#but he also knows they will wake up and be Fine so he's extra desensitized to nightmare horror

[mister13eyond]

basically vin's morality is "you have to play with your cat until he's exhausted or he WILL make his own fun and it WILL be destroying your furniture"

[blessednereid]

First Line Tryouts

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Mentions/Warnings: Implied Smut, making out, cursing, eating/food mentions, mentions dead bodies, slasher film mention, dementia mention, slight domesticality(?)

Word Count: <4,200

A/N: This took so long im so sorry, tried to sum up the events of ep 1, while adding some isaac moments! Enjoy! LMK If I need to add anymore tw’s or cw’s.

Taglist: @rogershoe Dm me to be added to the taglist. 

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There was a week left until your second semester began. Isaac was determined to thank you for everything you had done for him since he told you about his dad. 

He enlisted Stiles and a reluctant Lydia to help him with the planning. Isaac was going to make a picnic basket with your favorite foods. After that, Stiles would drive him to Lookout Point, and Lydia would take you there right after he gave her the go-ahead to let her know it was ok to leave. 

Lydia would take you to the mall so that Isaac could prepare the picnic basket. He had bought assorted fruits, a platter of ham and cheese pinwheels, passion-fruit fruit champagne, your favorite desserts, and your favorite chips. He packed a picnic blanket as well as two smaller ones so that you both could lay under the stars and watch them dance. 

After everything was packed, Stiles drove him to the point in the woods, and two miles away from his destination, he called Lydia and gave her the signal. 

When he reached the peak, before he could do anything, Stiles scolded him.

"Hey scarf," he barked. Isaac turned his head.

"Don't try anything with my sister tonight, alright? You may not be in the house, but I will still be watching everything?"

Isaac paused. "Aren't you going back to Scott's house?" 

"I have eyes everywhere, Lahey," he stated simply before waltzing away.

~---~---~---~---~

When you arrived, Isaac had everything set up, the picnic cloth was laid down on a flat chunk, the colorful plastic champagne glasses he had bought were carefully placed down on top of the plates, 

When you arrived, Isaac had already laid everything out. The picnic blanket was spread out on a flat chunk of land, and the ceramic plates sat on top of it. There was a bundle of spoons and forks, knives, and colorful plastic champagne glasses for the both of you. 

"I-saac, haha," you chuckled.

He bowed. "Good evening, madame. How can I serve you today?" He walked over to you and led you to the setting. 

"Isaac, you didn't have to do all this, you know?" 

"I know, but you've done so much for me recently, and I wanted to thank you."

You looked at him fondly, and he stared back at you before breaking away to grab the fruit. He fed you a strawberry, and after that, you both took turns tossing berries into the air and trying to catch them. 

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After you both were done eating, Isaac packed all the remaining food (which was a lot) into the basket and tossed you a cover. He pulled you closer to him once you were wrapped in the blanket and laid down to watch the stars with his favorite person in the world. 

"That's Orion's belt, right there," you thought out loud. 

"That's the big dipper then," 

"How do you know so many constellations?" Isaac questioned, and you frowned. 

"I- uh…" 

"What's wrong?" He looked at you with worry.

"It was something me and my mom did before she died. She would go out to the woods with me—" you paused."—and she would show me where all the stars were. Stiles was never interested. My obsession with finding the stars became so big she decided to get me a telescope and a big book of all the constellations." 

"Oh, so I'm guessing it's a touchy subject?" 

You laughed. "It's a subject that brings up memories. To be honest, I haven't tried stargazing since my mom's death. This was nice." 

"You never told me much about your mom…" 

"And you never told me about yours," you hit back. 

"Touché." 

You went first. "Before everything, my mom was…in all aspects… perfect. Every day when we came home from school, she would have lunch ready, even if we already ate, just some chips and cookies on the table for Stiles and me." 

You smiled. "Mom would take us outside to the backyard and play soccer with us, us two against her. I think she would go easy on us." 

"When she got diagnosed, she started becoming less… tolerant of us. She would yell for the tiniest things,  and they didn't hurt me as much because Dad would always remind us that she didn't mean it, but I guess it always hurt Stiles more—"

"How do you mean?" Isaac asked.

"He was always a mommy's boy. One night we went to visit her at the hospital, I went to the vending machine to get snacks for Stiles and me, and he was gone. When he came back, he was crying nonstop. I kept trying to get him to tell me what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me.  The next day it was like he just forgot about it." 

You both sat there in silence for a while longer. 

"My mom…. My mom was always working. She had her own business making soaps and perfumes and stuff like that." 

"She would always ask—" he gulped. "—she would ask my brother and me to help her with her orders. We would always make a mess, so after we were done, she made bubble baths for us." He giggled at the memory. "When she died, I guess we all changed a bit." 

"I got a little shier, Camden got more impulsive, Dad just lost his filter. He put more effort into making sure we were disciplined." He saw your eyes squint. "He didn't hit us back then. He just had stricter rules." 

You pulled him closer to your chest, and you guys just stayed there, looking at the stars, and feeling, even more, closer to each other than before.

You broke the silence.

"Isaac…" 

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I love you…" 

He leaned down to your face and pecked your lips.

"I love you too," he smiled.

~---~---~---~---~

"Y/n!" Isaac was trying to wake you up. You had fallen asleep watching Nightmare on Elm Street. You had been desensitized to all the blood and gore because you and stiles would always stay up late and watch slasher films. This was when your dad worked extra shifts at the Sheriff's station, and your mom was at the hospital.

"N/n, Wake up!" 

He grabbed your ringing phone and pulled it up to your ear, despite knowing he would face your wrath for doing that later on. Stiles had just called you for the 4th time that night, and you weren't waking up.

When you still wouldn't wake up, he did the only thing he could think of, as illogical as it was. He laid down flat on his back and rolled over, pushing you off the bed. You woke with a start. 

"ISAAC, WHAT THE HELL!!"

"Stiles has called you 4 times in 5 minutes, and you told me to wake you up whenever someone calls you…" He fake-pouted. 

Your expression softened because you couldn't resist his cobalt eyes, but you were still angry. You answered the phone and shouted at Stiles to release your frustration. 

"Stiles, what the hell, you're across the hall. Did you really have to call?"

"Hurry up and get ready, Dad just went out, and we need to go get Scott."

"Why do we have to follow dad? It's his job."

"Someone found a dead body, but half of it is missing,"

"Ok, I'm coming," You said while putting on your jeans. 

"Oh, and leave the golden retriever."

"His name is Isaac, not 'golden retriever,' Stiles!" you scolded. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, hurry up!"

You finished putting on Isaac's hoodie and turned to face him. 

"I gotta go, love."

He pouted. "Why can't I go with you?"

You went to give him a hug. "We should go with the least amount of people possible., so we don't get caught…" you lied. 

"Is Scott going?" He was always able to tell when you were lying. He knew all your tells and your poker face before you were even dating. 

"Fine, It's Stiles."

"So, I realized. Do I really look like a golden retriever?"

You shrugged and said in a pitchy voice, "An adorable golden retriever?" 

He sighed. 

"Be safe, and come back before midnight, please? I don't wanna go to sleep without you…"

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

"It's the start of first-line tryouts. I really wanna make it this year,"

"I'm sure that you'll make it Isaac, you are one of the most hand-eye coordinated people I know, and at every game, I will be there to cheer you guys on!"

 He smiled at your statement and kissed you. 

"Be sa—"

"Y/N, Hurry up!" Stiles shouted from downstairs. 

~---~---~---~---~

You stayed in the car while Stiles was getting Scott, silently cursing him for not allowing Isaac to come but going to get Scott. 

Scott and Stiles got out of the house and piled into the car. 

"Next time you wanna leave the 'golden retriever,' Stiles, we're also leaving the poodle," you angrily intoned.

Scott took up an offended expression. "Poodle?"

"Would you rather chihuahua?"

"Nevermind..."

"No, we're not leaving Scott. He's my best friend," Stiles said defensively.

"Oh yeah? Isaac is my boyfriend, yet he couldn't come!" 

"My car, my choice of guests."

"Fuck off, Miechyvslaw!"

~---~---~---~---~

"We're seriously doing this?"

"Obviously," you stated simply.

He started driving the car, and they headed to the woods where the search party for the body and the other half of it would be located. 

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles said.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles sassed.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making the first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

You interrupted their bickering. "Just out of curiosity, do either of you know what half of the body we're even looking for?"

"Uhhh-" Stiles stuttered.

"And uh- what if whoever killed the body is still out there," Scott questioned.

"Also, something I did not think about."

"It's comforting to know that you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott stated. 

Stiles and Scott continued bickering, but soon, you saw a flashlight.

"Shit! Hide!" you warned, but Stiles kept going. You leaped forward, trying to grab his shirt and pull him back, but your dad caught you.

"Hang on. Hang on. These two delinquents belong to me."

Stiles sighed. 

"I told you to hide, you brat!" you whispered to him.

"Daaaaad!" He enunciated. "How are you doing?"

"So, do you, uh, listen into all my phone calls?"

"Not the boring ones," Stiles said. 

"So, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Wh-who Scott? Scott's home, he said before continuing to ramble.

Your dad had called out for Scott, and when he didn't respond, dragged you and Stiles back to the Jeep. 

~---~---~---~---~

You went back to your room once you got to the house and found Isaac asleep on the bed.

"Izzie!" You grabbed a plush pillow from beside him and whacked him softly with it. 

You went home that night, not knowing where Scott was or what had happened to him while worrying about what Melissa would do to you if Scott got bitten by a coyote and she found out you lured him out there.

He stirred but didn't wake. You groaned and moved beside him.

"Isaac?" you shrilled. "Isaac, you were supposed to wait for me to come back!!"

You shook his body left and right until he woke up groggily.

"N/n?"

He fully opened his eyes and groaned at the comfort that it was you.

"You scared me!" he complained.

You began shuffling towards him and running your hands down his covered pectorals. "Aww… what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Anything?" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Anything, baby," You nodded. 

He pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you passionately, your lips meshing together. He trailed his lips from yours to your cheekbones, then to your jawline, nibbling slightly. You moved your hips forcefully against his, and he brought one hand down to your waist.

"Hey, is this ok?"

You nodded vehemently. 

He pushed your hips back and forth along his while leaving dark red marks towards the base of your neck and your collarbone. He sucked a hickey onto a pulse point, making you let out a moan, which you tried muffling by pressing your lips together. 

He brought his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged slightly before looking up at you. You replaced his hands and pulled your shirt off of your torso. 

He placed open-mouthed kisses onto the tops of your breasts, causing you to throw your head back in delight. He brought his hand back to the small of your back and shuffled you forwards on his lap. 

He turned you over onto your back and continued to kiss from your chest up. He stood on his knees in front of you and pulled his shirt off of his body. He placed one more brief kiss on your lips before gripping your thighs and lowering down your body.

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Stiles drove you, Isaac, and Scott to school the next day. When you got out of the car, Scott and Stiles were talking about a bite that Scott had gotten when he went to the woods, but he assured you that you wouldn't face Melissa's wrath. 

When you saw Lydia amongst the crowd, you dragged Isaac all the way to her. Lydia had never liked Isaac, feeling like her best friend could do much better than someone who wouldn't even talk to her(you) for extensive periods of time. 

"Hey Lyds!" you said with Isaac's face buried in your neck. He was not fond of Lydia either, not that she had done anything, but he had picked up on her apathy towards him and just decided he would do the same. 

"Hey Y/N! Isaac." You all walked into the building and headed for your respective classes. 

~---~---~---~---~

You had English first, and the teacher was rambling about the dead body found in the woods. 

A familiar faced walked into the room, and you almost squealed. It was your godsister, Allison Argent. You knew that her family was moving to  Beacon Hills, but you hadn't known when they would be arriving. 

Chris Argent, Allison's dad, was your mother's best friend in high school. When she gave birth to you and Stiles, she made Chris your godfather.

You quietly clapped your hands at her appearance. She smiled at you before taking the seat diagonally across from you and right behind Scott. You noticed how when he turned around to give her a pencil, he looked highly flustered. 

Before you could point this out and tease him about it, your teacher began to talk about the novel you were reading as a class.

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When you got out of class, you decided to introduce Lydia to Allison. 

When you both approached Allison, she squealed and ran to give you a hug, almost causing you to stumble. You hugged her back for a good five seconds before letting her go. 

"That jacket is absolutely killer! Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked the brunette.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

"And, you are my new best friend!" Lydia said before greeting her boyfriend, Jackson, who had come up behind her. 

"Hey? What about me? Already replacing me with my godsister?" you asked before you felt two slender arms wrap around your waist.

"Never!" Lydia smiled. "We can all be friends." 

You could hear a girl talking about Lydia or Allison or both, and you decided you would defend your friends. 

You walked over to where she was talking to Stiles and Scott.

"Hey, what's going on over here?"

"Oh, Audrey here was asking what Allison did to already be hanging out with your exclusive clique."

"Uh, nothing? She's just Allison." You said, looking at Scott and Stiles but directing it towards Aubrey. You then turned on your heels and walked away.

You had found that your friends had told Allison about the upcoming party and were just about to head to the lacrosse practice for the day.

~---~---~---~---~

You gave Isaac a good luck kiss before he went out to the field, and Lydia looked at you weirdly.

"What is it?" you asked, rolling your eyes.

"Nothing, Nothing."

"Why do you have such a problem with my boyfriend?"

She turned to look at you. "I don't know, maybe it's because you caught feelings when he hadn't said a single word to you for a week and didn't for another week after you first kissed him"

"It could be that when you asked him out and actually confessed your feelings, he waited a week to give you a response and made you think that he was rejecting you, which made you cry?"  

You rubbed your temples. "Lydia, I explained all this to you. He's a shy guy. He just doesn't talk much to people, and he thought I was playing a joke on him."

She shook her head. "Mark my words, Y/N, he's going to end up breaking your heart, and when he does, I'll be left to pick up the pieces."

You groaned. "Allison, does Isaac look like someone who would hurt me?"

"No? He looks like… He looks like a golden retriever!"

The three of you burst out laughing, and Lydia promised to try and be tolerant of Isaac.

Suddenly, it was Scott's turn to try guarding the goal. He allowed the first shot through before finding his footing and blocking the rest of the throws. 

"Who is that?" Your godsister asked. 

"Hmm… I'm not sure who he is," Lydia said questioningly.

You scoffed. "That is Scott McCall. Stiles' best friend. Why?"

"He's in our English class. He seems like he's pretty good," she said sagely.

She changed the subject. "Speaking of Stiles, how is he? I haven't talked to him since I got back."

"He's-" you tried answering but stopped short. "Wooh! Go, Isaac!"

He smiled at you before going to shoot lacrosse balls at the goalie.

On the final day of tryouts, you and Isaac had done stretches, though he didn't know why, and they had run laps around the field before practice had started.

The coach started talking to the players, and you, Lydia, and Allison sat in the stands. By the time practice was over, Scott had made the first line, but Stiles and Isaac didn't. To cheer them up, you had taken them to their favorite to-go restaurant and bought dessert for them.

~---~---~---~---~

It was a Friday night. You were particularly sad, not only because Isaac couldn't go with you, but because Isaac had his weekly dinner with his dad today. So, he wouldn't even be there when you fell asleep. 

Scott and Stiles had gotten into a fight earlier, so he wasn't going to the party. This left Jackson to drive you, who was taking Lydia to the party. This didn't make you too happy, seeing as how Jackson was a self-entitled bastard who got his status from his family and isn't grateful for any of it. 

You didn't understand how Lydia had decided it would be a good idea to date him. But, you knew that the same way she couldn't change your mind about Isaac, she wouldn't change your mind about Jackson. 

You wore a pink satin body-con dress that reached your mid-thigh. Isaac had picked it out for you when he realized he wouldn't have been able to attend the party. He was ok with it being as short because he knew all the guys there would remember what happened to Garrett Ferrero after he started hitting on you at a party. He had to get nose surgery because Isaac had broken it, and his nose swelled up so large, he didn't come to school until it shrunk.

You paired it with opaque tights with fishnets on top and a pair of red, 3-inch, cut-out heels. As for makeup, you had outlined your lips with a black lip liner and smeared a cherry red lipstick over it. You applied minimal foundation and went for a nude eyeshadow look. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom in your outfit, Isaac nearly went feral. He lightly kissed the expanse of your neck, knowing you would kill him if he messed up your makeup, and he ended up backing you both into a wall. 

You had to swat him away after a few seconds of this affair because you had to leave soon, and so did he, albeit reluctantly. You put a black jean jacket on top of your outfit before heading downstairs. 

He left your house a few minutes before you did, but just before you left, Stiles pulled you aside.

"Hey, Y/N, just watch out for Scott today, and especially Allison." Stiles was overprotective of both of you. Before Allison and her family began moving around, she was like a sister to both of you. You three did almost everything together. 

"Stiles, what's going on?"

He sighed. "Ok, this is going to be hard to explain, but you have to go. So I'm going to give you the brief version right now and explain later."

You nodded, beckoning him to continue. 

"The night Scott got bit by that 'coyote'... it wasn't a coyote. It was a wolf, and wolf hairs were reported on the autopsy of the dead body. Scott has been experiencing heightened senses, and he's been stronger. Y/N, he hasn't needed his inhaler all week."

Your eyes widened. You didn't know what to say.

"So… you think he's a werewolf."

"Better to be safe and absurd than sorry and sad. Tonight's a full moon, and he just wouldn't cancel that date. Just look out for them, you know?"

You bobbed your head up and down vigorously. 

You left the house, and outside were Jackson and Lydia, in the front seat of his Porsche. It was a nice ride but a bit overly embellished for someone who only just got his license.

 ~---~---~---~---~

Later at the party, you had last seen Allison and Scott as they were dancing. You were dancing with your friend, Marya Cullen. She was a freshman, so she didn't really know most of your other friends. You had met her through your job at Forever 21, and you instantly clicked. 

She was really drunk, so you called another one of her friends and asked them to take her home. Marya had given her friends a list of the people allowed to drive her home if this happened. 

It was just as you were putting Marya in the backseat, you saw Scott walking away from her, dazed. While that happened, a mysterious guy who looked much older than you were approaching Allison. 

"Hey, I'm her friend. I got it, thanks!" 

You walked with Allison back to her house after grabbing all your belongings and immersed in conversation, mostly about how weird Stiles was being. Stiles was driving in his Jeep when he saw you coming from Allison's house. You got into the Jeep, and you both went home. 

When you got there, you changed into your pajamas and laid down onto the surface of a cold bed. You grabbed your thickest pillow and pulled it into your arms, trying to create some semblance of a feeling of Isaac laying down with you.

~---~---~---~---~

You awoke to bright sunlight and a buzzing phone by your head. Isaac had been calling you to ask you to let him in the house. You realized it was high time that he gets a key to the front door. 

You went downstairs to greet your boyfriend, and you noticed that he had brought Starbucks. You almost caused him to fall to the floor had he not caught you in time. He set you on the floor and kissed your lips before heading to the kitchen.

He had gotten your regular order, as well as your favorite drink, and he had gotten his order as well. 

You guys say down to just eat and relax.

He took a sip of his iced coffee before saying anything.

"My dad wants me to work at the graveyard," he said, pensive.

You choked on your food. "What?" 

"Well, he said he's cutting off my allowance." 

"So he said I can either earn it by working at the graveyard or stay broke." 

"That's fine, darling?" 

"I know, but I still want to get a job to save so once I turn 18, I can move out. And, he is willing to let me choose my own hours, or really just give me hours that don't interfere with lacrosse practice."

You gave him a solemn look and whined. "But that means we won't have as much cuddle time?" 

"He shouldn't even be in your room," your dad said, approaching you from behind.

"Hi, dad."

"Good morning, Mr. Stilinsk—"

"Isaac," your dad interjected. "It's fine. You can call me Noah." 

Isaac smiled. 

