should be grateful to me."

Kara then flew off without another word and went immediately to bed.

***

The next morning she woke up to a slew of texts from Winn, Lena, James, and Alex. She ignored them all and got on with her day.

'They're just pissy cause I wasn't 'nice' last night.' Kara thought to herself as she picked out her clothes for the day. 'Doesn't matter. I saved the day and that's all that counts. Now to get to work and see what slack I have to pick up.'

Kara flew out the window and landed in an alley behind Noonan's. She got a single black coffee for herself and nothing else. She groaned when Winn caught up with her in the elevator.

"Hey! I called out for you, why didn't you wait?" Winn panted.

"Oh, didn't notice." Kara shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.

"Oh." Winn looked Kara up and down and took in the new attire. "You look, different."

"And that matters how?" Kara quipped. 'God he's annoying today. Could this elevator be any slower?' She thought to herself.

"It's, nevermind." Winn dropped his comment and eyed her coffee. "Can I have a sip? I overslept and didn't have time for some this morning."

"Whatever." Kara casually handed the cup over to Winn.

"UGH!" Winn nearly spit out the drink. "Since when did you start ordering black?"

"Since today."

"Kara." Winn looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you feeling alright? You didn't answer anyone's texts last night, and now you're drinking black coffee-"

Kara cut him off with a short "I'm fine." Then the elevator doors opened. 'Finally. Now I can try and get some work done.' Kara walked off without saying another word to Winn. Winn immediately texted Alex his suspicions.

***

The day passed and everyone in the office was quickly made aware of Kara's new attitude. She didn't hold her tongue and if someone messed up, Rao help them.

'Maybe Winn has a point,' Kara thought after the newest intern ran away from her holding back tears. 'You haven't been yourself. You should talk to Alex.' Kara reached for her phone when a different, but familiar voice, chimed in. 'She's right. You've been better than yourself. You don't have anything holding you back anymore. Nothing is stopping you from achieving all you ever wanted.'

Kara slid her phone back into her pocket and started packing up for the day. She was on her way out the door when Lena showed up for an unexpected visit.

"Kara! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" Lena asked as she opened her arms for one of Kara's trademark hugs.

"Oh, Lena! What a surprise!" Kara smiled through her annoyance and squeezed Lena a bit too tight. "I've never been better."

Lena let out a groan and replied "that's good." She took a step back and looked closely at Kara's face. "Say, you want to get dinner with me tonight?"

'I bet Winn and Alex put her up to this. Guess I'll go through with it just to get them off my back.'

"Sure! That sounds lovely."

"Great. Let's do my place, 8 o'clock."

"It's a date."

The two women parted ways, but Kara swore she heard Lena get on the phone with Alex before stepping into the elevator.

***

'She's tricking you,' the familiar voice sneered. 'She's going to ambush you and keep you from being the best.'

Kara shook her head while picking out clothes for her date. 'That's insane' she thought to herself. 'Lena cares about me. She'd never do something like that.'

'Don't be a fool. She's a Luthor afterall, you know what they're capable of.'

'That's ridiculous' Kara mumbled. 'Lena isn't like them. Right?'

Kara dwelled on that idea all the way over to Lena's. She went straight up to Lena's penthouse and was greeted at the door.

"Kara! Right on time." Lena smiled and welcomed Kara in.

"You did say 8" Kara snipped as she entered the spacious apartment. 'Why are you snapping? She didn't do anything' Kara thought to herself.

Lena didn't say anything about the comment and sat down on the couch. "Come, sit."

'What am I your dog?' Popped into her head, but Kara ignored it and nodded.

The two women enjoyed their 5 course meal. Throughout the night, Kara noticed her attention drifting away from Lena's words and towards her, other assets.

"Kara, have you been listening to a word I said?" Lena asked politely.

"Huh? Of course. Why?" Kara questioned, her eyes still not on Lena's.

"Cause you've been staring at my breasts ever since we sat down."

"Well you have to admit they are beautiful to look at." Kara smirked and slid closer to Lena. "Say. Have you ever looked at a woman like that?"

Lena's face flushed. "W-what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb Lena. Have you ever looked at a woman the same way you looked at Jack?" Kara scooted even closer, pushing Lena into the side of the couch.

"Well, I, uhm" Lena stuttered. Her face quickly turned red.

"Be honest. Have you ever looked at me like that?" Kara's smile was almost predatory.

"I, uh. This isn't like you Kara." Lena tried to get up but Kara grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

"But what if it is?" Kara slid her hand onto Lena's thigh, her smile sick as she watched Lena shudder.

"Kara" Lena whimpered.

Kara dug her fingernails into Lena's pale white flesh. "Yes?" She answered, delighted by her squeal.

"Stop" Lena gasped out. She tried to brush Kara's hand off her, but the kryptonian's grip just tightened.

Kara licked her lips and leaned in close. "What if I don't want to?" Kara could her Lena's heartbeat increase.

"Kara. You're hurting me," Lena spoke as she stood up, pushing Kara off her. "I think you should go."

Kara stood up, offended. "Fine. But you'll be back. I know it."

Kara stormed off down the hall, but she swore she could hear Lena crying before picking up the phone.

***

'What the here Kara?' She asked herself on her flight home. 'Why did you do that? Why would you hurt Lena?' Tears welled up inside her as she struggled to find an answer.

'I- I dont know. I didn't want to hurt her. I'm supposed to protect her,' she replied.

'But you liked it, right?' The familiar voice chimed in. 'You liked the power, the control. You liked Lena being yours. You want her, you know you do.'

'But not like that!' Kara screamed internally. 'Never like that. I need to call Alex. Something is wrong.'

'Or is it?' The voice questioned. 'Tonight you got closer to Lena than you ever have before. Next time she'll be yours. Imagine kissing her plump red lips. Fondling her gorgeous round breasts. You want this. Listen to me, and I swear she'll be yours.'

'Mine?' Kara mumbled to herself.

She landed on her balcony and changed into her pajamas. She laid down in her bed and dreamt about what it would be like to have Lena as hers, to have the world be hers.

***

Kara woke up again to ten missed calls, all from Alex; she swiped them all away.

'I'm not gonna let her ruin my Saturday. Let's see what pathetic humans need my help today.'

Kara changed into her suit and took off into the sky. She surveyed the city below and listened for the first pathetic cry for help.

'Gotcha.'

Kara sped off to help a kid who's cat got stuck in a tree. The girl smiled wide as Supergirl came down to help, but Kara ignored it. She floated up and got the cat. She wanted to go to the next worthless human calling her, but the girl tugged on her cape and demanded her attention.

"Thank you Supergirl!" She chimed, her smile bright.

"Yea yea whatever. Don't let your cat outside next time." Kara waved her hand and flew off. 'What a brat.'

Kara's whole day was filled with helping humans who couldn't bother to help themselves. Emergency after emergency Kara flew down and saved the day.

'How did they ever survive without me?' Kara thought as she flew into the mid-afternoon sky. 'They're useless! Every single one of them. They need someone to take charge, someone who already saves their sorry asses on a daily basis.'

Kara flew home and dug through her closet. She pulled out a familiar black jumpsuit with a red House of El symbol on the top left.

'Ah, a suit fit for a god.' Kara changed into it and relished the feeling of power it gave her. 'Now I can truly own this city.'

***

Night fell over National City, and Kara never felt better. She flew up above the city and looked down upon it.

'Pathetic,' she thought to herself. 'When I'm done with it, this pathetic excuse for a city will be a shining star; a house on top of a hill; an example of what's to come with me as their savior. But first, I need my queen.'

Kara sped off to L Corp. She landed on Lena's balcony and burst through the glass sliding doors. The lights were out, but Kara could hear shuffling from behind a door.

"Lena," Kara sang. "Come out come out wherever you are." Kara stepped closer to the sounds of nervous feet. "Come on baby. I know you're in there." Kara stood in front of the door. "You're not still upset about last night, are you?" Kara asked, her tone undermining the severity of the situation. "I know you-UMPF"

The door blasted open and blew Kara against a wall. She shook her head and pushed off the broken door laying on top of her. Kara stood up and her vision turned red when she recognized who was standing across from her.

"You" Kara snarled. "Where is Lena? Where did you hide her?" Kara's voice was almost a growl, deep and predatorial.

"Somewhere you can't hurt her ever again," Alex spit out as she tightened her grip on her gun.

"She's mine." Kara zapped a lamp next to Alex's head. Bright sparks flew out and Alex jumped away from the blast.

"She doesn't belong to you. She doesn't belong to anybody!" Alex shouted. Her hand twitched slightly as her finger slid closer to the trigger.

"You're going to pay for this."

Kara zoomed over and wrapped her hand around Alex's throat, pinning her to the wall.

"Kara. Let me, help, you..." Alex coughed out.

"Help me?" Kara laughed. "Oh dear sister, I think it's you who is in need of help." Kara lifted Alex off the ground.

"Where, is she?" Kara punctuated her last word by squeezing Alex's neck. Alex didn't respond; she kicked her feet, desperately trying to get purchase and relieve the pressure on her throat.

"Fine." Kara tightened her grip even more and leaned in to Alex's ear. "I'll find her myself," Kara whispered. She pulled back and revelled in the look of fear and terror Alex was giving her.

"Pathetic."

Kara tossed Alex through the glass and over the balcony. Alex's screams echoed throughout the city. 'Oops,' Kara thought as she focused on finding her prey.

Kara listened in for Lena's heartbeat, and was able to locate her on the roof, alone. Kara made her to the stairwell and floated up to the roof entrance. She opened the door and stalked over to her target.

"Isn't it beautiful," Kara asked, standing about 5 feet behind Lena. "This whole city, the whole worthless planet could be ours." She placed a hand on Lena's shoulder, gripping it tighter than necessary. Lena shrank under her iron grip and stepped away.

"Kara, this isn't you," Lena pleaded. "Please. Let Alex help y-"

"Oh, she won't be helping anyone," Kara interjected.

"Wh- why? What happened?" Lena's eyes got big.

"I threw her out the window and over your balcony. I heard her pitiful screams on the way down, and then they stopped." Kara's smile was sick.

"Why did you do that?"

"Cause she tried to keep you from me," Kara pouted. "Anyone who does that deserves to be punished." Kara put her hands back on Lena's shoulders, holding her in place. "That'll be our first rule once we take reign."

"Wh- what?" Lena shook her head. She stared at Kara. It looked like she was trying to read Kara's face.

"When we take over the planet babe." Kara smiled and pulled Lena into her side. "Imagine it," Kara said as she gestured to the stars with her left hand. "This planet needs a hero, a ruler, and I'm just the god to do it."

"What?" Lena gasped. "You never talk about being a God. I thought Rao was your god!" Lena tried to step back but Kara tightened her grip.

"Let go of me Kara!" Lena shouted as she struggled more. "What makes you think I would ever be with you!?"

"Oh Lena." Kara shook her head and rolled her eyes. "What on Earth gave you the impression I cared about what you think?" Kara squeezed Lena's shoulder and delighted in her wail of pain. "Don't be mad at me dear. You brought this on yourself."

Kara looked down into Lena's tear-filled eyes. "Please. Stop this. Y-you're hurting me Kara."

"No." Kara leaned down to whisper in Lena's ear. "You're mine," she snarled. "And nothing is ever going to stop me."

Kara dipped her head and pressed herself into Lena's lips. Her hands roamed Lena's warm and flush body as her tongue dived deep into its treasure. Kara relished the feeling of Lena beneath her, of being in her. She bit Lena's lip and smiled at the tiny yelp of pain as blood dripped onto her tongue. Tears fell onto Kara's cheeks, but they weren't her own.

"Not on my watch!"

Kara begrudgingly let go of Lena to turn around and find the source of the intrusion.

'How is she not dead yet,' Kara thought to herself.

She ready herself for a fight, but before she knew what was happening, she was on her back with Lena kneeling over her. Kara's body shook violently, and Kara could see red dust exiting her pores.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Kara mumbled, not sure if Lena could hear it or not.

Kara caught a glimpse of Alex and J'onn emerging from the red dust before her vision went black and her eyes closed.

***

"...kara..."

"Kara..."

"Kara."

"Kara!"

"Huh?" Kara mumbled as she forced her tired eyes open. "Alex? I thought you were- I thought I-" Kara's tears cut off her own sentence as the events of the past couple days caught up to her.

"Oh Rao. I'm so sorry. It happened again. I felt it happening but I couldn't do anything about it. I'm so sorry Alex. I- I tried to kill you!"

Kara's eyes were wide with pain and fear. Alex took her hand and Kara calmed down a bit.

