#i didnt end up even making it i had to walk my bike across on the crosswalk

[pbandjesse]

Today was fine overall. I had some big emotions. It was a struggle at times. But I am feeling mostly better. My ear still hurts but I slept better and that made things easier.

When I woke up this morning I actually felt pretty good. I got dressed and put on very warm clothes. I would be outside a lot today and I didnt want to be uncomfortable. And for the most part I succeeded.

James walked downstairs with me when it was time to go because they couldn't find the mask they like to wear for biking in the cold. I knew I saw it in the backseat. They went and looked and then gave up and I opened the door and it was right there. James is not great at searching for things. But we laughed and said goodbye. And I headed to work.

I felt like I was driving directly into the sun both to and from work today. But I was alright. I would survive, I would just complain a lot. Hurt my eyeballs.

When I got to camp I was surprised by how frosty and icy everything was. I drove around making sure everything was set up and good to go. I was a little stressed but was also trying to be chill. I had to make a few drives back and forth from the art building to the lodge but in the end everything got set up by 9 and and I went to the office to have breakfast.

Celia was pulling up the same time I was. We hung out in the warm office until everyone else came through. Elizabeth let us know that the group was going to be running late. Which was fine with me. I didn't mind cutting the fibers program, that's the whole point. That it can be cut if needed. And everyone still gets all the rotations.

So we waited. A little before 10 I went to the lodge to wait for the group and discovered the water was off in the bathrooms?? So I had to call Elizabeth and then do some googling to learn how to turn the water back on on toilets and sinks. So I have that skill now. Neat.

Ceila was waiting at the bottom of the hill to direct the buses but they accidentally went in the back. Which was fine but then when I talked to them they complained that we should really have a sign. And I was like. Well if you would have gone a mile up the road to the entrance you would have seen the sign? I realize now that may have come across more snarky then I meant.

But the group, though very late, was lovely. Super well behaved kids, just a joy even when they were being so bouncy. The teachers didn't have them in groups and I suggested we just go by table but that memo wasn't told to everyone I guess so there was some confusion and pushback but it was fine. We did the intro, they had good questions, and then they were off.

For the first hour I did a lot of rotations. Circling from the lodge to the office to the art building, the Hogan, the chickee, back to the lodge. I was walking to much I got sweaty and had to take my jacket off. The rest of me was fine but the coat was just a bit much. Once I cooled down during the second program I got my coat back on but a few teachers were surprised when they saw me in just my sweater directing people outside. It was truly a wintery day.

Which all things considered was nice. It is a little scary how warm it's been. It is supposed to be cold it's winter! I am glad I get to wear my winter things.

Sarah was running the fire station and right at lunch I noticed there was a concerning amount of smoke coming from that side of camp. So I called her and did not get an answer form her, instead getting one from Elizabeth asking me to head over there. I was a little concerned.

We don't exactly know what happened but the quick log had gone out (it's supposed to be a 4 hour burn) and started smoking like crazy and everyone has to leave the building. We didn't really understand but to try to mitigate she would shovel out the big part while I wejt to find some dry wood she could use after lunch. I had a fire starter on my desk and that seemed to work for the rest of the day.

We walked back to the office together to have a little lunch. And Elizabeth printed the invoice/receipt for the lead teacher. I would go and deliver that and give the group a five minute warning.

Which was also where my water turning off ability came on clutch because they someone overturned the sink handle and the water would not stop. But I turned off the water at the source and saved the day. Impressed the teacher even.

The afternoon went smoothly and I had some nice conversations with the adults. Everyone seemed to have a great time. I would take a little time to knit while waiting for the last program to wrap up. And at the end I was able to say thank you to everyone and talk a little about summer camp with the kids. It was just really nice. A really good day.

It took them a while to get together to leave. But they didn't seem like they were in a rush. After they were all out of the building I went to get my car and drove it over but since the bus hasn't come down the hill yet I waited at the bottom so I could wave to all the kids again. I hope this school comes back for other programs because they were awesome.

I was a little exhausted at this point. I appreciated my coworkers for packing up the materials for me to pick up and put away but they kind of did a messy job and it upset me to have to redo it. I was particularly upset by my organized markers getting messed up again. But I cooled down and things would be okay.

Dad called me to confirm a question I had and get an answer from the financial guy about buying a house. And we continue to move forward with that because we went to look at another tonight.

I was still thinking about the one form Sunday. But something seems to have happened because it was taken off the market this afternoon. Not sold. Just taken off the market. I'm pretty disappointed. I'm trying to not be to sad because that just means the perfect one is waiting for us somewhere.

After eveything was cleaned up I went to vent to Elizabeth for a few minutes. She told me about lotto tickets being a scam. And then she said if I wanted to leave early I could. I had a few things I needed to do first but I was going to take her up on that offer.

She printed a form for me and I worked on filling that out and sending it off. Played with a floor plan for the house, that I didn't get know was not going to work out, and then I headed home.

Again, driving directly into the sun. But it was fine. Minimal traffic. I had a podcast to listen to. I was in a good mood.

When I got home James came down to meet me and bring in some stuff from the car. The last of my market things mostly. And we would go upstairs for them to finish their bread making they had been working on today and pan fry some dumplings for me for dinner. I would also have some roast of their bread which came out really nice! Not as airy as Jess's but I think they are getting better every time.

We would hang out on the couch until around 6. When it was time to drive to Greektown to meet with Harold.

The gps took us a very strange way to avoid some traffic. Which was fine. We weren't in a rush. The neighborhood was super cute but smelled a bit like burning rubber. James said it's from the ports, being near the water. I was slightly afraid living there would give me a headache all the time.

But I really did like the house! I don't think we will move forward with it but it was so cute. So many cute details. And a full finished basement. And two kitchens?? Because the basement was acting as a grandmother's suite. I loved so many of the details but I can't let that cloud my judgement. This was a little more money and a little more out of the way.

We talked in the basement. About the house from Sunday and looking at other things moving forward. I said I think we should make an offer. Harold said he would look into the permits that went into the build to make sure it was all okay before we did that but we left in high spirits.