-------fin--------

[followtheowls]

For a fic prompt, could you possibly write something about Ezra being injured and the medbay and Kanan and Hera are waiting for him to wake up/are worrying. Thank you so much :)

Thanks for this prompt <3 I also used it as a part of my ficlet series on ao3! I hope you like it

tw: medical talk (nothing to gory or graphic though), non graphic mention of injury

fandom: star wars rebels

characters: Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger

Words: 1.7k

The Medbay was not a quiet place, Kanan decided. He took in his surroundings from his place in his chair, in the corner of the small Medbay that was designated for waiting. He could hear the medics bustle around chatting and moving from one patient to another, the medical droids zooming around looking for their next task or procedure, and the medical equipment and machinery hum and creak while they carried out their functions. He could hear the beeping and chattering of binary from the droids, and the medics’ attempt at a hushed conversation. To Kanan, it seemed ironic that a place for healing and resting would be so incredibly noisy, but then again, he was probably more sensitive to it than most. He found that the loss of his vision had forced his other senses to adapt and subsequently become more sensitive to compensate for the loss of his eyesight.

The scent of bacta was thick in the air. So thick, in fact, Kanan could feel it burn his nostrils as he breathed in. The scent provided almost an instant headache, and his stomach churned as it reminded him of agonizing memories, in this very Medbay, from his recovery after returning from Malachor. Nothing eased the effect of the smell, it was something that was burned into his memory unchangeable. Even breathing through his mouth was only a half solution, the odor was so saturated and overwhelmed the air that he could almost taste it. Kanan wondered how the medics were able to work here all day. They probably become desensitized to it, he thought, too much time spent alongside it to let it bother them anymore. Kanan hoped he wouldn’t have to spend enough time in this overwhelming environment to even get near the point of getting used to it.

Kanan felt like a raw nerve, exposed and vulnerable. There was a lot to try to keep track of through the Force, and though he had grown accustomed to using the Force to guide himself through life, right now it was taking extra concentration to center himself. He was feeling everything too keenly. He jumped as he felt someone brush his side accidentally, sitting down in the seat next to him. Hera, he thought. He felt her hand slip into his and squeeze. He returned the gesture, squeezing back with equal pressure. He waited for her to speak first. 

“The medical droid says if all has gone well in surgery that they should be finished soon. He’ll probably be put in a bacta tank for a day or two, depending on how well the surgery goes. They didn’t have any other information to give us.” She stated quietly. Kanan just nodded and tightened his grip on her hand. They sat in silence for several minutes, and Kanan once again became ambushed by the chaos of the medbay.

He prided himself on his ability to remain calm in stressful situations, something that had been hammered into him during his upbringing at the Jedi Temple, but, at the moment, he could feel himself begin to drift from those teachings. Somewhere in Medbay, his padawan, his son in everything but blood, was lying broken and exposed on a table in an operating room, with several surgeons working hard to save his life. He needed to find his balance and his center, but he didn’t know how to do that when he was teetering on the edge of losing everything. 

He should’ve been on the mission, Kanan scolded himself. He should have been there to look out for Ezra, to protect him from what he hadn’t learned yet or from the hate of the Empire. Force knows no one ever did that for Ezra before Kanan was around. Kanan could even fathom imaging the possibility of losing Ezra now. That’s not how it was supposed to go, children were not supposed to go before their parents, it’s against the natural laws of the universe. 

Hera spoke up suddenly. “Stop,” she said sharply. “I know you. Don’t do that.”

“What?” Kanan responded, genuinely confused.

“You’re blaming yourself. I can see it all over your face. This is not your fault or my fault. The Empire. They did this,” she hissed, her anger a white hot presence in the Force. He just hummed in agreement and stroked his thumb over the back of her hand.

Several more minutes passed, it was hard to tell how long they sat there not speaking, just waiting. It could’ve been five minutes or an hour. Kanan really couldn’t tell. He felt Hera stiffen next to him and sit up straighter, and through the noise of the Medbay, he could hear footsteps getting louder and moving towards them. Together they both stood to greet the medic.

“He’s alive and he made it through the surgery. It was touch and go for a while, and his heart arrested once on the table, but we were able to successfully revive him and repair his internal injuries,” explained the medic. Kanan let out a shaky breath he didn't even know he was holding, and slid back into his seat, nauseated and tortured by the knowledge that his padawan’s heart had stopped. 

Hera’s voice shook as she found the strength to speak. “Thank you so much. Will there be any long term effects? Any lasting issues we need to know about? And can we see him?”

“He will, hopefully, make a full recovery,” responded the medic. “There is a very small possibility that there could be some neurological deficits caused by lack of oxygen to his brain during the time that his heart stopped. But, in my professional opinion, I think that possibility is extremely low due to how quick we were able to restart his heart, but we won’t know until he wakes up. Otherwise, he is young and strong, and it is expected that he should recover just fine. though he will need to take it easy and rest for a few weeks. Right now, we have him immersed in a bacta tank to ensure a speedy recovery. I can take you both to see him if you like.”

Hera let out a cry of relief and happiness and she bent down to tackle Kanan in a desperate embrace. He returned it with equal ferocity, almost numb with relief. If the situation wasn’t so dire and serious, Kanan maybe might have made a joke and pointed out just how mom Hera was being. It would have been funny if the situation wasn’t so, just, not funny. The tears were evident in Hera’s voice when she responded that yes, they would like to go be with him, but Kanan was not one to judge. He knew if he had functioning tear ducts, he would’ve been bawling minutes ago.

The medic led them out the door and into a big open room adjacent to where they just waited. Kanan could sense a few medical technicians and droids fluttering around doing their jobs, but his focus immediately snapped to the muted-but-thankfully-still-there presence of Ezra that was emitting from what was presumably inside the bacta tank in the center of the room. While Kanan was his usual brand of stoic and silent, next to him Hera let out a half-suppressed, choked gasp. The medic respectfully excused himself to give them space, telling them he would be in his office if they needed anything.

Beside him, Kanan heard Hera let out another water breath, and he felt her struggle in the Force to contain herself and her emotions. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side, prompting her to lean into him. It was just as much for his support as it was for hers. It would be okay, they could be unbalanced together. 

Hera shook under his arm, and he felt her lose a bit of the emotional battle she had been fighting. He heard the small plops of tears as they slipped off her chin and made contact with their clothing. He squeezed her a little tighter and whispered reassurances that Ezra would be okay, trying his best to be comforting, but certainly feeling like he was failing. Kanan was hovering between a mix of not knowing what to say and navigating his own residual numbness, shock, and terror from the terrifying moments when he hadn’t known if he still had a living son or not.

After a minute or two of silence between them, Hera, always the most verbal with her emotions, spoke up. “Kanan, he - he,” she was cut off involuntarily by a forceful sob. She attempted to gather herself and start again. “He - just - he looks s-so young,” she whispered, her words choppily cut apart by sobs. “And so f-fragile, in there. The tank is so b-big and - and he just looks so small.” She finished her sentence, and abandoned any premise of maintaining her composure by dissolving into quiet, but powerful tears. She turned away from the sight of their kid in the tank and leaned into him fully, pressing her wet face into his sweater. 

Kanan couldn’t or didn’t have the capacity to imagine what she was looking at. He couldn’t bring his mind to produce that image for him. But, for the very first time in the eight months since becoming blind, he didn’t actively wish for his sight back. At this point, Kanan had mostly accepted his blindness, and had learned to lead his life without sight. But, typically the most emotional moments with his family were the moments he truly wished for his vision. But not right now. He knew that the scene in front of them would be seared into Hera’s memory for life, but something deep inside him, he realized guiltily, was relieved he couldn’t see it. Relieved, because, maybe, he hoped, this way the image wouldn't haunt him. That he wouldn’t go to sleep at night and dream of it, or freeze in the midst of a firefight for fear of seeing it again. Just in that fleeting moment, he felt grateful. Grateful that he didn’t have to see what Hera was seeing, Ezra hurt and broken, and suspended in bacta while connected to a million wires. Grateful that Ezra was going to recover. Grateful for more moments with his family.

[littlegoldfinchh]

20 OTP Questions

Tagged by the loveliest @shallow-gravy , sorry it took me so long lmao😭

Also sorry for the spelling/grammatical errors ksksks

Tagging: @oktraoktra @fromathelastoveritaserum

Holly and Jacob

1) Who can outdrink the other?

Definitely Jacob. Give Holly more than one glass of alcohol and she instantly becomes a giggling mess.

2) Who says “i love you” more?

I'd say Holly. She said it first (she was patching up Jacob in her cabin, and she just had enough of his "I have to defend Joseph's project with my life" attitude, so she just dropped the "L" bomb. She's a very expressive person, and meanwhile Jacob might not admit it out loud, you can tell from his eyes that he loves her too. (He was surprised though when he first heard it from her, what would anyone, especially this girl almost half his age see in him?)

3) Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Jacob. He never really slept much because of his nightmares, but when Holly came along this changed. She has a little cabin in the Whitetails that Jacob visits quite frequently, and turns out that if he has someone in bed next to him, he can actually sleep better. He still has nightmares sometimes (and Holly quickly learned that she shouldn't wake him up lmao) but usually stroking his back and arms helps.

4) Who swears more?

Maybe Jacob? I mean of course they both swear sometimes, but Holly doesn't like it, and Jacob never loses his temper when he's angry, his self-control is legendary

5) Who does more of the housework?

I guess Holly, because Jacob doesn't spend that much time at her cabin, and he has a bunch of peggies who will clean up the veteran center just fine (the weak have their purpose after all)

6) Who forgets their anniversary?

They don't really have one? Their "relationship" is well..a unique one, and it's not like they're dating. There is definitely something going on between them, but it's easier to avoid naming it than facing the consequences

7) Who steals the duvet in their sleep?

That would be Jacob when he's having a nightmare. Otherwise they both sleep very still, so they don't really have this problem

8) Who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

While Jacob can keep Holly up with his night terrors, she has her own weapon: snoring. She only snores when she had a really exhausting day carrying the whole resistance on her back and she's extremely tired. But oh boy, can this girl snore at time like these. When Jacob heard it for the first time, he literally had vietnam flashbacks lol

9) Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Neither would beg, Holly will keep those animals without anyone else's permission (see Boomer, Peaches and Cheeseburger), and we all know what happens when Jacob decides to "keep" an animal (The moose and bear judges? Remember them?)