"It's okay. Hey, look at me," Alex spoke. "I'm okay. J'onn caught me on the way down. I'm okay. We're all okay." Tears filled Alex's eyes.

"Oh Rao, Lena!" Kara shouted and tried to get up. Alex had to force her back into bed.

"She's fine. You can see her after we run some tests. Okay?" Alex asked gently and patted Kara's leg.

"O-okay," Kara sniffled.

There was a long silence between the two sisters. Kara took a deep breath and broke it.

"It was red kryptonite, wasn't it?" Kara asked meekly.

"Yes."

Kara's body sagged into the bed.

"Did I kill anyone?"

"No."

Another long silence dragged on between the two sisters.

"Well," Alex started as she spun around in her lab chair. "It looks like all the red K has left your system. You're good as new," Alex finished and pat Kara's leg.

"You're sure?" Kara asked timidly.

"100%"

Kara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Thank you, Alex. For everything." Kara smiled weakly and looked into her sister's eyes. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled and hurt you. I'm sorry I threw you off a building. I could've killed you. Hell, I thought I did kill you!" Kara exclaimed.

"But you didn't. I'm okay. We're all okay," Alex reassured.

"But it's not okay. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't stop it."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked and scooted to the head of the sunbed.

"It's like there were two voices in my head, besides my own. Like how in old cartoons you'd have a devil and an angel on your shoulder." Alex nodded and Kara continued.

"Well, I could hear the angel telling me that I was hurting people. That what I was doing was... Bad. I would beat myself up over it. I hurt so many people. I hurt Lena."

Kara began to cry but Alex squeezed her hand genty.

"Hey, it's okay. Why don't you tell me about the other voice, the devil one," Alex gently prodded and redirected.

"Right. Thank you." Kara wiped her tears before continuing. "It was familiar. I couldn't place it at the time, but it's the same voice I heard the first time I was hit with red kryptonite. It whispered in my ear all these mean, horrible things. It made me order black coffee! I thought that humans were pathetic. I ignored your calls and I-"

Kara stopped as a wave of pain crashed into her.

"Kara. It's okay. I'm here. You can tell me." Alex rubbed Kara's hand and waited patiently for her to continue.

"I came onto Lena. I hurt her. She told me to stop and I didn't. The voice told me I could have the world, that I could have Lena if I listened to it. I wanted her so bad, but now I've ruined it forever. I kissed her and bit her and crushed her and I hurt her. She'll never forgive me Alex! I love her and now I've lost her forever."

Kara broke down crying and all Alex could do was rub her back and help her through it.

Minutes passed, and the sobs faded to tears.

"Feel better?" Alex asked, still rubbing Kara's back.

"No" Kara muffled into her knees.

"What about if I asked?"

Kara's head looked up, at first she didn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, but the person didn't disappear.

"Lena!" Kara shouted as she tried to run towards her.

"Whoa there Kara. Settle down." Alex pulled Kara back onto the bed.

"Lena, I'm so sorry. I wasn't myself. Rao that sounds so stupid. But it's true. See a few years ago Max was trying to recreate kryptonite and well it didn't turn out right. It was red and it made me all angry and well it didn't make me angry but I couldn't control my-"

"Kara!" Lena shouted. "Please. Stop. It's okay. I know all about what happened."

"You do?" Kara looked up with a sad pair of puppy dog eyes.

"Yes. Alex told me. After our, disagreement Friday night I called Alex and confirmed her and Winn's suspicions. We made a plan for Saturday to help you."

"You, you knew this was happening? And you still wanted to help?" Kara sniffled.

"Of course Kara," Lena responded. She pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, holding Kara's other hand.

"We even got J'onn to help out in case anyone went over the railing," Alex chimed in. "Which, I have to say I'm grateful for. I do not recommend a twenty story freefall."

A laugh burst out of the three girls and Kara's nerves began to settle.

"Thank you Lena. For everything. And you too Alex." Kara smiled wide and looked into the eyes of the people she loved.

"Anything for my little sis," Alex replied. "Well, almost anything. Still not too fond of freefalling twenty stories."

Kara lightly punched her shoulder and Alex smirked at her sister. Kara turned to face Lena. She stared deep into her olive green eyes, getting lost in the depth of emotion held within them.

"Thank you for saving me Lena," Kara spoke softly. "Today, you were my hero." Kara felt her heart flutter and butterflies rise in her stomach.

"Anything for you, Kara."

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pilyarquitect · 4 years

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Getafix’s mistake - Chapter 2 - Totorum camp

Hello everyone! Here I bring you the second chapter of this Asterix fic, I truly hope you’ll all like it, also, I wanted to make a little fanart, but I haven’t time to finish it, I’ll try to finish it as soon as possible and share it with all of you. 😊

Well, I’d like to give a special thanks to @drummergirl231-2 for helping me editing this story. I’m really, really, really grateful to her, she’s awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the first chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

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"By Jupiter, this is… unexpected." said the first legionary who had spoken before as he cautiously approached the body lying unconscious on the grass.

"I would say that more than unexpected it is… yeah, okay, the word is unexpected." said another of the six legionaries.

"What do we do?" another member asked.

"I don't know. This is new. Something like this has never happened to us before," another reasoned.

"Maybe this is some kind of trap and the fat Gaul is around here." suggested another.

"Don't be stupid! By Mars! Don't you think if the chubby Gaul were here, we would have already noticed?” The one who appeared to be the patrol leader spoke again.

"Right, we would have noticed," said another.

"Also, do you really think this Gaul would do anything to leave himself in this state of his own free will?" The leader spoke again.

"No, he wouldn’t. You’re absolutely right, Cleverus."

"So… what do we do with him?" asked another legionary, pointing to Asterix.

Cleverus seemed to consider it for a few moments. The fact that one of the most feared Gauls was there at their feet unconscious and with the appearance of a child, it almost seemed a a blessing from the gods, but taking him with them was also a great risk. If the other Gauls discovered it, they would certainly retaliate, and it was well known that Asterix was one of the most popular Gauls in the village. Surely it wouldn't be long before they noticed his absence. But, on the other hand, the fact he now had the appearance of a child made him practically unrecognizable. And furthermore, Cleverous doubted the Gauls would believe them if they were to explain it to them, supposing they got the opportunity to explain themselves.

"Tie him up and we’ll take him to Totorum camp." he finally decided.

The other legionaries carried out the orders and immediately tied Asterix. Given his current size, it only took one of the legionaries to carry him. Actually, with his actual adult size, a single man could carry him too, but that wasn’t relevant at that time. The legionary who picked up little Asterix couldn’t help thinking that, despite being one of his enemies, as a child, he was pretty cute.

They also collected the helmet, the belt, the canteen and all the other Gaul’s belongings to avoid leaving traces of what had happened in that space in the forest.

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Obelix paced with Dogmatix – his beloved pet – from one side to the other of the entrance to Asterix's cabin. His best friend hadn’t yet returned from the forest. He knew well Asterix was intelligent and could manage on his own. Obelix was aware of this, but that didn’t stop him from being worried for his friend. He wished he were already in the village.

To be honest, it was strange that he hadn’t returned yet; all the other times Obelix had had to distribute menhirs and couldn’t accompany Asterix to the forest, the shorter Gaul, by this time, had already gotten the boars ready for them to eat. No, Asterix not being at home wasn’t normal.

As he walked, Vitalstatistix approached with his bearers and when he saw the menhir dealer’s face, he stopped his men and spoke to the great Gaul:

"Obelix, is something wrong?"

"Huh? Not at all, chief. It's just that Asterix hasn’t yet returned from the forest.”

"Oh, that’s weird, by Tutatis… but surely it is nothing important, Obelix. You’ll see Asterix return soon."

"Yes, chief," Obélix replied, lowering his head. Although he wanted to believe what Vitalstatistix was saying to him, it was difficult. Asterix had never, ever, been so late just after hunting some wild boars… especially knowing that his friend liked them so much.

"By Belenos, Asterix… I hope you are well." Obelix thought.

Fulliautomatix passed by at that moment, and seeing Obelix, also stopped somewhat intrigued to ask the reason for his state. In response, the menhir dealer replied with the same thing he had said to Vitalstatistix.

The blacksmith didn’t know exactly what to answer. It was certainly unusual that Asterix hadn’t returned yet, but he also didn’t want the great Gaul to worry more than necessary. After all, he and Asterix had always been inseparable, and any thoughts that something could happen to the blond warrior could completely destroy Obelix.

Forcing a smile, Fulliatomatix said to his friend:

"I don't think you have to worry about him, Obelix. Asterix is surely enjoying the pure air of the forest for a while rather than putting up with the contaminated air from the rotten fish of Unhygienix.”

"What did you just say about my fish?" asked an angry Unhygienix who was just passing by right then.

Fulliautomatix was surprised to hear the voice of the fishmonger, but on the other hand he was slightly pleased to see that his appearance had provided vestiges of what looked like a smile on Obelix's lips. If a discussion between the two men could cheer up the great Gaul a little, Fulliautomatix decided to go ahead with it.

"What you heard! Today your fish are particularly putrid." he said to his friend, standing up to him and speaking smugly.

"Oh yeah? That's what you think?" Unhygienix asked as his face began to redden like a tomato.

"As you’ve heard. That's what I think. And I'm sure I'm not mistaken."

"You’ll regret this!"

After saying this, Unhygienix pounced on the blacksmith and began a fight that gradually gathered more villagers. Obelix watched them from a distance. He knew that Fulliautomatix had done it on purpose in an attempt to cheer him up. It had partly worked, but the menhir dealer wouldn’t be calm until Asterix was at his side again, as always.

Tired of standing, Obelix sat down on the bench next to the front door. Dogmatix sat next to him and rested his small head on his master's large shoe. He also wanted Asterix to return. His ears hung languidly on both sides of his head, indicating that the little dog was saddened by the absence of the blond Gaul.

Getafix, after his talk with Asterix, had also gone to the forest, much later than his friend did… but despite the fact he didn’t have to go deep into the grove, it took him a long time to search and find everything he needed. He gathered up all the ingredients he thought might be running out and headed back to the village with a wide smile on his face.

When he arrived, he headed towards his cabin. The path that led to it passed in front of Asterix's cabin. As soon as the druid passed through that place, he found Obelix sitting in the doorway with his head resting in his huge hands and a worried look on his face.

Intrigued by the posture of the great menhir dealer, Getafix decided to investigate to discover the reason for his unusual attitude.

"Obelix, by Belenos, can you tell what this face is about? Is it just that you're still hungry?"

"Oh druid, of course I'm hungry, but that's because I haven't had breakfast, nor lunch yet."

"Haven’t you had breakfast? But Asterix had told me that you would eat together! Did you have a fight?”

"By Tutatis! No, it isn’t that, oh druid. What’s happening is that Asterix hasn’t returned yet.”

"W-what did you just say?" Getafix's voice took on a tone of alarm. The little warrior had left the village long before him. It was very strange that at this time he hadn’t yet returned.

"Obelix, are you completely sure that he hasn’t returned?"

"Of course. As we had agreed, after distributing the menhirs that had been entrusted to me, I came here… up until today, whenever we have done this, Asterix already had the boars ready to eat. But today it hasn’t been like that. His cabin is empty. By Belenos! Getafix, where can he be?”

Getafix remained thoughtful, stroking his long beard. He also began to fear that something had happened to the blond Gaul. He couldn't understand what might have happened. Asterix was very good in the woods, and he wasn’t the kind of person to make loved ones suffer, either. This was strange… very, very strange.

"Getafix…" Obelix spoke in a weak voice "do you think… do you think something could have happened to him?" panic was easily detectable in his voice

Getafix looked at Obelix with a look of sadness, and with absolute sincerity replied:

"I don't know Obelix, I really don't know."

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"Ave Centurion! The patrol has returned, and they are bringing a prisoner with them." said the sentry who had been sent to inform his superior of the arrival of the patrol.

Centurion Caius Marsupialus was sitting in his chair reading a letter that had just arrived announcing that a Caesar’s senator was coming to Armorica to visit and check the status of each of the camps that surrounded the village of the indomitable Gauls that caused so much shame and pain to the Empire. When the sentry named Sharpeyesightus entered, Caius Marsupialus looked up from the document and listened carefully to what the newcomer was saying.

"Ave Sharpeyesightus, what did you say? My men bring a prisoner? What kind of prisoner?” He asked, interested in the news.

"I don't know Centurion, but it seemed to me that he was a Gaul boy." replied the sentry.

"By Jupiter! Are you kidding me?!”

"N-no Centurion, I’d never dare." answered the lower one trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Centurion Caius Marsupialus took a deep breath and spoke again when he had calmed down a bit:

"Okay Sharpeyesightus, tell the patrolmen that I'll be out soon."