Which were immediately crushed when in the car ride back I realized the listing has been "canceled" and pulled off the market. I have faith that it just means that wasn't for us but I am a little heart broken. Third house that I was ready to move forward with that didn't work. And James blames themself for not saying yes right away. But we also dont want to rush anything. It's all very hard.

We got home and we were both a little bummed. But pretty quickly I found 4 more in Patterson to look at. And emailed them straight to Harold. Hopefully he can give us some answers and a plan tomorrow.

I went and took a shower and James and me have been chilling in bed. It's cold outside but it's cozy in here. And I know things will work out how they are supposed to.

I love you all. I hope you are warm tonight. Sleep well. Until tomorrow!

[kimbobbp]

so today was day three of re-learning how to ride a bike after 3-4 years

[blxetsi]

modern sasha braus dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!sasha braus x gn!reader

had to write something for my queen 😌✨

- she shares her food with you. I Dont Care She Does

- also since this is a modern au i dont think she would have such an obsession with food as she does in the canonverse (if we can even call it an obsession) i still think she would have a big appetite (and she'd be proud of it tf 😏🙏) but i just dont see her always being hungry as the fandom makes her out to be

- really likes to hold hands with you

- i think itd be really cute if she was studying to become a baker ?? maybe taking a culinary course at the university you two attend ?? maybe you somehow met there or through a friend

- i think she'd still be insecure about her accent (ig if this is au is set in america she'd be from the south 😐🤚) and would speak kind of like a robot to people she didn't know that well

- connie and jean ALWAYS bring out her accent tho,, like with them she can really be herself

- i think when you were starting to get to know her she would be speaking very formally, and youd take it like shes being kinda stand offish or like,, just doesnt wanna talk so youre thinking "okay maybe she doesnt wanna be friends 😁👍" and would back off

- now sasha's upset because you are so cool and unique and she just wants to know so much about you but youve been very distant lately ?? like did she do something wrong ??

- she tells connie, jean, marco, and niccolo one night and connie and jean are on the side of "find y/n and demand to know why their behavior has changed" while marco and niccolo are on the side of "respectfully dm y/n and ask why they havent been wanting to see sasha recently"

- sasha goes with the latter of the two and dms you after passing you in the dining hall, you two literally keep glancing at each other, texting while you sit with your respective friend groups

- after everything gets cleared up sasha is immediately inviting you to hang out with her crew, and even getting some of her other friends like eren, mikasa, and ymir and historia to come join too

- if she has all the people shes comfortable with there, itll be less scary talking with her accent !

- You Love It. You Think Its Adorable.

- you guys would definitely have a friends to lovers type relationship

- like friendly hugs turn into slightly longer hugs, and now sasha will constantly ask to sit next to you during movie nights

- loves to rest her head on your lap while she spreads across the couch

- i think you two would have your first kiss in niccolos apartment

- you two were sitting in his kitchen, with sasha munching on the leftover food he made that night for your get together

- his mom had called him so he decided to leave to go to his bedroom to answer it

- and slowly you guys just kind of,,,, leaned in 🙈✨

- it was slow and really romantic, kinda rough with the crumbs that were around sasha's lips but you didn't mind

- niccolo barged in and ruined the moment 😐🤚 good going pal 😁👍

- you two were so shocked that you two tried to leave

- ended up just walking down the road in silence like wtf i thought yall were trying to get away from each other 😭😭😭😭

- sasha ended up staying the night 🤩‼️

- NOT in a sexual way

- but in like a,,,, rue and jules kinda way where jules comes in through the window (but only sasha didnt come in through the window she came in the front door with you) and you two held each other and gave each other smooches for the rest of the night

- sasha woke up late and missed her morning classes 😐🤚 didnt even care and went back to sleep with you

- i think for the most part you get along well with her friend group

- youre definitely closer to connie, jean, niccolo, marco, and historia

- ymir teases you guys a lot and you cant tell if what she says is just jokes (it always is) or if shes completely serious

- eren, mikasa, armin, annie, along with reiner and bertholdt are more of aquantances to you, just because you dont see them as often as you do the others

- she has such a weird relationship with her english professor

- will literally complain how much work he gives his class and then the next day will gush about how great he his bc he gave her a granola bar for her effort in her assignment

- girl pick a script and stick to it 😐🤚

- has a collection of stuffies on her bed. i dont make the rules.

- anytime theres a carnival in town she drags EVERYONE there.

- you all agree to split up into groups so you can all check out what you want, but you always agree to meet up and eat funnel cake together 🥺

- sasha tries to get you to win her new stuffies

- if you cant do it, or just want some for yourself, shes calling connie and niccolo up PLEADING with them to come find you guys,

- then she claims theres been an ACCIDENT and that you two need help

- niccolo is zooming bc he cares abt his besties 😌✨

- connie texts jean and marco to come find you guys too 😭😭😭

- who gets a kick and a lecture for lying courtesy of niccolo ? sasha. but who also gets a bunch of stuffies won for her courtesy of niccolo ? sasha.

- for your anniversary i think she'd want to do something really fun with you

- she'd set up a pillow fort and have a bunch ot string lights and stuff, have all of her favourite stuffies (which are the ones she thinks of you when she sees) in there too.

- she has chips, she baked little pastries and cookies, and she ordered your favourite takeout

- you guys just watch whatever you want on netflix or whatever and its such a nice night

- it becomes a tradition for you guys, but you two always take turns with setup

- one year sasha did all of the planning, baking and whatnot ? okay now its your turn 😁👍

- you guys even started doing themes now 🤩

- if you guys play board games with your friends youre on sasha's side whether you want to be or not.

- shes also the kind of person that says "i can win fair and square !" but then when bertholdt starts kicking her ass in monopoly her script changes real quick 🙄

- now its "y/n,,, give me some of ur money" and "y/n, buy this property for me" like girl,,,, what happened to playing fair 😍⁉️

- will try and do all of those s/o pranks you see on tiktok

- its hard to get a genuine reaction out of you bc you can TELL SHES RECORDING but she tries anyways

- we love a perservering queen 😌✨

- will call you at random times of the day asking if you guys can see each other

- "y/n ??? are you there ??" "sasha its 2am wtf do you want 😐" "do you wanna ride your bike with me down to the park 🥺"

- also is very observant, knows when youre overworking yourself

- will try and pull you away from what youre working on like "lets go get you something to drink, or maybe we can watch an episode of that show you like before you continue working !"