10) Who usually makes dinner?

Jacob, surprisingly. Holly usually just eats whatever she can, but after Nick saw her eating gummy bears for breakfast and lunch for the third time in a row, his dad instincts kicked in and he decided to feed her himself instead. Jacob noticed it too, so sometimes he makes some watery mac-n-cheese, because he knows she'll need the energy for later (wink wink)

11) Who plays their music out loud?

Holly! She unironically loves the peggie radio, so usually it plays in the background while she's cleaning her weapons.

12) Who hogs the bathroom?

Also Holly! She likes to keep her hair in a fancy bun, and it takes time because she's still half asleep when she's doing it (Jacob doesn't really understand the fuss about her hair, but he agrees that it's better than letting it get in the way when she's aiming with her guns)

13) Who gives the most compliments?

Jacob. Most of them are praises for her abilities, but come on, that man has a praise kink for sure. Especially when they're in bed.

14) Who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

They're pretty peaceful actually? They both accepted that Holly's cabin is a safe zone, so they don't start fights about the project. She gets fed up with his self sacrificing bullshit sometimes, but so does he with her constant recklessness.

15) Who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Jacob. They're both very subtle with the "thing" that's going on between them, but Jacob enjoys leaving marks on her skin, and he replaced Holly's shitty knife with his own without telling her, just to enjoy the image of her getting embarrassed when someone mentions it

16) Who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Neither of them. Jacob likes to call her she-wolf (or pup but that's a rare one) and Holly sometimes calls him old man when she's feeling extra smug about something

17) Who fusses over the other when they get sick?

Both? Jacob doesn't really get sick, but they do tend to eachother's wounds. As Holly gets injured quite often, this became part of their routine, and Jacob is surprisingly gentle with her during these little sessions.

18) Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Okay so this one got me thinking, because Holly is completely aware of the horrible things Jacob had done (and is doing) and she hates that she's still craving his presence, just to be around him. So I'd say Holly, because she's angry at him, but not as much as she hates herself for loving him.

19) Who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Both of them! Holly never killed anyone before she came to Hope County (she was still a rookie, and arresting Joseph would have been her first "real" job) so it was pretty traumatizing for her. She tries to act desensitized, but after she accidentally eavesdropped on some peggies while sneaking in an outpost, she realized that they are people too with families and loved ones, no matter how wrong the cause is they're fighting for.

After that she had a breakdown (Jacob caught her in a weak moment and oh boy he doesn't know how to comfort a crying girl who is supposed to be his enemy) but in the end he managed to calm her down by rubbing smoothing circles on her back.

And however tough he might be, his nightmares can leave him very vulnerable, so Holly just snuggles up to him every time, touching her forehead against his, and this combined with her calming lavender scent makes him fall asleep faster than anything.

20) Who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Jacob. Holly is still a little shy around him, (even after they had sex) so most of the time Jacob is the one who initiates things. He likes to grab her hips and squeeze them as a warning before he does anything (and he likes the little sound she makes when he does this)

[siswritesyanderes]

May I ask some yandere!Marauders hcs? Extra points for involving all of them :'3

It takes a surprisingly long time (like, about a month, which is long by their standards) for them to realize that they all love you.

Each of them knows individually within a day, of course.

James is quick to be open about it, waxing poetic about every insignificant feature on your body and of your personality, and Peter readily agrees.

Sirius just knows that he wants to bother you more than he wants to bother anyone else; at Hogwarts age, he’s kind of like a little kid who wants to pull his crush’s hair. Except instead of pulling your hair, he wants to prank the ever-loving hippogriffs out of you.

Remus is quite enamored, but hearing James say that he loves you, he becomes self conscious and assumes that you deserve someone like James much more than someone like him. So he admires you silently.

But it all comes to a head one day when Sirius arrives at breakfast late, informing the others that Prewett is walking you to the Great Hall. “So, how do we destroy him?”

It happens to be getting close to a full moon, so Remus is quick to answer, “Depends on if they’re holding hands. If not, dung bomb in his trunk. If yes, dangle him from a goalpost on the Quidditch pitch and leave him there until someone finds him; no team practices on Tuesdays, and it rains tonight.”

James realizes, as the conversation continues. “Hang on. Are we all in love with the same person? Can I get a show of hands?”

He raises his own hand.

Peter raises his hand at the same time.

Sirius throws his hand up almost impatiently, while biting into an apple.

Remus grudgingly raises his hand only to shoulder level and then drops it to the table again quickly. He is blushing profusely.

“Alright. That changes things a bit.”

“Can we focus on Prewett, now?”

“Swallow the apple before you talk, Sirius. Merlin; that’s disgusting.”

Once they all know that they have the same crush, they have to hash out the logistics.

Peter likes following you, watching you, collecting your trash and things you leave behind.

James and Sirius like to have your attention.

Sirius and Remus like to make sure nobody else has your attention.

James will go completely up in arms if anyone has anything bad to say about you- let alone to you.

And Remus will get quite protective if you injure yourself in the slightest way.

They get fairly organized about it.

James and Sirius do most of the talking to you and walking with you, ingratiating as they can be.

“Here, Wormy; a bottle cap from her pumpkin juice. You can add it to your shrine.”

They ensure that you have a positive stance on werewolves, to ease Remus’s worries.

Peter follows you and (per Sirius’s and Remus’s request) takes notes on who you talk to, who you touch, who talks to and touches you.

“Prewett cannot take a hint.”

“Goalpost again?”

“I was thinking the Black Lake.”

“Have some chocolate, Moony; you’re getting murderous again. And anyway, the merfolk would rat us out.”

Remus is placed in charge of isolating you socially. The others have a hand in it, but he’s the best at getting away with the more drastic moves.

He and Peter also sit with you during Quidditch matches, seeing as James and Sirius are otherwise occupied at that time.

They’re both so funny and kind, and you don’t notice how Remus shoots threatening looks at anyone who tries to sit nearby.

“You. Smell. So good,” Peter says earnestly at one point, which is kind of odd but whatever; he’s not actively sniffing you, so it’s fine.

Behind you, Remus is aggressively mouthing, “What was that?! That’s so weird!”

Gradually, you start hanging out with all of them, at once and separately.

Sirius is open and casual about his jealous tendencies, and you find yourself gradually desensitized.

“Yeah, if Macmillan talks to you again, I’m gonna tie him to a sleeping werewolf with his own shoelace and let nature take its course. Pass the toast.”

One day Peter offers you a hair tie and you’re pretty sure it’s yours. Or was yours, months ago.

And James seems to have detention every night because he’s always getting into fights with people who are even slightly rude to you.

“Well, a hero’s work is never done.”

You’re pretty sure this is all abnormal, but acknowledging it feels like it would make things worse. And they’re fun to be around, as long as you don’t think about it too much.

And suffice to to say, no one else hangs out with you anymore.

If you tried to do something to separate yourself from them, well…It’s best that you go along with it.

As far as After Hogwarts is concerned, you will either agree to move in with them or deal with them regularly breaking into your house. 

Like, you’ll wake up and there’s a large, black dog lying across your bed, and Peter is wandering your room smelling stuff and pocketing used floss, and then in the kitchen Remus is making breakfast and James is at the table, reading the Daily Prophet.

“It’s about time you wake up,” James comments as Sirius turns back into a human right behind you and passes you to sit at the table with James. “Remus was hoping you’d be awake to watch him cook, but he’s almost done now.”

“How’d you get in?”

“You’re kidding, right?” “Child’s play.” “Would you care for a cinnamon roll?”

[leviathiane]

SHOW US YOUR WROR RAW UNPROCESSED WHOLE GRAIN ORGANIC NOTES

this is going to be a long-ass post i am so sorry to Everyone! i take a lot of notes.

So, as You specifically know (as well as all of my lovely Soggers) I take a LOT of notes. Obsessively. I write fucking everything bc i have very little memory and very much paranoia. This results in literal Piles of notes. Raw planning, on paper, on my phone– doodles of scenes im brainstorming, bulletpoints, entire SCRIPTS– it’s all there but scattered (I’ve got scenes planned in the margins of my goddamn anthropology notes and deciphering it was a NIGHTMARE) 

I won’t even upload all the photos of my writing notebook, because itd be like 50 pages of illegible nonesense. but heres a couple of planning phase pages. (may be hard to read, I dropped this notebook both into some tidepools, into a creek on campus, and accidentally leaked my waterbottle onto it in my backpack :/) 

if you can’t tell already, yes they all look exactly like this. Some are even more illegible, because I wrote them with the notebook half under my actual class notes. Because i wrote most of them in class. During lectures. And pretending very badly that i was not doing exactly that. (pay attention in class please i got away with this bc i was filling up elective units) 

I’m also flat out MISSING a large portion of my notes bc some of it? isnt even in the damn notebook. its on a sheet of binder paper, or on the empty back of an assignment. I’ve now lost most of those notes, but the ones i do still have are just as (even more, actually) indecipherable chicken scratch: 

Wow, how clean and tidy and easy to follow! i am in hell. 

and this doesnt mention the PAGES and PAGES of outlines that are on my laptop, and the pages of outlined scenes that are on the notes app of my phone. if i put them all, you would have entire chapter spoilers up to the very end of the story so i cant post a lot of them– and also theres just a goddamn lot of them. currently i have 16 pages of outlining. There are no spacing breaks. It is a solid 16 page block of text. Looking at it gives me a migraine. 

some assorted notes which i have dredged up from the deleted parts of the main draft google doc go all the way back to when i started Wror in June and they are Barely more readable than my handwriting on sheer account of: articulation is not my strength. These include: 

