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blu-joons · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: He Finds Out Another Member Used To Be Your Bias

Jin:

His smile grew when he found your old notepad in your bedroom at home, it was one of the old BTS books from their debut, yet as he turned the first page, he saw Hobi’s name written in the middle, with a heart around it.

“So, you used to like Hobi then?”

Your eyes widened when you saw what he found, snatching it from him, “I wouldn’t say I liked him, but he was my favourite at the start, I loved watching him dance on the stage.”

“I was the best dancer,” he argued, watching as your eyes rolled at him, “am I your favourite now, or do you still wish I were Hobi?”

You smirked across at him, “you know that you’re my favourite, Hobi was just a phase, I wanted to be a dancer just like he was, but now I want to be just like you.”

“You want to dance like me?” He teased, wrapping his arms around you, “can we please take this notebook to the studio next time we go.”

“Absolutely no way, the boys cannot find out about this,” you warned, snatching it from him, “they won’t ever let me forget about it.”

“I won’t let you forget.”

Yoongi:

He frowned as he read through some of your old tweets that the fans had found and sent him, they were from a good couple of years ago, bringing a smile to his face, turning to face you with a big grin on his face.

“Did you always thank Kookie was fit?”

You looked across at him in confusion, taking the phone that he handed across to you, reading through the tweets. “How did you manage to find them? They’re so old.”

“Fans sent then,” he chuckled, “I always knew you and Jungkook got on, but now I know why you look him so much, clearly it’s his good looks and sweet smile.

Your eyes rolled, cringing as he spoke, “please don’t read them out, you know that they were never intended for now, I never thought I’d date one of you guys.”

“It must hurt that I’m not Jungkook,” he continued to tease, watching your head shake as you tried to comfort him. “Stuck with Yoongi instead.”

“You know that’s not true, I’m with you because you’re much fitter than Jungkook, and your gummy smile is always my favourite smile.”

“If you say so jagi.”

Hoseok:

As soon as you showed him the old box of BTS merch you had from concerts, his eyes landed on the old plush you owned from the BT21 collection, Hobi picked it up, throwing it in the air to capture your attention.

“Let me guess who was your favourite?”

Your head shook, “all the Mang toys had sold out so I had to buy a Chimmy instead, if a Mang was there to buy, I would have got it straight away, because you’re my favourite.”

“So, it’s not that you used to prefer Jimin?” He joked, throwing the toy across the room, “if you wanted a Mang, you should have just asked me.”

You crawled across the room to grab the toy, “I think it would be a bit weird if I asked you now for one of your toys when I’m dating you, don’t you think?”

“It would stop you having a Chimmy,” he groaned as you took a hold of the toy, bringing it back, “I’m definitely getting you a bigger Mang plush to get rid of this thing.”

“If it would make you feel better, bring me a Mang,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I promise it will be my favourite.”

“It better be your favourite.”

Namjoon:

He couldn’t believe what he saw when you based him the photo, it was from a fansigning many years ago of you and Taehyung, it was clear you’d been crying with excitement, whilst he smiled anxiously by your side.

“This might be my favourite photo ever.”

Your eyes rolled, “I used to love Taehyung, I didn’t want to talk to any of you aside from Taehyung, I’m pretty sure I even asked the staff if I could skip all of you and just see Tae.”

“I’ve never felt so under appreciated in my life,” Joon laughed, recreating your expression in the photo, “do you think Taehyung remembers this?”

Your head shook rapidly, “I hope he doesn’t, and there is no way you’re showing him either. That photo is from a long time ago, things are very different now.”

“They better be, if you still liked Taehyung better than me, there’s no way I’d still be here,” he joked, feeling your arms wrap around him tightly.

“You’re my favourite member of BTS now, by far, nothing will change that,” you assured him, “you’re much better than Taehyung.”

“Damn right I’m better.”

Jimin:

When Jimin appeared at your door, your heart stopped, you let him in, knowing exactly what was in your living room. He stopped when he saw a poster of Jin laid out across the floor, turning to you to try and explain.

“What’s this all about?”

You sighed, “I was going through some of my old merchandise, and came across this, I couldn’t remember who was on it, so I unravelled it and then remembered buying it at my first concert.”

“Back when Jin was your bias,” he teased, snaking his arms around your waist, “don’t worry, I don’t mind, I hope you were throwing it out though.”

You nodded, turning back to face him, “I thought Jin might like it, he likes things like this with his face on to admire, might cheer him up a bit too.

“Don’t tell him that it’s yours though, he won’t ever let me forget it if he finds out you used to be his bias,” he requested, pressing several kisses to your cheek.

“It’s a secret, I’ll tell him a fan gave it to me to pass on,” you assured him, watching as the smile on his face grew.

“You’re the best, thank you.”

Taehyung:

You told him to open up your laptop to find something to watch, he did as he was told, only as he opened up your laptop, he found an old folder you had, titled Yoongi. He was intrigued but didn’t want to go behind your back.

“What’s in your Yoongi album on here?”

It was something you’d completely forgotten about, turning around to face him, “don’t open it, it’s no big deal, just pretend you’ve not just seen it.”

“It can’t be that big of a deal, I’ll just have a look,” he smiled, knowing exactly what was going to be in the folder, and all about Yoongi being a former bias of yours.

You shook your head, “don’t you dare Kim Taehyung, you think you’re being funny, but it’s not, you know that you’re just winding me up right now.”

“Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t open it,” he spoke, opening up Netflix instead, “don’t worry, I know I’m your bias now, and that’s what matters to me.”

“You are my favourite, Yoongi is my second favourite,” you told him, “now can you just pick something for us to watch?”

“I’m already on it.”

Jungkook:

Introducing Jungkook to your family was terrifying, they were all staring across at him, from the moment he walked in they were trying to figure things out, you knew something was wrong, you just didn’t know what it was.

“Is everything alright with you both?”

Your mum smiled, “when you told us your boyfriend was in BTS, we were expecting to see that Namjoon guy here, we didn’t realise that you’d moved on from him to Jungkook.”

“Mum!” You shrieked in horror, turning to face Jungkook, “I told you ages ago I was with Jungkook, Namjoon was just a phase when I was only a fan.”

She nodded her head, “sorry darling, I don’t know much about all these bands anymore, the name Namjoon just stuck with your father and I.”

“I knew something was wrong, you actually thought I was going to bring Namjoon home?” You asked, as they both nodded, making you feel terrible.

Jungkook took a hold of your hand, “don’t feel awkward, it’s funny really that your parents thought I would be Namjoon.”

“I am so sorry Kook.”

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chaoticowlpost · 4 years

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Camera Shy

Ever since Harry’s gotten into photography as a recreational hobby, he’s found that he actually has a great interest in observing people.

And his favorite person to observe? Draco Malfoy.

As he has been for the past few years.

The only problem was that Draco had learned to be very adept at noticing just the slightest movements when it came to Harry’s camera, moving just in time to evade, if not ruin, the shot.

“Seriously, Harry?” Draco groaned on the floor after diving out of the bed just in time to miss the light flash of the camera. “I was reading.”

“I know,” Harry grinned. “And you looked very handsome.”

“You know I don’t like pictures,” his boyfriend huffed. “Isn’t that album full of unsolicited pictures enough already?”

Harry knew, of course, why Draco didn’t like having his picture taken. He opened up about it not long after Harry had began taking discreet photos of his boyfriend when given the opportunity. It was just unfortunate that he wasn’t as discreet as he had hoped.

“No,” Harry said, still grinning. “And it’s just me, you know. I’d never hurt you with them.”

Draco developed a strong aversion to having his photo taken when the war was over. They were often done for news articles to feature the ‘disgraced Malfoy child’, which only resulted in him receiving hoards of howlers after each paper.

Harry, of course, understood why he’d be paranoid whenever he heard a sudden shutter of a camera, but he just wished that Draco would feel safe enough around Harry to know that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, and that the pictures were for them.

The Slytherin eyes him suspiciously before crawling back onto the bed, settling himself comfortably between the many pillows he had brought into his room.

“I know that,” Draco eventually responded softly. “I just... don’t understand why you’d want to keep taking pictures of me. With the amount you take, I’m bound to look ugly in some of them.”

His tone was light, like he was trying to make a joke, but Harry was also aware of his mild insecurity when it came to.... well, when it came to anything about himself, really.

Since he was no longer the little prince of Slytherin, and not everyone worshiped the ground he walked on anymore, the amount of people insulting him outweighed those who actually saw the good aspects of Draco. This, as a result, meant that the insults were finally getting to him.

Now, the only other perspective he’d see himself from most often was the news articles that try to paint him in the worst light while using ill-timed pictures, as if the lies they wrote weren’t good enough.

If only he’d finally give in and take a look at Harry’s scrapbook, he’d see the man Harry fell in love with.

He would see how studious and intelligent he was with the amount of library pictures Harry was able to gather, the bright and animated way he told stories while their friends enjoyed listening on, the little smile he had when something interesting happens in his books, the brilliant grace he managed to maintain on a broom, and so much more.

“I don’t think you’d ever be able to pull off ‘ugly’,” Harry said casually, flipping through the photos in his camera. He saw Draco shift stiffly in his spot, eyes averted to the ground with a small frown on his face.

Harry felt himself soften as he empathized with his boyfriend, crawling over to where he was seated and pulling Draco closer, resting his thighs above Harry’s own and letting them wrap around him while Harry’s looped around Draco.

“And you honestly want to know why I want to have so many pictures of you? Hell, of our friends, even?” Harry asked sincerely, searching Draco’s eyes. He took a second to appreciate the soft, pink color that washed onto Draco’s features before continuing.

“It’s because I don’t have a lot of pictures of my parents,” Harry said honestly, observing the surprise that shone in Draco’s eyes. “I don’t have many with the people I’ve lost, like Remus and Sirius.”

“I want to have something to look back on that reminds me of the people that mean a lot to me. I want to always have those memories,” Harry continued, trying to stop himself from tearing up.

Even though they were alone in their room, Harry spoke softly, leaning his forehead against Draco’s while his thumb caressed his hip.

“Oh,” Draco breathed. “I didn’t- I hadn’t really... thought about it that way.”

“It’s fine,” Harry shrugged, giving Draco a small smile. “It was just something I wanted to do.”

Draco went quiet for a few seconds, his eyes darting everywhere except Harry’s face despite the fact that their heads were pressed against the other’s. Eventually, he took a breath and made eye contact with Harry, and that was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

“You know,” Draco started, and Harry listened intently. “I just realized something.”

“And what might that be?” Harry inquired, focusing on the way Draco’s shirt felt under his thumb as he continued to move over it.

“We don’t have a picture together. Just the two of us,” Draco pointed out, his blush returning with a shy smile.

“Well, now that you mention it,” Harry felt his face split into a large grin. He leaned away from Draco’s body to reach behind him for his abandoned camera, reshuffling their bodies so that he could sit next to Draco.

“Smile,” he said, facing the camera lens towards themselves. He wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist and pressed their bodies as close as possible before snapping a picture.

Without even bothering to see how the shot came out, he took more photos in quick succession, each as he leaned in closer to place a kiss on Draco’s cheek before turning his face to place a tender kiss on his lips.

And when he reviewed the photos that night, he realized that it was in those photos with Harry where Draco’s smile was brightest.

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dustofbrokenheart · 4 years

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The Covenant Halloween Party Imagines

Caleb

He will pick a conventional costume, nothing too flashy. A doctor costume, complete with blue scrubs, a white overcoat, and a stethoscope, practically screams Caleb Danvers.

But will agree to do a couple’s costume with you. Just let him know what you have planned and he’ll make sure to get it ready by the big party.

Caleb picks you up in his cool Mustang to take you to the party and gives you a simple flower bouquet. He gives you gifts all the time but you still become giddy whenever you get one.

Once you’re settled in the car, he leans over the center console to give you a tender kiss, his fingers caressing your cheek. You hold hands the entire drive over.

At the party you plan to hit up the snacks and drinks first, but, being the popular boy that he is, Caleb is stopped every couple of steps by someone that wants to talk to him.

He looks at you with apologetic eyes with every new stop and you lean into him reassuringly each time. Sometimes you wished he was a little more anonymous around, but you tried not let it bother you—you knew what you were getting into when you guys got involved.

Finally, the food is within reach and Caleb makes sure to pile your plate high with what you tell him to grab. It’s chips, dips, cucumber chunks, and fruit pieces galore.

Some chairs open up and Caleb and you book it over there before anyone else can snag them.

You two take your time snacking, commenting on what other party goers are doing around you.

“Wow! Look at that make-up job! It’s gorgeous,” you gush while looking at someone with silver stars painted on their face. “Not as gorgeous as you,” Caleb assures. You shove some cucumber in his mouth to shut him up before he can make you more flustered.

After the plates of snacks are finished, you walk around looking for the next thing to do.

You pull Caleb to a stop when you see a game of Jenga in process in the corner. Caleb and you exchange a look and immediately go over to wait for the start of a new game.

When it’s your turn, you pull the block out with the utmost concentration, your tongue sticking out and your brow furrowed. Caleb goes next and when he also pulls a block out successfully, you cheer your loudest to show support for your boyfriend.

The rounds continue and the tower slims down block by block. On Caleb’s last turn he chooses a risky piece, saying, “Go big or go home.” The tower immediately rumbles and his hand is surround by fallen blocks.

Onlookers give him crap for it, but he takes it like a good sport. You hook your chin over his shoulder and while stroking his shoulders whisper in his ear, “Guess it’s time for us to go home then.”

Pogue

He’s comfortable showing skin, but he also isn’t the type to spend money on a costume. He will try to pull something together from what he already has at home. Grabs jeans and leather chaps to pair with a cowboy hat and calls it good—no shirt or jacket needed.

Much like Bon Jovi, Pogue rides a steal horse and will pick you up on his sweet Ducati bike, so hope that you are wearing something that will be comfortable to ride in for your own sake.

How is it possible for him to feel hot to the touch when it was an October night in Massachusetts and he wasn’t wearing anything up top?

When you arrive, Pogue parks the bike and helps you off. Wrapping his bare, heavy arm around your shoulder, you head inside together.

He takes the lead and acts as a shield between you and the rest of the crowd. He keeps his arm around you. Everyone at the Academy knows you two are an item but Pogue knows how some of the other classmates are, so this way he can keep any creeps from bothering you.

Pogue complains when he finds out the only thing there to eat s candy corn. Not a fan. But he will go to get the drinks after you’re situated with a seat. Before he leaves, he takes off the cowboy hat and places it on your head. It doesn’t match your costume at all, but you learned early on that he loves seeing you wear his stuff, so you’re not phased at all.

He’s gone for a while, so you figure he must have run into someone he knows. Suddenly, someone else joins you at your table. You feel a little awkward since you don’t know this guy, but he doesn’t seem drunk or rowdy, so you allow it.

That may have been a mistake because even though he doesn’t try engaging you in conversation, he keeps staring at you. Blatant looks that he doesn’t bother hiding. It is terribly uncomfortable.

Pogue must have read you mind because he returns to you just as you were starting to squirm. He immediately notices the unwanted guest and sizes him up. “Hey babe, everything cool?”

He doesn’t even have to speak to the other guy to confront him—Pogue’s stare is enough to scare anyone.

You sigh in relief as Pogue now takes the empty seat. “Thanks,” you say, leaning into his bare chest. “Any time,” he responds with a kiss to your temple.

The two of you drink and talk at the table. Both of you stick to beer knowing that the hard stuff would be a bad idea given that you have to leave on a motorcycle.

At one point someone tries to drag Pogue to join the costume contest that was taking place. They swear that his cowboy look is a shoe-in to win (and a clear thirst trap, you think to yourself) but he wants to part of it. For a guy confident in his looks, he isn’t interested in parading himself around.

Later on, you hear one of your favorite songs start to play over the speakers and start dancing from the comfort of your chair. Pogue smirks over at you. “If you wanna come dance on my lap, I won’t say no.” Your face burns in embarrassment. But you do end up in his lap by the end of the night.

Reid

Will definitely do a bros couple costume with Tyler. Is there a more perfect choice than doing Ghostface from Scream? It’s scary, simple, and there were two killers canonically in the original!

You plan to meet him at the party and when you get there he makes you guess which Ghostface is him. Gives himself away because he asks you in person, immediately revealing his voice, and the fact that he’s the one on the left.

Reid is one of those people that look ridiculous when trying to be cool and suave, but pull it off flawlessly when they aren’t.

When you giggle behind your hand at his goof up he removes his mask. He scratches his neck and rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t that funny, princx.”

To put him at ease you go over and squeeze his hand. He accepts your nonverbal apology and squeezes back.

Leading you deeper into the house his first course of action is to get you something to sip on. He’ll let you choose whatever, but if you can’t decide, he’ll mix something yummy for you.

The alcohol loosens you up and you drag him out to the dance floor because you want to dance with your man. Reid will indulge you for a song or two before pulling away. Dancing isn’t really his thing.

He has no problem letting you do your thing while he does his. He stays close though, in case you need back-up dealing with a pushy party goer.

The second someone tries getting touchy with you, to the point that you have to shove them away from you, that person suddenly start vomiting all over themselves. Before you can question what just happened, Reid is there to whisk you to the corner where he’s in the middle of a game of darts.

You act as his personal cheerleader and go crazy every time he throws.

Even though he’s paying more attention to you, and frequently sneaks in kisses that leave you breathless, he manages to smoke the other players. They all grumble but hand over $20 each before starting another round.

“Reid, that’s way too much money, especially for a party game! Give the money back,” you insist. “Sorry, Y/N, but a bet’s a bet.” You raise your eyebrow stiffly and he gives in, complaining the whole time.

As a reward for his good behavior, you curl your finger at him and drag him to an empty room where you two spend the rest of the party, lips locked and bodies pressed tightly together.

Reid is in nirvana and contemplates other ways to get rewarded like this.

Tyler

Does a bros couple costume with Reid. Quickly persuaded by Reid to go along with the Ghostface idea.

Unless, of course, you have your heart set on doing a couples costume with him. Because then he dismisses Reid’s idea and is behind you 100%.

Tyler arrives and you rush to open the door, eager to show off your part of the costume in person. He melts when you spin around your porch so he can fully appreciate the look. You take a few cute photos of you guys together and then head to the Hummer.

You are not surprised to see Reid in the car too, but it is surprising that he isn’t at the wheel. Tyler gives you a jokingly wounded face. “Come on, Y/N, I can be tough with him when I need to.”

The Hummer pulls up to the party and Tyler opens the door, holding out his hand to help you out of the car. Tyler shoos Reid away so you two can enjoy your date night.

He’s actually the one that asks you to dance. You’re really thankful that he knows you so well—you love to dance but you’re fairly shy and too self-conscious to take the initiative.

You two don’t take yourselves seriously at all which makes dancing even more fun. You do a sock-hop shimmy type of move and Tyler does his best attempt at moonwalking. When Thriller comes on you both lose your minds. Neither of you really know the choreography, but you try you try your best to recreate the moves.

The song ends and you hug, laughing the whole time. There’s no way the moves you pulled out for Thriller can be topped so you exit the dance space.

Tyler and you wander around for a bit, stopping to chat whenever you come across someone you know.

Eventually, you find yourselves outside on the back porch. The energy from inside dies down with the quiet outdoors which inspires a walk through the backyard. It’s the perfect fall night: a luminous full moon, the crunch of fallen leaves, and a chill in the air.

Speaking of chill, your costume is thin enough that you get cold within ten minutes. Tyler notices and plops down at the base of a tree. He pats his lap and you sit in between his legs, your back against his chest.

He rubs his hands up and down your arms and you swear that you start to feel heat spread from his hands to your body. It’s weird, almost like magic.

“You look so good tonight,” he says quietly, “You really do. Thanks for coming with me.”

Tyler always makes your heart race when he starts talking like this. You give him a gentle peck on the lips that turns into something more passionate. But you’re still at a party and before things can escalate too far, you pull away. The two of you were content to sit under the tree, whispering and lost in your own little world.

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years

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Can I request an artist Mc drawing flowers in the garden with Ray?

Ray didn’t expect to find you in the garden when he decided to clear his head from his thoughts and from the way that his vision ate at him when he stared far too long at a blue light.

Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to bother you there when he saw you in a patch of soft grass, your eyes glued to the notebook in your hands and the pencil tapping against the paper with an intense fever to it.

Your gaze flickered from the paper to the patch of flowers in front of yourself off and on, as if you were studying the look and the way that the petals danced in the wind as a gust rolled by. Your hair was tucked back behind your ears and out of the way but the wind still found a way of brushing it back there.

He was captivated by the way you pursed your lip, deeply in a trace, and in your thoughts. Was this what it was like for you? He knew that you were an artist as he had come across photos of what you had done when he had been looking in your profiles and background.

You knew how to paint the world in technicolor and he hadn’t admitted to you that he knew you were an artist quite yet, he wanted you to share that secret with him on your own accord so he would be able to tell you how amazed he was with your talent and how you could create anything purely from your own thoughts.

He could draw but he felt like he couldn’t compare himself to you because you had years of practice and skill on your side whereas he only did it every now and again for fun or to express his emotions. He hadn’t had the time to do that since you had arrived, actually, long before you had come into his life.

His focus was spent on recreating the messaging from the bottom up and getting you here so he hadn’t had the time for things that weren’t in his hands. He had to ensure that the messenger was always working and that that redhead never dared to see his trace hidden behind countless layers of security.

Ray was quiet as he peered at you from afar to get a glimpse of what you were drawing. He could see it, he could see how you managed to make your page feel as though it were alive in front of him. He wondered if you knew just how great you were. It should have been said more, and he wanted to be the one that told you.