"At your service. Ave Centurion.” Sharpeyesightus said, withdrawing from his superior's tent.

"Ave, ave… " replied the centurion, and then said to himself:

"By Saturn, I’m surrounded by the inept… unable to fight the Gauls… and on top of that, they only manage to capture a child? This is shameful. I'll have to send them to the circus, by Vulcano! How can I have such incompetent legionaries? And all this when the visit of one of the most powerful men in Rome is imminent… I’m so unlucky right now!”

Caius Marsupialus put on his armor and his cape, and taking his helmet, he went out to meet the newly arrived patrol.

While leaving his tent, Caius Marsupialus found the legionaries standing there. Unlike other times, this time it seemed they hadn’t been attacked by the Gauls. In fact, they seemed completely intact. The expedition leader stepped forward and raising his arm, saluting his superior:

"Ave Centurion, we have to report-"

"I want to see the prisoner." his superior cut him off, with a tone of voice that indicated he didn’t want his patience to be tested.

"... The p-prisoner ..." Cleverus began to stammer.

“I have been told that you have made a prisoner. Where is he? I want to see him!"

The patrol members looked at each other and then pulled away, exposing the legionary holding an unconscious boy. The boy seemed to be around three years old. Although it was difficult to specify, as the Gauls vary quite a bit in size among them. He also had blond hair, a little tousled on the back of his head. The boy also had a large nose, a common attribute among all Gauls apparently. But the strangest thing about this child was that he was dressed in clothes clearly too big for him. He was wearing a black tank top that covered his entire body, but Caius Marsupialus noticed that under the shirt the boy was wearing red pants. Maybe his parents like those clothes, or maybe the boy admires that short Gaul from the indomitables’ village, thought the Centurion. In short, that boy looked like a miniature copy, without a mustache, of the village’s warrior, but Caius Marsupialus knew that this was impossible.

"So, it was true," said Caius Marsupialus irritated. "You’ve taken a Gaul child prisoner!"

"Centurion, it’s not –"

"THIS IS SHAMEFUL! WHAT WOULD CAESAR SAY IF HE SAW YOU?! YOU ARE THE SHAME OF THE LEGION!”

"But Centurion, this child –"

"What? Will you tell me that it took you a lot to capture him?”

"No Centurion, it’s not that –"

"Then what?! How dare you try to justify yourself?!”

Then Caius Marsupialus noticed the little boy had his hands tied behind his back. This infuriated him even more. This boy was too young to be considered a threat, so why had his men tied him up? It defied all logic.

"By Mercury! Have you tied the boy?! Do you consider him a threat?!”

"Now that you mention it –" Cleverus started to say, but was again interrupted by the Centurion.

"THIS IS TOO MUCH, IT'S JUST A CHILD!" he raged, anger radiating uncontrollably throughout his being.

Cleverus had already lost his patience. He was tired of trying to explain what happened just because his superior didn’t let him do it, so in a sudden outburst he shouted:

"THIS CHILD IS ASTERIX!"

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Well, and here you have the second chapter ends the first chapter. What do you think about it? Let me know your thoughts. Do you think the Roman centurion will trust his legionnaires? And about Obelix and Getafix, will they or any of the Gauls even imagine what had happened to him? How do you think they’ll react discovering what happened to Asterix? Please tell me what are your thoughts about it 😊

Okay, after say that, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story and: @elianemariane17 @theholypencil for their likes

See you in the next chapter 😉

#asterix and obelix #Getafix's mistake #Asterix #Obelix #Getafix #unhygienix #fulliautomatix #romans #centurion Caius Marsupialus #legionnaires

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thebestworstidea · 4 years

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Illogical Fear

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It was a fairly quiet morning in the Mindscape; and they’d settled down to a ‘together breakfast’ which wasn’t a frequent thing. Their differences in approach to sleep schedules meant the Sides were very rarely awake together in the morning. And when they were, it was just as likely that they’d all be awake while Thomas was still asleep, which led to a sleepy, friendly atmosphere, like they were cozily tucked up in bed still while sitting at the table.

Logan seemed a little grouchy, but that was just something that happened sometimes. The wincing however was new.

“Lo? You okay there?” Patton asked.

“I’m fine.” Logan said and went to take another bite of his toast only to wince again. He tried his coffee with a similar effect.

“Yeah, Fine. I can tell.” Virgil rolled his eyes, attention having been grabbed from his phone.

“Very well, I seem to have a toothache.” Logan admitted. “But it’s fine, it will go away in a bit.”

“Logan.” Patton said sternly. “That’s a pretty lackluster approach to the tooth of the matter.”

“Yeah, Lo. I’d think you’d be all over dental health.”

“I brush twice daily as recommended.”

“If you didn’t we’d have to exchange some words, my dear nerd, starting with hypocrisy.”

“You even used the word correctly, Roman, I’m very impressed.” Logan said dryly. “But I am careful about my dental care.”

“Obviously not careful enough.” Roman came around the table and grabbed a hold of Logan’s face, producing another wince, and a flashlight from thin air. “Say Ahh”

“I will naaaaa-” Roman forced Logan’s mouth open further and peered in with aid of the light.

“Logan, I can see a cavity there.” Roman admonished. “You need to see a dentist.”

“That’s ridiculous.” he reclaimed his face and swatted the flashlight away. “We’re anthropromofications of abstract mental constructs, I do not need to see a dentist. I do not have a cavity, and there is nothing wrong.”

The fridge shut, and they all jumped.

“Wow.” Said Deceit, his arms full of fruit that he’d taken from the fridge. “That is an awful lot of words to only have one true thing said, Logan. I commend you.”

“What are you doing here?” Virgil demanded. Deceit plucked an apple from the array cradled against his chest, and tossed it up and down.

“Shopping?”

“Stealing.”

“Isn’t all property theft?” Deceit asked, running a gloved thumb over the apple’s skin. “Your produce is better.” Virgil gave and awkward shrug of acknowledgement. “But I was attracted by lies, as I am, and just to lay this out straight-”

Roman snorted automatically.

“Logan has been lying to himself about this for a while.”

“I have not!” Logan protested uselessly. From under his cape, Deceit produced a jar of jam, and Logan surged to his feet. “Now we are going to have a problem, Deceit, that is mi-” Logan’s tirade was cut off by a spoonful of jam being shoved in his mouth, and he winced harder, hand going up to his cheek. Deceit snorted.

“And with that, my work here is never done.” he sunk out, fruit, jam jar and all.

Mouth covered with one hand, Logan swallowed heavily, swishing his mouth around to try and get the preserves away from the sore tooth. Virgil took pity on him and handed him a glass of water.

“I … might… have a toothache.” Logan admitted. “But it should repair itself after Thomas’s next checkup, and at any rate, where would I even see a dentist.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s one in the figment suburb.” Patton said thoughtfully.

“Oh no.” Logan looked upset, and pulled up a planner. “When is Thomas’s next cleaning scheduled, perhaps I can wait…”

“What’s wrong with the suburb?” Patton demanded. “It’s a lovely place!”

“It’s full of nonsense!”

“Well too bad, we’re going right after breakfast, mister.” Patton said sternly.

Logan, as might be inferred, did not like the figment suburb. While it held a common border with the imagination, it was a repository of random characters and repeating ideas. It was less unpredictable than the imagination, and somehow that made it worse. The imagination was more honest, somehow with it’s usual fantasy aesthetic. It didn’t pretend to be the real world, which the figment suburb did, however badly.

“I do not need you all to accompany me.” Logan mumbled petulantly.

“You want Deceit to show up again?” Virgil asked, slumping along behind him, headphones half on.

“I cannot help but feel that you would abandon this quest without your party, my friend.” Roman had his hands tucked behind his head, walking beside Virgil. He waved as a group of four walked past in the opposite direction, single file for no discernible reason and bearing weapons more suited for the imagination. Only the one in front, a Thomas face, waved back, the others didn’t seem to react at all.

“I think you’ve convinced me I don’t have an option at this point.” Logan tried to reason, and pull his hand free from Patton’s. Patton squeezed harder, and kept walking. They passed by a field, a strip mall, a few fast food places of burry logo, an eerily accurate CVS and a likewise accurate Starbucks, where Sleep was dosing off at an outside table. Clearly, Thomas had not awoken yet.

“Oh there it is! I thought I remembered it was on the way to the dog park.” There was a cheerful sign adorned with a depiction of an only moderately accurate tooth, outside a low white-painted building. “I think I can handle it from here, so why don’t you two go off and have fun okay?” Patton smiled at Roman and Virgil, who shrugged at each other but waited until Logan and Patton were at the door before abandoning their honor guard.

Logan tried not to feel trapped as they entered the reception area. This was fine. This was normal, there was nothing wrong with going to the dentist. Patton spoke to the receptionist, and Logan pretended he wasn’t contemplating backing out the door. A glance out the glass door, however, showed that Virgil had, instead of leaving, taken a seat on the low retaining wall, now with both headphones on. He gave Logan a vague salute and an all too knowing smirk. Logan returned to standing next to Patton.

“Good news!” Patton told him brightly. “They just had a cancellation, and the doctor can see you right away!”

“How convenient.” Logan said stiffly. They sat in the waiting area, and Logan perused the magazines, trying to find something to distract himself.

“Good morning!” Said a high, cheerful voice. Logan looked up to see a short, slender blond man whose face was not pulled from any of Thomas’s friends, wearing a doctor’s coat and a vest that was cheerfully patterned with cartoon teeth.

“Of course.” Logan grimaced, jaw hurting. “Any dentist in Thomas’s head was bound to be a pediatric one.”

“Oh no-” the dentist shook his head. “I’m a general dental practitioner, I just like this vest. It was a present. I wore it today because I felt the day was going to include something special, and here you are. I’m Doctor Hermey Noel.” he offered his hand to shake and Logan took it reluctantly. “I hear you have a toothache. Shall we have a look?”

Logan was not particularly convinced at Dr. Noel’s manner that he wasn’t a pediatric practitioner.

“Really, I think that everyone is overreacting-”

“Then having a look won’t hurt anything will it?” he gestured to the doorway.

“Patton,” Logan glanced back at the other side who was… putting together a children’s puzzle.

“It’s okay, Lo. You’ll be fine.” He said encouragingly.

“I’m afraid of doctors Pat.” he burst out. There was a brief awkward silence, and Logan felt the need to explain. “There is so much we don't know about the human body and the professional guidelines are loose and depend entirely on personal moral codes, often populated with bullies and money seekers, the education process is archaic and barbaric and does not encourage the acquisition of new information as it is learned, not to mention an arrogance which leads to lack of communication with the patient!”

The second awkward silence dragged a bit longer.

“Well, that’s a bit of a handful.” Dr. Noel said cheerfully. “And a bunch of perfectly rational concerns.”

“Don’t patronize me.” Logan grated. “I am aware my fear is illogical.”

“That was fairly well thought out for an illogical fear.” he offered gently “Would it help if your friend came with you?”

It was ridiculously reassuring to be able to see Patton out of the corner of his eye. After the initial examination Dr. Noel just sat down to talk to him.

“Well you have excellent dental hygiene, Logan.”

“Clearly not.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. There are lots of reasons people can get cavities. Genetics and stress are more often to blame than any kind of failure to take proper care of yourself. In fact, over brushing can be almost as much of a problem as under brushing. However,” he looked at Logan seriously. “Your particular situation aside, ignoring a problem is very much inappropriate. It really does need taking care of for your own health and comfort. I’m sure you’re more than aware of the potential problems it can lead to?”

Logan sighed.

“Yes, I am aware.”

“You’re doing fine.” the dentist assured him. “And you only seem to have the one, so it won’t take long at all.”

Logan still groaned.

It didn’t take long, and Patton didn’t even mention that Logan held his hand while it happened.

Virgil unfolded himself and got to his feet as they came down the path to the sidewalk.

“Everything fine now?”

Logan nodded.

“Cool. Princy texted me, he’s bothering Sleep over at Starbucks and says we should join them there.”

“Sounds nice!” Patton grinned, and started contemplating what kind of sweet to get. Virgil nudged Logan gently as they started, barely a knocking of their shoulders together while they walked.

“Fears don’t have to be logical.”

Logan glared at him.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” He smirked. “I mean, c’mon, you were reeking of it, I’m surprised no one else did.”

Logan contemplated this, looked at Patton’s back as he was pulling ahead of them, then carefully brought one hand up between himself and Virgil, displaying what he felt about that statement. Virgil choked on a stifled laugh.

“Love you too.” he sniggered.

“Is there a love fest back here I’m missing out on?” Patton asked, turning around to walk backwards.