“Ch 8 plan: sabo gets trained specially, awakens his armament haki, beats ace in a bunch of spars and proves himself to be anything but vulnerable. The boys are like “we fucking recognize that technique ryu taught you before us!!” and goad ryu into finally starting them both on basic haki training, just to awaken it, since sabo already has. Also this is the chapter that ace finally confronts ryu for his devil fruit after ryu confirms that some devil fruit users can’t be hurt without haki and ace immediately catches onto that and tries to slam his pipe through ryus head. It doesn’t work, ryu catches the weapon with a haki covered hand, to avoid turning to flame with hit and ace just gets frustrated and accuses ryu of hiding his devil fruit, because he remembers what he saw in grey terminal and that now that he has seen haki he can distinguish it from what he saw and he’s sure no one could do what ryu did. He calls ryu a hypocrite for coddling them even after telling them to stop coddling sabo and ryu has to sit them down and explain that yes he does have powers and he has been hdiing it and explains his reasoning. However instead of understanding th eboys just get fired up and say they don’t wnt to be scared of fire, especially not when it means ryu isn’t taking them seriously in a spar. Ryu finally agrees to start them on desensitization training for fire trauma. Fire desensitization training happens on the beach, so that they have water nearby in case things get out of hand. At some point ace gives ryu a considering look and is just like “if you have a devil fruit that means you can’t swim either right?” and ryu is basically just like “lmao yeah” and then ace immediately attempts to drown him. Lots of murder attempts in ace’s department toget his older brother to be less of an idiot with little success lol(extra: ace tried to attack ryu earlier both to confirm that ryu has a devil fruit that would force him to use haki to hide it, and because he now knows that he CAN’T hurt ryu without haki and as thus can’t beat him and make him admit he’s awake without being good at haki.)” [chapter 8] 

“Small sabo lost his hat and goggles in the incident and while he doesn’t remember having them future sabo notices he looks uncomfortable and keeps touching his hair and head. Ace yells at him for it thinking he bandaging are bothering him and that he can’t touch them but little sabo just comments that something about it feels wrong. Luffy blurts our that he had a hat, like luffy does, But he doesn’t now ace begrudgingly mentions that they can’t get a new one in town. Future sabo doesn’t even hesitate and just plops his own hat onto his younger selves head. It clearly too big for him, and almost falls over his eyes but he grins up at future sabo and is like “wow!! Thank you! I’ll take care of it till I have one of my own” and creates a paradox like Luffys own hat. The footsteps younger sabo has yet to fill. This HAS to happen AFTER the talk where they explain that future and past sabo are both the same person, to give little sabo that pressure.” [chapter 9]

“(Right after this older sabo takes them down to the ocean so that they can play a little and desensitize themselves and immediately fucks himself over when he goes weak in the water bc he somehow fucking forgot his own devil fruit again and now even younger sabo is on his case about not letting him near the fucking ocean that little goddamn HYPOCRITE—) )” [for chapter 9]

“Ch 9 plan: they finally leave dawn island. Starts with the boys getting a haircut after training and luffy mentions how long it’s been since they’ve last needed a haircut, giving sabo and ace time to point out that it’s been 2 months now since ryu joined them, and that sabo was completely healed by now. The boys are now aware of the basics of haki, and while luffy hasnt awakened either yet ace and sabo both have a little bit of weak armament haki. (sabo won’t awaken observational haki until he gets his memories back) ryu tries to sneak off into the city to steal a boat but his brothers refuse to leave him behind and keep sneaking out after him, not wanting him to go alone and saying that since he’s been training them they’re clearly stronger and he needs to let them do this. Ryu eventually just lets it go because why the fuck not it’s a dream and they make him feel better. They get the boat out on open ocean and finally fucking sail out, cheering loudly, ryu struggling to make them all calm down but also not really trying. He’s happy as shit, and they’re all so excited and happy and sabo dips a hand into the waves and then smiles so fucking wide and tackles ryu so violently they both nearly tip into the water and it’s just very very good. “ [also for ch 9] 

** I flat out dont Have any outlining from before chapter 6, because i only started actually outling chapters after that. i tend to just sit down and Write up until i hit a plot point or writers block and then am forced to actually think it through and plan rather than letting it come naturally. thats also why the quality and editing is better in later chapters despite everything being written within the same time frame. 

besides entire chapter outlines, there are the scene specific phone notes like:

“(ADDED) Right after they leave dawn, when sabo is sure they’ve gotten enough of a head start, he calls Garp. He doesn’t say who he is, but that all of the boys are safe and happy with him and has them all talk into the phone to assure him that they’re fine. Garp is honestly just pissed off he doesn’t know who’s calling and when he asks sabo just laughs and says a disobedient brat before hanging up. “

“(ADDED) TO EXPAND ON CH 3: sabo gets offered the chance to go with dragon, and he hesitates on the offer to go through with his previous life with the family he’s made in the revolutionary again. He almost agrees, because the bought of losing them in this lifetime is near excruciating but reminds himself swiftly that it’s no place for his brothers and not what they’d really want, and he wants selfishly to be with them as long as he Can until he “inevitably” wakes up. The boys are visibly relieved by this, especially ace. (Sabo gets asked who he is by dragon, who wants to know more about the stranger with his son, but dragon has always been quicker to make connections no one guessed and he just smiled knowingly at sabo and tells him he’s sure the other will have no trouble finding them if he’s in need. Sabo in turn warns him to keep Kuma close, and to look for a slave girl named koala.)”

I have…. many of these. I have Many of Everything. 

finally, i have scene doodles. if i hit a bad writers block it usually helps me to sketch scenes or the character designs to regain my grip on what the hell is happening in the plot– Breach of Intention has character design sketches, pakcbond has MANY scene sketches, even some of my nsfw has some sketches. my wror skecthes arent Good of course, I am an art teacher for children and that means i am more often explaining the color wheel and brush techniques over drawing perfect human replicas– and i just dont really make a lot of fanart? ive never drawn sabo before but i sure have a bunch now. i wont include close ups because they genuinely suck but heres an example pic 

So… yeah thats about everything. this is a VERY long post and yet i only included like maybe ¼ or 1/5 of all the notes i have dbskhjgfkjadns lmk if anyone wants more (or notes for my Other stories, which contain NO WHERE the same absurd amount of shit that wror does.)

[pokemagines]

ishtar relationship hc’s

anon asked: “Could we get general relationship hcs for ishtar? heart eyes emoji @ y'all”

a/n: ishtar is highly underrated i love her sm 10/10 wife... i read her arc in the story and god shes such a well written character...

also i’ve started doing otp memes when ppl ask for general relationship hc’s !!! -- mod touko

who hogs the duvet

you do, ishtar sleeps like a log mostly, and hates being too hot, so she’s fine with you stealing her blankets. of course, if you take all of the blankets, she’ll snuggle against your side for warmth.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

both of you tend to check on each other a few times a day. ishtar moreso than you, though, because you tend to hole yourself up in your room to work on battle plans, so she’ll come in to make sure you’re eating/sleeping properly. 

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

both of you, really. ishtar is really indecisive when it comes to giving you gifts just because everyone else in the army gets you things all the time, so she has to get creative. ishtar is hard to get gifts for because she’s the “you don’t have to get me anything” type, she appreciates personal gifts the most, which are usually a book she’s mentioned or an accessory you made yourself.

who gets up first in the morning

ishtar! she’s used to waking up early because of her duties. when you cling to her, whining because you don’t want her to leave you so early, she’d be torn between wanting to leave and needing to go to training. it really depends on the day (and how strong your puppy dog eyes are) on what she chooses.

who suggests new things in bed

the both of you! ishtar is willing to try most things you suggest and vice versa. 

who cries at movies

you do... ishtar is desensitized to most things, so she doesn’t react to sad parts in movies. when she sees you crying, though, she’ll turn all her attention to you and try to get you to stop crying because she hates it when you’re upset.

who gives unprompted massages

you do! ishtar gets really stiff easly because she’s a worrier and she doesn’t notice half the time that she has knot upon knot in her neck. she’s very thankful for your massages, though.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

ishtar fusses over you because you’re the one who gets sick more often because you don’t sleep well enough and are constantly around other heroes. you try to work when you’re sick which makes you even more sick, so she forces you to stay in the medical tent, fussing over you to get rest until you finally do sleep. 

who gets jealous easiest

neither of you are particularly jealous people. sometimes you get jealous of julius because you know that even though he’s caused her so much pain, she still has complicated feelings for him. you know she loves you and that she broke it off with him for a reason, so she assures you that she only has eyes for you.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

ishtar. you let her listen to “earth” music and she has an affinity for emo music -- like blink-182, green day, and my chemical romance. basically, any music that someone going through their emo phase would listen to, she likes.

who collects something unusual

you collect tactics books, but that’s not really odd. ishtar adds onto your collection because she always forgets to return books to the library.

who takes the longest to get ready

ishtar! her outfit takes forever to put on and it takes you like 10 minutes to throw on your cloak and go. you’ll help her do her hair if she’s running late, but most of the time she’ll take the extra time to do it herself, because she wants to look polished.

who is the most tidy and organised

ishtar by default because you’re a mess. you hardly have time to organize with your busy schedule. she often picks up after you, even though you tell her not to. 

who gets most excited about the holidays

you do! ishtar doesn’t really understand the holidays that much as she’s never really celebrated them (at least, not to the extent that you do). you always make her dress up with you and she does so to make you happy. she always ends up getting into the spirit as your energy is contagious.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

depends on the day, honestly. she doesn’t mind being either (and likes being both) so it really depends on your preference. ishtar just likes being close to you.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

also depends. if ishtar is playing and you’re watching, there’s no way she’s going to lose. you’re just competitive in general... especially when you’re going against any of the askr trio.

who starts the most arguments

neither of you are big on arguments, as you try your best to agree to disagree, but every couple has its fights. you both have started about the equal amount of arguments. (the biggest argument you two have ever had was about you overworking yourself).

who suggests that they buy a pet

you do! there’s many stray cats around askr and every time you see one you beg ishtar if y’all can adopt one. she always says ‘no’ because the two of you are too busy to take care of one, but she reassures you that when you settle down she’ll think about it.

what couple traditions they have

you always take time to take a walk together once a week. not only is it time for you two to discuss everything that’s been going on, but it’s very relaxing walking through the woods together, hand in hand.