- if youre persistent that you just HAVE to finish it tonight and cant stop and take a break she'll respect that, until you stay at your laptop for over an hour 😐

- just softly pulls you away like "no lovebug, lets get some sleep okay ?"

- is also very protective of you

- overheard someone making fun of you ?? talking shit ??? her besties better hold her back before she gets suspended 😤‼️

- and since connie and jean absolutely ADORE you, you better believe theyre helping their girl sasha out

- those three are the LEADERS of the "protect y/n club"

- it just becomes niccolo and marco trying to dissolve the situation before it gets physical, and then reiner and armin joining when they walk directly into the chaos

- armin tells you what happened and as much as youre thankful that sasha cares about you so much that she'd defend you like that, you lecture her, jean and connie on not making scenes like that again

- sasha's love language is kind of like,, a mixture of quality time and physical touch

- she just really loves spending time with you, but also very much enjoys being in your arms

- she doesnt shy away from it, and is usually the one to initiate those things

- will hold your hand PROUDLY down hallways or on streets

- always hypes you up too, shes very much so your personal hypeman

- "oh lovebug you look SO GOOD rn oh my god" "sasha pls im in my pyjamas" "and you look like a model baby !"

- sasha is very stubborn however, and if you guys ever fight she is NEVER the one to apologize first, or seek you out to talk about it

- even if shes in the wrong she cant bring herself to admit it, she dug herself into such a deep hole with the stance she took that she doesnt want to take the walk of shame in admitting that she wasnt right

- this can cause a lot of problems in your relationship, but after you explain how much it affects you, shes trying to change

- will always work on her stubborn-ness and pride

- and it actually makes her feel a lot better being able to admit defeat, or being wrong

- she really likes being communicative and honest, especially with you

- i think overall your relationship with sasha is very very fun, filled with good memories, good food, good friends, and most importantly, love.

no bc i really do love her 😐🤚 lemme marry miss braus rq 😏✨

hope u guys enjoyed !! remember requests are open so if you have anything youd like me to write DONT BE SHY ❤️‼️

[heyitsyn]

Oh God

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!! Part 2

a/n: hehe i wouldnt put ‘x haikyuu’ if manager y/n ends up with that certain character. youll just have to,,,, wait for the end 😏

he didnt want to lie but he had to so he could survive

hinata offered his hand to help him up and natsu winced at the scratches and the slight headache as he stood on his two feet

‘you okay?’

hinata asked and natsu nodded

‘yea, just a headache’

natsu tried to play it off as cooly as he could bc this must’ve been from the car hit before and he couldnt just say he got ran over by a damn car

‘where do you live? i can go and treat your wounds there’

natsu was about to respond but he remembers hes not in tokyo anymore and he cant just spout out his address

so he did the thing his mom told him to do whenever it was necessary

he lied

‘i-um,,,’

he fumbled for an excuse but he sighed to maintain the act

‘i got kicked out’

he mumbled and hinata had to make him repeat it twice because he said it so quietly

the tangerine boy gasped and held his arms

‘what?! why?!’

natsu sniffled

‘my dad,,,, he just,,, doesnt want me’

well, that was actually true

so a true statement could equal that lie, right?

thankfully, hinata bought it and he grabbed his arm to walk forward while his other was pushing his bike

‘i hit you with my bike so the least i could do is take you to my house and treat you!’

and that was what they did

natsu’s phone was dead even though he was sure he charged it from denki’s powerbank during practice but it remained its black screen no matter how many times he hit the power button

his surroundings was also something unfamiliar

his mother only kept him in tokyo and never took him to go visit her family because she was kicked out and had to go live with her auntie when she found out about him and his father refused to help her

‘so, sendai, huh?’

he mumbled and hinata looked at him confused

‘sounds like youre not from around here. where you from?’

‘t-tokyo’

he replied and saw hinata’s eyes brighten

‘oh?! you look like youre my age so you must have been in a high school in tokyo, right? what school?’

‘yuuei’

‘hah?! yuuei?! what is that?!’

natsu rolled his eyes and shrugged

‘a school’

hinata persisted though

‘do you know other schools?! any other school friends?! like nekoma?! or fukurodani?!’

natsu shook his head and he was supposed to be happy that he got to meet, even talk, to his idol yet his younger self was much more hyper than his mellowed out behavior on tv

‘i stick to my friends from yuuei’

‘but what are you doing all the way here?’

natsu’s throat dried up and he watched his feet kick the pebbles to distract him of his urge to just whine and throw a tantrum with the confusion from this mess

‘i dont know’

he choked out and he was so tired and confused and all he wants to do is cry in his mother’s arms like he used to but she doesnt even know he exists

hinata sensed the tension and sadness from the boy beside him and tried his best to stay quiet until they get home

to say his mom was angry was an understatement

‘SHOYO, DONT YOU KNOW TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING?!’