You drew in a breath, and paused your pencil against the paper, looking your shoulder to catch a glimpse of his eyes gazing at you. You waved, without a care in the world and he could feel the heat rising on his face. He was always brazen when he made the first move, but when you took it, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

He crossed the path, ever so careful to avoid stepping on the flowers and the weeds underneath his feet. You patted the spot next to yourself and he took his seat on the grass by you. You went back to your work after that, not minding his company at all.

“How long have you been drawing out here?”

“Mmm, a little while. I finished a chat with the AIs and realized that I could see the garden from my room. I hope you don’t mind that I left to get a better view to draw, Ray.”

He hurriedly shook his head. “You’re free to roam the gardens as much as you like,” he murmured. “I’m happy that this was the place that you wanted to visit to practice your work on.”

“I was inspired by one of those flowers you brought me,” your pencil flicked against the paper just a smidge harder as you colored in the darker shades for the shadows. “I wanted to see what they looked like when they were in nature, so I had to come and find them for myself. You were right. They’re prettier when they’re home.”

Ray watched as your tender hand-created life in front of him. “...”

Sure enough, you had drawn the one that he had picked for you for a reason. It reminded him of you and the meaning had been one of longing. Of course, you knew that fact, you always remembered when he whispered meanings.

He could have watched this forever.

You gently nudged him to come in closer, and he rested his head against your shoulder as not at all minding the way that your body gently swayed. He found it to be a melody that he wanted to hang onto. He would try to keep this memory in his mind for those moments he was alone.

He could think about how you smiled as you drew things. He could think of how his heart raced when you pulled him close. He could think about the way that he struggled to stay awake at your side when the sounds of your hums lulled him to a gentle sleep.

“I want to draw every flower you’ve shown me,” your hushed voice stole his heart once more. “And I want to draw even more than that. It’s my one selfish wish, Ray.”

He wanted to make it come true.

He would make it come true.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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What Lance didn’t know was that Keith was also having a hard time focusing solely on the fish. The aquarium part wasn’t hugely fancy. Nice, but a little repetitive with the main attraction being the big tank you went past when you came in. The place used to breed stock for international and domestic populations, with some fish way cooler than others. The sharks were cool. Kids in awe as they came near the glass wall of the tank that arched up and over the walkway. Keith could have totally dick punched a shark of the glass wasn’t in the way. Irrational fear of the glass breaking had him holding his breath until they’d passed from under the tank. Even Lance seemed jumpy as he flinched as the hugest stingray Keith ever seen turned the tunnel black as it passed overhead.

Tank after tank sat alcoved in the walls. The amount of colours and shapes were ridiculous. Everything was amazing, still Lance managed to bombarded his field of vision. Keith wished Lance hadn’t hidden his face away behind sunglasses, he wanted to see Lance’s eyes, see if his boyfriend was mesmerised by all the thousands of fish or if he was hiding his disinterest. He knew his boyfriend loved water. He loved all things ocean related. He also knew Lance was secretly addicted to documentaries. He hadn’t predicted Lance would be caught up watching him in his date plans. God. How was his heart supposed to cope with this? He felt flustered and way too happy to be the centre of Lance’s focus.

Holding Lance’s hand, Keith interlaced their fingers together so Lance couldn’t wander away. Sometimes he swore his boyfriend did it just to scare the crap out of him, and he never wanted to feel the way he had when they’d gone to the shopping centre together. Dragged away from the lower tanks and crowds of families, Keith was off in his own head taking a long moment to realise they’d stopped in front of a recreated set of jaws

“What the fuck is that?”

Meaning the painting behind the jaws that were kind of intimidating as hell with those big fuck off teeth and a whole lot of nope

“It’s the jaw set of a Megalodon. In front of it is the jaw set from a Great White”

Documentaries were one thing. This... was... Keith wasn’t sure how he’d look at the beach again. Megalodons better bloody be dead. There was no way he was letting kids in the water at any beach with those huge bastards swimming around

“You know how I said I’d punch a shark for you... I would, but those teeth...”

Lance snorted at him, his boyfriend tugging his hand free

“I’m the only one who gets to sink their teeth into you... plus, I won’t tell if you punch it. I’m going to punch it”

Keith panicked hard. Punching an exhibit seemed a good way to be booted out

“What?! Babe, you can’t... They’ll kick us out!”

Shrugging him off, Lance waited until no one was close to them before walking over to the set of jaws. Covering his face, Keith didn’t want to look, but that didn’t stop him from peaking through his fingers, watching as Lance punched the lower jaw with all the aggression of a leaf. Grinning at him, Keith realised he’d been had. Lance obviously wouldn’t punch an actual exhibit. Groaning, Keith dropped his hands as Lance covered his toothy smile. What the heck had he been thinking? Why was he acting so totally lame and uncomposed

“You can touch you know. Because it’s not an actual jaw set. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No. You conveniently forgot to. Stand still, I’m going to take a photo and tell Pidge you’re being mean to me”

Moving his hand to his forehead, Lance faked a staggered swoon

“Oh no! Not the Gremlin! How ever can I apologise?”

Talk about dramatic. His boyfriend should have been an actor

“You fear the Gremlin as much as I do”

Keith pulled out his phone to snap a few shots as Lance posed as if scared he was about to be eaten. What an idiot. A big dorky idiot that was his

“I do, but it’s a healthy fear built up over the years and smothered in love”

“Oh, so no love for Hunk?”

“Excuse you. Hunk is the embodiment of sunshine. Now come over here and let’s get a photo together. You can even punch a shark in the mouth”

“I’m not into destroying the displays like you are”

Lance rolled his eyes at him, holding both hands out until Keith finally started moving towards his boyfriend. He’d gotten a good spread of Lance. He’d be screwed if his boyfriend wanted to look back at today’s photos. Ninety-nine percent of his photos were of Lance

“You break into a school once and they never let you forget it. Lotor never did bother clueing us in on that. A bit like how I still have no real idea about Rome”

Posing for photos with Lance, Keith didn’t know what to say about Rome or why they were going back to that again

“Rome is done with”

“I know. I still don’t know much about what happened though. I know. Today’s not the day to ask”

“Nope. I can’t even remember what I’ve told you, but I don’t know how much that matters when the most important outcome is that you’re safe”

“And Curtis is all demony. Do you think he’s stronger than me now?”

Keith stowed his phone away. Curtis shouldn’t have to feel obligated to tell him more than he was ready to. So he hadn’t pushed it

“Maybe. Does he feel different to you? I mean, you can like tell can’t you? About the demon?”

Humming, Lance looped his arm around Keith’s, the pair of them starting to move away from the fake jaws

“A bit. He’s still Curtis though so that’s all I need to know. I’ve given up on me ego being a weirdo. I mean, Matt and Rieva sometimes set it off and that’s whack seeing they’re family”

“Our family is weird as hell”

Lance nodded with a laugh

“Our family is close to hell. Seriously. A vampire who senses death and sees fuzzy things. Pidge who is a raging gremlin with no coffee. A demon from hell. Matt and Rieva are much more powerful under the light of the moon. You’re all dark and broody...”

“What about Shiro?”

Lance’s tone was strained and reaching, words slightly spaced

“He’s got dark hair?”

“That’s all you’ve got?”

“Yep. I know. I’m lame. I don’t know. Sometimes I did want to shake him, but he’s your brother and he’s family. I can see why he’s such a weirdo after meeting the Blades. I can’t imagine a whole bunch of them. It scares me”

That hurt. To Lance they’d always be distant and weird... then again, that was the truth, even if him being a Blade was what brought them together. They’d let a mark be put on his head, he’d always be a case on their files that someday someone might change their minds over

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t have to. How does Hunk work into this?”

“Ummmm... The sun is hot and the flames of hell are? I don’t know. He’s like all the good things in one... Didn’t I tell you I was low on brain cell power?”

Turning to face Lance, Keith pretended to feel for a fever, teasing his boyfriend lightly as he did

“You’re not warm... I think you got away with using that brain power but you should probably give it a rest. I don’t know how to explain to people that your head exploded from thinking”

Lance gaped at him, then huffed as he pouted

“You’re so mean. It’s not my fault. I’m like smart and stuff. It’s happened before”

“Maybe. Maybe not. How will we ever know?”

Lance hummed lightly, before clicking his fingers

“Oh! I’ve got it! If I’m so dumb, why did I choose to spend the rest of my undead life with you?”

Keith shrugged, cheeks warm as he tried to play down how happy he was that Lance had

“I’ve been asking myself since the moment you liked me back. Maybe your dumbness wore off on me?”

“This coming from the guy who thought I’d turned him after he punched me in the mouth. You were such a cute little anger loaf. All broody and pouty...”

Ugh. He’d never ever live that down. Lance would drop it in an instant if Keith asked

“Like you’re any better you idiot crumpet. At least I had my reasons”

Because vampires had been the sworn enemy and had robbed him of the most family like family he’d known. He’d loathed them. Thrown himself in recklessly and nearly lost his life, only have everything he’d taught be wrong

“I know. I’m really glad you opened up to me. This is much nicer than jumping out of windows to avoid you, or rescuing you from would be muggers”

“That happened once”

Did Krolia really count? They hadn’t known it was her soooo maybe?

“Ahem, twice. First at the cinema. Or did you forget my manly attempts to save you”

Keith snorted. Oh. He barely remembered that. He’d been pissed at being forced to move at Lance’s speed

“Manly? I thought you were the biggest moron ever”

“Rude! I was very manly and stuff. You’re breaking my heart”

That was lie, Keith biting back with

“Better than staking your heart”

“Don’t go staking my heart!”

Lance sounded like he was singing something, Keith staring at him blankly

“Elton John? Babe, you do know who that is, right?”

“A singer?”

“Oh babe... oh, my sweet idiot. I have so much to teach you”

“If you say so”

“I do. He is legend. I’m shook. I’m shook and going to need to educate you on the way of Sir Elton”

Of course he knew who Elton John was. He kind of knew the song yet was sure the lyrics didn’t go like that. Keith muttering under his breath

“I’ll shake you”

“Nooo. No shaken vampires. It’d be like shaking one of these tanks. Our little cupcakes are gonna be all swished up”

“Fine. You get a free pass for now. Where do we go next?”

“They’ve got an exhibit on Orcas. Did you know they’re not a whale but a dolphin?”

“Yeah, and that they attack moose. They’re like the family member you don’t invite anywhere”

Lance nodded quickly

“I know, right. Dolphins are supposed to be all cute and then you’ve got killer whales. They’re nasty. Man, jelly fish have the right idea with no brains”

Keith wasn’t about to be “out facted”. Not when he knew stuff about stuff

“Did you know people used to stand in whales like it was a magical cure”

“Well, did you know Moby Dick was based on a real whale named Mocha?”

Keith wanted to protest that one. Mocha was a delicious coffee drink... instead he moved onto his next fact

“Did you know a Blue whale can live up to 90 years?”

“Mhmm. Like how their tongue can weigh the same amount as an elephant. You know people think Nessi is a sturgeon”

“Nessi can’t be explained. Nessi doesn’t need explaining”

“Just like Mothman?”

“Yep. Somethings just are”

“You’d make a cute Mothman. Jumping off balconies and all”

“That wasn’t my fault! I blame Shiro”

“Suuuure. Blame your brother. Let me know how that works out for you”

Keith huffed in defeat. He had no one to blame other than the bottle of tequila

“Whatever. Which way to the Killer Whales?”

“To the left. You know, they can weigh up to 6 tons”

“And that they’re teeth are like 4 inches long. And sharks don’t even like eating humans”

Keith felt kind of smug being able to match Lance fact for fact, until he found himself choking on air as his boyfriend delivered the final blow and Keith without a comeback

“If you want 4 inches, I’ll give you the longest four inches of your life”

Whelp. There was nothing smart he could say back to that. He had nothing. His brain had short circuited and his blood was fast draining down to his other brain. Laughing, Lance tugged him along, Keith stumbling as he let himself be moved. How did he reply to that? He didn’t have a reply for that. Now he was popping a semi in his jeans and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to look at whales the same way ever again.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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Hazy Blazy Days

A/N: Image is not mine, if its yours tell me and ill slap some credit but until then, thanks photo owner! I have been working on this baby for weeks guys. I hope you like it, its literally like The Dream for me, so dont judge me too harshly, I just wanna smoke with my boys! Anyways, Happy 420 to my fellow smokers, I wish you all a good day during this lockdown. Stay safe and I love you all!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Illegal activities [recreational marijuana use]

Songs used: Idolize Stay Afloat Free Your Mind All three of these songs are Immortal Paradox, linked to Spotify. These songs are explicit*

When she woke up she knew it was a hibernate day, shuffling to the kitchen quickly, filling her arms with the things she deemed important. Bottles of water, granola bars and a bag of chocolate chips, various snack cakes, and a large to-go mug of coffee all tucked in her arms as she tried to hurry back to her room.

“Y/n?” Joe called from their shared living room. “Where are you running off to?” She could hear his footsteps getting closer. Joe let out a loud laugh at the sight he was met with.

Y/n stood with her hands full of her haul, smiling as best as she could with the bag of chocolate chips between her teeth. Joe leaned forward and grabbed the bag as she dropped it. “Thanks! It's a hibernating day, would you like to join me?” She chirped happily, smiling at him.

Joe’s face broke into a wide grin and he nodded his head quickly, “I will grab the blanket and be in momentarily!” He spun on his heels, taking off towards his own room. Y/n skipped back to her room, depositing the pile of snacks on her small wheeled coffee table. Quickly making her bed, minus her giant fleece comforter, moving things around when Joe slid into the room. “I even changed for maximum comfort!” He spun around quickly, flashing her a dramatic smile at the end.

“Impressive, Mazzello.” Y/n clapped her hands just as dramatically. “Pull that over and let's get this thing going!” She climbed onto the bed, pulling her blanket close around her. Following her orders, Joe pulled the small table over until it was against the bed, climbing on top and curling himself inside his own blanket beside her. “Alright, Mazzello, pick your fighter.” Y/n waved her hands around, wiggling her fingers as she reached to the floor pulling up a medium sized wooden box covered in stickers and marker drawings.

Joe smiled at the box, reaching over and pulling it closer to him. Opening it carefully, laughing loudly. “You know, this box reeks of pot.” He chuckled, Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

“You know, I think that may be a requirement for a pot box, Joseph.” She rolled her eyes at him playfully, reaching into the box and pulling out the bag of the sweet smelling greenery. “If you don't pick, I will.” Y/n warned him, Joe putting his hands up in defense before digging into the box’s contents. His choice was a small but thick bong, swirled with blues and yellows. Joe presented his choice to her proudly and she nodded her head. “Daisy,” She cooed, taking it from his hands, “Good choice!”

Once it was packed, Y/n pointed at a bottle of water, Joe handing it to her blindly as he scrolled through Hulu on her TV. Pouring in some of the water, she handed it to Joe along with a lighter. Joe cleared his throat, straightening his back out causing Y/n to chuckle and he glared at her. Covering her mouth with her hands, she directed her attention to the TV, taking over for Joe as she heard the bubbling sound of Joe hitting the bong.

For as long as Y/n could remember, she and Joe had been close friends. Finding each other quickly on their first day of high school, being the first two to be busted smoking marijuana behind the building and making fast friends in detention. She fondly thought back to that day so many years ago.

“Mr. Mazzello and Miss Taylor.” The science teacher grunted out, shoving the slip onto the desk. “Smoking on school property.” He turned around and glared at the two, both of them stifled a laugh. The grumpy man shook his head as he walked out mumbling something about ‘these damn teenagers’.

“Caught smoking on the first day?” The detention teacher looked at them disapprovingly over her glasses.

The two glanced at each other and both started laughing, Joe reaching his hand across the aisle. “Joe Mazzello.” He gave her a smile, she reached out taking his hand and shaking it with an awkward laugh, “Y/n Taylor.”

Once the final bell rang, Y/n stood up, stretching her legs, kicking Joes chair and making his jump awake quickly. “Sorry, Joey.” She yawned, stretching her arms high. “Time to get outta here,” She smiled at him, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Walk me home?”

Joe smiled at the girl sleepily. “You got it, babe.” Joe winked at her and she barked out a laugh.

“Save it, Romeo.” She winked back at him and Joe trailed out the door after her.

Joe lived on the other side of town, but he knew in that moment, he would follow Y/n anywhere, as long as she would have him.

They spent most afternoons at a park by the school, waiting until dark before finally heading home, Joe always walking her home before going himself.

One evening, senior year, the two laid in the grass in Joe’s backyard passing a joint back and forth and staring at the sky. “You gonna ditch me in college when you get a girlfriend, Joey?” Y/n asked, putting her arms behind her head.

“I promise to stick with you forever, y/n.” Joe passed the joint over to her, “The best buds stick together, remember?”

The two were absolutely inseparable through the years, even choosing the same college, which they rented an apartment together.

Y/n smiled at him, here they were, almost 13 years later, still the best of friends. Joe was staring at her, she shook her head clear of the memory. “Y/n? You still there?” He waved the bong in front of her face and laughed. “Where did you go?” He chuckled, as she took the bong from his hand.

“High school, actually.” She nudged him with her shoulder, Joe bumping her right back. “Detention that first day. How you made me a promise senior year to always stick with me, and here we are, over ten years later. Still hibernating and watching tv for the day.” Y/n hit the bong, coughing lightly before waving a hand in front of her face.

“Calm down, I'm here cause you always have the best weed, alright? Don't get all mushy on me.” Joe snatched the piece away from her, “It's been ten years, I don't have time to find another weed connection.”

“You love me and you know it, Mazzello.” She stuck her tongue out at him, swatting his chest and making him cough loudly.

“You wish, Taylor.” Joe made a kissy face at his best friend and she returned the gesture mockingly, both of them laughing deeply.

Three episodes of American Dad later, the pair of them sat atop Y/n’s bed laughing lazily, Joe munching away on a fudge round. Y/n flopped around, restlessly moving across the bed. Joe laughed at her, “Just open the window, it'll be alright.” He laughed louder as she scrambled off the bed and over to the window quickly, shooting him a bright smile.

Opening the window and taking a deep breath of the crisp air, sitting on the window seat and pulling her legs to her chest tightly. Y/n pulled out a pack of Newports and fished around the seat for a lighter, Joe tossing one to her from the bed and lighting the tip. She blew the smoke out the window but it just blew right back inside, looking back to Joe with a shrug.

“I'm gonna pack this up again, ‘kay?” Joe pointed to the bong and Y/n nodded her head slowly, the smoke curling up around her trying to make a smoke ring. Joe chuckled as he watched her, knowing that after all these years, she was bound to get one eventually, though she had failed this far. As soon as Y/n threw the cigarette out the window and made her way back to the bed, Joe’s phone started ringing a familiar tone. Joe’s face lit up like a kid on christmas as recognition passed over his face. “Ben!” He shouted into the phone, a deep laugh coming through the other end.

“Hey buddy,” Ben's accent came loudly through the speaker. “What’s going on?”

“Having a hibernation day with y/n,” Joe replied, Y/n shouting a happy hello. “What are you doing?” He handed the bong to the girl and she took it happily.

“Are you really hitting a bong while on the phone?” Ben whispered, chuckling softly. “I've got nothing planned, you wanna get together?” Ben was obviously asking Joe, so Y/n stayed quiet, picking at her nails when Joe tapped her leg and gave her a questioning look. “Joe?” Ben asked again, Y/n nodded at Joe with an exaggerated sigh and a smile.

“Sorry, was just waiting for confirmation from the boss, do you want to come hibernate with us?” Joe asked hopefully, even though he had seen Ben since he was in town, Joe was always desperate to see his best friend.

“What does that entail, exactly?” Ben chuckled lightly, a car door could be heard closing and starting.

“Well it starts by you stopping at the store and grabbing provisions, first of all.” Y/n piped up, Joe cracking a smile, before she continued, “Second, you must wear something of the cotton variety, there is no denim allowed in hibernation. Last but certainly not least, you must be prepared for copious amounts of marijuana consumption.” Y/n laughed out, counting on her fingers though only Joe could see. “That’s it, that’s all there is to it!”

“You in, buddy?” Joe asked tauntingly, staring at his phone intently like he could change Ben’s mind through the phone.

“Text me a list of things you need, and give me a half hour.” Even if neither of them could see his face, they could hear the smile in his voice. “Let you know when I'm on the way to you.” The line clicked off and Joe and Y/n smiled, rearranging the room once more to accommodate another.

Forty five minutes later, Ben texted back saying that he was leaving the store, headed to them, five minutes at most. “Stretch break until Ben gets here?” Y/n asked, already kicking her legs out from her blanket, stretching her arms over her head. Joe groaned as he stood, squatting over and over. As the both shuffled towards the door, they could hear a soft knock. “You get him, I'm gonna go find him a big blanket so he can probably hibernate.” She chuckled, tapping Joe on the back lightly as they seperated down opposite sides of the hallway.

Y/n could hear the two boys talking excitedly to each other as she poked her head out to the living room. “Got the last blanket from the closet, Joe you better check to make sure he's following the rules!” She hollered out as she walked back to her room.

“Sweat pants, no denim!” Joe called back, grabbing a bag from Ben’s hands. “Come on back, man!” Joe ushered his grandly down the hall, his best friend following with a chuckle.

When Ben walked into Y/n’s room, he looked around, “I would expect nothing less from you, Y/n.” He chuckled, fingers playing with the strings of fairy lights on the wall. “Smells like pot in here.” Joe chuckled, picking the bong up from the side table and waving it around, Y/n gestured to it grandly.

“If it didn't, Joe and I shouldn't be allowed to smoke anymore, cause we are doing it wrong.” Y/n giggled, patting the bottom portion of her bed. “Pop a squat, Benjamin, we gonna get you stoned.” She grinned up at him, pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders, snuggling inside. “I even brought you a cuddle blanket!” Her voice was muffled from the fluff around her face but she kicked a leg out and pushed the blanket around.