“Nah, you’re included.” Virgil said, hands in his hoodie pockets, then he leapt forward and grabbed Patton’s hands to keep him upright as he tripped over a curb and nearly fell over. “Watch where you’re walking, sheesh!”

Patton kept ahold of Virgil’s hand, and grabbed up Logan’s again, swinging them both as he walked in between them.

“Aw, but then I couldn’t do this!”

Shaking his head, Virgil looked around as they backtracked, but he didn’t pull his hand loose. Patton leaned up against Logan’s shoulder.

“And don’t think I didn’t see that, mister.”

Logan made a small noise of surprise.

“I’ve got Dad-ly premonition, Logan. It’s like Santa, only with more barbeques. I’ve got eyes the back of my hoodie.”

Logan just sighed.

Roman had taken over the table they’d seen Sleep at earlier, and was brushing his coat off with furious flicks of his fingers, removing brownish stains.

“Ah, welcome back!” He waved a hand beating the last couple of stains off his sleeve in puffs like dust. “Everything go well?”

Logan nodded.

“You just missed Remy, he said Thomas was finally waking up, so he had to jet.”

Logan looked quietly appalled, making a show of checking his watch.

“Well sometimes you just have to rest to shine your brightest.” Roman smiled. “So, tell me how did it go?”

Logan shrugged.

“What, are you suddenly at a loss for words?”

Logan furiously signed at Roman who snorted.

“And miss this opportunity? Never!”

“Now, Roman, don’t tease. It can’t be any fun to have your face half numb from novacaine.”

“I’m sure it’s not that big a deal. Logan’s just being Logan, in his stuffy, self important way.”

“Wow, when Prance-a-lot thinks you’re self important…” Virgil started, but then stopped himself and headed inside instead “I’ll go grab us some drinks, the usual good for everybody?”

“Well I’m glad you think that, Roman.” Patton said cheerfully. “Since while we were there I made appointments for everyone!”

“What.”

“I mean, if it snuck up on Logan, who knows what might be going on with the rest of us!”

“Patton.” Roman whined piteously.

Logan smiled, not caring that it was a little droopy in that moment. That almost made the ordeal worth it.

#Willow is writing #Sanders Sides Fic #TS Logan #TS Patton #TS Roman #TS Virgil #TS Deceit #moraly neutral Deceit #dentists

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timelordthirteen · 5 years

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Killing Time 10/?

Detective Weaver/Belle French, Explicit

Summary: A Woven Beauty Law & Order-ish AU. Written for Writer’s Month 2019.

Chapter Summary: Flashback: Weaver and Belle make a major discovery in the case.

Notes: So I hope this clears up some of the confusion with the plot of this story. This is majorly late and unbeta'd and barely read over. I'm so sorry for this being a total hot mess and probably riddled with typos. For the Writer's Month prompt#20: weird.

Warnings: Please see AO3 for complete warnings and tags. No additional warnings for this chapter.

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9 weeks and 3 days ago...

Belle sighed heavily and sat back in her chair, tossing her pen on the table.

Four days ago she’d fucked her ex-husband on the sofa just behind her. She expected it to cause some fracture in their working relationship, for him to come in the next day or even show up at her apartment to start some huge argument, but things went on as if it never even happened. That unnerved her more than the shouting would have.

At least three different times, she’d almost brought it up, but chickened out at the last second. Things had been too good between them these last few weeks. It was - nice. They’d become some kind of friends again, a bit like it was after they first met, when it was sarcastic, flirty remarks after testimony, or over drinks at Roni’s, and she could admit to herself that she was loathing messing any of that up. Except of course it had escalated from there, just as it had when they finally started dating. One dinner and she let him push her up against the door to her apartment and kiss her senseless, and a minute later she was dragging him into her apartment.

That first time they didn’t even make it to her bed, and she was left with an amusing pattern of lines on her back from the exposed brick wall of her living room. He stayed the night, and by morning she ached like she’d done back to back yoga classes at the gym. She had never had a lover that attentive, who found every button she had and pushed them over and over, or who seemed to like everything she did; hard and rough one time, and soft and intimate the next. Sex was the one thing they never got wrong.

She shouldn’t have let things go that far with Ian, but for a moment while they were dancing it felt like old times, like none of the shit between them had happened, like there wasn’t a murder board behind them and autopsy reports on the table. It was always so damn good with him, and the case overwhelmed her so much that she needed something to push all of it away. Except when it was over everything came rushing back.

A tingling shiver crept over her, and she abruptly pushed back from the table and stood up, silently chastising herself for getting lost in such thoughts. Again. She rubbed at her tired eyes and wiggled her feet back into her shoes before moving across the room to the whiteboard.

The board was completely covered now with photos, reports, and scribbled notes in marker, all comprising a full timeline of some of the most heinous murders she’d ever seen. Her eyes scanned the top where they had taped pictures of the victims, then sectioned off the board between each of them to group the case elements together. Their names were burned into her brain, their smiling faces - faces that would never smile again - permanent fixtures when she closed her eyes.

She sighed again and the office door opened.

“Well, that was a bloody waste of time.”

Belle turned and watched as Weaver strode quickly across the room, dropping the folder he’d taken with him and his notebook on the table.

“What was?” she asked, almost grateful that they could talk about the case and pull her mind away from other things.

“Trying to find Eloise Gardner,” he said, giving her a flat smile. “As near as I can tell, she doesn’t fucking exist.”

Belle made a face. “What?”

He huffed and sat on the edge of the table. “Her last known address is an empty lot that up until a year ago was a community garden. She doesn’t have a driver’s license in this state. She hasn’t paid taxes, apparently ever. I can’t find a Social Security Number, state ID, W-2, forwarding address, employer, or any official piece of paper to prove she existed.”

Belle sank onto the sofa and dropped her head to her hands as she breathed. She looked up at Weaver feeling more tired and drained than she had in days. “So why did Branson say she could prove he was innocent?”

Weaver shrugged. “No clue. Though he did murder five people, so I’m not sure he’s making the best life choices.”

She snorted at that and shook her head. “Did you have any luck with any of the others?”

He turned and picked up the notebook, opening it and flipping passed a few pages. “I found Mr. Porter, the garbage man, at work, but Mrs. Emery was not at her apartment, and no one had seen her in days.”

Belle blinked. “You’re joking…”

He pressed his lips together and shook his head.

Her head dropped again in defeat. “So, our eye witness to the disposal of the last victim, just up and disappeared? Fucking great.”

Weaver started to smile. “Not exactly.” She lifted her head slowly, eyebrows raised. “I tracked down the building manager, and he said she moved out. I went to the post office and they have a forwarding address of a nursing home. I went there and found out she’d had a stroke. Her daughter…” He paused and flipped another page in his notebook. “Laura, arrived from Cambridge last week and has been helping to get her settled in.”

“Cambridge...Massachusetts?”

His lips twitched. “No.”

Her eyes narrowed and then she made a face. “England?”

“Her daughter teaches at the university,” he said, crossing to the sofa and sitting down beside Belle.

“Nice…” she muttered. “So, is she still with it enough to testify?”

“Seems so from talking to her.” He flipped his notebook closed. “She repeated everything the same as in her official statement. The doctor I spoke to said she should be fine now that she’s on medication, and that he’ll provide whatever documentation of her mental faculties is needed.

Belle flopped back against the sofa and slumped. “Thank god.”

“So,” he said, smiling. “That was the last six hours of my life. How was yours?”

“Lousy.” Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling and then she pushed herself up, crossing to the table to pick up a few photos. “I got copies of the crime scene photos we were missing from Crenshaw and Hughes, the last two. Nothing all that enlightening or helpful, though.”

She flipped through them as she walked back towards the sofa. “It’s all mostly background stuff that got left out, like the cars that were in the area, some random plant material, uh, shoe prints from Branson’s boots, and this which I thought you would ”

Weaver’s eyebrows lifted both at her tone and the smirking look she had on her face. She held out one photo and he leaned forward, holding the edge of it between his fingers as he looked at it. After a long moment, he groaned.

“Shit.”

Belle let out a snorting laugh. “Exactly.”

He shook his head as she set the rest of the pictures down on the coffee table. “Some crime scene tech actually took a picture of dog shit.”

She shrugged. “I guess they were being thorough?”

“Thoroughly fucking stupid, maybe,” he said absently, and she laughed.

She turned to grab something else, and as she pivoted on her right foot, her toes pulled back inside her shoe. A curse slipped out and she stumbled, the cramping pain contorting her foot and making it impossible to walk.

“Are you okay?” Weaver asked, sitting forward on the sofa. “What’s wrong?”

She bent and took off her shoe, grabbing at her toes to try to relieve the tension. “It’s just a cramp. I think I’ve been pacing this office too much today.” She wobbled as she tried to walk wearing only one shoe and pressing the toes of her cramped foot against the floor. “Fuck.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come here.”

Her look was dubious, but she hobbled over to the sofa and dropped down with a hiss. He reached for her leg, pulling it up and tipping her back on the couch. She let out a pained noise, as she struggled to point her toes and make the cramp stop.

“Relax,” he said softly, wrapping his warm hand over her toes.

Slowly, he worked her foot until the muscles stopped contracting, and she leaned back, resting her head on the arm of the sofa as she let him pull her foot completely into his lap. Under previous circumstances, this would have been more than welcome, and a possible prelude to other activities as his hand naturally crept higher and higher on her legs. Anytime she had to be in court all day, pacing and walking around, her feet would rebel and start cramping painfully by the end of the day. She blamed it on all the damage she’d done to them in dance and ballet in her younger days, followed by too many years of shoving them into heels constructed by masochists who thought all women had dainty, narrow feet that never went over a size seven.

After a few minutes, she was biting back moans as he worked his thumb against her arch, stroking the muscle up and down before making a sweep over the ball of her foot. Part of her wanted to let him do this for the next hour to both of her feet, followed immediately by her shoulders and neck. But a greater part of her knew she needed to stop things before they went to far. While those two factions warred within her, she rolled her head to the side and stared at the miscellaneous photographs.

A shoe print stared back at her from the top of the pile, the ones found at the last scene when Branson had been arrested, and she frowned. Something was poking at the back of her brain, something that was unsettled and curious at the same time. Abruptly, she yanked her foot away from Weaver, and pushed up.

Weaver let out a light grunt as Belle shoved against him. “What is it?”

“Hold on,” she said, scrambling to sit up. "Something's...weird."

She picked up the photo of Branson’s boot print, and stared at it for a few seconds, noting the size and the markers that had been placed around it. Then she set it to the side and shuffled through the rest of the photos.

Weaver frowned at her and then picked up the photo she’d set down. “What are you looking for?”

“The other print.” She was getting frustrated and wondering if she’d imagined it, when he reached out and snatched up the picture she’d been looking for.

“This one?” he asked, holding it out.

She grabbed both photos from him, and laid them on the table. Her eyes darted back and forth between them, as her eyes widened. She wasn’t crazy, but this case sure was. “Look.”

She pointed at the pictures, and he looked back and forth between them. There was nothing jumping out at him, but it had been a long day of driving around and making calls.

“Okay?”

Belle huffed and pointed at the marker on the first photo. “See the measurement on the one from his arrest?” Weaver nodded. “And now the one from the second crime scene.”

His head tilted slightly, and then it hit him. “They’re different.”

“Yeah,” she said, starting to smile. “Branson’s boot was a size eleven. But the first one is a ten.”

He shook his head. “They can’t both be his shoe can they?”

She shrugged. “They aren’t marked as elimination prints from any of the officers or techs. What’s his shoe size from his booking?”

Weaver got up and crossed to the table, sorting through the stacks of folders until he found the report of vital statistics from Nick Branson’s booking at the station. He scanned the page, his eyes going wide as he turned around.

“He’s an eleven.”

Belle stood up, her body practically vibrating with new energy. “There’s no way someone is going to wear a different size boot like that. A half size maybe, but not a whole size.”

He nodded and took a breath. “You know what that might mean then, right?”

She swallowed hard, her excitement waning in light of the new reality of the case. “We have two killers.”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #woven beauty #woven beauty fic #fic #my woven beauty fic #lemon fic #killing time

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mingiswow · 5 years

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Soulmate!au Series | Kihyun

Pairing: Kihyun x female reader

Summary: After so many years thinking your soulmate tattoo wasn't corresponded, life proved you wrong.