‘kaa-san i was so angry and bakageyama was yelling at me and hit me and-’

‘THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO RUN SOMEONE OVER!’

natsu sat there on their couch awkwardly watching the black-haired woman yell at the human tangerine

he coughed in impulse and she turned away from her son and went to sit next to the h/c boy

‘dear, im so sorry for my son and his terrible biking. i didnt catch your name when you entered, what is it?’

even hinata forgot to ask his name but thats such a hinata thing to do though

natsu froze

if he was to say his mother’s last name, it would raise suspicion that he might know her in this time period and izuku has shown him enough doctor who to show him what happens when he messes up in time

again, he lied

‘kiri,,,shima,,, natsu. kirishima natsu’

he inwardly apologized to eijirou for using his last name

mrs. hinata raised a hand to her mouth with a surprised gasp

‘oh! my daughter’s name is also natsu! natsu, dear! can you come here for a second?’

natsu heard soft sounds from the stairs and she shyly walked down 

‘come say hi’

she softly urged her daughter to come closer and the little girl ran to hide behind her older brother who gently smiled and held her hand

‘well, thats her. she just turned 10 a few days ago. look dear, kirishima-kun has the same name as you!’

she waved slightly and natsu felt his heart swell at the sight of the adorable little girl

his mother never really had time for relationships so he was an only child and never got to experience a sibling, only hearing the experience of having siblings from his friend, shouto

mrs. hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm to revert his attention back to her

‘shoyo told me what happened and im sorry that this is all happening to you’

he felt guilty at the sight of her sad eyes because this was all a lie but he knew if he told them the real reason, they wouldnt believe him

so he had to continue with the lie

‘everything was falling apart and i wanted to leave everything behind. so i just took the shinkansen to nowhere and ended up here’

mrs. hinata felt her heart tug because he was just a little boy and he was too young to experience this so she offered him something he shouldnt have agreed to but again, survival

‘you can stay with us in the mean time. our guest room has been collecting dust so you can live here’

‘what? no! i can’t!’

natsu instinctually turned it down because he hated people giving him charity

but the woman squeezed his arm to give him a smile

‘i will not allow a child to live in the streets because of something he couldnt help’

‘arent you worried youre inviting a total stranger in your home?’

but she gave him a knowing smile

‘im a mother. i can trust you, boy’

in exchange for board and food, he promised to get a part time job so he could pay her back and get out of their house as quickly as he could

shoyo led him to the bathroom upstairs so he could treat the wounds from the ground

natsu sat on the closed toilet seat while his literal idol was putting cream on his boo-boos

he still cant wrap his head with everything

maybe it was because he was so busy trying to come up with lies that he wasnt able to fully sit down and think about the fact that he just TRAVELED BACK IN TIME and could accidentally change it

‘shoyo, what year is it?’

he mumbled

‘2012′

he answered and natsu sighed but his head perked up

oh god

2012

thats a year away from 2013

the year he was born

that meant shoyo’s team manager was going to give birth to him next year

‘why? did you hit your head so far that you forgot?’

hinata joked but he paled when natsu didnt laugh

‘OH GOD DID YOU?!’

‘NO! AND STOP YELLING!’

natsu shouted, equally surprised

‘whew, thank god. again, im so sorry i hit you’

‘shoyo, dont worry about it, okay? im fine, i swear’

during dinner, mrs. hinata told him about his school situation

‘you can go to karasuno with shoyo. what year were you in?’

‘first’

‘perfect! shoyo is too so he could easily help you around the school!’

natsu nodded quietly, still out of it and his brain finally starting to accept this impossible reality

‘but i dont think i could help you with the entrance exams. im not the most-um-smartest, per se’

shoyo apologized but natsu already knew that

he was no extreme fanatic but he knew quite a lot about hinata shoyo, the player he watched during the 2021 olympics and the reason he started playing volleyball

natsu dreamed to join the msby jackals just like his idol did and eventually reach the national team like hinata did

it was during the olympics of 2021, he knew he wanted to be like him

this boy who sat next to him was the reason he came to love volleyball along with his other idol, oikawa tooru, from the argentina volleyball team after seeing that legendary match 

when oikawa hit that service ace, natsu wanted to be able to receive that

he was merely 8 and his neighbor, midoriya inko, was babysitting him and she placed him and her son who was his friend, izuku, in front of the tv where they watched the olympics match

‘someday, ill be someone great. ill be great like him’

he promised and from then on, he worked to achieve that goal 

‘natsu? hello?’

he was shaken from his thoughts as shoyo nudged him back to reality

mrs. hinata laughed

‘maybe you should head to bed early, dear. you must be tired after having a hard journey’

he nodded and was about to go and wash his dishes when she stopped him

‘no. go and sleep, ill take care of this’

‘i have to do my part in here, hinata-san. please, let me do this’

she finally agreed and he was scrubbing the plates when his mind wandered over to possible solutions on how he could go back

there was an episode that he watched with izuku that the character had to do something to go back

and he had a feeling that he would have to do the same thing

but what would that something be?

there had to be a reason he was thrown all the way in this time and it couldnt just be a coincidence that supposedly, this would be around the same time his mother would get pregnant

but who would it be?

he finished putting the plates on the drying rack and he felt really thirsty suddenly

opening the fridge, he found no water bottles and natsu had a very sensitive stomach so he couldnt drink tap water

his next favorite beverage was there and he pulled a glass from the cabinet

‘hinata-san, is it okay if i can have some milk?’

he called out and she shouted that it was okay

natsu poured the drink on his glass and started drinking it when hinata entered the kitchen and snickered at him

‘yknow, you remind me of my idiot teammate. none of my other friends drink straight milk except for him’

natsu placed the glass down and wiped his lips

‘chocolate milk make me sick and i hate the taste of flavoring in milk. but i just hate flavoring in general. except for gari gari popsicles, those are good’

natsu reasoned, watching hinata move across the room to get an apple

‘still ew. but come on! lets go to bed so i can show you around school early before practice tomorrow!’

natsu noticed his excitement by the way he bounced in place and he chuckled

it reminded him of his friends mina and denki

hinata led them both to his room so he could check his wounds again just to make sure

then something caught his eye

‘kirishima-kun you like volleyball?!’

that threw him off

partly because he wasnt used to being called by his friend’s last name

but also because of the question

‘huh? how do you know that?’

natsu asked, almost defensively

hinata shrugged

‘i saw your volleyball shoes in your bag’

hinata reasoned and excitedly pointed at them

‘you should play for us! im part of the team too! oh oh! what position do you play?!’