Ben chuckled at her, kicking off his shoes and dove onto the bed, making Y/n squeal and Joe lift the bong high in the air. “I cannot believe that I am a 29 year old man,” He started, burying his face into the soft blanket, “that has a designated ‘cuddle blanket’.” Chuckling and reaching his hand under the pile to poke at her leg.

“You simply cannot hibernate without a pile of blankets, man.” Joe added, leaning into the middle of them holding the bong out. “Who lives next door?” He asked, and when both of their hands shot up at the same time, he pointed to his ear.

“Neighbor!” They shouted in unison, causing Joe to laugh loudly and shove the piece into Ben’s hands. “Ha!” Ben stuck his tongue out at Y/n and she snatched the lighter out of Joe’s hand.

“Ha, that!” She wrapped her blanket over her face and squealed loudly when, after handing the bong back to Joe with an eyeroll, Ben jumped onto her pile, tickling and poking all over until an arm reached out of the top, waving a lighter in defeat. Ben snatched the lighter up and dug his hands into the pile once more, earning a giggle before he sat back on his knees and took the bong back from Joe.

“You two are nauseating, you know that?” Joe commented, and once Y/n emerged from her hiding spot, hair a mess, Joe grabbed at her and pulled her over until she was laying with her torso on his, and wrapped her in his large arms. Y/n flailed a little but ultimately accepted the affection, returning it as best as she could in her blanket prison. “Just remember Ben, she was mine first.” Joe kissed the top of her head.

“She’s still yours, mate.” Ben choked on the smoke, eyes wide.

Joe rolled his eyes at him, looking down at Y/n who had gone still against his chest. “You are both idiots if you think that I don't know.” The two of them looked at each other, the blush apparent on both of their faces. “Oh so we are pretending this isn't happening?” Joe raised his hands in defense, snatching the bong from Ben’s hands. “Whatever you guys want to do.”

Hours later, after a decision to switch to horror movies, the three of them were piled on top of each other. Joe was resting against the headboard, Y/n laying her head on his chest and Ben with his head resting on Y/n thighs. As soon as the credits rolled on screen, Ben rolled himself over, completely trapping Y/n’s legs and groaned loudly.

“What’s up, Benny?” Y/n yawned, her hand finding his head and running her fingers through his blond curls, earning a grumble of satisfaction from the man.

He stretched his arms out, wrapping them around her legs tightly, leaning his head father back into her hand. “Well I was going to suggest going for a ride,” He mumbled into her thigh, “but I may not be able to function if you keep that up, love.” His eyes closed and Y/n switched to running her nails along his scalp, pulling another happy groan from him.

Joe looked down at the two of them, shaking his head lightly. Y/n saw the gesture and smacked her other hand down onto his chest, Joe making an oof sound and laughing when she pulled herself off of him. “A ride actually sounds fantastic, as long as I don't have to drive and” She raised her finger to both boys, “I ride shotgun.” As soon as the words left her lips, Joe and Ben both sat up, voices raised in argument but Y/n just covered her hands over her ears smiling wildly.

“You can have shotgun, only if you roll on demand!” Ben offered, sticking his hand out in her direction, Y/n cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at him.

“You’ve got a deal, Jones.” She slapped her hand to his and they shook vigorously, both laughing. Joe picked that moment to stick a freshly packed bowl in between them. Y/n cooed happily, taking the offered piece from him. “Oh, Joseph, what would I do without you.” She leaned back and kissed his cheek.

“You would perish, surely.” Joe smiled down at the girl, booping his finger on the tip of her nose.

“My hero.” She swooned dramatically against her pillows.

“And you said we are nauseating.” Ben mocked them, rolling his eyes. He smacked his hand gently on Y/n’s calf and she yelped in surprise. “Hit that, get it rolling so we can get rolling.” Ben stood, stretching his arms high in the air, Y/n totally did not notice the way his shirt rode up just a bit with the action.

Passing the bowl back and forth, the three of them slowly gathered all of the items needed for the ride and by the time the bowl was empty. Y/n pushed them out of the room and changed into shorts and then they were ready to walk out the door. “I'll drive, if it can be Ben’s car.” Joe raised a hand in the air and Ben shot him a glare. “Hey man, I'm offering to drive.” Ben growled at him playfully, digging his keys from his pocket and tossing them to Joe.

“I can't believe I’ve got to ride in the backseat of my own car.” Ben grumbled, reaching for the door handle. Y/n stuck her tongue out at him, sliding into the front seat. “Oh stop at the station on the way, we didn't bring our provisions with us.” He leaned forward between the front seats as Joe pulled out of the driveway, nodding his head in acknowledgement. Y/n pulled the aux cord to the back seat and offered it to Ben with a smile.

“You can at least have music choice, since you gotta ride bitch.” She winked and Ben rolled his eyes, plugging his phone in and hitting shuffle before tossing it up to her. “You better have good burn run music, Jones.” Y/n playfully warned him.

Joe pulled up to a gas pump, offering to fill Ben’s tank fully for this ride if he went in to pay. Ben agreed happily and Y/n offered to go with him, getting Joe’s order of gummy bears and a Pepsi as she skipped to catch up to him. “I've got tiny legs, Ben, move slower!” She shouted and he turned around with a laugh. He crouched down ever so slightly but Y/n understood.

“Hop up, small fry.” Ben chuckled, grunting softly when she launched herself at his back, wrapping his hands under her thighs and bouncing her up higher. She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely and planted a loud kiss to his temple. Ben shook his head with a smile. “You are spoiled, you know that right?” He glanced up at her and she grinned back down at him, nodding happily.

Ben and Y/n were in and out of the store quickly, Ben chasing a squealing Y/n as they crossed the parking lot. He collided with her when they reached the car, Ben trapping her squirming form by locking her in place with a hand on the car on either side of her, leaning his head down to her ear. “Got you.” He breathed and she shivered, but playfully pushed against his chest. Ben backed away with a smirk on his face.

“Get in the damn car, lovebirds.” Joe whined, leaning in the roof of the car. Y/n shot him the finger before turning her back to Ben to get into the car. “Seriously are you guys just fucking with me or are you both seriously that niave?” Joe chuckled dryly, leaning down to get into the driver's seat. Once all three of them were inside, Joe grinned wickedly and looked to Y/n. “Get ready to roll, babe, we taking the scenic route.” He winked and patted her thigh.

Y/n kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs onto the seat under her, smacking a hand on her legs. “I'm ready, boss.” She smiled back at him, holding a hand out expectedly. “You know the drill, gimme the bag for the ride.” She turned her head back to Ben. “If you got any, give it to me, Benny.” Ben barked out a laugh and shook his head, Y/n looking at him strangely. He winked at her and Joe shook his head with a sigh. “You wish.” She rolled her eyes.

“We want some rap or some rock?” Ben asked, changing the subject quickly and plugging his phone back into the aux cord. “I found this new rapper that I’ve been really enjoying lately.” Y/n nodded her head enthusiastically as he pressed play. “His name is Immortal Paradox, he's pretty good!” He grinned from the backseat as the rapper started talking softly over the speaker.

“You kids gotta find somebody better to Idolize..”

“Did he just say Drug Abuse?” Joe cocked his head to the side with a chuckle.

“It's a key element of the song, Joe.” Ben smiled back at his friend. He leaned his head back and sang along to the song with a grin. “Please oh please don't Idolize me, I'm a egoistic narcissist who lacks empathy, a judgemental bastard with insecurities, imma free spirit who's never been free. Long days longer nights in a mental cage, and I bottle massive amounts of rage, never meant to be a leader on the stage cause my lyrics seem lethal when they hit the page.”

“Wow Ben, this song really speaks to you doesn't it?” Y/n stuck her tongue out at him but bobbed her head along to the beat. “It's pretty good, you pass this test.” She winked and turned herself back around and pulled out Joe’s bag and began breaking it up and sprinkling it into the folded paper. Ben scooted himself over in the back seat so he could watch her fingers work over the green bud, rolling it into the paper gently. He leaned forward, sticking his head between the front seats. Y/n caught the movement and smiled softly before licking the edge of the paper.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look absolutely lovely rolling a joint, Y/n dear.” Ben sighed dreamily, eyes not leaving hers. Before she could respond, Joe’s arm was flying towards her and the car was being tanked back into the other lane. Y/n and Ben both gasped slightly, Y/n gripping tightly onto the still open bag in her lap,

“Joe!” She screeched as her drink rolled onto the floor.

“I'm sorry! We’re good!” Joe gave her a weak smile, straightening out the car easily. “I just got a little distracted is all.” He reached over and laid his hand on her leg, squeezing comfortingly.

“Don't wreck my car, mate.” Ben grumbled from the backseat. Joe raised his hand from Y/n’s leg in defense before dropping it back to her leg. Ben watched the movement carefully, seeing the two best friends share a smile and Joe squeezing her leg again before they both changed their attention, Joe’s on driving and Y/n’s on the almost finished joint. Ben leaned back in the seat and smiled at the scene. He really lucked out in the friend department when he met Joe, and with Joe came Y/n and he couldn’t have asked for better people.

“Fire in the hole!” Y/n shouted happily and both boys joined in on her cheering. She put the joint up to her lips and fished a lighter out of her pocket, lighting the tip and inhaling softly as she spun the joint around gently. Once she was satisfied it was burning evenly, she passed it back to Ben who took it with an approving nod. Y/n watched him close his eyes and took turns hitting the joint and mouthing along to the lyrics.

“How ‘bout you, what’s your vice? Let me know, do you have any advice? Drink and Smoke help me stay afloat. Not a single fuckin thing gonna sink by boat.” Ben sang as he leaned forward and passed the joint to Joe over his shoulder, continuing the song as he nodded his head along to the beat and shooting Y/n a smirk when he caught her eye.

It was about forty-five minutes later when Joe swerved back into the left lane again, Y/n shot him a glare. “Joseph, if you kill me right now I will be so mad at you.” She raised a finger and poked him in the shoulder. “Maybe it’s time for Ben to drive.”

Ben nodded his head happily, tapping Joe on the shoulder quickly. “Yes, let’s do that. You’ve probably raised my insurance in the last hour.” Joe gave another squeeze to Y/n’s leg before pulling into the first parking lot he came across. “Let’s get some fresh air and stretch a little before we head back out yeah?” All agreeing, Joe went to turn the car off when Ben stopped him. “Leave it, we will just turn up the music, it's not like anyone is around here to complain.” He gestured around the empty church parking lot, not seeing another building in the area.

The three of them found themselves all laying on the trunk of Ben’s car, Y/n sandwiched between the two of them. “Why aren’t we smoking right now?” Joe piped up on Y/n’s left and both she and Ben turned their heads towards him. “Like here we are, just laying here and staring at the dark sky. We should be smoking.” He spoke with one hand behind his head and the other wildly gesturing around. Sitting up quickly and sliding off the car easily. “I shall return.” He bowed deeply, pulling laughs from the other two who settled back into staring up when he sat in the passenger seat, pulling the bag and papers from the center console.

“Turn it up!” Ben shouted as he heard the song change. When the music got louder, Ben started singing along, y/n turning her head to look at him. His eyes were closed, lips moving quickly to keep up with the lyrics. “If you flirt with me I'll be nervous but never hesitate, I'm so in love with you and life and that is always relevant.” His eyes stayed closed, but y/n watched his eyes crinkle up in a smile, turning his head towards her as he kept going, “hypothetically if we both got amnesia, I’d ask you for those digits when our spirits meet up.” When he finished, he opened his eyes and his cheeks heated when he saw that Y/n was staring at him with a soft admiring smile on her face.

“Thanks for inviting me today, love.” Ben used the hand that wasn't under his head to reach down and pat her knee that she had pulled up on the trunk. “I would have just ended up smoking by myself and probably falling asleep on the couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.” He laughed and she turned her head to face him, looking at him seriously.

“You are welcome any time to join us, Ben, you know that.” She gave him a genuine smile and he grinned back. “I'm serious, you're at our place almost as much as we are, plus you make a perfect third for Joe and I.” Y/n patted his chest a few times before settling back into her position.

“That sounds..” Ben laughed deeply and shook his head, “..very raunchy.”

“In a perfect world, maybe.” She winked at his shocked face, “But alas, you both suck too much.”

“Who is sucking what?” Joe popped up beside the trunk with an eyebrow raised, presenting the fat rolled joint to Y/n.

“You, if you ask nicely.” Ben blew a kiss to his friend and Joe winked back. Y/n snorted loudly, reaching a hand out to Joe, who helped pull her into a sitting position. Ben looked at the window where Y/n was sitting. “Hell of a time for me to decide to get out of the back seat.” He waggled his eyebrows at Joe who laughed and pointed at Ben with a nod.

“You are both gross.” She lit the joint and crossed her arms, letting the joint hang from her lips. “I hope I leave an ass print on the window and then you can't see out of it.” Y/n ended the sentence with both her middle fingers up, causing both men to chuckle.

“I will happily give up my line of sight for your ass print to be on my window, love.” Ben elbowed her in the side and dropped his head onto her shoulder. “You should know that would be my choice.”

“He’s right, you should know that he would choose your ass over just about anything by this point, right buddy?” Joe extended his fist towards Ben who responded by bumping his own fist against it and nodding his blond head quickly.

“You are correct, good sir.”

“I hate you both.” Y/n grumbled, rolling her eyes and blowing the smoke out harshly, handing the joint to Joe. “Honest.”

Ben and Joe stared at each other for a second before they turned to her, both leaning towards her in sync. “No you don’t.” Ben whispered close to her face and Joe was close behind him, inching towards her face.

“You love us.” Joe laughed and the two of them alternated tickling and peppering little kisses all over her cheeks. Y/n squealed and wiggled, but neither man let up.

“Honestly, I cannot stand either of you.” She squirmed, flailing her arms and legs as much as she could without actually injuring them. “You are both awful humans.” Y/n finally huffed out, pushing them away and crossed her arms again, blowing a few stray strands of hair on her face from the struggle.

“Yes,” Joe agreed, “But we are awful and you love us anyways.” He reached forward and ruffled her already messy hair.

“Can we just get back on the road? You are both awful company.” She huffed out, shooting Ben a small smile when she noticed him staring at her.

“Yes, your highness,” Ben sighed dramatically and looked at her expectantly. Joe barked out a loud laugh and Y/n dropped her head to her chest.

“That was awful.” Joe shook his head and swatted at Ben.

“Truly awful.” Y/n agreed, using Joe’s outstretched hand to pull herself off the trunk. “I'm thinking I'll roll one more and we take the super long way home.” She grabbed the joint back from Ben and placed it between her lips as she adjusted her shorts and pulled her hair tie out, flipping her long hair over and pulling it back up quickly. When she stood up, both boys were looking at her with lazy smiles. “What are you looking at?”

“Just you, babe.” Joe reached for her, wrapped her in his arms as she accepted the hug right away. “I'm glad you're my best friend.” He smiled at her as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Oi, what about me?” Ben put his hand to his chest in mock offense. “Am I chopped liver now?”

Joe threw one hand out and grabbed Ben’s sweatshirt and pulled him into the embrace. Y/n yelped as she was once again sandwiched between them. “Both of you. I'm glad you're both my best friend.” Joe mumbled into the pile. Y/n pushed her hands against Joe’s chest and her back against Ben’s chest to break up the weird hug.

“Great, now we are all nauseating.” Y/n playfully jabbed at the two of them before she raised her hand in the air, circling it around. “Let’s wrap this up, I'm getting cold and my blanket is calling me.” She pumped her fist in the air and stomped over to the passenger side door.

“You heard the boss.” Joe clapped his hand on Ben’s shoulder as he rounded the back of the car. Ben smiled at them both before opening the driver door and slid inside, adjusting the seat with a glare at Joe. “Not my fault you're shorter than me.” He shrugged and Ben flipped him off.

Once they were back on the road, the joint burnt down to a stub, Y/n threw it out the window and pulled her legs up to begin rolling the last one. “Left, Right, or Straight.” Ben would ask randomly, turning in whichever direction was chosen. Y/n and Joe took turns answering him until they were happily lost. Ben kept fidgeting with his right hand, moving it back and forth between the shifter and his lap before Y/n grabbed his hand and set it on her leg. He smiled at the girl and she grinned back at him.

“It helps Joe drive calmer,” She shrugged and turned up the music, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the seat. Ben caught Joe’s smile in the rearview and looked away quickly. Ben relaxed in the seat a little more, holding the steering wheel loosely in one hand and the other hand tracing small circles where his hand touched Y/n.

Another 20 minutes of driving and Ben smacked his hand on the steering wheel happily, “I know where we are, maybe 35 minutes out.” He tapped Y/n’s leg lightly and she lifted her head sleepily. “Are you ready to smoke one more before you get to go to bed, lovey?”

“I'm ready.” She yawned and Ben smiled fondly at her. Pulling the joint from behind her ear, and lit the tip. Sighing contentedly as she let the smoke curl out of her mouth. “I am also ready for bed.” She stifled another yawn, and hit the joint once more before handing it back to Joe. Weaving her arm under Ben’s, she rested her hand on his leg too. “This ok?”

Ben looked at her hand and back at her face quickly, “It’s perfect.” He smiled at her and the way she smiled back, Ben could have died happily right then and there. She bobbed her head to the music and the rest of the joint was passed between them without words. Ben tapped his elbow on the center console, “Smokes in there, could you light me one?” Y/n nodded, tossing the roach out of the window and grabbing the pack. Soon they were back in Joe and Y/n’s neighborhood.

“You should probably just crash at our place, buddy. Better than you falling asleep on the ride home.” Joe offered, covering his own yawn. “My couch is your couch.” Y/n nodded her head in agreement, gathering the supplies and shoving them in her pockets. “‘Cause I know I'm beat.”

“I will take you up on that offer, I think.” Joe chuckled as Ben fought his own yawn back.

All three of them slid out of the car and shuffled back to the apartment. Y/n went straight to the kitchen, putting on a kettle for tea before going back to her room and changing back into her leggings. Walking over to the window seat again, she pulled a cigarette out from her pack, a soft knock on her door pulling her attention back to earth. “Can I grab my cuddle blanket real quick?” Ben’s soft voice floated through the barely opened door.

“Yeah, come on in. Hey I'm making tea, if your british self would like some before bed.” Y/n grinned at him, and he smiled brightly back at her with a nod. “I'm glad you are our third.” she added after a minute. Spending a lazy day with Ben, she realized, was one of her best days in a while.

“Yeah, I am too.” Ben grabbed his blanket up and wrapped it around his shoulders. Instead of leaving like she expected him to, he sat across from her and snatched the cigarette out of her hand. His leg bounced lightly and he looked anywhere but at her. “Was Joe right earlier?” He breathed out with a cloud of smoke.

“What do you mean?”

“Are we just being naive?” Hitting the cigarette again and handing it back, blowing the smoke out in a huff and looking back at her. “Are we not seeing what's going on here?”

“What’s exactly is going on here, Ben?” Y/n tilted her head to the side with a small smirk. Could he be serious? Y/n hoped that Ben wouldn't be able to hear her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She kept his gaze as she brought the cigarette to her lips, tilting it to the other side when Ben smiled and looked away and back quickly.

“Well I don't know about you,” He started, grabbing the cigarette from her again. Blowing out the smoke slowly, like he was trying to calm his own heartbeat. “But I spend a lot of time thinking about kissing you.” His eyes flicked to hers and he sucked in a deep breath and held it as he studied her face.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed and she chuckled. “Is that so?” Nodding her head softly. “Now what would you say if I told you, that I spend a lot of time thinking about kissing you as well?”

Ben’s smile was so wide that Y/n couldn't hold back a soft giggle. Hitting the cigarette once more, Ben crushed it out in the ashtray and within seconds he had one hand cupping her chin, brushing his lips over hers gently. Y/n responded instantly, bringing a hand up to the back of Ben’s neck and sinking her fingers into the soft curls, both of them letting out happy sounds at the contact.

“I would say that this is going to happen a lot more often now.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek and she leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. “But right now, your couch calls my name.” He kissed her forehead quickly before standing up and pulling his blanket closer. “And the water is calling yours. Let’s go have some tea before bed.” He held his hand out to her and when she took it, he interlaced their fingers and traced circles with his thumb.

While y/n busied herself in the kitchen, the boys settled into the living room, and when she walked back into the room she noticed her favorite spot open, the center of the couch, right between her two favorite humans. Three cups of tea and one final bowl packed and passed between them as they relaxed on the couch. Y/n smiled at the two boys, her two best friends. “Alright boys, I think that this is it for me.” Draining her tea cup and standing with a groan, Y/n walked behind Joe and grabbed his face with both hands, planting a kiss to his forehead while Joe wrapped an arm around her tightly. When she walked over to Ben, she repeated the gesture of grabbing his face with both hands but she pressed a kiss on his lips instead. “I'm off to bed, love you guys.” She yawned once more and gave a small wave as she disappeared for the hallway. Both boys muttering their goodnights before Joe swatted Ben’s arm playfully.

“It’s about damn time.” Joe threw his hands in the air happily.

“You may have been right.” Ben huffed out a laugh but smiled anyways. “But I’ll never tell you that.”

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She Sets the City on Fire - The Idea of You

She Sets the City on Fire: A Bruce Banner Fanfic

MASTERLIST PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Square: @brucebannerbingo - C4 Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Rating: E

Warning: Age Gap, Recreational drug use (ecstasy), smut (MMF, light ds, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex while high, squirting)

Word Count: 5923

Pairing: Bruce Banner x OFC (Summer) (Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x OFC)

Summary: Bruce is drawn to Summer. She’s everything he wished he could be. Carefree, exciting, and she knows exactly who she is. There are so many reasons a relationship with her wouldn’t work. So why can’t he stop thinking about her?