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a/n: I’m so sorry it took me so long to upload Kili’s but life have been crazy lately. I’m trying my best to upload at least a soft hour for week. Love you all and hope you like it 💖

It was hot outside, the thermometers around town marked almost 50o and to say you were sweating was an understatement. Your broken AC making everything worse. Being a college student was already its own nightmare, but being a broke college student was a double nightmare. You had to study during days and work at night, sometimes make extra shifts so you could pay for your books and classes. You weren’t the one to complain though, you were very grateful for everything you achieved and worked hard for, your family always supported your dreams of leaving your small town to go study in a good college.

You looked over the stupidly pink clock on the wall and sighed seeing it was only 2 PM. Burning and with no will to study, you decided to go to a small coffee near the college. It was a quiet and nice place, few people knew about it, so it was perfect for you to study. Especially because they had AC.

Slipping into a comfortable and light summer dress and flip flops, getting your books and your belongings and walking a couples blocks to get to the place, thanking God for having only a few people there.

The bell on the door rang, warning your arrival as you smiled and waved to the boy behind the counter. You’ve been there so many times that he became your friend.

“Hey, Y/N, the usual?” he asked, putting his phone in his back pocket.

“Hey, Soobin. Today I’ll want iced tea. Too hot” he chuckled. “My dorm AC broke and I have no money to fix it now” you groaned, and threw yourself on the counter. “When will I be rich and have to stop working and studying?” the boy laughed at you, handing the drink.

“If you keep complaining instead of studying, never” he pushed your body out of the counter.

You looked over your favorite spot and saw someone else already there, which made you a little bit annoyed. You walked past to look at the person who stole your place, but their face was hidden behind a fancy notebook screen. Deciding to let go - just this time -, you sat on the next table and sprawled out your things, getting started with your project.

The project was about the beauty of soulmates peculiarities, and you had taken a bunch of pictures of couples from different ages, races, cultures. They were all so beautiful and happy, you could see by the glimmer of their eyes, even though the pictures didn't do justice to the real-life thing.

People were born with the first words they would exchange with their own true love somewhere in their body. Could be chest, arms, hands, legs, but were always visible places, so you could see and remind yourself that you were destined to be loved and to have someone in their life.

You believed in soulmates, you really did, but life wasn’t so generous with you. Your tattoo was on your upper back, you couldn’t see it, if it wasn’t for people telling you, you wouldn’t know what it says. When you had seven years old, you met a boy who said those words to you, but you didn’t say his. So you concluded that he was your soulmate but you weren’t his, that’s why your tattoo was hidden.

After so many years, you couldn’t even remember what your tattoo says. You started to live alone and, unless your dog knew how to read, you didn’t have no one to do it for you. You started to lose interest in what it said, because you didn’t have to know, you didn’t have to be worried if someone would say those words to you.

You kept editing the pictures, enhancing the colors, adding brightness and doing your thing when you noticed a shadow hovering you. You were about to burst with Soobin but, as soon as you lifted your head and opened your mouth, you saw a very good-looking man that you recognized as the one who stole your table. If he wasn’t the one who sat in your favorite spot on a terrible and awful day like that one, you’d find him quite cute. You bitterly smiled and went back to do your work.

He said something but you didn’t hear well, the headphones blocking the annoying sounds, him being one. You pretended not to see he was trying to talk to him but you could see Soobin laughing at your pettiness behind his counter. The boy nudged your shoulder and you looked at him. He was annoying you. He motioned for you to take your headphones off, which you did after a very long and exaggerated sigh.

“Can I join you?” you wanted to scream at him for some reason, tell him to fuck off, ask him who he thought he was to steal your spot that everyone who frequented the place knew that it was yours. But held your composure and nodded, but not before sending a threatening glance at your friend in the far part of the cafeteria. “I’m Kihyun” you nodded, still not saying a word. If there was a thing you were was petty.

You kept working at your photos, murmuring under your breath unintelligible words, making the man in front of you chuckle, but stop as soon as he saw your murdering look.

It wasn’t his fault that he probably didn’t know it was your sacred spot, to be honest, you even knew why you made that your spot, that wasn’t anything special about it, you just liked and got used to sitting there.

“I’m sorry I stole your table, some of the customers warned me it was your usual” you nodded, his voice was so soft but also very deep, and you hated him for being so attractive. You wanted to be mad at him, but every time he smiled you wanted to smile together. “I’m new around here, I just moved to be near college” you nodded once again and was about to speak when he started to talk again. “So what are you doing? What is your major? I’m majoring in music, I’m from the division of applied music. What’s yours? Let me guess! Design? No, maybe broadcasting? You look like someone who would major in broadcasting” he kept talking and talking and got you wondering that he had a great breathing control. “So what you’re doing?” you waited, expecting him to keep talking, but he silenced, a smile spread on his face. You turned your computer to the man, showing him one of the pictures. “Yah! You took it? It’s really beautiful!” you nodded. “Are you mute?” a deep sigh left your mouth.

“No. I’m just too stubborn” you finally said. “I don’t know why I’m pissed, ok? It’s not just the spot, it’s everything! Everything is pissing me off, eating me alive? Maybe is the fact that the thermometers are melting with the heat, or that my ac freaking broke and I am as broke as it, or the fact that I have to do this cheesy ass project about soulmates when I have no soulmate, I actually have one, but he’s not mine. Is this possible? Someone be your soulmate but you not be theirs? I think this is fucked up, we need to have someone to complain about it. I mean, I don’t want to spend my life alone, you know? I deserve love too! Don’t you think… What’s your name again?” he blinked a few times, absorbing your rather long rant about your life situation. His eyes were focused on yours, blinking, mouth slightly open, as he was about to say something but he gave up. “Hi!” you waved your hand in front of his face. “Are you alive?”

“I…” he muttered, hands fumbling to find yours. “Where’s your soul mark?” your eyebrows frowned at his question, but you answered anyway.

“Uhm… On my upper back” he gasped, attracting some curious eyes in your direction. “W-what are you doing?” you widen your eyes when he lifted from the seat in front of you and started to take off his t-shirt. “Are you out of your mind, boy?” you left your seat trying to stop him, but when he turned around, showing you his back, you stopped on your track, blinking a few times.

You looked over his almost-covered back, your previous rant tattooed in a bright red color and your handwriting. Your fingers reached to touch the skin but stopped mid-track.

“How…” the words came as whispers from your mouth.

“I never understood why you’d say all these things to me but I guess now I know” he chuckled, his t-shirt back on and his front facing you.

“That’s why our tattoos are in the back because my words wouldn’t fit anywhere else” you started to giggle, but soon you were laughing. “Wait! I don’t know what my tattoo says. I forgot” you confessed, turning around. “Please be can I join you” you muttered as he came closer to you and pulled a bit of your dress down, exposing your mark. The little symbols neatly written across your back in the same bright red color. His fingers traced the letters ever so lightly, re-writing the words. “So… I guess I’ll have to share my spot now” you smiled, turning back to look at him.

His smile was wide, just like a kid that got candy. His hands kept on your back, lowering to your lower back, closing the space between you two, your arms snaking around his neck. Nothing was needed to say, you two were just mesmerized for finding each other, overwhelmed. You, who thought that didn’t have a soulmate, was now wrapped in a cute guy’s arms, feeling his scent invading your senses. Even though the day was burning hot, you didn’t mind his proximity and his warmth. You were just too happy to mind about it.

Kihyun got his face closer to yours, touching your noses in a cute eskimo kiss. With your eyes still shut, you closed the space between your faces, connecting your lips together. There cheers and screams from the people watching you the whole time, but you didn’t mind. After all, you had your soulmate.

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hellholland · 6 years

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A headcanon of Tom dating a shy reader who is his co star and has anxiety?

aww yessss! this is a long one so buckle up. the beginning is more meeting/getting together and the bottom part is more of the headcanons/anxiety-related things

• you and tom initially met at the screen testing of their movie

• tom was cast a little bit before you were. you already knew about that and it scared the shit out of her because she was newer to the big movie scene than he was

• you were over the moon when you found out you were cast, both a little anxious and excited• ”is gonna be a douchebag???” “what if he doesn’t like me?” “will they recast me?” a LOT of self doubt and concerns about tom

• once you arrived on set to work on a few testing scenes and green-screen stuff, harrison was the first to greet you. tom was running late, somehow

• “what if that messes up our schedule? is he gonna get in trouble?” you said that out loud, much to your dismay. you were thinking too fast because of how anxious you were about filming

• this was one of your first big movies, let alone a movie with a marvel star? “if he’s a dick or something goes wrong, it could wreck everything, especially if we don’t have chemistry” - your internal monologue, repeatedly. your mind rambled through all of the worst outcomes

• harrison had this weird look in his eye when you didn’t readily accept the fact he was late just because iTs tOm HoLlAnD

• turns out that weird look was some prophetic thing. he knew you and tom were gonna get along

• tom arrived to set twenty minutes with tessa and a latte for dogs

• he rambles to the director, who’s slightly unhappy with this “i’m really sorry i just saw the ad for it and i got so excited-“

• he didn’t notice you standing by at first because of how apologetic he was for being late

• this settled your nerves a bit because what a fucking dork move. you loved it

• “oh, oh my god! you’re (y/n), right?” “uh yeah, tom?” “nice to meet you!”

• he hugged you instead of shaking hands

• the first few days were awkward banter, but he still was really warm and welcoming person, constantly trying to make you feel happy and at-home with everyone

• going out w/ the cast and posting pictures was common. fans started commenting on how “close” you two looked

• tom really liked trying to make you laugh during serious scenes. once, instead of sitting on the chair behind his desk like the blocking told him to, he ran, jumped and slid over it while you followed him into the fake office

• he biffed it. bitch almost got another broken nose

• you almost got a panic attack from how much his nose was bleeding but he ended up being the one calming you down until you laughed again

• here comes stunt filming

• you told the team you’d do your own stunts. you wanted to go out of your way and try new stuff

• anxiety made that really, really hard. you felt like a lot of your childhood wasn’t spent like it should be. you missed out on a lot because of how severe it was and you told yourself at the beginning of 2018 you’d make it up to yourself

• nevertheless, as soon as they strapped you in the harness you started breathing really shallow. you felt constricted rather than safe

• you didn’t say anything. your throat was so dry you felt like you couldn’t anyway

• you were supposed to fall off a platform, cling onto the edge for a few seconds then fall twenty-something feet till the harness stopped you. there was protective stuff underneath in case something went wrong, but you were almost crying

• heights weren’t your favorite. you did it anyways, after about ten minutes of pacing and tom coming out of his trailer to encourage you

• he only vaguely knew of your anxiety. he didn’t know you were shooting the scene on your own till he came out, which instantly got him worried for you

• “hey, i’ll catch you if you fall!” “yeah?” you yelled back, mustering up the humor to give him a half-hearted smile “yeah, but only if you’re falling in love!”

• you laughed. and blushed. shit.

• “i think i like him?” “took you long enough to figure it out,” harrison replied, sipping his coffee

• anyway the same day of the falling-stunt, something went wrong with the rope and you fell further than what they told you. you fell into the tall mesh/foam pads but it caused a full blown panic attack. you weren’t expecting it

• you couldn’t move, but your heart was beating so fast you thought it’d pump too much blood and you might die

• you were just frozen, waiting for your body to register what happened

• in the meantime, your brain was kind of on fire. your head felt hot and you were getting dizzy just laying down

• “hey, hey, (y/n)” tom’s familiar voice rung out and you felt a weight beside you, fumbling to unclip the metal bit from your harness. “that was terrifying, but you’re still here, yes?” he spoke in a really calm voice, slowly lifting you off the landing and getting you to the ground

• the set and staff were scrambling to fix things, people were apologizing left and right

• you could move again, but you didn’t want to talk. everything was blurry.

• he walked you into his trailer, where harrison was laying around. you faintly remember them talking about whether or not you were okay

• you sat down on tom’s bed in the back area of the trailer, tom looking at you worriedly from the doorway.

• you started to cry and shake a lot

• while it was an awful feeling, at the same time you were grateful you could make sound again

• “okay love, it’s alright,” tom murmured, sitting on the bed to hold you and kiss the top of your head

• after a solid fifteen minutes of sobbing into his chest, you fell asleep

• unbeknownst to you, harrison came in to talk to tom

• “you’re really whipped for her, huh?”

• “i guess you could say that,” tom replied quietly, rubbing circles into your back

• fast forward two months. you’re shooting the final scene, which includes a kissing scene

• …but not between you and tom.

• you were getting really worked up over it. the actor was nice enough but you weren’t close

• tom was no where to be seen, even though you had to shoot more stuff together right after the kiss

• eventually you got it over with, after a couple takes

• that’s right, a couple. you felt a little light headed but managed to to go knock on tom’s door

• “come in” “hey, i haven’t seen you around. what’s up?” you asked as you poke your head in. “nothing,” he replied with an offbeat tone. he was on his phone, not looking up

• “sounds like you’ve got a stick up your ass today, holland”

• tom looked up with a very confused look on his face. “since when did you talk like that?”