‘l-libero’

natsu stuttered out, slightly overwhelmed by hinata’s energy

hinata started circling him, inspecting his height and looking at him up and down

‘yanno, kirishima-kun, youre really tall. like much taller than the rest of my club. maybe not saltyshima but really!! youre so tall!!’

hinata whined in envy and natsu laughed

‘blame it on the paternal side of the family. my ma isnt really tall’

he laughs but then memories of his mother resurfaced and he suddenly felt gloomy, guilty, even, bc he doesnt know if time stopped there or it kept going and if so, shes probably worried sick

and he knew she was always one who blamed herself

hinata noticed his downcast expression and thought he probably remembers his dad and got sad since he got kicked out

so our baby sunshine freaked out and he frantically waved his hands around

‘oh no! gomen kiri-kun! gomen! i really didnt mean to make you think about him! gomen!!!’

he even bowed which surprised the h/c boy and made him stand back up

‘o-oi shoyo! dont! you didnt because i wasnt thinking about him!’

he fussed and patted hinata’s hair

‘i dont care about him. to be honest, there isnt much to think about’

he didnt think about what he said until he heard himself

natsu’s eyes widened, fearful of how hinata could take it but he flinched when the orange-haired boy’s eyes were filled with his own tears

‘OH NO!! KIRI-KUN!!!’

then launched another series of apologies and natsu had to calm him down

oh dear

it was early in the morning like 5 when hinata bursted into natsu’s room

the loud shout of shoyo made his eyes blink open and he groaned before turning to the side

‘come on, kiri-kun! we need to go to take your exam!’

‘nooooooooo’

‘yeeessssssss’

it was quite a battle for hinata to even just get natsu out of bed but he managed to bribe the latter with some milk bread from the bakery down the street

‘2′

natsu showed his two fingers and hinata sighed before nodding

‘yes. now go hurry so we can leave!’

dressed in his grey sweatpants and a yuuei sweatshirt, natsu cursed as he only has clothes good for 2 days and he didnt want to bother the hinatas so he was at a loss

mrs hinata bid the two boys good bye and natsu was yawning and dragging his body to walk while hinata was skipping over to his bike

then he finally realized the problem

he nervously looked at natsu and the taller boy didnt understand why he was looking at him that way

‘what?’

shoyo pointed at the bike and awkwardly smiled

‘uh,,, you see,,, i dont think youd,,, fit,,, at the back seat’

natsu shrugged

‘then ill bike. ive done it before’

he sauntered over to the bike and swiftly lifted his leg before testing out the brake handles

‘its good and better than mine back home’

‘a-are you-’

‘sit down, sho’

hinata gripped on to the back of natsu’s sweatshirt as he told him the directions to how to get to the school

natsu remembered watching an interview of hinata talking about his high-school life and he remembered the star player talking about his dedication to go to karasuno everyday for volleyball

and the boy couldn’t believe hes doing that right now, with his idol literally behind him, and driving to the legendary karasuno high school

from the jackals to the adlers and even some other teams like the frogs, natsu cheered for them

there was a memory of his mother sitting with him on their couch during one of her rare day offs as they rewatched the recorded copy of the olympics

it has become natsu’s favorite thing to watch

‘with great talent comes great hardships. people don’t become good overnight and i watched those people suffer through it all but look where they are now’

‘KIRISHIMA, WATCH OUT! COWS CROSSING!’

natsu was snapped out of his thoughts at hinata’s shout

then it morphed into pure and utter confusion

‘cows?’

shoyo laughed

‘since youre from the city, this must be a weird sight for you, huh? well, in the countryside, this happens a lot!’

but natsu didnt mind

in fact, he loved cows

he loved any farm animal in general

maybe it was his upbringing in the hustle and bustle of the city that he grew to love the countryside

shoto took him with his family to a trip to the country once and he remembered loving the smell of grass

they were able to do an activity in a farm where they worked in a rice farm and the peace and serenity was something he will always remember

his mother was lucky she grew up in a place like this

‘kiri-kun, ive been wanting to ask, how is your volleyball team in the city? are you a powerhouse?’

natsu felt pride bubble up in his chest

‘of course! we got second place in nationals!’

he boasted and blurted out before he could stop himself

then he felt fear

he shouldnt have said that because for all he knows, yuuei probably doesn’t exist at this time period

hinata had a different reaction and his eyes shone

‘WHAT?! WOAH! SO COOL! I HAVE TO TELL OUR CAPTAIN THAT WE’RE GETTING A POWERHOUSE STUDENT!’

‘uh-i-uh-’

natsu didnt know what to say because he had a feeling he definitely just did an oopsie

so he switched topics really quick to divert the attention away from his past

‘o-oi sho, once youre done being a pro volleyball player and stuff, we should have our own rice farm’

of course it was such a random idea but it distracted the orange boy

hinata shrugged

‘i mean,,, i have to be a pro first but i guess we can!’

‘hmm,,,, i dont think you have to worry about that’

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a/n: oh god this sat in my drafts for so long and i really dont know what im doing like i kinda have a rough outline of what im doing but im just going with the flow but i dont think the flow is quite flowy 

[brelione]

Feild Trip with a Rich Bitch (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Part Two

Mentions of drugs,Rafe being a bitch,swearing and blow torches :)

Also,Goddess Part Three will be up by Friday afternoon.If you would like to be tagged please let me know :)

He had always hated Pogues.Then he met you.

You worked at a car repair shop in The Cut.He had come in on his bike,well,he had walked the broken piece of shit to the shop.You were the only one working that day.He couldnt help but think you looked adorable with your long sleeve yellow shirt under dark blue overalls,a backwards red hat and at least six silver chains draped across your neck.You had been extremely focused,sitting indian style as you smoothed a weird bump on a car with a nail file. “So are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna tell me what youre doing here,pretty boy?”You asked,not taking your attention off the task at hand.He blinked,surprised by your carefree yet assertive tone. “Uhh...somethings wrong with my bike.”He mumbled,attempting to smooth out his hair.You let out a small laugh as you dragged a paint brush along the smooth metal,fixing the messy spot. “No shit.What’d you do to it?”You asked,spreading more paint across the metal.His face turned red as he glanced around the shop.