A/N: On the first chapter. Also POV change up.

12. The Idea of You

Clint wandered through the crowd, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He wore a suit that was on loan from Burberry. Which was just as well because as nice as it was with its shimmering purple blend of mohair and canvas, he felt uncomfortable in it. Even with the assurance from Tony’s stylist that he looked ‘absolutely edible, darling’.

He stopped every now and again to admire the photography. All the photos of people in various states of undress, often glistening thanks to the mist they’d been sprayed with or the oil they’d had rubbed into their skin. There’s even one of him here somewhere, though he wasn’t exactly in a hurry to see it. It had taken a lot of talking to get him to agree to sit for it and he’d felt ridiculous the whole time. The other photos were nice though. Very nice. None were what you’d call pornographic, but they sat right on that line between art and porn and he was enjoying taking them in.

He walked up to a photo standing on the far wall. Three bodies wrapped together. Two men, wrapped around a woman. Where one person started and the other ended was unclear. Clint ran his thumb up and down his cock as he looked at it, just letting it stiffen that little bit to add urgency to the desire he felt as he looked at it. He studied each figure closely. Everyone was posed in such a way that it could easily be displayed in mainstream media. It was perfectly decent, except somehow it was also completely indecent. Each body was pressed so closely to the others and wrapped around them so graphically. He studied each and every line as he absentmindedly stroked his thumb up and down his length.

The figure on the left had dark hair and was clean-shaven. His jaw was set and his eyes dark. It almost looked like he was ready to fight which contrasted to the fact he was in such an intimate position. His expression was angry and hungry. Clint’s eyes moved to the figure in the middle. She was looking to the right, her mouth parted slightly. Her mouth was almost the most pornographic part of the photo. Her lips were painted a deep red and filtered in the way that it stood out against the heavily shadowed black and white of the rest of the photo. Her lips were plump and there were droplets of moisture beading on the bottom one. Clint could imagine them wrapped around his cock. The look in those eyes of hers said she’d welcome it too. Those eyes were needy and full of lust. Her lashes were so long and thick they cast their own shadow.

Clint’s eyes moved to the next figure. And … it was Tony. He cursed himself for being such a deviate that he’d thought it was okay to just stroke his cock to a picture of his friend in the middle of a fucking charity event.

He moved away from the photo and headed down to where a large group of people was milling around drinking. His intention was to get a beer and try and forget that he was apparently a massive pervert. As he approached the bar he caught sight of Bruce and his girlfriend locked around each other. He’d known Bruce had been seeing her for a little under a year now but he had only met her once, and fuck if she wasn’t completely stunning. He’d been a little envious of Bruce ever since. It didn’t help now that Bruce was here with her and Clint was completely alone.

Bruce had his hand pushed into her fiery red hair. Hair that fell down her back in wide curls that probably took forever to perfect but just looked so naturally perfect. Bruce’s other hand was on her waist, his fingers ever so slightly digging into the bare skin visible thanks to the almost indecent cut of her iridescent dress. His face was held close to hers and he was speaking to her, but whatever he was saying was dotted with small kisses just under her ear.

Her hands were gripping the lapels of Bruce’s dark gray jacket and she laughed suddenly, throwing her head back. It was such a comfortable, natural movement and it made her just that little bit more desirable to Clint. That painful twinge of envy dug that little bit deeper. Not that he begrudged Bruce having Summer in his life. Bruce had earned that kind of happiness more than just about anyone else Clint knew. Clint just wanted that too. Not her exactly. Just that in general.

Clint turned and stalked away. He didn’t want to be around them right now reminding him of the things he didn’t have. Besides, a dangerous little thought had crept into his mind. He thought he might find somewhere quiet and indulge in the fact that he was now a lonely deviate.

He wandered down the hall trying to find somewhere private, but not too private. He eventually settled on a small alcove that led to the janitorial closet. It was dark and there was a light sculpture blocking it from immediate view.

He started to think about the woman from the photo. The red of her lips. The little beads of moisture on them. He pictured himself tasting those lips. Tracing his tongue over them. He leaned back on the wall and his head fell back, and slowly, just testing the idea out, he began to move his hand up and down his cock through his pocket.

He pictured what it would be like to have that mouth wrapped around his cock. How her tongue would feel rolling over his length as she gazed up at him past her long lashes.

What he was doing wasn't enough. He turned, leaning his head on his arm as he bent over a little facing the wall. He unzipped his fly, pulled his cock free from his pants, and spat on his palm. She stroked it over the head of his dick, lubricating it so it allowed his hand to move easily over his hardness. He slowly stroked his hand up and down his length as he thought about her mouth. His rhythm picked up as his breath shallowed. Precome leaked from the head of his cock and it began to throb gently in his hand. He rolled his palm over it adding the pre-ejaculate to his saliva, increasing the lubrication and allowing his fist to move quickly up and down.

“Clint?”

Clint startled and quickly tucked his cock back away. Bruce’s tone was startled and slightly confused, but there was nothing accusatory about it. “Shit, Bruce - I - I was just…”

Bruce made a choked sound and Summer began to giggle. “It’s okay. We saw.”

Clint looked them both over. Or more accurately he looked her over. She looked even more stunning up closer. Her pale blue eyes were so bright and her lips were painted the same dark red as the woman from the photo. His eyes moved down her body, taking in the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. Part of him wanted to just pull out his cock and finish what he’d already started.

She bit her lip and leaned up and whispered something into Bruce’s ear. A pink flush crept up the back of his neck and he gave a small nod. “Summer would like to know if she can finish you off.”

Clint choked on air and blinked at them. “What?” Summer moved up in front of him and raised her eyebrows as she hooked her hands into his belt. “Y - yes. Okay. Please.”

Without saying a word, Summer sank to her knees and unfastened Clint’s pants. She pulled out his cock and ran the point of her tongue up his length and swirled it over the head.

“You’ve met Summer, right?” Bruce asked as he watched them both.

Clint went to speak but the sound was strangled off as Summer took his cock into her mouth. He looked down at her. The dark red of her lips contrasted so strongly against his pale skin and she was watching him, looking him directly in the eye as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.

Bruce cleared his throat and Clint’s eyes snapped back up to him. He had never been so confused and so turned on at once which was saying something because he was usually some mixture of both.

“I’m not sure if Tony or Nat told you, but Summer and I are in an open relationship. And you know me, Summer is a lot wilder than I am. She’s been getting me to relax and open up to new experiences,” Bruce explained as Summer bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Clint was having trouble focusing and he didn’t really know what Bruce was trying to say to him. Bruce moved, so he was blocking the space between the light sculpture and the wall and two people walked past. He smiled at them and when they were gone again he relaxed. “Where was I?” Bruce asked. “Oh, right. I feel like… well, a different person. I’m more in sync with Hulk. I feel safer trying new things out. I had thought that the fact Summer saw other people would be hard to deal with but actually, it’s almost like it takes the pressure off me to … well, perform I suppose. And then I feel safer … performing? Does that make sense, Clint?”

Clint groaned. Summer was rolling her tongue over his shaft and sucking hard each time she pulled back and it was pulling Clint apart. His breath had become ragged and his cock was pulsing in her mouth. He couldn’t stop opening and closing his hands in her hair.

“She likes to talk about having a threesome or more with other Avengers. It made me uncomfortable at first. Like I was a stepping stone to get to the rest of you. Or I wasn’t enough. But she talks about all kinds of things she wants to do. Not just that. And Clint, the list is extensive,” Bruce continued. “We’ve done a lot of them now. I didn’t think I was going to be able to originally. I thought at best I’d be this vanilla guy she went back to sometimes while she was out sewing her wild oats. But I’ve done them and I liked them. We’ve slept with other women together. We’ve had sex in public places. That’s what we were coming in here to do right now, actually. We weren’t trying to catch you. She’s tied me up. I’ve tied her up. This though, this was right up the top of her list but I had no idea how to ask any of you to do it. I mean I knew there might be some of you who would at least consider it, but … I’m me. I couldn’t ask. But here you are.”

Clint was only half listening and he couldn't quite figure out the point of Bruce’s story. He had started to move against Summer, pushing his cock just that little bit deeper down her throat. She had started working one hand up and down his perineum as she gripped his ass with the other hand. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she pulled back. Clint groaned and gripped the back of her head and jerked forward, coming straight down her throat. She swallowed it all, lapping her tongue up his dick like she was licking it clean.

She released him and held out her hand. Clint took it and helped her to her feet. She smiled and bit her bottom lip, her eyes twinkling wickedly before returning to Bruce’s side. Bruce put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. Clint wondered if he was trying to remind him that Summer was his.

Clint tucked his cock away and zipped himself up, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it.

“So, would you be interested?” Bruce asked as he finally broke apart from Summer.

“Interested in what?” Clint asked, completely perplexed.

Summer approached him and ran her fingers up the lapels of his jacket. “Come home with us.”

It was like the whole building fell silent. That the only people there were him, Bruce, and Summer. His eyes traveled up and down Summer’s body again and lingered on her mouth. “Okay.”

She smiled and took his hand. Clint followed the two of them out of the gallery. The Avengers had a small fleet of limos waiting for them and the small group climbed into the back of one and sat pressed together on the back seat.

Summer whispered something into Bruce’s ear again and he looked at her seriously. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Please, Bruce?” She begged.

“Which one do you want?” He asked, fishing into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie of pills.

She giggled and nosed at his cheek. “The unicorn.”

He took a small pink unicorn-shaped pill from the bag and put it on his tongue. The corners of Summer’s mouth quirked up and Bruce pulled her into a kiss, pushing the pill into her mouth with his tongue. As the kissed Summer took hold of Clint’s hand and placed it on her knee, guiding it up under the slit in her dress.

“Is that E?” Clint asked, not quite believing what he was seeing. Of all his teammates he’d be less shocked to see Steve using Ecstasy than Bruce.

“It is,” Bruce answered pulling back from Summer. Summer leaned her head back on Bruce’s arm and started to play with his hair. She’d twirl it around her finger and pull the twisted sections down over Bruce’s brow.

“Can I try it?” Clint asked.

“Are you sure?” Bruce answered seriously. “You can if you want, but I know Summer and her limits. I don’t know yours.”

“I don’t have many,” Clint said. “I’d like to try it.”

Summer took the baggie off Bruce and began to sift through the ills. “You can have this yellow teddy bear and…” she squeaked and pulled out another. “There’s a purple target. It must have been made for you.” She placed them onto her tongue and Clint dived on her. Their tongues clashed and he hooked hers into his mouth snatching the tablets from her. As they kissed his hands moved further up her leg. She shifted her legs apart and linked her ankle under Bruce’s.

Bruce kissed Summer’s throat and his hands roamed over her chest. He pushed one hand into the neckline of her dress, groping her breast. She moaned and pushed into Bruce’s palm as her lips continued to move with Clint’s. Bruce grabbed the fabric on her neckline and yanked it down, tearing the fabric. He leaned in and pulled a nipple into his mouth and she arched up moaning loudly into Clint’s mouth.

Summer began to card her fingers through both Bruce and Clint’s hair. Her hips raised up against Clint’s hand and Clint began to rub her clit through the sheer lace of her panties.

Summer broke away from Clint’s mouth and kissed along his jawline. When she reached his ear, she swirled her tongue over his earlobe and sucked on it.

“I really liked sucking on your dick, Clint,” she whispered into his ear as she moved her hand down to his lap and traced her fingers over his limp cock. “Did you like that too? Is it something you’d ever thought about me doing?”

Clint closed his eyes and hummed in agreement as he thought about her mouth wrapped around his dick. He shifted her panties to the side and pushed his middle finger into her cunt right up to his knuckle. She was wet and running hot and she clenched her pelvic floor around his finger, moaning softly against his ear.

“That feels so good, Clint,” she whispered. “When we get back to Bruce’s place, I’m going to let you do so many things to me. You and Bruce can have me pretty much any way you like. I love Bruce, you know? He might be the one. But even still, I like to think about all the ways three people can fuck each other and I’m glad you’re going to be the third this time. Maybe we can start with you watching Bruce and me? He knows what I like. I like so many things you might not even expect.”

Clint was now completely hard under her hand. She outlined his cock with the soft fabric of his trousers and she ran her hand - palm flat - up and down the bulge. Clint groaned loudly and let his head drop back on the seat.

Bruce moved from Summer’s breast to her throat and he sucked on her neck, biting gently on her skin. Each time he bit down, Summer would suck in air through her teeth.

“Fuck yes, Bruce. Mark me,” she moaned, her body clenching. The muscles in her cunt squeezed tight around Clint’s finger. “Mark me so that when I next show up in the tabloids they call me a slut.”

The car pulled up in the underground garage at the Avengers’ Tower and the ecstasy started kicking in. Clint felt light and his pulse was racing. Summer had to hold her dress in place as they got out of the car and headed up in the elevator or she would expose her breast to the world. She clung to Bruce on the ride up to Bruce’s floor, rubbing her cheek on his arm.

When they got to Bruce’s floor, Clint caught her by her hips and spun her to face him. She let her ruined dress go and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breast fell free and clint palmed it as she ran her hands into his hair, bunching it in her hands.

Bruce watched them as they just held each other, looking into each other’s eyes as they swayed back and forth, their hips pressed tightly together.

“Summer,” Bruce said gently. “Nearly there.”

She turned and laughed, covering herself again and she reached out and took his hand.

They made it to the apartment and Summer skipped through the door, letting her dress go and began unzipping it as she made her way to the stereo. Clint stood in the doorway watching her as she let the dress fall to the ground and just stood at the stereo flicking through her playlists on her phone while she danced to music that wasn’t even playing yet. He began to run his fingers up and down the soft fabric of his jacket.

Bruce walked up behind Summer and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear. Clint couldn’t hear what Bruce was saying but Summer makes no attempt to keep her own voice down. “Yes… I will be good… I am… Please, Bruce…” Bruce’s hand moved down her body and even though Clint couldn’t see what they were doing, he was pretty sure Bruce had started fingering her because she suddenly let out a low moan.

Bruce let her go and turned around putting his finger in his mouth. “Clint? Are you going to come inside?”

Clint shook himself and turned and pulled the door closed behind him.

“Can I get you a drink?” Bruce asked as a slow deep baseline started throbbing through the speakers.

“Yeah, uh, a beer if you have it,” Clint answered. A dreamy, hypnotic melody had joined the baseline and Summer approached Clint, swaying her hips to the music. Her hair had fallen over her breasts, and the pale pink buds of her nipples would disappear and reappear as her hair shifted with the movement of her body.

She took Clint’s hands and he could feel his pulse quicken. She led him to the couch and when they reached it, she slowly slid the jacket from Clint’s shoulder and down his arms. Her hands carefully caressed his muscular arms. When his jacket was off, she carefully folded it lengthways and rubbed her face on it, taking a deep breath in as she did. She draped it over the arm of the chair and pushed him so he was sitting and climbed into his lap.

Her hands went to his cheek and she stroked them down his neck and over his chest. “I’m kind of in love with you right now,” she said in a soft, far off voice. “But that’s not right. I’m in love with him. That feels different. I’m in love with the idea of you. Here you are but you’re not real. Do you know what I mean?”

She started to loosen Clint’s tie. Clint swallowed and his hands moved to her back. “I know what you mean,” he breathed as he thought about his jealousy over Bruce being with her despite not even knowing her. “I am in love with the idea of you too.”

Bruce came over and handed Clint his beer into his hand as he pressed a bottle of water into the middle of Summer’s back. She shivered and turned to take it. Bruce held it out to her, but when she went to close her fingers around the bottle he pulled it away again. “Don’t drink this too fast,” he said, placing it back in her palm. She unscrewed the cap and took a long drink. “Summer!” Bruce scolded, sitting down on the couch opposite them. She put the lid on the water and put it on the side table before returning her attention back to Clint. She leaned in as she and nuzzled at his neck, drawing circles on his skin with the point of her tongue as she loosened his tie.

Clint looked over to Bruce. He was sitting, watching them closely as he leaned back on the couch, his hand stroking up and down his cock through his pants. He’d taken his jacket off and his tie was hanging loose hanging around his neck while the top two buttons on his shirt were undone.

Summer took Clint’s left hand and unclipped the cufflinks. She repeated the process on the right wrist and put the jewelry on the side table next to her bottle of water. He put his beer with her water and cradled her cheek in his hand, guiding her down into a kiss. She hummed, but it didn’t sound sexual. Rather she sounded deliriously happy. Her hands traveled over his chest, flicking at his nipples and she rocked her hips against him.

“Summer. Come here,” Bruce ordered. Clint looked up in surprise. He had never heard Bruce sound so dark and demanding. The only time he could ever think it came close was when he’d threatened to kill Wanda way back when, but this - this was completely different.

Summer got up and approached Bruce. He guided her to sit in his lap, facing Bruce and moved her hair to the side so he could suck on her neck and nip at her earlobes. Summer smiled at Clint and for a moment he felt like he lost herself in those eyes. The image of her gazing up at him while his dick was in her mouth flicked through his mind and he shivered in his seat.

“Did you want him to watch?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, please,” Summer hummed as she started playing with her breasts, her nails flicking over her hardening nipples. Clint noticed for the first time that her nails were painted the same deep red as her lips. It was darker than the red of her hair and stood out in contrast to her pale skin and light pink nipples.

“What do you want, Summer?” Bruce asked gently.

“I want you to be rough,” she replied, her tongue tracing over her upper lip.

Bruce’s hand went to her throat and his finger tightened around it. His other hand bunched in her hair and he yanked her head back. “Like this? Is this what you want?”

“Yes, like that,” she mewled. Her breathing had shallowed and was coming in slightly ragged. Clint was mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest.

Bruce shoved her off his lap and pushed her face down into the couch, pulling bother her hands behind her and holding them at the small of her back. She groaned and looked over at Clint, biting her lip. Clint unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking it as he watched Bruce and Summer.

Bruce yanked Summer’s underwear down and Clint watched as Bruce fucked her with his hand. Clint tried to match the speed of his strokes with the movement of Bruce’s hand at Summer’s cunt, but the frantic speed at which Bruce moved proved to be too much.

Summer started to pant and her eyes seemed to glaze over as the sounds she made became louder and less coherent. Clint decided he wanted to move. Needed to. He had to watch more closely. There was a brief passing thought that maybe that this that’s not something you should do. It passed quickly. His inhibitions were gone, replaced with lust and a deep feeling of euphoria.

He moved behind Bruce and watched as his friend used his finger light lightning within her. Two fingers moved rapidly in and out of her cunt, before stopping and dragging along her internal walls. His thumb rolled over her clit, paused briefly to press down before swiping it quickly back and forth. Clint stroked his cock and started to moan softly, creating an undertone to the graphic sounds Summer was making.

“Oh god, yes, please, Bruce,” Summer pleaded.

“Summer,” Bruce said sternly. “You had better not come on me and ruin this suit.”

“Please, Bruce,” she cried with an edge of panic to her voice. “I won’t be able to help it.”

“I don’t own it, Summer,” he growled.

“Please. Bruce! Oh god!”

Bruce let her hands go and spanked her ass. “Alright, come for me.”

Summer’s body seemed to seize up. Every muscle tensed and she cried out, coming explosively. Clint has never seen anyone squirt quite like that before. She gushed, her fluids coating the pale grey fabric of Bruce’s suit.

“You ruined my suit, Summer,” Bruce said playfully. “I’m gonna have to pay for it now.”

Summer broke down into giggles and rolled onto her back. “I’ll buy it for you.”

Bruce moved past Clint and put his hand on Clint’s shoulder. The scent of her fluids on his hand called strongly to Clint and he took Bruce’s hand and put the index and middle fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.

Bruce smiled softly and caresses Clint’s cheek. “You can taste her from the source if you like,” he said gently. Clint let Bruce's fingers go and for a brief moment he wonders if he should be embarrassed by what he just did, but it passed quickly.

Summer watched them with her legs spread, fingering her clit. “Clint, you should kiss Bruce,” she said. She sounded like an excited child on Christmas and Clint just wanted to give her all the gifts she was so desperate to have. He looked up at Bruce hopeful that he’ll comply.

Bruce leaned into Clint and they kissed. Clint’s hand went to Bruce's jaw and stroked over his stubble. Bruce wasn’t the first man Clint had kissed, his experience was vast and varied but he’d never once imagined that he’d be kissing Bruce Banner.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Summer moaned. The men broke their kiss and Clint turned back to her. She was watching them with such an expression of pure love and joy that passed from her into him.

“I love you so much, Bruce,” she hummed.

“I love you too, Summer,” he replied. “Clint if you and Summer want…”

Clint didn’t even wait for Bruce to finish talking. He scrambled forward, pushing his pants down as he went. He dived straight for her pussy. There was no slow trail of kisses up towards his intended destination. He wanted to taste her and that’s what he was going to do. He flattened his tongue and lapped up from her entrance to her clit. She grabbed hold of his hair and held him in place as he drank from her and he used his tongue to explore every part of her cunt.

Bruce disappeared for a little while and when he returned he’d stripped himself of all his clothing except his boxers and he had a handful of condoms that he placed on the coffee table. He crouched down in front of Summer and Clint gazed up at them, watching them kiss as he used his lips to draw Summer’s clit into his mouth.

Summer groaned and let her head fall back, but she kept holding on to Bruce’s hair. “Think you might like to suck my dick?” Bruce asked.

Summer shook her head. “I want you to fuck Clint.”

“What?” Bruce asked, sounding perplexed.

“Fuck, Clint. While he’s fucking me. I want that,” she said.

“I’m not going to fuck Clint,” Bruce said. He sounded sweet and patient. Like he was used to her making unusual demands while she was high.