• “since i started being honest with other people and myself.”

• tom swore in the moment you held that cheeky grin on your face was when he fell in love with you

• but of course he didn’t say anything. he didn’t express he was bitter about your kissing scene. he was scared of brutally honest communication, yet you weren’t.

• this was odd, even to you, that you were so willing to say that to his face. you had no malicious intentions, you just wanted to get him to open up. you were feeling comfortable around him now. (it used to be you almost had an anxiety attack if he made a joke about you, to you. you’d read too far into it and think he hated you)

• “i finished ‘the big scene today,’” you sighed as you sat down next to him. he was still staring at you. “what’s wrong?”

• “nothing. nothing’s wrong.”

• your stomach flipped. he seemed really pissed which made you very panicky. “a-are you sure?”

• “yeah.” he looked away, tossing the phone onto the table by him and looking up at the lights.

• “you’re scaring me.” you said weakly after minutes of silence had gone by.

• tom realized what he’d done, that he’d been short with you when it wasn’t your fault. he forgot about your anxiety. he forgot that you were a human with fears. he was just settled on the fact you were outside making out with another guy, even though it was fake.

• “i’m sorry”

• “i just want you to talk to me. you know you can say whatever you want.”

• (harrison really was an ass for making you two do this on your own)

• “how do you feel about noah?” he asked. your co-star. your on-screen lover.

• “he’s okay, i guess. why?” you raised an eyebrow.

• “alright. i like you. a lot. and i don’t like seeing you kiss other guys because i want to be the one kissing you.”

• very blunt. you were in shock for a bit and tom got really nervous because he thought you didn’t reciprocate, but the moment you kissed him, everything he was thinking just dissolved

• from then on, the rest is history.

• after eight months, your relationship went public, which brought a lot of love and a lot of hate. (you got really upset over that to the point of disabling comments and social media hiatus’)

• you moved in together! something your fans found out quickly. they were like detectives, a lot of people gave you shit for “moving too fast,” but tom reassured you constantly about those anxieties

• one time someone told you to kill yourself. tom came home to you crying in your bed, having one the panic attacks where you don’t think straight and just want to distance yourself from everyone.

• “it’s better if i leave, tom. they’ll stop being awful to you. we won’t get bad press anymore. it won’t hurt as much.” your eyes were pink and your nail beds were raw from how much you picked at them. you’d scratched one part of your palm so much that it was bleeding.

• tom’s heart broke, and he found himself cradling you again on a bed. “i love you so much, (y/n). you’re my fucking world and no one else can change that.” he said, kissing your knuckles. he wiped your tears away and looked you in the eye. “you know that, right? that i love you?”

• you couldn’t look him in the eye. you were shaking so much and so very convinced that others would tear you apart.

• “i am not moving until you say you know that. because i absolutely need you to know that i adore you and love you in every single way there is.” he picked up your chin to look at him.

• “i know you do.” you eventually whispered, tears still slipping down your cheeks. he pulled your head into his chest, rocking back and forth slightly. “i love you too.”

• paparazzi was the worst. you hated them. as soon as the flashing lights started you would begin to shake

• tom would always to the best of his ability, find routes or entrances that paparazzi wouldn’t be at when you went out

• when it was unavoidable, he’d grip you around your waist, running so fast he’d nearly carry you into places. sometimes he’d cover your eyes too

• if you were out in public, he’d always give you his hat and sunglasses to wear to help you feel safer

• “hey! (y/n)! how does tom feel about you and noah centino’s hot scene in the new movie?” “(y/n), look here, look here! show me a smile, pretty lady!” “that’s one fine piece of ass you got there, holland” - the paparazzi could be really vulgar sometimes

• “can you fuck off?” he said to all of them, almost yelling. he almost hushed the crowd as he flipped them all off and walked inside with you.

• when you had bad days with your anxiety, you had s tendency to scratch yourself. when tom got home from work or you got home from work, he’d always make sure you had a bandaid or something to protect them.

• there were days where you helped him, too. when the public lifestyle was too much, you’d sit behind him and brush his hair as long as needed. sometimes it was hours while he ranted, or just silence.

• sometimes he’d just fall into you while you were laying or sitting somewhere, resting his head on your chest.

• holding him was the best anti-anxiety medicine you ever had.

• you were always in awe of each other. awed by how beautiful your relationship was, how understanding one person could be, and everything in between.

• tom never, ever yelled at you. not once. he tried his best to never be snippy because he knew it scared you, but some days it was really hard. you did the same for him.

• when you got sick, he held your hair back. throwing up usually triggered some form of anxiety, and he’d just hold you in the bathroom floor when you were done. you might be sweating and hadn’t showered for three days because you couldn’t get up, and he’d just sit there, his head again the wall with his arms wrapped around you.

• on those days when there was no reason for you to be anxious, but you were, he would check in to make sure you were taking care of yourself.

• sometimes he’d leave you alone because you needed it. he could read you effortlessly. when one of you got home, sometimes the greetings were just a simple hello. other days they were a drawn out hug and a passionate kiss.

• being in each others presence was enough. you didn’t always have to be doing something, touching or talking, it was comforting to just know that they were there.

• tom helped you. he didn’t fix you, because you did not need fixing. he just helped. he was there when you needed it and vice versa. he was a caretaker and could give you the truth. he was a lover and a friend.

• his forehead kisses were like drugs to you

• when you woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream, he’d wake up too. he’d just grab your hand, look at you and give you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. he never once let you go out onto the balcony to “get some air.” on those nights. he knew you might stay out there all not and not sleep, or your panic attacks would get worse from the heights and half-conscious combination.

• tom was a sucker for dancing in the moonlight. when those same nights were really, really bad, he’d make you get up and you two would just sway to the non existent music. sometimes he’d sing to you.

• you liked having your head on his chest when he talked or sang to you because you could feel the vibrations as he spoke.

• he loved you. you loved him.

• often, the only two words that could describe him seemed odd, but fit so well

• beautifully human.

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Don’t Fall

Chapter 4: An Error

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It had been a while since Jason came out from his territory to patrol somewhere else. It was not something he normally did unless others need his help during their patrol. But, today was one of the days when he felt like he needed to get out from his comfort zone. It was never really a comfort zone to begin with since everyone’s territories were filled with criminals to fight with. Yet, he had heard from the family that the littlest of the family’s territory had an increase in crime numbers after it had been abandoned for a while by its supposed protector. Not that he complained about helping to calm the crime rates since it would be a good frustration management to take it out on all these criminals. But, the fact that the littlest Wayne didn’t tell anyone a thing about himself was what frustrated Jason the most.

If, at least, the first Robin had known about Damian’s reasoning for quitting Robin, Jason would have been fine. Yet, the fact that Dickie didn’t even know about it was what made him had the need to take the anger out to somewhere else. Often than not, he took it out on the face of the criminals with just enough power to take them out of their consciousness. Unless, it was more serious and life-threatening crimes. A few good punches and bruises wouldn’t hurt the face of the criminals since they had done nothing good in the society.

He sighed into the night as he jumped off from a roof of one building to another. He only stopped to listen to someone’s conversations in the dark alley of Gotham while keeping himself shadowed from the two guys.

Jason only reacted when the man pulled out a gun from his black jacket while threatening a man smaller than him. He jumped off the fire escape right into the man, knocking him off ground right into unconsciousness. He kicked the gun away before turning his head to the smaller guy in front of him who was looking at him with fear in his eyes.

“Heard you guys talking,” Jason started as he tried to analyze the person in front of him. “What are you doing here, kid?”

He had done his analysis. Though it was vague, he could see the person in front of him was an eighteen years old teenager with five foot four tall and more or less than a hundred thirty five pounds for weight. The kid was smaller for his age, just like Damian. Damian could have been lighter than the kid standing in front of him.

“He was trying to rob me,” the kid was shaking. “I- I owe him money but he wants to take more.”

Jason was not reacting to any of his talks yet. He stood there and tried to listen to his surrounding in case there were more criminals around then, he looked at the kid. The short and light-weighted kid in front of him who had the same appearance like his littlest brother.

“What do you need the money for?” Jason asked as he sent a signal to GCPD to pick up the unconscious man on the ground and to alert Batman of his location.

“Ma’s sick. Her medicine runs out and… dad’s gone,” the kid replied, calmer than before.

With that, Jason let out a sigh and reached his back pocket to get any money he had left from his dinner. He took out a hundred and fifty dollars, the only cash he had, before pressing it to the kid’s hand

“Scoot, boy.” Jason said as he watched the kid ran out from the dark alley. “Don’t get caught again,” the boy disappeared into the crowd.

Jason looked at the guy on the ground as he could hear the police siren went off and got closer to the alley he was in. He noted to himself to visit the manor after he was done patrolling. Not only to visit the old mansion, Alfred, and the old Bat, but maybe he could see Damian before his day job called him.

Yeah, that would be perfect, Jason thought and added an extra note for himself to stop at the grocery store to get something to bring to the littlest and lightest kid in the whole goddamn world - their Damian Wayne.

It was past one in the morning when he arrived in the cave that was still so lively despite the timing of his arrival. The lights were on and so did someone who was typing something onto the computer. He saw Bruce behind the big computer, working on something as he turned around to see the person who had just announced his arrival to the ‘home’. Jason didn’t say anything as Bruce looked at him and the brown paper bag he had on his hand. Jason knew - he knew there was something to talk about, yet it was like a taboo. A taboo that no one ever wanted to talk about unless they wanted to get into trouble with the old bat or get emotional with the eldest Robin.

Jason sighed quietly as he walked closer to where Bruce was sitting to see the data that were analyzed by the computer. No one said a thing as both of them were just looking at the big screen as if watching everything evolved into something completely different. Bruce didn't say a thing when Jason finally moved away from the big screens; he only glanced at the brown paper bag before turning his attention to something completely different.

“Have you talked to Damian lately?” The question just hung in the air after Jason opened his mouth.

Bruce couldn't face him. No, perhaps that was the wrong word to use. Bruce couldn't bear to look at his biological son in the eyes and knowing that his son - Damian - had something to hide from him. That Damian, the son he loved, was old enough to actually hide something from his own father and acted like nothing ever happened. These were the reasons why he couldn't even talk to his own son. Though he had secretly visited his son during his sleep, he knew it was different than actually talking to him as father and son.

Jason saw the look in Bruce’s face. The apologetic look of a father for not doing what he was supposed to do - an apologetic look of not knowing what to do. He didn't pressed him further. No, Jason wasn't that heartless to begin with and even if he wanted to do it, he would have done it a lot earlier than just stretching the long waited silence of doom.

“Dickie and Timmy pressed him into talking but they failed,” Jason paused and looked at the expression Bruce made before continuing again. “Damian cried when Dick kept asking him. Told Dickie that he would tell him when the time is right or he's ready.”

“But, he's not ready to tell us anything yet.” Bruce firmly said like he was declaring the truth everyone needed to know.

Jason quietly nodded his head as he walked back toward Bruce’s direction. He dug something from the brown bag he had been holding on before handing it to the old man. Bruce was surprised when Jason had actually tried to make an effort for Damian; but for him to actually support Bruce to rekindle the strain relationship he had with Damian, it was something uncalled for.

“He enjoyed the first novel of this trilogy,” Jason explained. “Thought he might enjoy the second and third novels as well.”

Bruce just looked at the novels on his hand. Two novels from the modern and well-known suspense fiction writer of Stephen King. Praise for Mr. Mercedes, he read and continued, and Finder’s Keeper, on the back of End of Watch - the newest book.

Bruce smiled as he noticed the word ‘Detective’ written on the back of the novel. He didn't know that Damian was reading the first book of the trilogy, but he surely loved suspense and many different kind of genres.

“Thank you, son.” His voice was low, grateful, if that didn't convince anyone, then his smile would. “I'll give this to him tomorrow, maybe it will open him up.”

“No worries, old man,” Jason replied. “I'm staying for the night. Don't stay up too late, B.”

With that Jason walked away from the cave to the stairs that led toward the manor. He made a mental note of dropping some perishable stuffs in the kitchen for Alfred to make one of his infamous delicious pancakes and cupcakes. It was a longshot but maybe, just maybe, it would brighten up the little kid’s face from the tension the whole family seemed to give him.

Jason laughed at himself for a reason - a reason that he would never thought he could give. He cared about the kid. He actually gave a fuss about him suddenly withdrawing himself from the role he was supposed to play as. Maybe Jason was actually surprised that he cared about something and someone.