There were paintings across the walls,multiple tool boxes and a wall of paint swatches.There were six other cars parked,some of them with large dents,holes or scratches. “I drove it into a tree.”He mumbled.You nodded. “Magnificent job,pretty boy.How are you gonna have a bike as expensive as that one then drive it into a tree?”You asked.He just shrugged,hands in his pockets.You put your paintbrush down into a cup of water,pulling out a blowtorch from seemingly nowhere.The flame hovered above the paint,drying and hardening it.Once you were satisfied with the paint job you stood up,brushing off your pants.You still had the blowtorch in your hand,the potential weapon swinging next to your thigh as you walked towards Rafe. “You gotta put the kickstand down,pretty boy.”You reminded him,gesturing to the bike.He nodded. “Right.”He nodded,putting the kickstand down and turning the handlebars so it would lean on the metal rod.One of the tires seemed blown out,a straight hole through the seat and multiple scratches across the metal.He watched as you looked over it.

You pulled at one of your chains. “So are you going to tell me what actually happened?”You asked,crossing your arms over your chest.That caused him to look down at your chest and the bleach stains across the front of your overalls.You snapped your fingers to get his attention back to your eyes.He cleared his throat,looking back up at you. “So how much for the repairs?”He asked.You smirked. “Well...i’d say $150 but you’re an asshole so thats an additional $15 and you’re also ruining my day so that would be another $15.”You twirled one of your chains,looking into his blue eyes.He bit his tongue,glancing between you and his bike. “And whats the fee for you not to tell anyone youre keeping my bike here?”He asked.You ran the tip of your tongue along your teeth with a devil like smile.God,this boy had never been in this kind of situation before.You werent even gonna tell anyone in the first place.You could probably charge him hundreds of dollars for all the things he’s done and he wouldnt be able to do anything about it.You were the best repair woman on the island and anyone else would go straight to his dad.It was 11 in the morning.You had pulled an all nighter for the third time that week and you hadnt eaten yet.Plus,if you sent Rafe to the store he could buy the expensive shit.

 “Theres a store three blocks away.Youre gonna go there and buy everything on the list and youre not gonna question it.”You told him.His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you take a notepad out of your pocket along with a pen,jotting things down.You tore the paper off,folding it and handing it to him.He took it,frowning and confused. “Hurry up.”You told him.He nodded,no words or sounds escaping his lips as he left the garage and made his way down the street.He knew what store you were talking about,the one with the sleeping cat outside.It was awfully quiet as he walked.Most of the time all the exciting things happened at night,not 11 in the morning.Either that or all the pogues were hiding from him,his gelled hair and his ugly ass khakis.He unfolded the piece of paper,reading it.Three large lemons,two large monster energy drinks,a bag of doritos and a pack of gum.It was a strange request but he wasnt supposed to question it.He had kept his head down at the store,grabbing three of the largest lemons he saw,two random monster energy drinks,the doritos and three packs of gum.

He didnt know what kind of gum you liked but you probably had to like one of the three,right?When he got back you were using your blowtorch on a part of the bike you had painted. “Put the bag on the work table and touch nothing.”You spoke loudly,confidently.He found your confidence unbelievably attractive.He never let anyone boss him around like this but ther was just something about you.You held some sort of power over other pogues,he could tell that much by the few boneyard parties he’d gone too.The others were attracted to you,some of them held their breath as you walked by,others just kept their distance.He didnt know where such nice chains had come from.They looked like they had weight,indicating that they were real.He had carefully walked over to your work table,seeing multiple small jars of paint,brushes,metal sheets,files,nails,screws and your cell phone.It was a pretty old model.He set the bag down on an empty spot,watching as a notification came across your phone.Eighteen days sober!Log this milestone.He frowned.Sober from what?

He shook it off,walking back around to where you were with his bike. “I was worried that you’d set my bike on fire or something.”He spoke quietly,trying to make conversation.You glared up at him,eyebrows casting shadows over your irises. “What?Cause im a dirty pogue?”You asked.He shook his head frantically. “Thats not what I meant I-”He began to explain himself but you cut him off. “So because im fixing your bike im different?”You asked.He sighed. “I just meant because of the blowtorch-Im sorry.”He mumbled.You stood up,blowtorch in hand. “Know your place,rich bitch.Your bike will be done by three,save yourself the embarrassment and go home to your mansion.”Your voice was dripping in venom,eyes narrowing.He gulped. “I cant go back home without my bike,my dad will kill me.”He mumbled,looking down at you.You smirked. “Good.”You replied before kneeling down again by the bike,getting back to work. “God,could you stop staring at me?Go sit somewhere or sue a tree or some shit.”You huffed.He almost tripped over his own feet,finding a chair and sitting down.He tapped his food on the ground anxiously. “So um...how long have you been fixing cars?”He asked.

You slammed the blow torch down on the concrete. “Could you shut the fuck up?Please?”You asked.He bit his lip. “I dont like the silence.”He replied. “And I dont like loud noises.”You answered. “What are you sober from?”He asked.You sat there for a moment,eyes locked on the ground.You slowly stood up,walking towards him. “You went on my phone?”You asked.His mouth went dry and he was lost for words. “Rafe.”You snarled.He looked back up at you,beads of sweat collecting at his hairline. “I-the notification-I just saw it and I just-God,im sorry (Y/N).”He sighed,looking away from you.Your hand reached up,gripping his jaw and making him look at you. “Didnt I tell you to shut the fuck up?”You asked.He looked away from you,only looking back when your grip tightened. “Yeah.”He muttered. “And you’re gonna be good and shut that pretty mouth of yours,right?”You asked,squeezing harder on his flesh.He hummed. 

“Good.”You mumbled,taking your hand away and getting back to work.You could feel him staring at you,the way your fingers moved as you grabbed your tools.He understood now.He understood the pogues’ fear and admiration of you.He felt like one of them,caught up in your beauty and the way you carried yourself while simultaneously being slightly afraid of you.You walked past him,grabbing one of the monsters.You grabbed a knife from the table.He watched as you cut open the bottom of the energy drink and shot gunned it,wiping your mouth when you were done.You grabbed a lemon from the bag,cutting an end of it off.You pulled a container of a white powder,opening it and coating the lemon slice in it. “Dont stare at me like that.Its salt,nothing you can snort.”You grumbled,taking the slice out and placing it in your mouth.Your eyes didnt squint and your eyebrows didnt furrow at the taste. “You...you eat lemons in salt?”He asked.You pulled the lemon slice from your teeth,biting the salt coated fruit as it left your mouth. 