Clint moved, crawling up over Summer. He pressed his cock against her pussy and buried his face in her neck, nuzzling at her. She giggled and squirmed under him.

“You’d let Bruce fuck you, wouldn’t you?” She asked.

“Mm-hmm… that would be really nice being in the middle,” Clint mumbled into her skin as he ground down into her.

“Woah, hang on. Let’s just back up here one second,” Bruce said. “Clint is that what you really want? It’s not just the drugs talking?”

“He said yes, Brucie,” Summer pleaded. “Please. For me.”

“Summer, there’s consent and there’s consent,” Bruce said. “And I’ve never even been with a man before, so I need to make sure he’s not just saying yes because you’re talking him into it.”

Clint sat up and looked at him, smiling softly. The colors felt brighter and he reached over and ran his hand through Bruce’s thick chest hair. It felt so soft under his fingers and he wanted to rub his face on it. “Bruce, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve had plenty of sex with men. I’ve given it and I’ve taken it. I don’t really have a type.”

Bruce sighed and nodded. “Come on then, let’s take it to the bedroom.”

They walked into the bedroom hand in hand and Summer sat Clint on the end of the bed. She took one of the condom’s Bruce had arranged n the bedside table and rolled it over Clint’s cock. Straddling his lap she lowered herself down onto his dick slowly, her eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on her face. When she is seated with his whole length buried deep inside her she opens her eyes and starts to rock against him. She slowly rolled her hips and raised and lowered herself in his lap. Her body radiated heat and as she moved sweat beaded over her skin. Clint marveled at the control she seemed to have of her pelvic floor. She would go from feeling soft and comfortable around his cock to feeling like she just might break it in two. She squeezed and relaxed her walls like she was trying to milk him.

She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue tracing over the corner of his lips just before she does. The kiss is broken quickly and she gestures for Bruce. He came willingly, their mouths moving together like they have that particular dance perfected between them.

Clint groaned. He was close and tempted to just finish inside her, but the love he feels for both of them is heightened and he wants them both but more than that, he wants to make Summer happy. He picked her up and moved her onto the bed and she lay back with her legs spread.

“Clint, you don't have to do this,” Bruce said gently as Clint positioned himself between Summer’s legs. “She gets these ideas…”

“I want to,” Clint replied, sinking back into Summer. “I love you both.”

Bruce rolled in a condom and lubed up his cock. Clint pulled his legs up under him and spread them a little as he continued to thrust into Summer. Bruce moved behind him and drizzled the lube straight onto Clint’s asshole, he pressed the head of his cock against it and Clint groaned as his ring muscle gave and let Bruce in.

Bruce’s cock sunk deep into him, stretching and filling his ass as he rutted shallowly into Summer, her cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. When the head of Bruce’s cock pressed on his prostate he groaned loudly. “Oh fuck, right there, Bruce.”

Clint looked down at Summer. The expression on her face was one of pure bliss. She watched both him and Bruce closely as she panted under them. Her legs wrapped around Clint’s waist and Bruce ran his hands down her calves. Clint buried his face into her neck to muffle the sound of his approaching orgasm.

Bruce ran his hands up Summer’s legs and over Clint’s back. With the drugs and the way Summer’s cunt squeezed his cock and Bruce fucked him slow and deep and their bodies moving together and how his pulse raced and her skin tasted so salty and yet sweat - it was all too much. Clint bore down on Bruce’s cock and jerked hard into Summer, coming with a loudly.

Bruce pulled out and threw his condom away. “Summer, open your mouth.”

Clint rolled off her and she moved to the end of the bed opening her mouth wide and poking her tongue out. Clint moved up beside her and looked up at Bruce. “I want it too,” Clint said, almost begging Bruce in those four small words.

Bruce groaned and pumped his shaft furiously. Clint looked up at him and watched the way the tendons in his neck pulled tight as he got closer and closer to his release. Bruce grunted and came in hot ropes, from Summer’s mouth to Clint’s, painting the both of them with his seed.

They both swallowed what they could and turned, kissing each other deeply and licking Bruce’s mess from each other’s lips.

Bruce sat down at the end of the bed and Summer pulled away from Clint and climbed up into Bruce’s lap and he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her to his chest and used a kleenex to wipe her face.

Clint got up and started cleaning himself up and looked around for his clothes. “Clint, come back to bed. You should stay so you're not alone when you crash. Especially after all this,” Bruce said, patting the bed.

Clint crawled back into the bed and lay down. “I’m not gonna freak out about it. It was good.”

“Just in case,” Bruce said. “We’ll be here to catch you.”

Clint snuggled up next to them and relaxed. He wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or them or just everything, but at this very moment, he felt at peace in the world.

// NEXT

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sparkleofpizza · 5 years

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Burn book - Tim Drake x reader

A/n: hey guys, so I’ve had this idea in my mind for a while now, since I watched Mean Girls on October 3 and I thought it would be nice to finally write it and see how goes. Hope you like it!

Warning: the names Bradley, Valerie and Carmen are all made up names to fit in the story. Language, mentions of blood and violence.

Requested: no

Summary: Y/n grows suspicious of her boyfriend activities, something happens at school that only fufil her suspicions.

Word count: 2.368

A movie scene. Your school looked like a movie scene right now. A scene from a movie you’ve seen countless times before.

You stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed watching the scene unfold in front of you. Lips slightly parted as a small laugh escaped your throat. You felt like Regina George watching everyone go crazy after their secrets got spilled.

Someone had decided it would be funny to recreate the Burn Book from Mean Girls, and printed the pages trowing them at the hallways for everyone to see. Everyone’s secrets were on those pages and you were a bit afraid that somehow it said something about you - although you didn’t have any secret that would make you want to dig a hole and bury yourself into it.

Everything was a bit funny until you realized that it wasn’t so cool at all. You were enjoining seeing things in real life like one of your favorite movies of all times, but things took an aggressive turn when you saw people punching each other. Suddenly you felt very uncomfortable being in there. It wasn’t cool to spill people’s secrets like that.

You reached for your phone on your pocket, deciding to text your boyfriend Tim, trying to know where he is. It would make you feel a lot more comfortable having him by your side. But you didn’t even know if he was at school at all, lately he was very absent and distant, making you wonder if you did something wrong. Even his brothers seemed to be ignoring you.

Someone yanked you by your arm, dragging you and making you stumble down the stairs, falling to your knees. Bradley Walters hovered over you, face red from anger as he gripped tightly on your arm, you knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. You were honestly scared, you sometimes hung out together and got along very well since he was part of the football team and you were a cheerio.

“How could you not tell me?” He yelled, pulling you up so you were face to face “You knew Valerie is into girls and you still let me make a fool out of myself trying to get her to date me! You’re such a bitch!”

You yelped helplessly as you knew no one was coming to your rescue since everyone was too busy fighting with each other to even notice Bradley being a jerk.

“I- It wasn’t my place to tell you!” You replied, trying to reason with him “I couldn’t out her to you, she was’t ready to tell anyone yet.”

“Then how come you knew?!”

“She’s my best friend, I was the first one to know!”

Bradley huffed, letting go of you only to shove you against the lockers and walk past you. You massaged your shoulder, trying to ease the pain from the impact of hitting the lockers. You had to get out of there before things got out of control.

You walked past people, trying to blend in and not call unwanted attention. Hearing stuff like teachers hooking up with students was honestly disturbing. The principal was trying to calm everyone down, but no one was having any of it, they wanted caos. They wanted to get at each others throats and demand explanations out the secrets that were out there.

Carmen Diaz showed up in front of you, yelling because she had just found out you were the reason why she was cut out of the cheerios, because you had told the captain she was flirting with her boyfriend. At that point, you were regretting every gossip you had ever made as you swiftly left the girl hanging and yelling on her own.

But as you left Carmen behind, you saw it. You saw something you wish you had never did, but at the same time it made so much sense. Everything just clicked together in your head. The absence, being ignored, leaving early and ditching you lately, it all made perfect sense. You grabbed the fallen paper, examining it in your hands.

Sweet Tim Drake and nice Stephanie Brown are two cheap cheaters. Jerk and hoe.

And bellow it there was a photo of the two of them.

You felt your heart shatter at this. Stephanie was one of your closest friends, but apparently she wasn’t your friend after all. And Tim, you didn’t even know what to think of him. You always thought he would never ever break your heart, but he did, and he did the last thing you excepted him to do, but it made so much sense now. Everyone knew, all of his brothers and probably his friends that became your friends knew as well, and they left you in the dark, left you to keep making a fool out of yourself.

There was tears pricking in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of all of this people. Too engrossed in your own sad thoughts you didn’t see a flying bottle made of glass, aimed to someone else, but that hit you straight in the head, soaking you in both water and blood as it shattered, making you fall backwards and loose your senses for a while.

Oh God, how did all this shit happened?

After way too many accidents like yours happened, the police finally arrived at Gotham Academy, restoring the peace. You watched Tim’s older brother Dick talking to some of the students and you knew all of his brothers were probably there, because they always showed up at things like this. You walked out of school trying not to get attention to you, but it was kind of hard since there was a lot of blood coming out of your forehead and you were way too light headed.

Your presence, however, did not go unnoticed as Tim’s best friend was the first one to see you, being in front of you in a blink of an eye. Conner Kent eyes were wide when he saw you.

“Y/N, holy shit! I didn’t think the situation at school was this bad! We need to get you to the hospital, you’re bleeding too much!” He gently grabbed you by your shoulders and started guiding you towards people “Tim is over there, he’s worried sick about you when you didn’t answer your phone. We weren’t in school today and...”

He stopped talking when you abruptly stopped walking. He glanced at you, worried that maybe you were going to pass out from blood loss.

“I don’t want to see Tim.” You whispered

“What?” He frowned

“I said that I don’t want to see Tim. Ever again. Or you, or any of you ever again. Fuck off and leave me alone. You’re all a bunch of liars!”

You stumbled away from him, trying to find someone else to take you to the hospital. Honestly, right now, you pretty much rather pass out on the floor than take any of their help.

But that was when Tim saw you, and damn didn’t that make his heart beat too fast out of panic because of the way you looked. Your skin too pale, a hand shaped bruise on your arm, your white uniform blouse stained in red and oh, the amount of blood in your forehead. Before he knew it, he was sprinting towards you, pulling you in his arms. He was so grateful you were safe, and now you were with him so nothing else was going to happen to you, he is going to take you to the hospital and then he’s not leaving your side.

You struggled against his grip, making him release you as he though he might has been hurting you, maybe there were others injuries. But there was hurt and betrayal in your eyes, aside from the tears. You did not look happy to see him at all.

“Sweetheart...”

“Don’t.” You cut him off “You’re free to be with her, I’m breaking up with you.”

Tim opened and close his mouth. Too shocked and confused to even say something. Be with who? Why were you breaking up with him? What did he do? What actually happened inside of the school? He only snapped out of it when he saw you leaving, running right back to you, holding you in place.

“What- What are you talking about?”

“Go be with Stephanie, you don’t have to sneak behind my back anymore. I already know about the two of you. From all the things I excepted when you started drifting away from me, being a cheater wasn’t one of them.”

“I- Y/N I didn’t cheat on you! I could never to do that! Look, you’ve lost too much blood and you’re not thinking straight. Come on, let me take you to the hospital.”

He was desperate, trying to understand what was going on. Did he neglect you so much this past month that it made you doubt his love for you? He loves you more than anything else in this world, he would do literally anything for you, so what did he do wrong for you to stop believing in it?

You dryly chuckled, shoving a paper in his hands before stumbling away from him as he read what was written in it.

Tim tried calling, tried texting, FaceTiming, visiting, but nothing. You wanted nothing to do with him. He just hoped you would give him a chance to explain himself, to tell you everything and by everything he means including the fact that he’s Red Robin and that’s why he’s been absent and also about that picture.

Conner tried to stop by to convince you to talk to Tim and fix things up, but you ended up slamming the door at his face.

Figuring enough is enough, after almost a month you decided to let Tim explain himself. You were hurting way too much and honestly just wanted to move on, but you couldn’t if you didn’t properly end it. So on a Friday, for the first time, you looked him in the face as you walked past him on the hallway. You actually acknowledged his presence during Biology and even offered you the tiniest of smiles. You told Valerie she could stop glaring at Stephanie and being mean all the time. So he knew you were ready to talk.

After school he went straight to your apartament. Knocking on the door and hoping he didn’t get the wrong signals today at school, but when you opened the door for him, for the first time, he felt relief wash over him.

“Hi.” He said awkwardly “Thanks for... opening the door.”

You nodded your head, letting him in before closing the door and sitting on the couch across from him.

You couldn’t help but notice how tired he look, with bags under his eyes and a even paler face than ever. Was he hurting just as much as you were? It kind felt impossible, he had Stephanie, why would he be sad?

“I am so so so sorry for the way I treated you lately. I never thought it would lead you to believing I didn’t love you anymore or that I could cheat on you.” Tim started, fighthing back the urge to wrap his arms around you when he saw tears in eyes “Sweetheart, you’re the best thing that has ever happened in my life and I love you more than anything. I could never cheat on you, nothing happened between me and Stephanie, we’re just friends.”

“How can you expect me to believe in you when all you ever did lately was ditch me?” Your voice sounded so broken, he himself started crying

“The reason why I’ve been so distant lately is because I am Red Robin.” He said

You stood still, staring at him like he had grown a second head. Tim Drake, your ex-boyfriend, was Red Robin? He worked with Batman. Tim Drake, the same boy standing in front of you, fought bad guys every night to make the city safer.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He pulled out a domino mask out of his jeans pocket, holding it up to his face, right at his eyes and you sucked in a breath. Holy shit, he is Red Robin.

“Stephanie and I are just friends, Y/N. We work together as vigilants, but nothing more than this. You’re the one that I want, the one that I love. You’re the first person I think about when I wake up, and the last person I think about before going to sleep. Everytime I’m fighting some bad guy I keep thinking I have someone to come home to, and that someone is you.”

You sobbed, trowing yourself in his arms, allowing him to hold you. You buried your head in his chest as arms went around your waist, carresing your sides. Tim kissed the top of yout head, feeling at ease after a long month. He ached to have you back in his arms and he never planned on letting you go.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you.” You sobbed into his chest

“Hey, this is not yout fault.” He lifted up your chin so you were looking in his eyes “This is all on me and I primise to make it up to you everyday for the rest of our lives, if you take me back.”

You nodded your head, standing on your tip toes to press your lips against his. It’s been a long month and all you wanted to do was to make up for the time you’ve missed with him.

You both layed on the couch, you pressed against his chest and tangled legs.

“Whoever did this burn book is a bitch.” You said quietly, drawing patterns on his biceps

“Yes, everything is still a chaos. And you never told me how you managed to get that amount of bruises beside the bottle of water that was an accident.”

“Oh, Bradley Walters did that to me. I though you knew?”

“What?!” Tim exclaimed, tighining his arms around you “I guess I’m paying him a visit during patrol tonight.”

You chuckled, kissing his jaw. Everything was falling back to place

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flightfoot · 5 years

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As Luck Would Have It

AO3/FFN

*SPLAT*

Everyone froze.

Slowly, Kagami stood back up.

A crushed piece of chocolate cake unstuck itself from the back of her kimono and landed on the floor. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In Animaestro, only dumb luck prevented Kagami from sitting on that piece of cake.

What if luck went a different direction?

What would the consequences be?

*SPLAT*

Everyone froze.

Slowly, Kagami stood back up.

A crushed piece of chocolate cake unstuck itself from the back of her kimono and landed on the floor.

This- this is what she wanted right? This was the plan she’d agreed on.

But seeing the look of horror on Adrien’s face, the way Kagami’s breath hitched… she couldn’t make herself believe it.

“Kagami?” Adrien whispered, reaching out to her.

Kagami’s face slowly crumpled.

She let out a sob, then dashed away, revealing the huge brown stain on the back of her clothes.

“Kagami, wait!”

Adrien started towards her.

“Just- just leave me alone!”

He froze, hand still outstretched.

He straightened up, looking devastated. “Kagami…”

She ran.

“Hah! That’ll teach her.”

Marinette turned towards Chloe. A look of glee covered her face.

She- she was happy. Thrilled, even, at Kagami’s flight.

Why wouldn’t she be? This was the outcome they were working towards.

That THEY were working towards…

What was she DOING?

This was wrong.

Marinette felt like her stomach was being drained, as if there was some whirlpool in there that sucked up any good feeling and left her simultaneously feeling empty and sick to her stomach.

This was a bad dream right? She’d never do something like this. Yeah! It had to be one of those dreams where you apparently did something awful within the background of the dream, but before the dream actually started. So you’re just dropped into it with a backstory that doesn’t match who you are, and you just have to live in it.

She watched the proceedings as if in a trance. None of this was real. She was just an observer, watching from the outside.

At Chloe’s words, Adrien turned around, meeting Chloe’s eyes.

They hardened as he took in her expression.

He looked more closely at the chair the cake had been placed on, eyes narrowing as they locked onto the string that Chloe had used to pull it and the chair he originally brought over for her, replacing the clean, empty chair with the one with the cake slice.

His face twisted in anger.

“Chloe,” he hissed, keeping his voice deceptively calm. “What did you do?”

She tossed her hair. “Moi? I’m just enjoying the party, Adrikins. You can do so much better than her.”

“You put that slice of cake on her chair. You pulled the string.”

Chloe gasped. “How could you possibly accuse me of such hurtful things?”

“DON’T lie to me, Chloe,” a bite of anger entered Adrien’s voice. “I’ve known you since we were little. I can tell.”

She shrugged. “So? Maybe I did. It’s not like it was just me who wanted her away from you. Little miss goody-two-shoes Marinette helped.”

Marinette?

Oh. That was her. Seemed like her role in this drama was continuing.

Chloe was still talking. “Besides, now you don’t have to sit next to her anymore. With Kagami gone, there’s an empty seat right next to you!”

She walked up to him, moving to clutch his arm. “Wouldn’t you rather sit next to me, Adrikins?”

Adrien ripped his arm away, backing up several steps.

“NO. What you did to Kagami was not okay, Chloe. You hurt my friend. And pretending that Marinette was involved in this? That’s low, even for you.”

Pretending Marinette was involved? Maybe the dream was changing to get rid of that bogus backstory.

Why didn’t she feel relieved?

“But… I am your friend,” Chloe said, voice dropping.

“After this, I’m not so sure.”

Adrien turned to Marinette. “I’m sorry Chloe dragged you into this, I know you’d never do something like this.”

I know you’d never do something like this.

He was talking about her.

He was wrong.

Adrien just continued staring at her, waiting for a response. His comforting expression morphed into one of confusion.

“Marinette? Are you alright?”

Marinette.

She was Marinette.

She was here, in this moment, right now.

This wasn’t some imagined thing.

She wasn’t going to wake up.

This was real.

Which means that everything she’d remembered doing, she’d actually done.

She ran.

She wasn’t sure where she was going.

So long as it was away from the movie theater, away from that slowly replaying clip of Kagami sitting on that cake, that was good enough.

What had she been THINKING?

That Kagami and Adrien were going to get together?

That Kagami was evil JUST because it meant that she, herself, couldn’t be with Adrien?

Her stomach curled at the thought.

That didn’t justify what she and Chloe had done. If he chose her… well, then he chose her. She had no right to try to take that choice away from him, to drive off the people he cared for.

This… why did she DO this?

But it wasn’t like this was the first time she’d crossed the line with Adrien.

She’d left an embarrassing voicemail, so she’d decided that that gave her the right to break into his locker and steal his phone in order to delete it.

That… that was theft and invasion of privacy. And not for an altruistic reason either, like when she stole Alya’s phone to try and recreate her little shout-out to the Ladyblog. That was for her own personal gain, to avoid embarrassment.

God, he’d probably have just deleted it without listening if she’d ASKED him to! He was nice and respectful like that.

“Marinette…” a small voice squeaked out.

She looked down at her purse. Tikki poked her head out.

“I- I should’ve listened to you Tikki,” she forced out.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok,” Tikki looked at her, reaching out comfortingly to touch her arm. “I know this seems bad-“

“Seems bad?” Marinette choked back a hysterical sob. “I tried to drive Kagami away from him, just because he might like her. I HURT her. She’s done nothing to deserve this.”

Tikki spoke firmly, “What you did was wrong, yes. But it’s not the end of the world. People make mistakes, Marinette. Even mistakes that hurt other people. Even good people have bad days. You just-“

Tikki’s eyes widened. “Watch out!”

Marinette turned around, spotting a blotch of purple flying overhead, getting closer.

She went into crisis mode. “Tikki, Spots On!”

As the red-and-black spotted suit replaced her waitress uniform, she threw out her yo-yo, putting a bit of distance between herself and the butterfly.

Before it could get much closer, she swung her yo-yo out again, catching the butterfly and purifying it.

She let it out, staring numbly as it flew off into the distance.

She’d nearly been akumatized. Nearly given Hawkmoth half of what he needed, and probably doomed all of Paris.

And it would’ve been her own fault.

Did she even deserve to be Ladybug?

She curled up into a ball on a nearby rooftop and cried.

She remained there for the next couple hours.

Adrien collapsed onto his bed at home.

Today had been a DISASTER.

And it had started so well too!

Getting to spend time with Kagami?

Seeing the premiere of a movie that (though he was the only one who knew it) starred I, where he’d gotten to voice himself?

It was just such a funny thought, a little inside joke that only he and Plagg were privy to.

He wished he’d actually gotten to hear the dialogue for the movie’s “Ladybug” before the premiere though. While his own dialogue was at least within the ballpark of stuff he would say (which may have partly been due to his own interventions when it came to the script), Ladybug’s wasn’t remotely like her. Allergic to cats? Please.