Regardless of that, all he wanted was for the kid to be like he was before. Just Damian Wayne being the Damian Wayne he had always been.

He had finally fallen asleep. It was already dawn when he did, and he was stressing to himself just how much a sleep could make a difference for him. The difficulty of falling asleep never bothered him. It never did until he had seen exhaustion washing his little brother away like the sand swept away by the ocean. The moment exhaustion came to his littlest brother, he couldn’t get away from it and just flown with it as if he never had the intention of ever fighting it at all.

Yet, Tim knew Damian was never the one to actually get exhausted easily. He was never the one to just rest right away when he was tired, unless he was really exhausted to the bone. Now, Damian took a lot of rest time for a reason no one could comprehend. Tim saw him all around the house just for resting. Many times he found Damian sleeping it off inside his room with his giant dog and loyal cat accompanying him. However, there were times when he found him lying on the ground of the most unused library of the manor. He was just lying on the floor as if he had fainted and hadn't woken up from it.

Titus and Alfred were always there like a loyal and quiet companions they were. The giant dog always curled around him, resting its head on the left side of his master’s chest as if checking his master’s heartbeat while Damian slept off his exhaustion. Alfred the cat would be there too. Sometimes, he would call out to anyone in the house and leading them to where his master’s sleeping. Often times, Tim was the one who always found him and the cat always walked ahead of him to direct him to where their boy was sleeping. He didn't really do anything about Damian other than covering him with blanket after picking him up from the carpeted-floor to his bedroom. He was even surprised that Damian didn't wake up from the noises he, Titus, and Alfred’s made.

It never bothered him that Damian slept really easily, but it bothered him of how easily exhausted Damian was.

Tim grunted by the moment he woke up from his not-so-night sleep. He stretched his arms and looked at the mess his bedroom had become as he passed out by working himself through-and-through. Papers were scattered all around his bed onto the floor along with two other files that were still intact on the bedside table. Tim sighed; looking at all the mess his bed had become before he scrambled through the bed to get out from the mess he made. Alfred would be furious, he knew and took off the shirt and pants he wore before throwing it to the pile of laundry inside the bathroom.

He stumbled his way into the tub to take a shower, turned on the water and let the water washed away the sleepiness that was still in his brain. The cold water felt good on his skin; it awaken him from the tiredness he had felt from working hard last night. Tim breathed in and out slowly, calming his mind then he heard someone knocking on the door of his bedroom. He also heard his name was called by an older and raspy voice of the butler of the house.

“Master Timothy?”

“Be out in a minute, Alfred.” Tim said as he quickly washed off. He knew Alfred would clean his messy bedroom and at least, turning it into a proper room for humans to stay in.

Tim dried himself off as he walked into the walk-in-closet to get his clothes. A simple white shirt and black short pants were what he chose as he was not going to the office for any meetings or work. He threw the towel to the pile of laundry. Alfred was going to take from his bathroom, and it was probably laundry day for Alfred, the only reason the butler waited until Tim finished his shower.

“Sorry for the mess, Alfred,” Tim walked out from the closet, turned the knob of his bathroom door to unlock it. “I’ll clean it up as soon as possible.” The butler smiled at the statement as he went inside to take the laundry bag off from the room.

“I’m sure you will clean it up, Master Tim.”

Tim smiled, headed toward the bed to take some of the pile and place it on the table. It was quiet. No one really talked then, they focused on cleaning up the papers that were scattered everywhere. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but there was a tension in the silence that Tim dislike.

“What are we having for lunch, Alfred?” Tim asked, hands filled with piles of paper that were ready to be transported to the cave. “I'm starving.”

The older man smiled back as he handed the two unopened files back to Tim’s hands.

“Master Jason made blueberries pancakes for breakfast, the leftovers are in the fridge if you would like some,” Alfred said, adding to Tim’s surprised since Jason had rarely came back to the manor. “I have made almond salad and beef lasagna for lunch. Master Jason has also prepared vanilla pudding and ice cream for everyone.”

Tim nodded at the explanation. He wondered the reason for Jason’s visit but never asked Alfred for it.

He figured he didn't need an explanation. Why bothered to ask one now?

“I will head down now, Master Tim. Lunch should be ready in a few minutes.”

“Damian?”

Alfred turned, looked at him from the door, and smiled. His hands were occupied with Tim’s laundry bag and some files ready to be moved to the cave.

“Master Damian should be in his room,” Alfred paused; taking the clothes on the side chair. “Master Jason was in there for a while before Master Dick came and accompanied him until just now.”

He nodded in acknowledgment. Alfred was almost out the door.

“He should be alone right now.”

The door was shut tight as the older man went on his chores of the day. Tim wondered if Alfred knew anything but decided to save it for later.

Now, he had a new destination to go to.

He was here, in front of Damian’s room. Tim knew Damian was should be awake now since he was already bothered by their older brothers. He knocked and heard the noises of a dog tag along with Titus’ barking at the door as if allowing whoever in front of the door to come in. Yet, the barking was immediately and gently hushed by the person inside the room.

He opened the door; welcomed himself until he saw Damian lying on his bed with his eyes closed.

“Damian?”

No answer.

“Damian,” he called again. “Lunch is ready, and Alfred wants you to go down.”

Still, silence filled the room. Only the quiet jiggle of dog’s tag filled the room along with a slow meow from the cat.

Tim entered the room with Titus and Alfred the cat welcoming him. The big dog walked closer to him, wagged his tail in excitement of someone finally visiting their master again after a short period of quietness. He petted the great dane’s head and closed the door.

“Damian.”

Damian didn't open his eyes, but his breathing was steady.

“Hey,” Tim shook the body; Damian’s was strangely cold for the summer heat. “Lunch is ready. Are you going down to eat?”

Titus whined, catching Tim’s attention, as the big dog walked to Damian’s bedside, kept his head low, and sniffed the carpet like something fell onto the carpet and couldn't be retrieved without human’s help.

Tim walked toward the dog to find papers scattered on the floor and underneath the bed along with its envelope. They were still intact; the papers weren't torn apart, probably just flew from the bedside table. He picked it up, all five pages and organized it accordingly; he also grabbed the envelope and flipped it to see the sender of the mail. Gotham City Hospital was written on the front of the envelope including its address and logo. He didn’t suspect a thing, not until he saw Damian’s name on the top of the page including all other general informations such as age, address, and others.

Tim turned to check on Damian before reading the paper. The babybat was still asleep, breathing steady, and eyes shut tight. He knew this was disrespectful of him, to read something that wasn't his to begin with and to know a disclosed information without its owner knowing. However, if this could explain the sudden change in Damian’s behavior and withdrawal from their vigilante life, then it would be worth it.

It had to be worth it.

The detective read through it, carefully one-by-one as it revealed information about Damian’s blood test in many different detailed ways. Most of them were normal, some were lower than average, yet there were some higher at least by forty to fifty percent. Tim frowned; unable to explain the reason for such a detailed blood test to be performed. He believed that Damian could have asked Alfred to do the blood test, but the result came from an actual laboratory in the hospital.

Not from Alfred.

Titus barked; his innocent eyes looking at Tim as the loyal companion turned to his master’s sleeping body and whines. His paws and head were resting on the bed, probably worried for his master hadn't woken up from the long and too early morning nap.

“Shush…” Tim gently quiet the big dog from making anymore noises while his hands slowly strokes the strong head.

He slowed himself down, unwilling to make any judgments, statements, or predictions with the lack of evidence. Yet, he was trying hard to connect the two dots: Damian’s resignation and the blood test. Maybe, just maybe a little bit too hard.

Tim exhaled before taking in the oxygen to fill his brain with a new dose of patience. The paper was now folded and tucked away in his pocket; he had to discuss this with a certain someone before he could take any further actions.

“Will you keep this a secret, Titus?” The dog turned and gave a low whine, his right paw on Tim’s lap.

Damian didn't show any sign of waking up or even noticing that someone was in his room.

“Don't tell Damian that I'm taking this for a while, okay?” He petted the dog’s head, and Titus wagged his tail again.

Tim stood from the floor, walked toward the door, and left Damian with his companions. He only turned to see Titus sitting on the floor, looking at him, and Alfred the cat curling up on Damian’s right side gently while flopping its tail on his master’s chest.

Damian was still asleep, and Tim noted to himself that this should be brought to Alfred’s attention or Bruce. Tim was never the one to see Damian napping this early in the morning, but he knew someone should, at least, wake him up for lunch.

Tim sighed; he left the room, quietly closed the door with hope that he could talk to Damian about what he had found. But, he knew it would be impossible. There was no way he could talk to Damian about it personally without the whole family figuring it out. After all, their family was notorious for having zero privacy; sometimes for the good of the family.

Titus barked repeatedly at the door while jumping at the doorknob to open the door by himself. It was loud, real loud that it stirred Damian awake from the short nap he was having. He grunted, slightly annoyed that his nap was disturbed by a loud noise that he didn't know how long it had been. The great dane fell silent once the door was opened and a head popped in to see the inside of the room.

“Is everything alright, Master Damian? I heard Titus barking miles from the hallway.”

His eyes were closed but the moment he knew it was Alfred, the tension on his shoulders were gone. He was relieved because he could drop his defense and act in front of the old butler since Alfred was the only one who knew and helped Damian covering everything from his family. The butler disagreed with the idea, but Damian had promised that he would tell everything after he figured out what happened to his own body. So far, Alfred was the most up-to-date with everything about him.

“You may come in, Alfred.” Damian said as he sat down on the bed with his back covering the door. “Everything is fine; Titus’ energy is a little higher in the afternoon.”

“Well then,” Alfred closed the door as he stepped inside with a cup of tea in his hand. “I suggest you take him for a walk later in the afternoon. Today’s temperature is cooler than other days, and the backyard has a stunning view of the sunset.”

Damian smiled; his face was sore but he still smiled though Alfred couldn’t see it.

“Thank you for the information, Alfred,” he heard Alfred placing a cup carefully on his study table. “I will make sure Titus and Alfred get the walk and exercise they need.”

There was always something calming and peaceful when talking to Alfred, and Damian definitely felt it now that he had gone closer with the much older man of the house. He still respected him, of course. But, Alfred was not more than a grandpa for him than to anyone else. His wisdom and care for the family were endless and could not be replaced for anything else. Damian definitely respect and love him for that.

“Well, the lunch is ready, Master Damian.” The sound of Alfred’s shoes were growing closer to his side. “Would you like me to bring it here, or would you rather eat with the family? It’s a full house today. Miss Stephanie, Cassandra, and Miss Barbara are joining us as well.”

He opened his eyes. No, scratched that, Damian was trying to open his eyes when he realized that he failed.

His eyes weren't opening.

No, panicked overcame him.

“Al… Alfred…” Something was wrong, and he didn’t know how to fix it. He was shaking, hands covering his eyes and fingers trying to force his eyelids open. “I… I can’t open my eyes.”

No, no, no, no, no…were the only thing he could scream inside of his mind.

He was fucked. There was no way of going out from the room with this.

“What do you mean, Master Damian?” Alfred knelt on the ground, hands covering Damian’s hands, and gently remove it from the eyes he was hiding it under. His hands gently brushed over the eyelids to take a look at them before doing anything with it.

“Please, please, calm down. You will be fine, sir.” Reassurance, he knew he needed it, especially in times like this. “I will take a look at it. Let me know if it hurts, alright?”

Damian could only nod; his hands were shaking because this had never happened before. It was never this bad, but again he never knew which were the beginning, the bad, the worse, and the end of this changes. Since it happened randomly and truly changed his life, it was never the same anymore. After a couple need of saving from his family in the field and on certain missions, he knew he needed to drop the mantle.

He knew he needed to give up Robin.

Then, everything else related to it.

He was scared to do it at first, but it had to be done. And, he had done it with any possible reasons he could possibly come up with. When he realized there were none at all, he gave up on ever finding one and just came out to the family with it. He had noted to himself to apologize to Tim for creating such misunderstanding; it was probably for the best, for both him and Tim. Since Tim was forcefully removed from Robin by Dick, their relationship had been about nothing but hatred. By doing this, maybe, just maybe, Damian was trying to mend their relationship back.

It was ages ago, but he knew how painful it must had been for Tim. To be forcefully removed, to be thrown aside - just like a rejection.

Alfred continued to message Damian’s eyelids tenderly while applying little pressure to relax the muscle underneath. Damian flinched and gasped a couple times from the pain it brought to him, regardless he didn't stop Alfred from doing his job.

“How is it now?” Alfred asked; his hands withdrew from Damian’s face, allowing Damian to try again. “Are you able to open your eyes, sir?”