what tv shows they watch together

you two are really into crime shows -- from mindhunter to the people vs. oj simpson. though you do like light-hearted stuff from time to time such as merlin and some reality tv shows like queer eye and any cooking show (but chopped especially).

what other couple they hang out with

there aren’t many couples that ishtar gets along with because she doesn’t have many friends in askr, but you introduce her to eliwood and ninian, alm and celica, and ike and soren, all whom you get along well with. she’s polite, but doesn’t feel like she fits in with them. all in all, she prefers to go on dates with you only.

how they spend time together as a couple

again, it all depends on what is going on in the castle on that day. usually, the two of you meet in the library or go on walks and just talk things out. of course, when there’s a festival going on you always make an effort to spend a lot of time there.

who made the first move

you did! you thought ishtar was cute ever since she was summoned, and when you got to know her, you realized she was not only pretty but so very kind. at first, you two would talk a lot about julius and how he cruel he could be to others (she assured you that he was never like that to her) and eventually she worked up the courage to break it off with him. it was hard on her for a long time, because she did love him dearly, but she realized that he was also terribly cruel and she didn’t want to live with regrets in fighting beside him anymore. she leaned on your for support through the ordeal as you knew it was extremely rough for her, but about a year after, you asked her to accompany you to the new year’s festival, this time as a couple, and she happily obliged.

who brings flowers home

you do! ishtar loves peonies, you’ve come to notice, and whenever you spot them when you’re out scouting you make an effort to get some for her. she’s always grateful for them, and thanks you with a peck on the cheek.

who is the best cook

neither of you, that’s what the kitchen staff are for. of course, when either of you is on kitchen duty, it can be disastrous. 

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

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Chapter 7:...So I’m Writing This On The Back Of My Kung-Fu Panda 2 DVDs

It’s the next day and I wake up like I usually do...screaming to annoy Rosa. Too bad I forgot that I’m not at home and I totally woke up the entire dorms, oops. I got all my bathroom things in my caddy and headed to the shared bathrooms.

“Oh wow I should do that” said one of my classmates, pointing at my caddy “it’s better than what I did.”

“Hey did you guys hear that screaming earlier this morning?” asked another classmate stepping out of the shower “I thought somebody was dying!”

Everyone murmured in agreement and it made me embarrassed to confess that it was me. We got some groceries for at least 3 days, thanks to the school pulling some stops so we don’t starve. I brought out the coffee maker out of my room when I finished getting ready for the day.

“Iida-san, I didn’t know you drink coffee” commented one of the boys “I thought of you as a smoothie in the morning type.”

“Ugh fuck no!” I dry heaved as I plugged in the machine “I’m basic, I drink iced coffee with flavored creamer. Everyone in my family drinks coffee, except for my dad, he just serves us our morning cup.”

“Can’t function without it?” joked another classmate.

“Yes, actually” I said so serious as I measured out the coffee grounds “I get feral if I don’t get that first sip of my cafecito” I slam down the lid and turn on the machine “as long as I get my morning coffee and eat on time, you won’t see that side of me....GOT IT!”

Everyone nodded in fear on how bad I can get without food or coffee. Hoshi walks in to see everyone with fear in their eyes.

“Um, good morning everyone?” he hesitated on his greeting “oh Lili, is that the coffee machine you were telling me about?!”

My expression changed from feral to giddy “It is! Look at the settings on this baby!”

“Oh wow it has 5 settings! AND it steams milk!” Hoshi gasped over the complex machine with Lili “are you going to play barista?”

“Dad did tell me I’d have to make my own coffee at some point” I chuckled nervously “I’m pretty sure he meant when I become an adult and move out of the house BUT it can’t be that hard to make latte!”

We got breakfast going and decided who was doing food shopping on what days along with chores. Everyone assumed that I don’t do chores because we have robot servants or something. Jokes on them, we have the same system in our house except I don’t cook family meals. Hoshi and I go to the grass area to check it out.

“Wow, even the grass area is divided” Hoshi said as he pointed to a laser burn line that marks intel territory “wonder what happens in there.”

“My mom and her friends told me that intel students have virtually no rules, so the school can’t touch them if they do the most” I recalled what those three told me “the parties are invite only and they can smoke the devils lettuce.”

“Oh....whats the devils lettuce?” he whispered the last part to me. I started wheezing and laughing “Lili! Don’t laugh! I don’t know what that is!”

“Man! I haven’t laughed that hard in so long!” I calmed myself down “it’s slang for marijuana, my mom uses the term all the time and its so desensitized in my head that I forget not everyone knows what that is.”

“HEY! You’re too close to the boarder hero wannabes!” commanded an intel student as they approached with their posse “got a problem with our turf?!”

“No no! I was just telling my friend here about my mom and all the things she did as her time in the intel dorms” I was scared that they were going to start something that I stiffened.

“And who might your mommy be!” said one of the posse condescendingly “can’t be tougher than us! We’re the top agents of 1st year!”

“My mom is agent 19 of-”

“AGENT 19?! OF THE EMPERORS COUP?!” gasped the group, the tall one spoke up “that means she also knows the other two!” 

“We- we beg our pardon!” one of them took a knee and bowed their head and the rest followed “you’re one of the legends offspring and we didn’t mean to offend you!”

“It’s alright! Please don’t bow it’s fine, really!” I was confused.

“But your mother and her trio are in our program’s hall of fame!” the tall one said as they stood up “they’re an inspiration to us! I train hard so I can carry my team without quirks. They set the bar for agents in training everywhere!”

“Question, why are you in the hero program?” asked one of them.

“Oh my dad is Ingenium, so I guess I’m following his path but with a different approach?”

“And my dad is LeMillion, same thing I guess heh” chimed in Hoshi.

“No way! Two legacy heroes?!” gasped the short one “I feel like such a peasant in front of these royals!”

“Oh don’t feel that way” Hoshi reassured “we’re just like you guys, we’re still learning. We’re nothing like our parents and we’re certainly not royalty” he took a step back “sorry if we got too close.”

“Hey don’t sweat it!” said the tall one “you two are always welcomed to cross our boarders, heck we’ll invite you to the next kickback!”

“Oh that sounds cool, thanks!” I thanked them and Hoshi and I parted ways with them “I was so scared they were going beat our asses!”

“Right?! But they really shut up once you named names” he chuckled “OH I forgot to ask, do you want to do go to downtown? It’s a free day.”

“I’m down, just let me put on my travel sandals and purse!”

As we walk to downtown, I remember that my parents had a lot of memories at the coffee shop there. They said that they’d go to talk as friends but pretended it was a date because they had crushes on each other and didn’t say anything. I laughed at them for that but now I’m sort of in the same situation, literally one hand holding away from it becoming my parent’s love story!

“What are you thinking about?” Hoshi snapped me out of my thoughts “you’re making that face.”

“Oh I was just wondering if that organic body care shop is still here” I know it’s still here but I didn’t want to tell him what I was actually thinking “my mom loves that place.”

“Lets go see, maybe they’ll have something for my acne” he responded and I was relieved he didn’t pry me for the truth. We go in and got what he needed and did more exploring of the area.

“Oh SHIT! It’s a dance supplier!” squealed when I saw the iconic glitter sign on the store front “I totally forgot that they opened a store out here! Lets pop in real quick! I want to see if they have ribbons by the yard.”

“Okay but I have a feeling it won’t be quick” he followed me in and was drawn to the racks of compression wear “oh my-LILI! Are these more durable than the one that I usually wear?!”

“Oh forsure! Try that brand, they have the type of support you’re looking for” I point to the brand and helped him find his size “go try it on, I’ll be over here.”

I go to the wall of ribbons to find something to use for a new support item I’ve been thinking about. In my midst of finding the right one, I don’t notice the people behind me.

“WELL! If it isn’t Miss Perfect herself!” coldly spat a familiar voice.

“Hm? OH! It’s you guys!” I was startled to see my old dance mates “it’s been what? 8 months since I left the studio, How are you?”

“You’ve gotten...top heavy!” criticized one of them “like, you got man arms now!”

“Duh of course they do! They’re a hero now, too good for pirouettes and grace” the former dance mate walks closer to her “what are you doing here? This isn’t your world anymore! Or do you regret leaving and you want to put on the leotard again?”

They all laughed and those words hurt me. I didn’t know what to say but at the same time I wanted to defend myself because I found my happy medium and purpose! But the words couldn’t come out, like I was frozen in place and I couldn’t breathe.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” Hoshi pushed the dance mate away from me to create distance “you might not care but she’s an amazing hero student and she uses dance moves on the field. I see why she left, you’re all mean and cold to Lili’s warmth and kindness!” he grabs my hand “if you don’t mind, we’re leaving!” As he dragged me out of the shop, I couldn’t help but to think about what they said. “Lili? Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

“Hoshi, do you think I belong in hero culture?”

“Huh? Of course you do! You’re the dancing hero!”

“It’s just that” I stopped walking “that girl, she spoke some truth and brought up my deep, dark thoughts. I do want to dance again, I miss going to lessons, like I found my purpose but do I really belong here? Was my role in dance this whole time and I’ve strayed away too far?!”

“Lili stop!” he put his hands on my shoulders “You DO belong in hero culture AND in dance culture. YOU are the perfect marriage between the two! They don’t see it because you have yet to make your debut” he smiled “If you really want to dance like you used to, then teach me! I’d love to learn how you do your spin moves without getting dizzy!”

I crack a smile “You really think so?” he nods in response “Then I guess I do belong, thanks” I give him a tight hug “also do you think I have man arms?”

“Can your arms do this?” he picked me up and hoisted me on his shoulders.

“No!” I was taken by surprise but I was laughing “that I can’t!”

“Then you don’t have man arms” he shifted my body so I sit on his shoulders “these arms are 100 percent man!” he flexed his arms comically “good for punching baddies, moving furniture and holding girls named Lili Perla.”

I couldn’t stop laughing “You’re so extra!” I put my hands over his face and he laughed with me “lets go hit up a corner store, I wanna get some Hello Kitty Curry Cup Noodles to hoard in my room.”