Sadly, he hadn’t even gotten to meet the girl who was going to voice Ladybug, much less record alongside her. He’d just been given his lines and was vaguely told of what was going on in the scene and the sort of emotion he was supposed to deliver with the line. He’d always assumed that voice actors got to know the entire script, but apparently that wasn’t always the case.

Ah well. Hopefully Ladybug wouldn’t be too annoyed by how they’d butchered her character.

“So that was a disaster, huh?”

Plagg flew out of his shirt.

“Yeah.”

Adrien flopped over, putting an arm over his eyes. “I still can’t believe that Chloe did that to Kagami. I mean, it’s not that out of the ordinary for her, but I really thought being Queen Bee had helped her to change. But then she pulled THIS stunt. And she had the nerve to blame Marinette too! And Kagami…”

Adrien trailed off. Kagami had calmed her voice enough to tell her mother that she wasn’t feeling well and she needed to go back home. Since Tomoe was blind, she had no idea that Kagami’s clothes were ruined, and she’d had no desire to inform her mother of the truth.

Adrien had watched the movie without her. He’d have rather gone after either Kagami or Marinette, but his father or Nathalie letting him leave was an iffy prospect.

Chloe had taken Kagami’s seat. She’d had the good sense to NOT try to drape herself all over him, but he still would have rather been anywhere else than the movie premiere he’d been so looking forward to.

Honestly he was just shocked no one had been akumatized. Kagami was definitely distressed enough, and Marinette… well, he didn’t know what was up with Marinette. Did she not believe him when he told her that he knew she hadn’t helped Chloe?

He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d rather not fight either of the girls he cared so much about.

Speaking of girls he cared about…

He opened his phone, scrolling through the Ladyblog.

There was a flurry of recent activity, all over a handful of photos.

He looked closely. It appeared to be of Ladybug hunched over, half-hidden behind a chimney. Apparently she hadn’t moved for hours.

Well this didn’t bode well.

“Plagg, we’re going to visit Ladybug.”

Plagg paused in the middle of eating a cheese chunk. “But I haven’t finished eating yet!”

“Eat more later. Ladybug needs us. Plagg, Claws Out!”

Moments later he was running over the rooftops of Paris, glancing at the Ladybug tracker on his staff every now and then.

It wasn’t long before he reached her location.

She still hadn’t moved, looking exactly like she had in the photo from before.

He approached cautiously, not wanting to scare her. “My Lady?”

She yiped and flew about ten feet into the air.

Well. So much for not scaring her.

Was he just really good at sneaking up on people without meaning to? He’d accidentally startled Marinette several times before, but even she usually didn’t jump THAT high. Then again, she didn’t have superpowers.

When she landed, she just stared at him, frozen.

Her eyes were red from crying, mucus running from her nose, and even her hair looked a bit unkempt.

What the HELL had happened?

“Ladybug!” He rushed forwards, taking her by both arms. “What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt someone you care about?” A stab of pain went through him as the next thought came to him. “Was- was it Hawkmoth?”

She gave a sobbing laugh, looking down at her feet. Adrien’s gut twisted. Normally he loved His Lady’s laughs. He treasured every time she laughed at his jokes and antics (even if occasionally it was at his expense). But this? This wasn’t a sound he ever wanted to hear. He never wanted to hear her sound so miserable.

“N-no. No one hurt me. No one hurt anyone I care about.”

That didn’t sound like the end of the story. “Then what-?”

“It was me.”

Huh?

“What do you mean?” he asked hesitantly.

“I hurt someone. I hurt someone BADLY for STUPID reasons. And you know what’s worse?”

She looked up at him. “I realized… I’ve been doing this kind of thing for awhile.”

His Lady had hurt someone? Well… he guessed he could imagine it. She could have a temper at times. He’d seen that with Lila.

But he doubted that she could have hurt someone who had done nothing to deserve it as badly as she seemed to think she did. Ladybug wasn’t perfect, he knew that, but she was a good person who tolerated people even when they’d caused her trouble. Heck, she gave CHLOE a Miraculous!

And when she had gone overboard, she tried to make things right. He’d seen that with Lila as well.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked her hesitantly. This sounded like a civilian thing, but if he could help, he would. He hated seeing her so miserable and alone.

“I-“ She looked torn and lost. “I- I dunno. I’ll try.”

He sat down, cross-legged, and patted the space next to him. She gave him a small smile and sat, leaning against him.

After a few moments she spoke. “I was at an event earlier today. I hadn’t planned to go, but then I found out that the boy I like-“

She froze, jerking her head up to look at him. “Oh crap I didn’t mean to hurt you by talking about him I’msorryI’msosorry-“

He pulled her into a hug.

“It’s fine, Buginette,” he told her soothingly. “I’m not upset or hurt, I promise. I’m just hurt seeing YOU be hurt.”

She took another breath and continued. “So. The boy I liked was there. And so was- so was the girl he’d gone on a date with.”

The boy she liked was taken? Adrien’s stomach did a flip.

He tried to quell the hopeful feeling. This wasn’t about him, and this DEFINITELY wasn’t the time to think about doing anything concerning his lovelife. This was about Ladybug.

“I didn’t like seeing her with him. I thought she might- I dunno, kidnap him to Japan. It was dumb.”

“There’s this other girl. She’s mean to just about everyone. She’s always bullied me, my classmates, anyone around her really.”

Someone had BULLIED Ladybug?! WHY?!

Deep breaths, Agreste. Let her finish the story. You can’t do anything about the people in her civilian life anyway. Concentrate on the here and now.

“She didn’t like seeing him with that other girl either, and she proposed a plan to drive the girl away from him. I- I wasn’t sure at first, but I was just so scared of her taking hi, of him choosing her, I just… I wanted to believe it was justified. I told myself the girl was evil even, that we were in the right! But it was a lie.”

“I- I may not have come up with the plan. But I knew what it was, and still helped.”

She let out another sob. “The plan worked exactly as intended. The girl’s clothes were ruined, and she left, upset and distraught.”

The girl’s clothes were ruined? Wait… this sounded familiar.

No. No, it COULDN’T be.

“The boy found out what had happened. He confronted the other girl, the bully. She tried to lie at first, but soon told him what we did. Even bragged about it. And then, she mentioned that I had helped.”

The bully… could that be Chloe? But then, if that was true, then, Ladybug must be…

“The worst part? He told her to stop lying. That I’d never do that.”

“He thought I was too good a person to hurt someone like that, for such a petty reason.”

“He was wrong.”

Marinette.

Ladybug was Marinette.

She looked up, noticing the way he’d stiffened. Her eyes crinkled, fresh tears welling in them. “If- if you want a different partner-“ her voice hitched. “I- I understand. I didn’t think I was cut out to be Ladybug when I first started. Now… I know I don’t DESERVE to be Ladybug.”

NO.

He pulled her into a hug.

She seemed shocked for a moment, then relaxed, fresh tears falling on his shoulder.

“You’re wrong. You’ve saved the day again and again, and are the kindest, bravest, smartest, most amazing girl I know. You screwed up today. I won’t deny that. But you recognize that now. Everyone can have moments of weakness where they do something wrong, something they shouldn’t have done. It’s part of being human. It doesn’t define who you are, or erase everything else you’ve done. Kagami was hurt, but not irrevocably.”

“Kagami?” she whispered. “You- you know who she is?”

He gave a small nod. “Your description was a little too exact. I saw the whole thing. It wasn’t hard to guess who you were talking about.”

“Then- then you know…?”

“You’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The best partner I could ever ask for.”

She melted into him. He stroked her back, comforting her.

They stayed like that for several more minutes.

Finally, she pulled away.

“I can’t believe you found out like this, and you’re still… you’re really too sweet, you know that?” she said.

He shrugged. “I like to see the best in people. They can mess up and do something wrong, but everyone’s got their own lives, their own things going on. Sometimes someone just makes a mistake. Sometimes they’re hurting, and just don’t know how to deal with it. Unless they’re really, actively malicious or hurt someone irrevocably, I don’t think they should be written off entirely. And someone just having a bad day, then realizing that they did something wrong and regretting it? We’re all human, Buginette. The important thing is to try not to do it again.”

She flinched. “This… this isn’t the first time I’ve crossed the line when it comes to Adrien.”

A small thrill ran through him as she said his name.

“Remember how I said I’d been doing this for awhile?” she continued. “I’ve been obsessed with Adrien since the beginning of the school year. I- I paid close attention to when he said he’d go somewhere and what his usual routine was, and wrote it down on my schedule so I’d know what he was supposed to be doing at all times. I’ve eavesdropped on him before, especially when he’s with another girl, I’ve got his pictures all over my walls, I’ve made him birthday presents through his 30th birthday now to make up for the last one I gave him losing my signature somehow, and I even bake him a special macaroon every week just in case I work up the courage to finally give it to him!”

She winced. “The worst one though, before this, was stealing his phone.”

Adrien blinked. Marinette had stolen his phone? When would she have-

Oooooh.

“That was the time you were late to the statue unveiling ceremony, right?” he asked.

“How did you-? Never mind. Yeah, that was it. I’d been trying to ask him out to the movies, but I could barely speak a word straight. I thought it’d finished recording, but nope. And I- I called him ‘Hot Stuff’! I went to stop the voicemail from going through, but accidentally hit the wrong button. So of course, in all of my great sanity,” she rolled her eyes, “I decided that the best option was to secretly break into his locker while he was fencing and erase the voicemail from his phone before he got the chance to listen to it.”

Well. That explained where his phone had gone.

“Look, I’m sure it’ll be okay. You stole his phone and yeah, you probably shouldn’t have. But you were panicked and weren’t sure what to do. If I’d been in that situation… well… I’m not sure I wouldn’t have done that either, in your shoes. It’s okay.”

She buried her face in his shoulder. “He still doesn’t know about it though. He doesn’t know about ANY of the things I did. Heck, he doesn’t even know what I did today! I can barely talk to him normally, how can I tell him about all the crazy things I’ve done?! …And I really need to tell him. Even if he hates me and never wants to see me again, he deserves to know.”

“Woah woah woah!” Adrien put up his hands. “What makes you think he’ll hate you?”

She stared at him, slack-jawed. “Did you not just hear about the stuff I did? Of course he’ll hate me! I know you don’t Kitty, but you’re not him!”

Oh the irony.

Adrien shook his head. “He doesn’t hate you, Marinette. I don’t think it would even be possible for him to hate you. I know that for a fact.”

“How- how can you be so sure?”

Adrien took a deep breath. “If you really want to know how I know so much about the situation – how I know so much about what Adrien thinks – I’m gonna have to detransform.”

She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “…Okay. Just – let’s move somewhere a little less visible.”

He grinned. “After you, Milady.”

A few minutes later, they alighted on Marinette’s balcony.

She turned to him. “So. You think that detransforming will explain everything?”

He nodded, suddenly nervous. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…

Too late now though.

“Just… try not to scream.”

She blinked. “Scream? Why would I-“

“Claws in.”

She screamed.

Maybe a joke would help?

“So, do you still think I’m Hot Stuff?” he asked, flexing one of his arms.

Marinette burst out laughing.

Meowch. That was a hit to the ego.

Still. It accomplished his goal of stopping her from screaming. Laughter was better.

“I- You – I told you everything – and you,” she choked out in-between laughs. “You just – how?”

Um.

“How what?” he asked.

“How are you so just… OKAY with all of this?” she asked.

“I grew up with Chloe,” he said. “Remember her reaction? She saw nothing wrong with what she’d done. With hurting others. You? You cared. You cared so much, you broke down sobbing when you realized what you’d been doing. I’m not going to judge you too harshly for getting overenthusiastic and going too far. Not when you clearly care about harming others. You’re a good person, Marinette.”

She stared at him for a moment, then shot him a small smile. “Thank you.”

“I still need to make it up to Kagami though. Or at least, try to. I need to do something to show how sorry I am, and to make some recompense for helping to mess up her kimono- OH!” Marinette shouted, a lightbulb seeming to come on. “I can make her a new kimono! Wait, but I don’t know her measurements…”

“I can help with that,” Adrien told her. “My father helped to design some clothes for Tomoe and Kagami recently, he probably still has her measurements laying around somewhere. I can get them to you.”

She nodded. “Thanks, kitty.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “No problem. I can head back right away and try to find it. Or, well, send Plagg to look for it. He can’t be caught on camera, I can.”

A smile tugged at the edge of her lips. “I’ve heard how lazy Plagg can be. Need a little added incentive for him?”

“That would be helpful.”

“Spots off!”

Newly detransformed, she went downstairs, coming back a few minutes later with some cheesecake. “Think this’ll be good?”

Oh yeah. “This is perfect.”

“I’m glad. You’re helping me to fix my mistake; the least I can do is help with this.”

He carefully took the cheesecake in one hand, making sure not to let it tilt, and ran off back to the Manor.

Marinette headed down to her bedroom to start on some ideas for her new design. She’d messed up. But the world hadn’t ended. Maybe Kagami would forgive her. Maybe she wouldn’t. But at least she would have tried to make amends.

And as for Adrien…

She went too far with him, became obsessive, even slightly possessive at times. But her relationship with him wasn’t broken. Far from it.

And he returned her affections.

She’d step back a bit. Rein herself in. She didn’t want to get pulled into that hole again. Didn’t want to repeat her previous mistakes.

But maybe later, maybe once she was confident that she was okay.

Maybe then, she’d finally ask Adrien – ask her Kitty – out on a date.

#As Luck Would Have It #ml fanfic #Miraculous ladybug #identity reveal #animaestro #ml salt #Marinette salt #I guess #Technically #She's not going to be yelled at #Or treated like an awful person #She made a mistake in Animaestro #And I'm exploring some consequences of that #But no one's gonna judge her too hard #She's a kid #She made a mistake #One that hurt others #But she'd try to make up for it as soon as she saw the consequences

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Earp-A-Palooza 2019

Okay, so by request, a few of you asked if I could share my experiences again. Below the cut, I’ll go through my weekend at Earp-A-Palooza, but right now I just want to start by saying this was one of the most special experiences of my entire life. I am so unbelievably glad I was able to go and that it worked out. Honestly, it was a true blessing. Also, I don’t get to mention this in here, but the whole weekend, Dom and Kat were calling me by name and I was almost never wearing the badge that actually said my name on it, so they clearly just remembered that I’m Steph. Considering I know I haven’t told Kat my name since at least Expo in June, if even then, that was pretty rad. I think I reminded Dom at EH Con, but she remembered it now, so I’m definitely not complaining! That was a really neat feeling, just to know that I’m known by them. Is that totally dorky? Maybe. But how many people can say that about their faves? And how many faves even bother to remember people’s names the way this cast does with us Earpers? I’m about to say it a dozen times at least, but these people are really special.

My Friday started off in a rush, leaving my apartment at only 5 AM to drop off my apartment keys for my best friend before catching my flight to St. Louis. Customs took a long time to get through, and I felt anxious to get moving. I was tired as hell, only having slept for 45 minutes, but so ready for the con adrenaline to kick in. I had this really strange feeling in my gut. I kept looking around, and it felt like I was crazy. But something was just nagging at me and it was really weird. Except then, at about 7 AM, I turned around in my seat by the gate, and Kat Barrell was walking in.

So there’s that!

Someone tagged her in a reply to a tweet I made and I swear I saw her look around really quickly out of the corner of her eye. I was kind of blocked from her view by a few people, and also it was, again, 7 AM. She also doesn’t know my username since I don’t interact with her online much even though we’ve met in person several times, so she didn’t really know who she was looking for if she did, in fact, see it.

I figured I’d go say hello, but then leave her alone. I also didn’t want to bother her, so I waited until they made the first boarding call. She wasn’t in zone 1, but she put her phone down and wasn’t too busy, so I casually walked over and said, “I don’t want to interrupt, but I just thought I’d come say ‘hi.’” She looked up and recognition clicked and she grinned and greeted me. I kind of hung back in case she wasn’t up to talk but she initiated a conversation and I wasn’t about to turn her down. She asked if I was going to St. Louis for Palooza. I said, “Yeah, it would be kind of weird if I was just here and not going.” She laughed and said, “Maybe you’re going to Indianapolis” (these were the only two gates in our area for a very long stretch). I conceded and said I was going to the con and she asked if a lot of my friends were going. I told her just about all my friends were going and that made her pretty happy to hear. We chatted awhile, not really about anything serious but it was still a good conversation. This was the one time I didn’t mind that boarding was taking ages (seriously, like fifteen minutes). Our plane was also a walk out on the tarmac and so we boarded together in the same zone and before she took her seat, she smiled and said, “See you there!”

I never sleep on planes, but literally everyone on the flight (all twelve of them – we were on the tiniest plane) had crashed. I was way too excited about the weekend, so I mostly just listened to music and played games on my phone.

When we landed, Kat was further up so she was off the plane before me, but she had to stay to get her skycheck luggage. I wasn’t going to be a creep and linger since the bag I had to pick up was over on the baggage carousel across the airport. She waved as I walked by and I said “see you later!” I went to get my things and meet my friend.

I hung out with a few people for awhile before the con and made some really fun new friends who were rooming with a couple of people I knew. I had so many laughs just on the way over to the con hotel that it was really a magical start to the morning. I had been sick earlier in the week and concerned that I would have to sleep a lot in my down time but I felt really great, and I was happy to check in and go right to registration and start meeting up with everyone.

I had told myself to be calm about photos and autos this con and had so many plans to only do 4 photos the whole weekend that literally dissipated as soon as I got there. I bought a Dom and a Kat solo for the very first day and you’ll soon see that over the course of 3 days, 4 photos easily transformed into 11 plus selfies. Oops? Sorry not sorry.

My first photo was with Dom. As I hadn’t planned anything for these extra photos, I basically just winged it with whatever I thought would be cute. She was so energetic when I walked in. She grinned so brightly when she saw me and said it was nice to see me again and complimented my hair. I have always curled my hair for them, but I was lazy getting up at 3:20 AM so I had just straightened it but she really liked it, so maybe I don’t hate my hair straight anymore. I asked if we could sit and lay our heads on each other’s shoulders. Which, of course, meant softly headbutting each other because I didn’t specify and she checked with me what I wanted. I said, “Okay, just put your head on my shoulder?” and we got a super adorable photo. As I was getting up to leave, she started asking how I was and making small conversation and I was so sure I was going to be kicked out, so I made it really quick, but it was a really great interaction.

Kat’s solo photo came next. As I walked in, she was like, “Hey! You made it!” It kind of made me laugh because yeah, I flew in with you boo. But she followed it up with, “I was looking for you! I was going to offer you a ride, but I didn’t find you.” Wow. Okay. So that happened. I’m still kind of bummed I didn’t see her to get that ride – because how cool would that be!? – but also I would’ve had to linger like a weirdo and it would’ve been very awkward for me to wait for her to get her bags and not just look creepy, so it’s not surprising we had lost each other. I thanked her for the thought though, and I’m still really stoked that she was going to do that at all. Really, this cast is the absolute sweetest and so thoughtful. I know a lot of actors and few of them would want to share a ride with a fan, let alone be the ones to offer. I get it, but there’s something very special about Kat and the rest of the Earp cast, you know?

I also had a real time trying to explain to her the photo of her and Dom I wanted to recreate. She had no idea what I meant when I said she was the small spoon in prom pose and she didn’t know what face to make even though I said for her to just smile. She held my hands really tightly though, and the photo turned out amazing. I have no complaints.

Following that, I went for autographs. I had a giveaway and my friend who couldn’t make it to Palooza had asked me to get her Dom and Kat’s autos, so I moved right to that line. I ended up getting in Kat’s line first, and it moved very slowly. She was chatting with everyone, which was actually quite nice. I love when they’re given time to actually have conversations with us. I don’t actually remember the order of what we discussed, to be honest. When I got up, she asked if I had slept on the plane because she had conked out the moment the engine turned on. I shook my head and said I could never sleep on planes. She asked if I was super tired or if the con adrenaline had kicked in. I told her it kicked in some time at the airport and thankfully I wasn’t that tired.

I showed her that I got my tattoo, which she had written for me at EH Con. Since I had decided to wear a t-shirt tucked into my jeans, I had to show it to her on my phone or else I would’ve had to do a weird flash move. She loved it though. I said I knew it was a little ironic to get “everything is temporary” as a tattoo but that it’s something I tell myself constantly. She nodded and said, “The good and the bad, too!” And I just said, “Exactly. It’s a great reminder.” And she loved that I had done matching ones with one of my best friends on my birthday when I got it. She asked if it really hurt and I said it was my most painful and that I kind of wished the words were shorter because I was like, “Please be done soon!” Ribs hurt way more than any of my others. I don’t know how people do intricate designs there. Y’all are superheroes. I said I was also the dummy who got two in one go and she asked about my other one. I told her I got Dom’s butterfly and ended up explaining the significance, which meant she asked me all about the butterfly project, which was a little uncomfortable. I definitely didn’t mean to be like Tragic Backstory Unlocked™ but I was pretty clear that it was a sign of recovery and that I was six years clean. I can’t remember her exact response but it was along the lines of being proud of me. I thanked her and quickly changed topics as she moved to the second signature.

I told her I had gone to see the movie she had recommended on Instagram and she asked which one. I said, “Last Call,” and she asked what I thought. I told her I liked the story but that I was really amazed by how they had pulled off shooting it, which she agreed with emphatically. I said I was about 20 minutes in before I realized there hadn’t been a cut and that this whole movie was one take, but that listening to the cast and crew describe the process after was really phenomenal. She was so excited I had gone and she thought it was pretty amazing. I also slipped and said I had ducked out of CarmillaCon for a few hours to go and she asked how that was as we were taking our selfie. I replied that it was really great and she said she thought it would be and it sounded really cool.