He tried again, and no longer panicking since it could also be another reason for his eyes not opening. He took a deep breath and tried for the third times.

Nope, still none.

“No, I tried Alfred but I can’t,” he was pleading. He knew he needed help. “What do I do? What do I do?”

There was desperation in his voice. He was scared; yet when those calming hands covered his, he quiet down all the voices screaming inside of his head.

“They will be looking for me if I don't join lunch. They will find me like this, Alfred.” The grab on Alfred’s hands were tighter; his young master, his own grandson, was afraid of anyone finding his condition. “I can't allow them to see me like this, Alfred. They shouldn't see me in such condition.”

“Shhh…” Alfred’s hands were not holding his anymore, instead they were on the youngest Wayne’s shoulders to straighten him before pulling those chin up to see his face. It was hard to keep himself composed when looking at the child in front of him being so vulnerable, afraid, and scared of his own family knowing his unknown condition. He knew his grandson wanted to have control over everything he could possibly had, especially his body. But, in times like this when his conditions just hit him without a warning, it became harder to cover it from the family.

It became harder because he wanted to break it - Alfred, the one who promised to cover for his grandson, wanted to break their promise. He was getting too old for secrets, yet Damian trusted him for a reason that he would like to believe was wrong. His grandson believed that his family would not understand his condition, would treat him differently, and this was the result: Damian isolating himself from everyone else.

Alfred breathed in and out as he made Damian turned to face him though he couldn’t see him.

“Would you like me to drive you to the hospital? You will need to call the doctor to inform him about this beforehand.”

Alfred asked and continued; his hands were steady though Damian’s hands shivered slightly.

Damian could only nod with his hands holding Alfred’s wrists like a lifeline. The grandpa smiled in returned while hiding a little bit of sadness in the back of his eyes. He knew not to cry or shed tears in times like this.

“I doubt he could see me; however, if I tell him about my condition, maybe he would.” Damian paused as if considering another viable option when his plan should fail.

“Are you considering something, else, Master Damian?”

Damian’s shoulders were tensed again, and he bet Alfred could feel it too. And, God… Damian looked like a child shivering because of everything that was happening.

“I… was considering doctor Thompkins, shall everything else fail.” Another paused as he released his hands from Alfred’s wrists. “She should know a thing or two though I hate going to her like this.”

The glass clattered against the window, allowing them to return back to the reality of everything. He released his grip from the young master’s shoulders as it relaxed again.

“Alright, I shall prepare the car and help you get ready,” Alfred was already standing up and ready to do anything he needed for his grandson. “As for the family, I will tell what they need to know about your absence. Though, I believe they will want to have some times with you after everything.”

Another nod but this time, Titus’s head was on Damian’s lap while Alfred the cat purred beside his right. They were there the moment they saw the butler stood up to do something else. They were there because they could feel their master’s remorse and pain, yet there were nothing they could do but to comfort him according to their ways.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I apologize for including you into this...mess, Alfred. But, I thank you for helping me. Keeping this safe from the family. Thank you.”

His heart stopped beating and just swelled with love and affection for the boy in front of him. He was crying; there were tears flowing from his eyes but he silently wiped it away because he knew his grandson would worry. And, worry was the last thing he wanted Damian to feel right now, especially worrying about him.

He wrapped his hands around Damian and pulled him in for a hug. The hug only tighten when Alfred felt the shivers coming from the boy. He kissed his grandson's forehead and hair before muttering words of reassurances and promises.

“You will be fine, my boy. You will be fine.” He felt Damian turned to hide his face in his shoulder. “I’ll inform the family once you are in the car and ready to go, does that sound good?”

Damian sobbed, and Alfred’s heart was heartbreaking because the urges of breaking the promises were there again. Yet, he quiet those urges down until they became silence.

“Yes, I’m sorry for crying. Would you help me get ready?” The younger man wiped his tears away. Alfred could hear Titus whining beside him as if feeling his master’s pain. “It’s hard to get ready when I can’t see anything in front of me.”

Alfred smiled as he took his handkerchief to wipe the small droplets of tears on his face.

“Do not apologize for showing emotions, Master Damian. And, I will help you get ready, and going down the stairs after I have prepared the car in front.”

Damian smiled before muttering the last,

“Thank you, Grandfather.”

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“Like a psychopath”

I am so sick. So unbelievably sick. I wake up choking on thickened topographies of yellow. There’s magma in me. Sulfur.

I was sick in late-November/early-December too. It’s not unheard of for me to get sick in the winter, but this year I’m concerned about my aorta. There’s an aneurysm at its root that’s always been present but is approaching the size needed to get the surgery to correct it, which is very likely to increase my lifespan. I’ve been spending the better part of the year deciding whether I was going to get the surgery, when American society and culture can be so hellish and unnecessarily cruel. I have decided to get the surgery. With this cold I hope I last till the surgery date: there are the dread “flu-like” symptoms that accompany a dissection that I’m worried about. There’s no fever though, just the severe mucus discharge, post-nasal drip. The developing cough. The aches. The weakness. But there is no fever. There is no fever. The cold is worse than the one that I had earlier this month; I spent yesterday in bed, reading, resting. Waiting.

There are three, but only two of them are talking.

It’s actually difficult to write when sick. I’ve been attracted to lying in bed. I’m not even going to walk my dog today. I love my dog. He’s a dachshund and he’s cute and cuddly and seems to know that I’m not feeling well. This is the first time I’ve been so sick I don’t want to get out of bed in over a year. No desire to actually move through physical reality. None whatsoever.

There’s still oatmeal to eat. Then I go back to bed. I’m lazy. It’s okay to be lazy. I wonder if anyone’s reading this. My journal. That I keep online. When I kept it on facebook I’d get likes and comments from people I used to know intermittently. There was an intermittence to the timing of said likes and comments. They stopped coming. I deleted my facebook account. Here there are no expectations. I expect no one to like my posts. Or even read them, really, though it would be nice. It would be nice for some non-verbal communication.

So, it takes about 2 weeks to recover from a flu. If it’s the flu. A flu, which I think it is. So far I’ve drunk more water today than I think I have for many days. My throat is sore so it discourages the consumption of fluids. Solids too, for that matter. I’ve started reading a novel by Don Delillo. His style has rubbed off on me. Spiritual frotting. I like his spirit penis rubbing on me via his externalized intellect. Reading a book is to a large extent for me a sexual act, like writing a book. I cuddle with my favorite authors. I read them in the bed.

The book is Libra, a fictionalized account of the life of Lee Harvey Oswald and the Kennedy assassination. I’m almost nostalgic for the worldview: my mom’s family were ethnic Italian-American Catholic Democrats who were in awe of Kennedy as any Catholic in that era was, the absolute unquestioned Golden Age of American Catholicism, the 40s, 50s and 60s, where everyone has a theory about Kennedy’s assassination. My mom married a Republican Protestant, converted and so now when I read a book from someone enamored enough of the 60s political era and especially from the Catholic point of view it’s like I’m being let back into my mom’s family who used to live close together when I was growing up but who have now scattered across the country. It’s like I’m still watching football with them in the living room, living off second hand smoke.

I haven’t read a book in many months, basically since I started hosting the writers’ group. I’m going to discontinue it; last night I sent an email to the two people who come most often and asked them if they want to take it over. They haven’t responded yet. I’ve become weak with a cold. It’s a cliche. I’m Lemuel Gulliver. Now I stay in the house, ill and having decided to get the surgery that will extend my life beyond its natural extent. Is this how weak I’m going to be after the surgery? It takes a few months to recover from it. It’s unfortunately located in an area where non-invasive stent technology hasn’t been developed yet to address the kind of aneurysm I have. Just four days ago I wasn’t this weak. This is a cold. A flu. That is what’s happening.

Black hair. One thing I learned about white people with black hair going out attending meetups is that we’re put on trains, figurative trains of thought that lead to our destruction in physical reality. It was like everyone knew my story before I did. The people I met were nearly completely divorced from the Western philosophical tradition/cannon. With one exception they knew nothing of the broader high arts tradition. They were imminently popular, anti-intellectual and thought only the body existed. Social justice is a falsehood. I missed listening to the radio. I missed living my beautiful life, broke yet productive and reading.

Guns and flowers. Guns and flowers are what I kept thinking about. It was the train I kept finding myself on, along with trees. “You lumberjack, you.” Was I supposed to cut down his house? There was no synchronous event with the neighbor yesterday on the dog walk. His house was still after I looked at his facebook page. The dog didn’t bark. He was challenging me and I didn’t want to be challenged. He was doing it for months. I know what happened: the social pattern with the light-brown haired is that when a light brown haired woman *imagines* an offense that I’ve perpetuated on her, a light brown haired guy comes to exact retribution from me in *reality*. Both he and his wife have light brown hair. She saw me outside her house walking my dog with a flashlight after dark. Did I scare her? I was walking my dog, is what I was doing. The next time I saw the guy he was wearing a miner’s helmet that he shined in my face and started screaming “WHOA!” He hasn’t worn the miner’s helmet since, but not long after I started to lift heavier weights and I hurt my back. Permanently. Spelunking and Aspen. An avalanche. Some days every step I’m in pain. My hard-won exercise severely curtailed. He feels guilty for it. I know he feels guilty for it. I know it was premeditated trickery, that he had every intention of not letting live and let live -- that’s why I say that he taught me it’s impossible to live and let live, because he tricked me and I know he feels guilty for it. How do I know this? Because I found myself in perfect timing with him again. It kept happening. For a couple years it happened. I’m not saying that I wasn’t crazy when he met me. I’m not saying he offered to talk to me and I couldn’t look him in the eye because I was crazy. I’m not saying I didn’t want to talk to him, but that I knew we weren’t compatible because of how social he is and I was cloistered in a house in this very subdivision in my teens, not being to youth group at church and instead being told that I should be grateful for the Hollywood movies my parents got me to watch. I thought it was because of my deformity, though anyone living that life is going to think there’s something wrong with them. I knew we weren’t compatible because he lived and was living the life I’d dreamed of living but was told I couldn’t, and I was envious and still am envious of him, and I didn’t want to taint his life with my envy. But I don’t think I deserved to be tricked. Again, how do I know he feels guilty for tricking me? I had and still have no intention of killing him or his family. But there was a synchronous situation where I was approaching his house while I was walking my dog on Halloween, and his car approached from the other direction full of children, and when it parked in the driveway I watched as told his family to just stay in the car and wait until I’d walked away before they got out. That’s how I figured out that he tricked me, and how I know he feels guilty for it, because he was afraid enough of my presence on the street . And recently, the same thing happened -- the same thing happened, where I didn’t *really* offend a light brown haired girl, but a light brown haired guy took a real sort of retribution on me for an imagined offense on the light brown haired girl.

I admit to huge spikes in blood pressure after he tricked me; just seeing him and sometimes even thinking about him cause huge spikes in my blood pressure after I hurt my back. But it was the incident on Halloween where his guilt was on display; the thought never even crossed my mind, though I realized he was afraid of me and the possible harm I could do to his family. But the thought never crossed my mind.

So, there’s revenge to consider. I’m not going to kill him, but there are other ways to take revenge that are more subtle. The question is: how? How is a resolution. Maybe this is the very thought he had with his wife. I did want to talk to them, but I didn’t know how. I don’t think I deserved revenge. I didn’t do anything to them, and it wasn’t till after I hurt my back that I started acting like an actual stalker. Some part of me knew, but I withheld judgment until I saw him display his feelings of guilt, and the pattern repeated with another light brown haired opposite sex couple.

Anyway, I keep a vegetable garden in my front yard. Maybe I’ll just keep a flower garden and put gun decorations in the pots, turn the pots into large train figurine on a track with compartments. Lighter haired whites are a problem. I can’t just live and let live with them. His entire family is now subjects of my novel. They’re all going to be characters. He created a stalker, is what he did -- he wanted a stalker, and so I’m going to give him one. I wasn’t stalking him for two years, but he was shouting stuff at me in passing on the street. So, he has a stalker. They’re apparently in Richmond right now, so that’s why there was no synchronous event with him and his house. We’re spiritually connected. He can tell when I look at his facebook page. Maybe I’m haunting them right now. It was my fault I was too crazy to talk to them when they were trying to talk to me, but I don’t think I deserved revenge for being mentally ill.

If anyone’s reading, have you ever become your stalker’s stalker? I’m not saying that I wasn’t really insecure and going through a mental illness, I’m not saying that I didn’t want to talk to him. But I did communicate that I was trying to live and let live. He was stalking me, but now I’m stalking him. His stalking drove me so crazy that I became *his* stalker. But he started it, so it’s a paradox.

I’m going to go lie down now.

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