“Are those any good? My dad didn’t let us eat instant noodles” he said as he walked with me still on his shoulders. 

He put me down once we were at the corner store....they were out of the noodles I wanted, so I had to settle with some I wanted to try. Hoshi found the canned orange juice my dad endorses and bought a few to pester me. Not gonna lie, it was kind of cute to see him go the extra effort to get my attention. We walk to the dorms and I totally forget about my unpleasant encounter at the dance store. Then I remembered he held my hand for a while and I freaked out a bit. We held hands...then he did that whole display for me....THEN HE CARRIED ME ON HIS SHOULDERS! I walked to my room and screamed into my pillow. Am I the dense one? Is this just friendly gestures and I’m reading too deep into? How many steps away am I from ‘accidentally’ telling Hoshi “I love you”? Ugh! Why can’t I just skip to the part where I know if he likes me or not!

-The Next Day-

“Hey can you teach me today?” asked Hoshi after I finished washing the breakfast dishes.

“You were deadass about me teaching you?” I was surprised as I thought he meant like another day or during training.

He nodded “Yup! Like I’ve been meaning to ask but then we got busy with things” he did a shaky ballet pose “like how do you keep your poses like that? And how do you do the thing!”

I turn off the faucet “The thing?”

“Yeah the thing!” he tried to imitate what he meant but he lost his balance “I can’t copy it but it’s the thing where you get low like a squat but you walk and do this cool arm flailing.”

“OH! You mean duck-walking!” I laughed at his effort to copy my move “I can teach you but you gotta change into some training clothes and meet me at the grass area near the sliding doors.”

“Will do! I’ll be quick!” he said before running off to his room.

I quickly got into my training clothes and grabbed my portable speaker, trying to beat him to the meeting spot. We got there at the same time.

“Okay so lets get loose and limber!” I said as I started to stretch my back “get to stretching!” He does his and you can see the excitement in his face. “Okay so we’re nice and stretched, time to show you the core of all these techniques” I sit on the grass and motion him to do the same “we work on core and balance points, you might not understand but dancers have wicked core control and all those lean muscles. We use our entire bodies to do the simplest moves.”

“So thats the difference between hero training and dance training? Full body usage?”

“Yes! Thats how I can do this” I put my hands on the ground and hovered my upper body and legs off the ground “without a quirk, pure core control.”

Hoshi tried to do the same but his arms were shaky “I know I can lift more than my weight without my quirk! I see now, I’ve been using the wrong muscles to balance!”

I show him how to work out his core for balance. We didn’t get to dance but showing him the basics was more important. This was our routine for a few days, then a few of our classmates noticed that we weren’t working on quirk stuff.

“Okay, today we can work on actual dance stuff” I excitedly announced “are you ready to begin?”

“Heck yea!” Hoshi was bouncing in anticipation “duck walk! duck walk! duck walk!”

I laughed at his little chant “Okay little ducky, first you squat and make sure your feet are flat and shoulder width apart.” I see him adjust himself into the squat “now I want you to bring your back up straight, find your balance point.”

“Like this?” Hoshi was starting to get shaky.

“Bring your chest out to balance” I point to his chest “I know it’ll look silly but it works, trust me.”

“I believe you, like this?” he puffs his chest out and suddenly he stops shaking “hey! it does work!”

“Great! Now take little baby steps forward” I take a few steps to demonstrate “make sure you keep balance, the slight bouncing is normal.”

“Heh I’m a duck” he laughed to himself as he took his first few steps “what type of dance move is this?”

“It’s vogue/ballroom dance, made popular by the drag scene and gay community” I explained as I watched him duck walking in different directions “my mom has a friend from America that’s a drag queen and he visits at least twice a year. When I was little, he taught me how to vogue and rhinestone nylon tights.”

“A queen?! That’s so cool!” Hoshi was awestruck “can I see you do some voguing?”

“Um sure, gotta find the right song” I pick up my phone to scroll through the family playlists, I chose Raingurl by Yaeji  . I was serving, feeling myself and lost myself in dance. As I finish with a death drop, I heard the sounds of more than one person clapping and cheering.

“Iida-san that was incredible!” shouted our class rep from his balcony “I didn’t know you knew other dances?!”

“That was amazing Lili!” Hoshi clapped the hardest “you looked like you were in your element!”

Some of our classmates came running down from their rooms to swarm me, begging me to teach them too. 

“Woah woah! You really want to learn how to dance?” I wasn’t processing that they enjoyed what I did “I was just showing Hoshi the one move.”

“But you taught it so well! I want to know how you move so gracefully” said one of my classmates, pointing to Hoshi “and it looks like a lot of fun! Won’t you teach us Iida-san?”

“Well if you put it like that, then I’ll teach ya” the response from my classmates sparked joy “we can do a scheduled session out here now that summer break is over and classes are going to resume. Let’s work it out with our class rep!”

And so we worked things out with our class rep, Friday evenings and Sunday mornings are my scheduled dance sessions. Kind of wished it was just me and Hoshi, but the validation from others is pretty cool too.

-Monday, 1st day of 2nd term-

“Hey Lili!”

“Hm? Oh hi Maru!” I was distracted by the intel students on my way to class. I haven’t seen Maru in like 2 weeks, almost forgot he existed.

“Long time no see! How did you settle into the dorms?” he asked with that dumb smile on his face.

“It was alright, food situation sucked for the first two days” I tried not to get mad again from remembering “otherwise, I love my dorm layout!”

“Maybe we should visit each other’s places sometime” he spoke suavely “I have a TV in mine for Netflix.”

“If it’s anything like your room back home, no thanks” I scrunched my nose “I can’t stand you hero otakus! Also, Netflix is garbage tier streaming service, I’d rather watch 20 year old youtube videos.”

Maru’s face went from confident to embarrassed in less than a second. Everyone around us that overheard was wincing at how hard I roasted him.

“Oh jeez Lili that was ice-cold!” spoke up Hoshi “lets just go to class, bye!”

We turn away and Maru was frozen in place. “I was just saying that I don’t want to visit his room, it’s full of his dad’s hero merch.”

“But he was fully making a move on you” Hoshi raised an eyebrow “it was super obvious he wanted you over at his dorm for ‘Netflix and Chill’, you know that right?”

I looked at Hoshi with a confused face “But Netflix is trash! I said what I said!”

“No dummy! He was trying to get in your pants” Hoshi was spelling it out for her “are you that dense?!”

I blushed “N-no! I just don’t see Maru like that!” 

Hoshi was floored and nearly lost his cool “Are you kidding me?! Every boy that comes in contact with you tries to make a move on you” he flails his arms “and every time you curve them so hard that it hurts! You can’t be that clueless?!”

“Well, to be honest, nobody here has gotten my interest like that” I said meekly “I don’t have a crush, I’ve never gone on a date and I’m not sure if I have a type.”

“...Really?” Hoshi was surprised as we turned into our classroom “I just thought that maybe you’ve gone through a few boyfriends.”

“Nope, my dad was super protective of me when I started going to school” I laughed as I sat in my seat “he didn’t want boys talking to me and scared them away when he’d come pick me up from school or dance practice. The only boys I’ve been around are my parent’s friend’s kids that are around my age.” I sigh “I have a feeling he might want me to date within that circle but they get on my nerves! If I had to choose, I’d rather get my legs broken than date any of those boys.”

“That’s harsh but I like that attitude of yours” Hoshi bop’d my nose “so feisty but hardheaded!”

Class started when he turned around. The whole day I was riding on that high of Hoshi boping me on the nose. When we were finished for the day and I went to my locker, I found a letter neatly tucked in between my shoes.

“Huh? A letter?” I was confused “this can’t be for me! I’m not popular enough for confession letters!”

“Oh for the love of- just open it Lili!” Hoshi was stressed out over my dense ass “who knows, it might be promising!”

I open the letter and real aloud “Dearest Iida-sama, meet me by the botanical garden at 5pm. I have to tell you something important, come alone. Sincerely, T.H.” I look at my phone for the time “It’s 4:40 now, I guess I should make my way to the garden” I tug at Hoshi’s sleeve “will you come with me? I don’t want to go alone, I’m kind of scared.”

“Not to worry! I wasn’t planning on letting you go alone” he reassured her “I’ll be hiding out in the jasmine bushes in case things get sour. If need be, I’ll phase into the ground and grab you by the ankle for a quick get away.”

“Sounds like a plan!” I give him the thumbs up and I make my way to the garden. I sat at one of the stone benches and waited, whole time wondering who it may be.

“Iida-san?! Is that you?” call out a voice, it was the class rep.

“Yes it’s me” I quickly get up “sorry if I’m loitering! I’ll just-”

“NO please!” he stopped me from leaving “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, can it wait? I’m waiting for...”I pan over to Hoshi’s face in the bushes, giving me the ‘that’s the person dummy!’ look “wait, did you write this?” I hold up the letter.

“Yes I wrote that” the class rep cleared his throat “sorry for this sudden meeting but I wanted to tell you something that’s been at the back of my mind.”

“Uh huh? I’m all ears, what is it?”

“It’s just that, for a while now, I’ve been in like with you” he gets sweaty “I admire everything you do and how you just don’t care what other people have to say about you or your family. Will you-” he takes a deep breath and bows with his hand out “will you give me a chance? I know you probably aren’t thinking about dating but I promise to make things worthwhile if you give me a chance.”

I just stood there, like a dumbass, not knowing what to say. He’s a decent person but I was too nervous to say anything. I turn to Hoshi and he facepalmed and motioned me to say something. “Ummm wow! I didn’t know you felt that way” I nervously laughed but I felt like I was going to pass out “I don’t know what to say! Uhhhh”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” he stood up from his bow “I understand.”

“No it’s not that! I just don’t know you well enough to know” what the hell am I saying?! I’m word vomiting! “I don’t even know your name.”