As I was leaving, she hugged me and said it was great seeing me at the airport and again that she was glad I made it this weekend. So….if I’m having heart palpitations, it’s because Kat Barrell is the biggest sweetheart in the entire world.

I tried to get into Dom’s line and was extremely bummed to find out I couldn’t. Her line was swarmed by people with fast passes and VIPs so it was barely moving, and they cut it well before her time was up. I was super disappointed, but also I’m glad that they’ve been doing that. Dom is often signing very late overtime because she’s too nice to leave and she loves us all too much for that. It’s really good to see cons taking care of her and the rest of the cast, even if I don’t get to see them when I want.

I got into Emily’s line instead. It was pretty busy and I was only getting a selfie, so it was a quick interaction but she was her usual friendly self and gave me a hug and told me it was nice to see me again. She also really loved my t-shirt – which Dom had also commented on at our photo op – because it was a winking Calamity Jane and on the top it said “loves pussy…” and on the bottom, below the cat, says “cats.” They both thought it was hilarious. The design was mine, and the cat was drawn by my lovely friend Catie. You can find it on Redbubble here, if you like it.

That was all I had for the day, so I went out to hang with some Earpers. I chatted with a bunch of them for awhile and went out for dinner before going to the block party. Well, sort of. My roommate and I didn’t want to spend the money for tickets, so we hung out outside with some of our friends who were going in and out and danced around until we went back to our room. And I just want to say here that I met so many new Earpers and got closer with others I haven’t seen much at previous cons. I love this community with my whole entire heart. My favorite people are in this fandom and I wish I could go back and just hug everyone a thousand times.

I was very tired by the time we got back, but my roommate, Autumn, and I still spent awhile dancing around our room and watching the Carmilla movie before bed. It was like 3 AM when we finally went to sleep, which maybe wasn’t the best move since we had to be up at 7 AM the next morning, but it was fun!

I knew the day was busy so I only stuck around for half of the cast panel, and I’ll have to watch the other half on YouTube. I got to see Tim surprise all of us by showing up, though. How cool was that!? Admittedly, some of us thought he might, but that didn’t detract from the moment we heard his voice at all. There were so many screams, and I was stoked. He’s the one cast member I’ve yet to meet and I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to witness that and to get to see him. He’s such a sweetheart!

I had photo ops first thing but I rearranged to get Melanie’s solo on Sunday so I would have a better chance of getting into the autograph line for Dom. I had a Wayhaught photo that I had planned for ages. I was wearing a blazer and presenting a poster of a study I had generated through R to provide evidence of Wayhaught being the best couple on television. Dom and Kat were both like, “Oh my gosh, what is this!?” when I walked in with it. I introduced Autumn as my research assistant and explained the photo, but they were both trying to read the poster. Autumn pointed out that I had really run this through statistical software and done all the programming for it and I said yeah, it was all mathematically accurate and that even though the data was generated, it’s what I felt was the truth. They loved it, even though Dom added, “I don’t understand a word of this, but it’s so cool!” They were both like, “Wait, so what do you want us to do in this?” because they were too distracted to listen to my instructions and I told them again. It was exactly what I wanted from that photo, to be honest. I love it.

I really wanted to get Dom’s autos on Saturday since I knew I would have to leave before her session on Sunday. I attempted to get into her line for the early signing but photo ops had run late and the line was huge. Everyone attending Palooza lined up for everything way before they needed to, and that meant it was really hard to get in for much if you had photos. Literally as I got to the front, they cut Dom’s line, so I went for Kat again. I wanted both of them to sign the poster and had forgot it in my room the day before.

Kat tried to read the whole poster again when I brought it up and asked me about it. I explained that I had done it as practice R coding for grad school since I have to do simulations for my thesis. She thought it was really cool. We also talked about my shirt from the day before because she had signed “Nicole loves pussy…cats” on her banner and I commented on that. She said she loved the cat and asked if I had drawn it. I said I did a mock up and sent it to my friend who could actually draw. But she gave me the biggest hug as I left and I don’t even remember if she said anything after that, to be honest, besides goodbye. I was floating a bit.

Unfortunately, in order to get Dom’s autograph, I had to sell my meet and greet with Varun. I was super bummed, but I’m Dom and Kat trash. They’re the reason I go to these cons. And I really needed to get her to sign not only the poster but the autographs for others. I ended up lining up right after I left Kat, even though it was three hours early. Even then, I was not the front of the line, so that tells you how lines were at this con. (It was really chill in every other aspect, though.) I had two photo ops between then and the auto time, so I ended up having a chain of people saving my space in line and like…thank goodness for them, really. I am so grateful. I think I thanked them like three hundred times because it worked.

But first, my photos. I had a solo with Kat next. I shared it with my friend Vanessa, who was dressed as season 3 Nicole. I was wearing another shirt I designed to copy Nicole’s unicorn tee and had specially made, so I was in a very light ‘casual Nicole’ cosplay. We decided to fight over Kat and she was adorable. We also ended up in behind the scenes videos on Instagram and twitter, so that was cool. (There’s also a BTS shot of her signing my poster!)

Next up was another solo with Dom, and for that I just asked for her to be forehead-to-forehead with me. It’s so cute I don’t think I’ll ever have another profile photo (just jokes – I have a special Christmas one with her and you know I’m too trash not to cycle through photo ops on a loop with her and Kat until I see them again). But I do really love it. As I left, she said, “Thanks Steph!” and I skipped out.

I was stoked to be able to get into Dom’s autograph line at last and it felt like I was able to breathe because I really, really wanted to see her. Honestly that had been my main draw to come, and I know I’ve been very fortunate to meet her previously, but I didn’t want to let anyone down by not getting her auto and I didn’t want to miss actually getting to speak with her!

When I got up to her, she was a bit busy but that was fine because I still had to fish out everything I needed her to sign. Unlike other cons where autos have been capped at 2, I was able to get all three things I needed! Bless. She apologized for the distraction and I said it was no problem at all.

I talked with her about my tattoo of her butterfly first. Normally I like to ask if it’s okay to get someone’s writing before I jump in and do it, but I hadn’t been able to ask her first. I told her I got it and she thought it was wonderful and asked to see it, so I turned around and lifted my hair and she moved my collar to see it and said it was beautiful. I explained to her why it was so important to me and she also asked about the project and said that was really beautiful and she loved it. She was so sweet and wonderful, really.

Again, though, I didn’t want to linger on that topic. I like to make it clear that it’s healing and recovery, not current struggling. So I told her about how my school doesn’t allow plastic bottles and really promotes reusable bottles and how I loved that they did that. Of course, she dug that initiative.

She got to the poster finally to sign it and I just blushed and said it was the dorkiest thing I had ever done. She said that was awesome and that it was good to be dorky. I said I just wanted to make studying more fun and that was the result. She signed, “Nerdy is beautiful,” on the poster. We took our selfie and I asked if I could give her a hug, to which she replied, “Of course!” I thanked her and she said, “Goodbye angel!” as I left. My friend Autumn was there the whole time and she calls me angel, so she was teasing about how that’s her nickname.

Following that, I attended the Men of Purgatory panel and just relaxed a bit with my friends. After the con ended for the day, we went to meet another friend while she was getting dinner….and she had been seated right next to Dom, Varun, Justin, and Tim. So wow. We didn’t bother them, of course, but as they were leaving, Dom saw us and waved and said “hi” and told us to have a great night. They were on their way to the concert, I guess! We waited for our friends to finish eating and then went to the lip sync battle, which was really fun. Kevin was in a wedding dress, Bonnie performed to Melissa Etheridge, and Allison did a baller dance to Chicago. I couldn’t help but dance along. I was kind of losing my voice, though, so I didn’t want to stay for karaoke and neither did my friends, so we called it early.

Sunday was busy but much less hectic overall. It started with the Wayhaught panel, which was so cute. You can all thank Nessa for Kat wearing that Stetson, by the way. She’s the same one who gave it to her at EH Con for the Newlywed panel. Anyway my gay really shone and I had so much fun. I can’t wait for that to be released for everyone (and for me to re-watch!).

Next, I had photos with Tim. Having never met him, I asked for a simple hug. He was so soft spoken and sweet. We didn’t talk much, since it was just a photo, but he’s a very kind man and I was thrilled to meet him! Now I’ve met the whole of the main cast and most of the big guests. And they’ve all been wonderful!

Next was Wayhaught. My friend Catie and I did a joint photo following up on one we had gotten at Expo where Kat kissed my cheek and Dom kissed hers. We switched this time. She asked me if I thought we’d look less like useless gays and I just said, “No.” Spoiler? We didn’t. Dom really did kiss my cheek and that’s never going to get old.

I stayed behind because I had a second Wayhaught duo just by myself but Dom knew that and Kat didn’t, so she started dancing around away from us and Dom was like, “Uh, Kat?” And she turned back and I grinned and said, “I have another one,” and she laughed and apologized but I told her I didn’t mind. I just asked them to do princess face because, like so many others, I hadn’t thought ahead. Oops? I ain’t mad about the result, though!

Two of my friends saved us places in line for the Ladies of Purgatory panel, so I went to that next and loved it. I’m not writing much about panels only because they’ll all be online. But oof. Good content. A lot of tears, though.

I left a couple of minutes early to get into line for photos with Mel and Kat. Their photos overlapped, so I asked where to go. They said, “Get in line 12 for Kat first.” Except when they brought up line 12, we were taken to Mel. So I got Mel’s photo instead. It was simple, but at previous cons I’ve never had a solo op with her and at EH Con, she commented along the lines of feeling neglected because I was always doing ops where I was swooning over Dom or Kat. I love Melanie so much, and I went up and just said, “I feel like I never get to tell you how much I love you, so I was wondering if we could just hold each other for a minute.” She was so soft and just said, “Aw, of course! You’re so sweet! Come here!”

I ran out to get my photo with Kat and asked her if we could hold hands. She took both my hands and I rested my head on her shoulder. She held my hand even as the op ended and gave it a few squeezes and said again how glad she was to see me and said, “Goodbye darling!” as I left. I’m soft. Every time I see this photo, my heart skips another beat because I think about how incredible it was to see Kat in particular this weekend. She really does have my whole heart. What an amazing woman.

My last photo op was an impulse buy (like as if most of this weekend wasn’t impulse purchases?). Autumn, Sakari and I did an Earp sisters duo with Mel and Dom and asked them to feign fighting. Dom initially went into a stance with her fists up and then Mel did…whatever you call this and Dom reached for her leg. I’m totally laughing in this because I’m not an actor and I was like, “What the heck, Melanie?”

Autumn and I had to rush out from the con then, sadly, because the latest flights we could get out of St. Louis were at 5:45 PM and we needed to get to the airport. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to most of my friends, which sucks, but it was better to miss a few hours at the end than to miss the whole con.

Honestly, I know I say this every time, but the warmth in my heart after every Earper convention is unmatched. The cast, the beautiful friends both old and new… I can’t say how much it means to me. I don’t have post-con depression, I just straight up miss my people. And I am, more than anything, so grateful to have been blessed with these experiences over the past year. I am so fortunate and so grateful for all of it. Especially to Dom and Kat for their genuine, soft, and kind words, putting me at ease and making me feel so special and seen, and to all my friends who are now some of the most important people in my life for being my backbone and making me feel more confident and accepted… I can never thank you all enough. Con season is almost over so I won’t get to do this again until next year – although I’ll definitely be visiting my friends in the interim – but gosh, I cannot wait. These memories will carry me through not just until then, but for the rest of my life.

#kat barrell #katherine barrell #dominique provost chalkley #melanie scrofano #tim rozon #emily andras #wynonna earp cast #earpapalooza #earpapalooza 2019

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cruisingheightswithdragons · 5 years

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Summary: Guy has a new ally to his team, and begin planning their next big move. Meanwhile, Charles and Nikita have a heart to heart about the past, and what the future may hold.

A/N: Thanks for being patient with how slow the updates have been recently! Enjoy!

Word count: 2047

Guy waited in what he believed to be a living room in the abandoned house. The lack of furniture, save for an old folding chair made the room barren. The man sat in the folding chair, waiting for his old friend, the metal masked assassin, to return with another ally. Though he was surprisingly welcomed back by the assassin, Guy did not at all feel at home. There was so much he wanted to say to rekindle their partnership, but he knew too well that such a thing would never happen with them.

Guy focused back to the now as he heard the creak of the back door to the house open, and close with a clunk. The metal masked assassin entered the supposed living room, followed by another man around his height, though much lankier. The newcomer looked to be about Guy’s age, maybe a little younger. Regardless, the stranger’s age showed with his wrinkled face, while his long, brown, wavy hair that cascaded down just below his shoulders was streaked with silver. He wore no shirt, opting instead for an open top that exposed his hair peppered chest. As well, his belt with an interestingly designed buckle kept his dark pants up.

“Is this our new ally?” Guy asked with a smile, gazing at the newcomer with welcoming eyes.

The stranger did not change his resting face, which looked as though it were angry. He reached out his hand when Guy did so as well, one firm shake of their hands defused their strangerhood. “Magnus.” He introduced.

“Guy,” Guy returned, “A pleasure.”

The masked assassin folded his arms, and relaxed himself against a wall, looking at the two through his mask, a scowl resting comfortably on his face.

“Have you been made aware why you have been called upon?” Guy asked Magnus.

“As far as I’m concerned, you have your thing, while we get to destroy Dethklok in the process.” Magnus replied.

“True,” Guy said, “but what concerns me is that we stop the end of the world from coming. Whatever happens to that band, I don’t care, so long as we destroy the two who carry the end times on their shoulders.” Guy reached into his pocket, and pulled out two polaroids depicting Charles and Kris respectively. Guy moved the photo of Charles in front. “I believe you may know him.” He handed the two photos to Magnus.

“My old manager,” Magnus explained, “The fact you need him dead is only going to make getting to Dethklok easier.” He took the other photo in his other hand, looking at Kris’s grainy picture. “Who’s this one?”

“They’re the other one that needs to be killed. Don’t be fooled by their small stature, they’re stronger than they look.”

Magnus laughed. “The way you said that made me think they actually took you on and won.”

Guy hissed at the comment, making Magnus chuckle upon realizing that it was true.

“Once that manager is out of the way,” The metal masked assassin said, “Dethklok is next.”

Magnus smiled, and turned from the assassin to Guy. “Where do we begin?”

“Alright Skwisgaar, that was really good.” Nikita said into the small microphone jutting out of the booth covered with buttons.

“Naturally’s.” Skwisgaar replied. He exited the recording booth when given the go ahead to stop, returning to the dimly lit room where everyone else was.

Dick backed up his chair, and spun it around to face the boys. “Good job guys,” He praised, “Let’s keep up this momentum, yeah?”

“You guys did great, considering none of us are sober.” Nikita teased, causing Kris to laugh.

Dick rose from his chair, and made his way to the door. “I’ll see you all later,” He said, “Nikita, babe, you should stick around!” He laughed as he left the room.

“So’s what’s should we do’s now?” Toki asked.

Skwisgaar looked from Toki to Nikita. “We amment’s done pallin’s around!”

Nikita stood up. “No, we aren’t!”

“Besides,” Kris added, “I’m feeling myself sobering up, so I still want to finish my screwdriver!”

The group made their way to the recreation room, where a clutter of bottles and cans of alcohol were scattered across the floor, and went right back to hanging out where they left off.

Every single bottle and can that was scattered across the floor had all been emptied. Three hours had gone by, and it was approaching midnight. Nikita noticed the lack of energy amongst everyone, especially since Kris could barely keep their head up. She however, felt wide awake.

“Alright, I think it’s time we all went to bed.” She advised.

“But we’s having so much fun’s!” Skwisgaar retorted, wrapping a long arm around Nikita’s shoulders in a friendly manner, as if trying to stay standing while sleep waited on his doorstep.

“Come on,” Kris added, “You guys look like you’re going to fall asleep at any moment.”

Nathan looked from Kris to Nikita, and nodded. He pressed a hand to Toki’s back and walked away towards his room, leading Toki to his first. After that, there were no objections as the other three stumbled drunkenly to their respective bedrooms.

Kris settled into the floor, with a comforter draped over their tiny frame. “What about you?” They asked Nikita.

“What about me?” She returned.

“You gonna sleep too?”

Nikita shook her head. “I’m still pretty awake. I’ll lie down in a bit, I’m just gonna appreciate how quiet it is in here now.”

After a brief nod from Kris, Nikita departed to wander the halls of Mordhaus. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, it all let Nikita slip into memories of her time living in Mordhaus years ago. To her, it felt as though it was simultaneously yesterday and eons ago that she met the band and ended up crashing at their place, only to end up staying due to her ability to make them productive.

Nikita stopped in her tracks when she realized she was next to the large, red window that carried so many memories with it. Looking through the glass, she stared at the darkened horizon, deep in thought. A repeat of the prior night played over and over in her head as Nikita tried hard to come to terms with how she was really feeling about it all. Guy had meant the world to her, and to suddenly turn her back on him only made it worse. Nikita wondered if perhaps she should have mentioned the prophecy at all, but the question was shaken off, considering that prophecy would play out even if she had not said anything.

Whispers danced in Nikita’s ears. A familiar feeling of discomfort shook her body as she realized she was receiving prophetic whispers. Despite that, they were hard to discern. “… rejection… power…”

Nikita covered her ears, even though she knew that doing so wouldn’t help. The whispers spoke hushly, with Nikita only being able to make out a few words, before they suddenly fell silent. To replace the whispers, Nikita’s vision went white for a split second as she looked out the window. What looked like a person was seen falling a great height. She gasped as she witnessed the body hit the train tracks below her. Blinking back shock, Nikita peered downward, but the body was nowhere to be seen, not even a bloodstain remained.

“Prophecy…” Nikita mumbled, “that’s what that was…” She shivered at the thought of the poor bastard who was inevitably doomed to such a fate.

A noise caught her attention, and Nikita turned around to see Charles standing a few feet behind her, looking at her with his comforting eyes.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been by this window, hasn’t it?” He said.

Nikita turned back to look out the window, remembering those countless, sleepless nights in which she and Charles would talk about anything and everything. “Yeah,” She sighed, “It has.”

Charles cleared his throat. “I’ve been, ah, meaning to talk with you.”

“About which elephant in the room?” Nikita asked, half-chuckling.

Charles tensed his shoulders, unsure with how to continue. “I… you know I’m not the best at these things, but uh… I wanted to apologize.”

Nikita blinked and turned her head to face him.

“I’m sorry that I hadn’t come back to you sooner, I realize now what that meant to you, and I wish I had known back then. I hurt you, Nikita.”

“Finally admitting it, huh?” Nikita turned back towards the window, and placed a hand to the glass. “What we had… it meant a lot to me. I don’t know how much it meant to you, if it did at all, but to me it did. When you came back that night, I felt betrayed. It was so long since you ‘died’ that I felt like I didn’t matter to you enough to return to. That lie you brought onto me for so long… what else could I feel?”

“But you did matter.” Charles insisted, “There was so much I wanted to say, and so many time I wished I had gone back to tell you, but—”

“— But you didn’t. And you can’t take that back. Things weren’t golden between us then, and I doubt they will be at all. I grieved for you, only for it to not matter at all.”

Charles sighed, and paused. “Things are different now.”

“Given how heartfelt you’ve been since I’ve seen you again, that’s an understatement.” Nikita laughed, but her eyes showed heartbreak.

“With everything that’s been going on, Nikita I think it’s best if we both move on from the past.”

“I tried to.” Nikita held her arms together close to her body, remembering how welcomed and loved Guy had made her feel. “There are some things in the past that are going to leave deep scars no matter how much you try.”

“I know all too well.” Charles sighed. He noticed Nikita step forward as if to regain lost balance. He realized she wasn’t as sober as she let on. “I’m… regardless of what happened with us, I’m here for you if you need to talk.”

“I know,” Nikita said, “I just don’t want to. Not about me anyway. I’ve known Kris for a while and haven’t seen them so fucked on alcohol in a long time.” She relaxed her shoulders as she changed the subject.

“It is worrisome,” Charles agreed, “I’ve noticed them using more as days go by. It seems as though they take any chance they get to be drunk.”

“They always come around, trust me. Kris is too passive to really fight anyone about it.”

Charles chuckled, though he felt a twinge of sympathy as he remembered how much they had taken the night before their fight with Guy, and how little they cared to argue about stopping, no matter how much they wanted to continue. “Even so, they’re nice company to have. I enjoy them being here. I just wish…” He inhaled sharply. “I just wish we didn’t have to know each other because of this prophecy.”

Nikita looked at Charles as he gazed out the window with a look that told her all she needed to know. “Charles,” She addressed, and he looked at her in response, “you love them, don’t you?”

Charles was taken aback. He cleared his head and looked back out the window. “Is it that obvious?”

Nikita sighed, but smiled reassuringly. Though it pained her to know he had moved on, she felt proud of him for it as well. She had seen in just the few minutes they’ve spent together how much he had grown.

Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what I should do, though. I don’t want to break their heart.”

“You won’t,” Nikita said, “Things between us are in the past. You learned from them.” She places a hand on his back comfortingly. “I’ve seen how much you’ve changed since our time, and I’m glad that you’ve grown from it. I can promise you that you won’t let them be hurt.”

Charles smiles at Nikita, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Knowing you, I’m glad those words came from you.”

Their friendship on the path of being rekindled, they stared out the window in comfortable silence.