“I do.”You replied. “It helps with cravings.”You finished your thought,going to fix the bike seat.Rafe had sat on his phone until one in the afternoon when he heard someone come in. “You havent answered your phone,thought you were dead or something.”A deep voice said.Rafe heard you giggle. “Only on the inside,sunshine.I’m busy with work right now,tell the others ill be around by seven.”He heard the tone of your voice.Friendly,happy and almost excited. “Alright.Did you eat today?”The voice asked. “I had a lemon slice,ive got some doritos so dont worry too much.I’ll see you later.”You had told your friend. “Alright,sounds like a plan.”THe boys voice said before leaving.Rafe watched as you rolled a tire inside,replacing the one he had destroyed.Once you had replaced it you went back to the bag of goodies,cutting open the other monster.You chugged it,sighing as you stared up at the ceiling. “Why do you hate me so much?”Rafe asked suddenly.A smile tugged at your lips.

 “You beat up two of my boys,you come around starting shit and blaming it on us,you think youre just so fucking amazing when youre really just a bitch,you ran over my fucking mailbox,you drink and drive,you gave another one of my boys a fucking concussion and a scar and you wonder why I hate you?”You ranted,fists clenching.He just sat there,hands gripping the arms of the chair. “You just fuck things up.”You sighed.He licked his lips. “You sound like my dad.”He mumbled.You laughed. “Oh dont get me started on your dad.That bitch ruined my life.”You sighed,grabbing another lemon slice.He raised his eyebrows. “What?How?”He asked.You just giggled to yourself. “You really have no idea what your father has done to my family?No idea at all?”You asked.He shook his head.You just laughed again,the sound filling the air.It wasnt like the way you had giggled with your friend.It was empty and sarcastic,hiding anger that was building up inside of you. “You wanna go for a field trip,Rafe Cameron?”You asked.

[burnedbyshoto]

Birthday Sex

Kintober Day 16 ~ kink: bondage

pairing: tetsutetsu tetsutetsu x childhoodfriend fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, cursing

word count: 4,620

a/n: IM A CALI BABY SO ITS STILL KIRISHIMAS AND TETSUTETSU’S BDAY AND ALSO IF YOU DIDNT SAY HAPPY BDAY TO THEM BOTH YOU SUCK and osrry this is sososososososo late.... its got some cute as fuck fluff tho. check her out :D

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"You two are nothing but trouble!"

At first, you had been a rather good student. Clever enough and almost shy! You had never even dared to pass a note in class. Although, that might have more to do with your lack of friends than obedience. You had shown a slight rebellious streak when faced with subjects you didn't like. But as you never received any encouragement to be anything but good you did what was always required. Instead, you would put your head down and work hard. Always coming out with the best answers and results in the class.

And then Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu came to the school.

He had appeared like a bright sun to you but a dismal cloud to Rei and the other teachers. He turned their world upside down, his eyes had noticed the shy you for what you truly were. A rebel yearning for the bravery to show it. He had dropped himself down beside her. Quite literally offered her his hand in friendship. From that moment on, whenever something was then thrown. Or the school handbell was missing its clapper. They knew where to look. You and Tetsutetsu both sat with matching secretive grins. Never ratting on each other but never letting one go with punishment without the other. No one ever understood why someone as bright as you would want to be friends with Tetsutetsu. He wasn't all that smart and he managed to make a mess out of whatever work he was doing. But when it came to planning pranks... Tetsutetsu actually showed signs of being a mastermind.

Today had been one of their worse moments and yet there was no evidence that it was them. They'd been sure of that.

"Wipe that smirk off your face Tetsutetsu! You may think this is funny but because of you two, three teachers are at the hospital! Most of the others are not going to be able to teach for the rest of the day." You stifled a giggle. It had all been so easy and your baking skills that your father ingrained into you, had finally been of some use. Friday was cake day in the staff room. Smuggling in a sumptuous chocolate fudge cake had been the teachers' undoing.

They had begun dropping in first class. As it turned out only the greedy ones would be actually affected. The dosage in a normal-sized slice of cake was a bit over what would be seen prescribed to someone. So it would only put them out of action for a couple of days. The ones that had to get carted off to the hospital would be fine! But it was obvious that they were the ones who had eaten an extra slice.

"We didn't do it!" You argued knowing that there was no way they could prove it was you two. Even the cake was made in the utmost secrecy at the dead of night! Then it was snuck in its tin onto the back step. Tetsutetsu had picked it up and cycled it to the school to hide behind the gardening sheds. He would drop it off early that morning and get it into the school later when there was no one around.

It was unlikely any of their parents would know about a single thing they had done. Your house was soundproof so the baking was unheard. Your parents would never notice the missing ingredients as they never cooked! Tetsutetsu's parents were heavy sleepers. They wouldn't have woken if Tetsutetsu had run through the house singing at the top of his voice! So getting in and out had been a breeze.

"Do not lie to me!" The principal threatened, staring down at the once quiet girl hoping you would break

"I'm not lying!" You looked back defiantly.

In danger of losing his temper, the principal turned away from you and walked into the assembly hall. The remaining teachers were trying to control the one thousand plus pupils. Some of the remaining teachers were already looking unwell. He didn't know how long they would last.

As soon as the door closed behind him, both you and Tetsutetsu collapsed to the ground laughing. "Let’s go!" Tetsutetsu clasped your hand in his and gave you a smile that made you flush every time he gave it.

You sprinted down the corridors still laughing at your teachers' misfortune. It was the end of the year so punishments wouldn't be too bad! After the break, this incident would still be remembered by the rest of the school. You had quite a notoriety when it came to pranks. Your latest would bring your status to a higher level than ever before. Outside in the playground, you looked for an escape. The large gates shut and there was a guard, plus the bike path gates chained shut…

"This way!" Tetsutetsu pulled you along to the back entrance that few knew about. It was also the way he had smuggled in the cake last night. It was an alleyway where the trashcans are. There was a small wall on one end. The bins that are on either side of it made for easy climbing especially when unhindered by a large cake tin.