“But it’s halfway through the school year! How do you not-”

“I’m really bad with names and saving numbers on my phone” I nervously admitted “I’m just a foul-mouthed, dense, girly girl with bad social skills. Why the hell would anybody like me.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Iida-san” he was having trouble trying to relieve the mood I’ve created “you can take your time! Just write me a letter back or text me if that makes you more comfortable” he turns around to leave “I’ll be seeing you around!”

“Okay, bye!” I waved until he was out of sight “Oh my fucking god what have I done!”

“You have zero social skills Lili” Hoshi said as he popped out of the ground “I was cringing the entire time you were talking, even he wanted you to stop talking!”

“I know! What do I do Hoshi!” I was freaking out.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead “He said it, write back to him, that’s all you.”

“Oh! Why can’t I skip to the part where I’m with my soulmate?!” I huffed and stomped in frustration “feelings are so confusing!”

We head to the dorms and I just speed up to my room, avoiding anybody that might question me. I even went as far as taking a late dinner and eating what was leftover like a gremlin! It took me 3 days to finally sit down and write my response, but like the coward I am, I asked Hoshi to deliver the note to the class rep.

-Friday, after school-

“I didn’t ask but now I’m curious” Hoshi asked me as we got our shoes out of the lockers “what did you say in your letter?”

“I said I’d give him a chance so I can get to know him better” I put on my shoes “can’t be that bad, my mom did the whole dating stuff for a while in high school.”

“That’s great to hear!” he gave me a playful punch in the arm “proud of you!”

I scoffed “Psh I got this!”

Spoiler alert....I don’t got this. When I got to my dorm, I was bombarded with texts by the class rep with plans for a day together this weekend. It got me nervous and I forced myself to just bite the bullet and do a saturday thing with him. Whole time I was freaking out, Hoshi calmed me down the hour before my outing with the class rep.

“Okay Lili, you are young and that bitch” Hoshi was hyping me up in my room as I fixed my hair “it’s your first date, and even if you don’t like him, enjoy yourself.”

I took a calming breath “Okay, I’m ready” I spun around on my vanity chair “how do I look? Can you do a smell check on me?”

He looked me over and checked my scent “You look put together and your good to go with your amount of scent” he gives me a thumbs up as my phone buzzed “he’s probably waiting, text me if you’re in need of escape!”

I give him a thumbs up as I go down stairs to meet up with the class rep. “Hi! Where you waiting long?”

“No I just got here” he smiled as he held his arm out “shall we be off?”

I looked at his arm like a dumbass, like I seriously didn’t know what he was trying to do, so I squeezed his bicep and said “Nice muscles man! Yeah lets go!” and I walked ahead of him.

“Oh um, okay lets go!” he was so confused on my little curve for his gesture “So I was thinking of going to get some boba.”

“Sounds good!” I said in my fakest, polite voice because I don’t like boba. So I was in my personal hell when he ‘surprised’ me with a strawberry black tea with extra boba...at least he also got us some macrons. “So uhhhhh what do you like to do for fun?” I initiated.

“I like to read up on hero history and-” he started to go off on hero shit that I didn’t care about because I heard it all the time from my dad and Mr. Midoriya “...my FAVORITE era was during All Might’s golden era.”

I choked down some boba as he finished talking “Oh favorite era huh? Speaking of, what’s your favorite flavor? Are you a savory or sweet type person?”

“Hmm, I guess I like butter and mild flavors” he took a sip of his drink “I’m not much of an adventurous eater, this is as exciting as my taste goes.”

My brain broke, this is where I should’ve stopped everything and said it wasn’t going to work out. But I wanted to give it a chance “Oh, that’s....interesting?”

“Oh I bet being the daughter of two high profile parents got you a refined taste palette!” he praised “only the finest cuts of fish and fusion foods everyday!”

I laughed “Nah, we live humbly in my house. Almost every night my parents cook and we all have sit down meals” I get a little homesick “My mom is the best cook! She makes mexican and american cuisine, so my taste is more on the spicy and heavy side.”

“Oh that’s cool of your parents” he commented and checked the time “um do you want to go to the next stop?”

“Oh sure!” I said happily as we got up and walked. Surprise, it was the hero museum and it was the opening of the Deku wing... whoopie. Like the trooper I am, I looked at the things he pointed out to me and did my smile with the giggle. Whole time I was just bored, I see this mans all the time HELL! I’m pretty sure my dad and him are having a grand old time at the house right now! As Mr. Bakugo says ‘Stupid Deku!’ and as my mom says ‘Shut up you broccoli ass twink!’ UGH!

“You’ve been awfully quiet” he said nudging me “what’s wrong?”

“Hm? Oh! I was just in deep thought” I nervously laughed to divert.

“About what?” he asked curiously.

Oh fuck what do I say? I don’t want to hurt his feelings “About what my dad said about this factoid” I pointed at the plaque in front of me in panic, fully not knowing what it says.

“About Deku’s debut?” he skimmed the plaque.

“Yea! He was debuted way before this date on the plaque” I’m fully pulling this out of my ass but I also want to leave “Deku made his debut technically when he was still in high school, this just shows his first news covered rescue.”

He looked over the plaque again then at me “You’re right! It IS the first news covered rescue!” he gave me an approving look “you really know your stuff! I like that about you, you’re just full of surprises.”

Phew! I saved myself from embarrassment! But now he likes me even more, big oof on my part. We leave the museum and we pass by the arcade.

“Hey lets go to the arcade!” I tug on his sleeve “they have the vintage DDR machines that are still in use!”

“Oh I’m not much of a video game person” he responded to me “I have something else in mind, lets keep going.”

My smile disappeared “Oh...okay” I let go of his sleeve and I just felt bored again. We kept walking and we ended up at the bookstore, this better be worth it because I really wanted to play some DDR.

“Here have a seat” he pointed at a table that was surrounded by high bookshelves “this is my favorite spot to sit and read.”

I sit and already feel stir crazy “It’s a cozy spot, what do you like to read?”

“I read a lot of-” he goes off on his favorites, spoiler alert, it’s hero history. I don’t know why I bother asking! At this point I wanted everything to just end, it was getting a bit into the late afternoon, I was hungry and losing my patience a bit. “...oh but where are my manners, what do you like to read?”

“I uhhhh read dance and fashion magazines, because you know” I wiggle my fingers “my quirk, I copy what I see on the pages to hone my skills.”

“Oh right! I suppose you’re all about those types of things” he laughs nervously and gets up “I’m going to the front desk, be right back!”

I flash my smile and wait for him to walk out of sight to check my phone. I sent Hoshi the sleepy face emoji to show how bored I was. It was almost 3pm and I was close to just walk out of this outing. I put my phone away just as he comes back with his stack of books. He tells me about his selection but not a single one of these were novels or non-fiction, just hero stuff. After what seemed forever, we finally left the place to go to the dorms. I don’t know how much longer of this faking I can take.

“Well, I learned a lot about you!” I said as we approached the dorms.

“Did you have fun?” he got shy “because it was really fun sharing them with you.”

I didn’t have fun but what do I say to that?! “It was an experience I won’t forget about anytime soon.” Ew, what the fuck am I saying?!

He blushed hard and diverted his eyes “That’s great to hear! I hope we can spend more time together” he took a deep breath and held his hand out.

Shit, now what does he want me to do? His hand is out like he wants something, do I just, put something in his hand? I dig into my purse and put a single red M&M on his palm “I don’t suggest eating that, I don’t know how long it’s been floating in my purse.”

“Um, thanks for the warning?” he chuckled a bit and put the piece of candy in his shirt pocket “maybe I wasn’t very straightforward with my gesture, may I take your hand?”

“Oh hahaha! Silly me” I laughed at my dumbass, hesitating on putting my hand on his.

He gave me a smile and kissed my hand “I’ve never done this before, I hope this wasn’t too much?”

Again, no butterflies in my stomach nor rapid heartbeat, I felt nothing! The mix of everything was making me upset, time to make my grand escape “Coolio! See ya later!” and before he could react, I sped off to my room. I threw myself onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. Why don’t I feel anything?! I want to feel those feelings with somebody, I want to fall in love! Why is this shit so hard?! I didn’t want to leave my room to face anybody, I just wanted to hide.

“Lili? You alive?” it was Hoshi “You missed lunch and I got worried.”

“Go away!” I snarled under my comforter “I don’t wanna be seen!”

Those threats meant nothing to him, he just phased through the sliding door into the room “Fine then, I won’t look at you” he sets down a plate of food on the desk “brought you food, because I know you get hangry” he sits on the floor, back resting on the bed “sooo, that bad huh?”

I sighed hard “Yep, what’s worse is that I think he likes me more now!”

“What happened?” he asked and I explained the whole outing. At some point he hands me the plate of food and I was eating as I was talking. I felt more myself after a few bites of food “I can’t believe you fully faked your way through it! But what got you upset?”

“Well, it sounds dumb but, it’s just that I didn’t feel anything after that hand kiss” I cringed at my own words “this is the second time somebody did an obvious romantic gesture to me and I didn’t get those butterflies in my tummy or anything!” I look at Hoshi in the eye “am I just, incapable of feeling love?”

“What? NO! Lili, don’t be so hard on yourself” he put his hand on my knee “you feel love toward your parents and family, this type of love is different. It’s not obvious and it’s confusing, it just has to be with the right person!”

“Then, do you think you met your ‘right person’?” I asked curiously

“I know I did, I’m just waiting for the right time to have my turn” he said as he ruffled my hair “but I’m not saying who! Not until I have my turn.”

“Aww not even a hint?!” I huffed because I really wanted to know “are they in our class? Male or Female presenting? Their quirk?!”

“Let’s just say they’re a huge brat, has a secret soft side and is female” he said with confidence.

“Wow, they sound kinda like a bitch” I made a sour face “you have a thing for bratty girls?”

They laughed at me “Only for secret softies” he put his arm around me “don’t sweat it Lili, we’re still young and getting it wrong. I’m sure your ‘right person’ will make it obvious for your dense ass.”

“Shut your fuck!” I laughed “I’m not that dense.”

Hoshi made me feel way better about my feelings. What would I do without them? Like he was made to be my support, to be my friend. Let see what the hell I’m going to do now.

-Chapter 7, End-

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