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thisguyatthemovies · 4 years

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A man and his ‘Killdozer’

“Tread” (documentary; in theaters and on disc/streaming Feb. 28, 2020; not rated; directed by Paul Solet; run time 1 hours, 29 minutes) is the real-life story of Marvin Heemeyer, who – depending on your perspective and a variety of other factors, like how you feel about guns, government and religion – was either a hero or a delusional sociopath. Director Paul Solet doesn’t make that decision for us. Instead he lays out both sides of the “this actually happened?” story, through Heemeyer’s manifesto cassette tapes, recent interviews with those involved, and home footage/photos and dramatic recreations of the events that transpired. Heemeyer was a military veteran and accomplished welder who moved from South Dakota to Granby, Colorado in the early 1990s. Those who knew him, including a woman he was romantically involved with, described him as a likable guy, a man’s man who enjoyed classic muscle cars, snowmobiles and guns. His former girlfriend says he was larger than life and that she felt safe with him. That would change. Heemeyer, wanting to open his own muffler shop, purchased industrial land in Granby for $40,000 at an auction. According to him, that rankled a man who was wanting the lot for a concrete batch plant. The man, Cody Docheff, had connections with the most powerful men in the small (population less than 2,000) town. What ensued was a drawn-out feud with officials over zoning decisions, one that escalated when Docheff purchased an adjoining tract and built his concrete plant. At each turn, Heemeyer felt victimized and denied his God-given rights. He says, on one of his tapes, that he had an epiphany one night while sitting alone in his hot tub – God wanted him to get revenge on those who had wronged him. God’s plan was for Heemeyer to purchase a behemoth of a bulldozer at an auction in California, bring it back to Granby and spend about 18 months turning it into a tank (later dubbed “Killdozer” in the media), fortified with thick steel and concrete and equipped with high-powered rifles and a camera system so he could see out of the thing. Heemeyer was convinced this was what God wanted because the tank fit through his garage door by mere inches. On June 4, 2004, Heemeyer didn’t use that garage door to exit the building with his monstrosity – he plowed right through the walls. He then went on a well-planned rampage of destruction, starting with Docheff’s plant. Other targets includes businesses owned by town board members and town hall, which just so happened to be above the library, where kids were enjoying activities before local law enforcement was able to evacuate the building (a tank covered in steel and concrete doesn’t move quickly). Remarkably, no one died, though Heemeyer fired upon police officers and tried to shoot large propane tanks. His bulldozer, as it was starting to overheat, got stuck on the edge of the basement at the town’s hardware store. Heemeyer killed himself inside his contraption. The scenes of the bulldozer plowing through anything in its path are chilling. You can feel the frustration, even 16 years later, in the voices of police officers who were given the impossible task of trying to disable Heemeyer’s tank. Much of the movie is about what transpired leading up to that June day, and it’s sad to listen to Heemeyer descend into what most would consider madness, though among certain groups of people he is seen as heroic even today. His targets try to paint themselves as innocent victims in their interviews, and collectively they seem believable, but even if they aren’t, were Heemeyer’s actions justified? The entire situation seems like a pointless fight to be the alpha male, waged by big fishes in a little pond, and Heemeyer was convinced God wanted him to be the biggest fish. Heemeyer had a chance to sell his property for $400,000, but he decided this time it was personal. One wishes a voice of reason had gotten inside his head. “Tread” ends rather abruptly, only a few minutes after the story of the rampage ends with Heemeyer’s suicide. I wanted to see more about how the incident changed the town, or some input from a mental health expert or local religious leader. Solet’s film does a solid job of telling a remarkable story. He tells it without judgement, though he leaves that as a possibility for his audience. My rating: 79 out of 100.

#movies #movie reviews #movie recommendation #documentary #tread #marvin heemeyer #paul solet #killdozer #mental health

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thotyssey · 4 years

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Known in the worlds of nightlife, cosplay and general geekdom as a photographer who brings comic book pizzazz and pulp sexuality into his subjects, Fwee Carter is here to make heroes and villains out of all of us.

Thotyssey: Hello Fwee! Thanks so much for talking with us today! How was your week?

Fwee Carter: It was well. I was walking in the park twice a week so I can get my leg back to normal. I’ve been using a cane for the past two years, and finally transitioning to walk without it.

You’ve had mysterious, long-lasting issues with your knee.

I’ve been to multiple doctors, but the main issue was that my knee cap was wandering… and it was corrected with surgery. But for some reason, it’s been taking a really long time to heal.

That sucks incredibly. You’d think, though, that quarantine would be a good excuse to just put that leg up and veg.

I’ve actually done the opposite. When my knee / leg issues started I was put on disability, so I was stuck at home for months. Instead of focusing on what I couldn’t do, I used that time to work on my art and started focusing on doing photo shoots and walking in the park. Now I’m focusing on the walking when I can, and learning K-pop dances so I can really move fast during my work.

K-pop is literally saving the world! Did you see how “K-Pop fans and Tik Tok-ers” allegedly froze out tickets to Trump’s Tulsa rally? Hilarious!

Yes! I live for K-Pop stans! They hold so much power! Honestly, Stan Twice. Stan Red Velvet.

“Fwee…” is that short for something?

Haha, no, it’s just Fwee. It’s my name. It was a name given to me in high school and it stuck, and honestly I love it.

Where are you from, and have you always been a photographer?

I’m originally from Queens, but moved to Long Island before my sophomore year in high school. I honestly was always interested in photography. I would bring a camera with me everywhere, but I thought it was because I wanted to be a reporter. It wasn’t until I joined the school newspaper when I really discovered my love for it.

Once in college, I really discovered Photoshop. I was a part of many, many online communities back then, and people would show me new techniques and tutorials–and I just fell in love with creating crazy images. I would practice all the time. It wasn’t until my last year of college that my professors really encouraged me to work on my craft of photography and photo manipulation.

When I finally moved to NYC, I wanted to start new and open myself up to try new things. I started going to G Lounge for their nerd nights. I met other geeky gay guys like me, and realized I could make this a series… and I just went in creating the Sexy Nerd Project, which is honestly my first and favorite project I’ve done.

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Drag performers and gogo gods are basically real life comic book characters, as far as photo subjects go.

Haha, yup! And the bartenders the DJs. Honestly, if you take the time to chat with them, turns out they are all big geeks.

Yes, geek culture and queer culture go hand in hand! That brings us to the geeky question of the moment: We haven’t had a great on-screen version of Storm of the X-Men since the old cartoon, but now we might see Beyoncé play her in Black Panther 2. Other fans are petitioning for Pose’s Dominique Jackson to get the role! Do you have any Perfect Storms in mind?

Hmm, let’s see. There is American Gods‘ Yetide Badaki, Aja Naomi King from How to Get Away with Murder, Anna Diop from Titans. Even Laverne Cox would make an amazing Storm! I do remember the actress from If Beale Street Could Talk wanted the role as well. But honestly, Marvel needs to cast a dark-skinned black person as Storm. Hollywood tends to cast lighter skinned black actors / actresses for roles meant for darker-skinned black people. It makes white audiences feel “safe.”

Speaking of X-Girls, I enjoyed your shots of geek goddess Megami as Dark Phoenix, and several other characters. She must be the perfect subject for you!

I’ve known Megami when she was just a shy geek, before all the drag. We would invite her out to geeky trivia and geeky Pictionary… and now look at her! She’s is literally running the show now. Oh. and that Dark Phoenix shot we did was actually after a cosplay shoot with her and a ton of friends as characters from Final Fantasy 10, and I had them throw her hair to give that effect!

Do you have an all-time single favorite pic that you’ve taken?

Ah, that’s a tough one! I changed through the the years, but I do love how much I worked on this shot [of Michael Sinatra in a TRON-inspired scene]:

But I also love this one [of Will Hutcheson] because I recreated the iconic Phoenix X-Men cover:

I see on your Insta that you’re posting a new series called “The Body Project” featuring sexy torsos of all shapes, sizes and hues.

Honestly, I had a dream about doing a shoot about it and I thought, “hmm, this sounds interesting.” But I wasn’t sure, so I talked to my friend Kevin and he pushed me to do it. So while I was shooting stuff for Easter, I decided to also take body shots just in case I decided to do the project. And then lockdown happened before I could finish my Easter shoots and upcoming glitter shoots. I edited the bodies I had so far, but I knew it wasn’t enough… so I went back and used images from past shoots. I was planning on asking a ton of different people to shoot, but of course I couldn’t… so I used what I have. There are so many people I wish I was able to shoot, to show off all different types of bodies.

Lockdown might be ending in the near future! Do you have any other projects lined up yet, or ideas you want to play around with?

Since going on my walks in Central Park, I’ve been finding some beautiful locations… so I may do some social distancing photo shoots in there.

Beautiful! Okay, in conclusion: your geek fandom has been well-documented, but who or what in the vast, obscure realm of genre nerdom do you stan the most?

It’s not obscure, but I have three huge fandoms–I know absolutely everything about each of them: Pokémon, Sailor Moon and Power Rangers / Super Sentai. But if we were going obscure, I’d have to say my favorite Power Rangers series is Power Rangers Time Force. I can talk about it for hours. It’s truly one of the greats.

Thank you, Fwee!

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On Point With: Fwee Carter Known in the worlds of nightlife, cosplay and general geekdom as a photographer who brings comic book pizzazz and pulp sexuality into his subjects, Fwee Carter is here to make heroes and villains out of all of us.

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Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars (Week 22)

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Translation Note:

Namahage is a Japanese demon from Akita Prefecture.

Angelica mentions that her father has asked her to use the word “父上/Chichiue” when she’s speaking about him in Japanese. Izumiko and the others find this funny because it’s a very polite, somewhat antiquated way of referring to one’s father. I’ve chosen to translate it to “highly esteemed father” because it has the same, very polite, antiquated feel to it.

Red Data Girl: My Wish on the Night of the Shooting Stars By Noriko Ogiwara Chapter 3: Winter Solstice Part 2 (2 of 2)

The next day when Izumiko went to the student government room, she found blonde haired Angelica sitting in a chair there, enjoying a conversation with Honoka. Upon seeing Angelica, Izumiko stopped dead in her tracks. Angelica, on the other hand, grinned happily when she noticed Izumiko.

“Ah, hello, Izumiko. How are you?”

“It’s been suggested that we invite a few of the exchange students to help with the party, too,” Honoka explained calmly. “It was President Murakami’s idea. When Angelica heard, she was excited to offer her help. She’s in my class, too.”

“The exchange students still feel like guests here, so we were really happy to get this opportunity from the student government,” Angelica said, batting her thick eyelashes. Her words were genuinely heartfelt. “Let’s put together an awesome party.”

With just the two smiling girls inside, the room felt calm. Honoka’s half Japanese heritage seemed more evident than usually as she sat talking next to Angelica.

Just then, the second year bespectacled duo came in. Overwhelmed by the girls’ showy presence, they grew stiff and unable to speak. Instead, they simply sat themselves down at computers and stared solely at the screens, their eyes quickly scanning back and forth across them. When Miyuki appeared with Claus, the two of them didn’t look surprised. However, when they saw the tall, widely built young man’s ruddy face, their interest focused on him.

“He looks like him, doesn’t he?”

“For sure.”

Hoshino and Okouchi got up to stand on either side of Claus. Then they said in unison, “Be our Santa Claus.”

Claus scratched his head and let out a gentle sounding laugh. “I had a feeling that someone would ask me that.”

The two second year boys began talking unabashedly to Claus about this and that. “Seriously, can we ask you to dress up as Santa? Claus, you’re from Germany. It would be completely different than one of us playing Santa.”

“I know, right? We’re so happy we have someone who looks like you here.”

“I’m Catholic, so I celebrate the Festival of St. Nicolas on December sixth,” Claus said, his blue eyes sparkling. “St. Nicolas traditionally delivers presents on the eve of that day. Protestants don’t worship saints, so they say people like Christkind or Santa Claus brings presents on the 24th, Christmas Eve. Santa Claus is the name people living in America and Holland have given St. Nicolas.”

“Old traditions, of course. As to be expected in Germany.”

Claus grew visibly pleased at Hoshino’s interest. “I understand how Santa Claus is portrayed in Japan, too so I have no problems acting out the Santa people expect at celebrations here. He’s a smiling Father Christmas. That’s what people in Germany call Santa Claus, you know. Father Christmas. Actually, St. Nicolas is a bit more of a frightening person to children. He brings a scary faced helper with him, and gives presents to the kids who have been good all year. But it’s said that his helper, Farmhand Rupert, steals away the bad kids.”

Hoshino brightened at Claus’s story as well. “That’s like our Namahage here in Japan. Or the Wild Hunt in Europe.”

As Izumiko listened to their conversation, Mayura came over and said softly, “This is all President Murakami. He wants to use this Christmas party as a way to win over Angelica and Claus.”

“Win them over… to the student government?”

“Yeah. If those two become our allies, we’ll be able to get more information about what’s going on overseas.”

While Izumiko mulled over Mayura’s words, Honoka casually asked Angelica, “I heard your father might be coming to our party. Is that true?”

“That’s right,” Angelica said enthusiastically. “My highly esteemed father, Pierre, is coming.”

“Highly esteemed?”

“Pierre wants me to say that when I speak about him in Japanese.”

Honoka laughed lightly. “Your knowledge of Japanese culture must have come from your then father, huh?”

“Definitely. He’s an otaku.”

Angelica’s tone was light, but it was uncertain of what she had meant by her use of the word “otaku.” At her words, the second year bespectacled duo ended their own conversation and turned their attention towards Angelica for a moment.

“Your father turned his hobby into his job, didn’t he? He’s the head of UNESCO’s East Asia division, and he’s come to Japan a number of times. He’s a big fan of Akihabara, right?”

Honoka glanced at the bespectacled duo for a second, but then continued to speak to Angelica. “So your father works for UNESCO? Isn’t their headquarters building in Paris?”

“Yes! My maman, Cecile, also works at UNESCO. She works for a different division though.” It seemed like Angelica didn’t have to call her mother ‘my highly esteemed mother.’ She continued speaking. “I have a photograph of Cecile. Would you like to see? Cecile’s never left Paris, so she always sends me a current picture of herself.”

Angelica searched in her handbag, and pulled out a small tablet. She pulled up a photo on the screen.

“Wow. You can tell it’s your mom by just looking at her. Who’s the other woman with her?”

“That’s Rochelle. She’s Cecile’s cooking friend.”

Intrigued, Izumiko and Mayura moved forward to see. The photo showed a blonde woman who looked like Angelica and an Asian woman. Both women seemed to be about the same age. They were relaxing in a room that might have been in Angelica’s home. The table in the photo was covered in food.

“Cecile is learning how to cook Japanese food from Rochelle. She’s teaching her how to make dashi and when and how to use soy sauce… stuff like that. Cecile’s really interested in Japanese cooking right now.”

“Is Rochelle Japanese?”

“She is. She was married in France and lives in Paris. She speaks French really well.”

It made Izumiko feel strange to think about teaching a woman in a European home how to cook with konbu and katsuo.

“No matter where you are, people who know how to cook are the best, aren’t they? Maybe I should learn how to cook Japanese food too…” Izumiko said. She suddenly felt badly for just having eaten Sawa’s food without learning how to make the dishes. If a woman who had gone as far as to marry internationally and move to Paris had mastered this aspect of Japanese culture, why hadn’t she?

Someone snickered at her. She turned to find Miyuki. Apparently he had been listening as she had spoken. Like Sawa, he knew very well how little Izumiko could cook and, as a result, how unusual the words she had just uttered were.

It’s not something to laugh about though…

Izumiko grew irritated, but she did not snap back at Miyuki. The boys had also moved closer to get a look at the photograph, and Miyuki’s attention had already shifted to the tablet.

“Is she also a UNESCO—” Miyuki began to ask Angelica, but then he changed his mind and closed his mouth, letting the second year boys speak instead. Izumiko didn’t catch his eye, but with all the talking going on, it seemed like she was the only one who noticed Miyuki’s sudden reaction.

He sucked in a quick breath as he gazed at the photo, but then hid his surprise. Outwardly, it looked like nothing had changed, but he did not open his mouth again for a few moments.

After those few moments, he asked a casual question, but it wasn’t want he had begun to ask before.

“Does your mother’s cooking friend work in the same division as your mother? Does she live near your family?”

“Yes to both, I think. Her house is in the suburbs, but it’s near my parents,” Angelica answered to Izumiko’s surprise.

Miyuki recognizes her. Could that woman be…

Izumiko’s heart began to beat rapidly in her chest at the thought. While she tried her best not to draw attention to what she was doing, Izumiko couldn’t help but glance towards Miyuki.

When the student government meeting finally ended and they could talk freely among themselves, Izumiko could wait no longer. She caught Miyuki at the end of the hall and asked in a whisper, “Rochelle is someone you know, isn’t she? Who is she?”

Miyuki looked at Izumiko in surprise. “You noticed?”

“I did.”

“Shit. I guess I haven’t trained enough,” Miyuki said under his breath, looking away, clearly upset that there was a crack in his poker face. Izumiko didn’t want to say she had noticed because she knew him so well.

“You were so surprised when you saw that person. Is she…”

“Yeah,” Miyuki answered, sounding as if he had given up. “She looks like Kaori. I don’t think it’s just a look-alike either.”

I knew it…

Izumiko had been so sure she was right, but she took a deep breath all the same. She tried to recreate Angelica’s photo in her mind. The woman’s black hair had been in a bun and she had definitely seemed to be Asian. There had been a soft smile on her face, but Izumiko had gotten the sense that she had the strong core of a person who was suited to living internationally in Paris. Just from the one photo, it was hard to tell if the woman looked like Miyuki, but she wasn’t petite. She was tall, although thinner than Cecile and most other people Izumiko knew. She had a simple beauty to her as well.

Rochelle didn’t look anything like what Izumiko had imagined Miyuki’s mother might look like up until now, but now that she was thinking it over again, she didn’t have any trouble seeing possible similarities.

…So that’s what Kaori is like.

“Did you actually know she was living in Paris?”

“No.” Miyuki’s voice was low. “I didn’t know she was living there, and no one told me she had remarried. When I tried to look for her on my own, I had no idea where she was living, but I kind of had this sense that she was abroad.”

“This a huge coincidence,” Izumiko said, surprise coloring her tone. “And better yet, she’s friends with Angelica’s mom.”

‘I know, right? But is it really coincidence? I mean, it’s right in front of me, but I’m still shocked.”

Miyuki continued in a self-deprecating tone. “I haven’t seen her since I was seven, and I haven’t seen a photo of her since then either. Even though I think I only remember her face a little, I would know her if I saw her. I wonder why.”

It was clear to Izumiko that his mother’s appearance wasn’t something that Miyuki could simply be happy about. The feelings that had bubbled up in him after seeing the photo were far too much for him to handle.

“Are you going to try and find out if it’s really Kaori?...”

Miyuki’s words were severe as he responded. “Maybe I will. I don’t know. Izumiko, don’t tell anyone about this. Obviously, you can’t tell Angelica.”

“But what would happen if you asked her specific questions about Rochelle without telling her anything? You can’t really do that,” Izumiko pointed out.

Still, Miyuki refused outright. “What would happen if I didn’t do anything. Right now, all we know of her whereabouts is that she’s hidden herself overseas. You definitely can’t tell Yukimasa that I saw someone who sort of looks like Kaori either. It’s better that he doesn’t know.”

“Then I won’t say anything. This is your business, after all,” Izumiko confirmed. Miyuki had made up his mind, and there was no point in saying anything against that decision now. No matter how good a person’s intentions might be in trying to change his mind, he wouldn’t listen.

I have things that I can’t share with anyone else, too. We’re the same. Everyone has something like this…

Izumiko considered this, staring somewhat sadly at Miyuki.

Only then did Miyuki’s tone turn softer. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said apologetically. “I’m a little surprised you noticed. But to me, Kaori isn’t a necessary person. I’ve lived longer without her than I have with her. It’s better that I don’t think too much about her.”

“Really?” Izumiko looked up to catch his eye, but he had already turned away.

“The people around me now are more important to me than a distant mother. But enough about that. I’m going to teach you how to break that protection charm I taught you. I heard Takayanagi broke through your barrier. If you learn this technique, you could probably do the same thing to one of his.”

They exited the school building, and, just like he had the time before, Miyuki taught Izumiko another charm. Seeing as Izumiko had only vaguely considered that there must be a way to break through a barrier before this, she was glad Miyuki hadn’t wasted any time teaching her how to do it now.

“Thank you. You’ve taught me so much…”

She felt so grateful for what he was doing for her, and more than anything, she wanted to express that gratitude.

If I told him that I wanted to give him a Christmas present, I wonder if he’d accept it without making a scene…

Unaware of what Izumiko was thinking about, Miyuki said, “I’m not doing anything big. You’re already powerful enough on your own that you can get rid of the shikigami on campus by yourself. Don’t forget that. And it’s not just me saying that. Yukimasa wants you to be more self-aware of your abilities, too. Because of everything you can do now, I have a feeling that he’s going to leave the school. His responsibility of watching over your competition with the diviners is over, after all.”

This time, Izumiko did meet his eyes. “Huh? Mr. Sagara is going to stop being a teacher?”

“He hasn’t been around since the end of term exams. You haven’t noticed?”

Izumiko sucked in a breath, realizing that she really hadn’t seen him since then. It was most likely only due to the fact that classes had ended after the exams that she and the other students hadn’t noticed his disappearance and made a fuss about it.

“What will Mr. Sagara do now, then?”

“Do you think he’d actually tell me something like that in advance? If he feels like letting me know, he’ll do it after breaking all contact with me for a while,” Miyuki said, a hint of ire in his voice. “When he shows up, it’s out of nowhere, and when he leaves, it’s sudden too. I have a feeling he won’t show up for the Christmas party. It means that he trusts your ability to act as the leader of this academy.”

“Something about the way you said leader gives me a bad feeling…”

Ignoring Izumiko’s grumbling, Miyuki said, his expression serious, “If you forget that you’re leading this school, there’ll be a lot of problems. Takayanagi will turn into a headache. Still, he’s the figurehead here, and we don’t really know if people are happy with that. I bet there’s going to be trouble at this party.”

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