"Oh, gross!" You yelled as you landed with a squelch on the other side. The always muddy path, which was unpleasant when dry, after a night of heavy rain had become a river of mud.

"I know! Let's race!" Staring down the muddy lane both your eyes brightened at the prospect before them. You both knew that neither of you would make it down there upright unless they walked with caution. "From here to the end of the lane!"

A race promised a muddy mess that would get them in a lot of trouble with your parents. But it promised moments of complete enjoyment!

"I'll get in trouble..." You decided, a frown on your face.

"Chicken!" Tetsutetsu taunted. He made suitable clucking sounds and an appropriate wing imitation with his arms. His floppy silver hair falling into his face.

"What's the point in racing when there is no prize!" You retorted not wanting to be thought a wimp.

"Fine!" Tetsutetsu recognized. "We decide our own prizes… If I win, I get a kiss"

The words that Tetsutetsu found himself uttering pulled both him and his friend up short. Whilst you gave him a momentary wide-eyed stare, he covered his own shock with his usual cocky grin.

"And what if I win?" Your counter showed a little more of your normal bravado.

"I'll…" he paused trying to think of something.

"If I win, you have to kiss Monoma!"

"What? No way!" He held his hands up looking repulsed.

As he did once before, your voice imitated a clucking hen, your hands creating wings by your ribs. He doesn’t buy it, so your hands fall on your waist, your eyes rolling.

"Fine, I'll kiss Monoma!"

Tetsutetsu’s jaw drops, and you grin as he falls for your trap.

"No to that too!" Finally, Tetsutetsu gave in to your triumphant grin. "Fine, I'll kiss him"

"Really?"

"Really, Ready… Set… GO!" You both ran, each one determined that you would win.

Tetsutetsu was the first to fall. Slipping and watching as you ran on ahead before you fell. Having caught up to you, Tetsutetsu was beside you when you fell a second time. You, determined that he wouldn't win, grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled him down with you. Using the pull you got back up in no time and was across the finish line as Tetsutetsu managed to stand.

"Cheater! YOU CHEATED!" Tetsutetsu yelled as you danced around at the finish line

"Loser!" You called back.

Tetsutetsu didn't even bother to get to the finish line he sat down in the mud and sulked, now you felt bad. Tetsutetsu had been already called loser a lot at school even by the principal himself. Walking back to him, you sat down beside him and gave him a short hug.

"I did cheat… you don't have to kiss anyone. We'll say there was no winner?" You leaped back up to your feet with ease and held out a hand to help him up.

"Do I get my kiss?" Tetsutetsu asked hopeful as you pulled him to his feet and you walked back towards the school.

"Ew, No!" You pushed him away and giggled at his hangdog expression… you didn't want to kiss him… but at the same time…

You shake your head. Hitting him on the arm as you got ready to climb up onto the bins and back into school. It was then when two voices caused you two to freeze in fear.

"Y/n!!"

"Tetsutetsu? YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE NOW!"

"It's my mom!" Tetsutetsu hissed looking at the wall that separated them from the playground

"And mine…" You looked down at your clothes. "We are so dead!"

"Better give me that kiss before we both die..."

Once again you hit him.

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You were fifteen when the request for a kiss came up again.

A little older now your pranks had disappeared, you were good friends as ever but you were growing up. Your intentions for the future need to be considered. The both of you were wanting to become Pro-Hero’s! The two of you going as far as having admittance to U.A., a feat that shocked your school district. At school, you often sat with different groups of friends as your homeroom had been split. It was rare for you to be together. You would watch as girls flirted with your childhood friend hoping for a chance with him. At these times you would catch his gaze. You would raise one brow making him laugh aloud. Whenever this happened, your own friends would accuse you of liking him. To which the response was always a disgusted and far too emphatic 'no!' You were friends and you were sure that was all you would ever be.

It was when he ran laps that they would see each other. Every morning you would wake early and meet at the park near your dorms. Together you would run three laps before you would warm down and sit correcting his homework. Once he finished his own six laps he would sit with you, and eating a small breakfast you would go over his mistakes. It was mid-October when the subject came up. You were discussing the upcoming joint-training when Tetsutetsu asked:

"If my class wins, do I get a kiss?" As with the first time, there was a shock from you, but this time for him it had seemed natural. "Well do I?"

"No!"

"Oh come on!"

"You’re weighing in the fact we don’t know what we’re even doing! Tell you what, if it ends up being a battle royale sort of thing, and my class loses all rounds, I’ll kiss you."

"That's not fair!" Tetsutetsu was a bit insecure about some of the larger heavy hitters in your class. To be fair it made sense, there were some massive monsters in your class.

"It is to me, you better get training!"

"What if my team in specific wins? What happens then?"

You chuckled, thinking about what you would receive if he failed? Choosing to ignore his ask you continue on with your own thoughts.

"If you lose, you have to kiss Bakugou!" You smirked as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and began running. Your startled shrieks making him laugh. “You can’t use me as a weight!”

“I can and I will!”

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A few days later, Tetsutetsu woke up in the infirmary. He should have been happy, he was able to go toe to toe against Todoroki Shouto! But it was still a tie, and more so, it wasn't enough! Leaning against his pillow he groaned next to a surprised Pony.

"We still almost won, Tetsutetsu! I think you should be happy about the tie! We showed them who we are!"

"It's not enough though!" He moaned miserably.

Pony’s eyebrow scrunched as she brushes her hair. Her eyes blinking as she tried to put together a correct response.

"Hey, guys!" You walked in on the two of them and smiled, "How are you feeling Tetsu?"

"Tetsutetsu is a bit sad, but we put up a great, great fight." Pony exclaimed knowing you would be pleased for your friend! Even if Tetsutetsu himself wasn't.

"It was pretty fucking amazing!" You exclaimed.

Pony nodded relieved someone else finally agreed with her, "I know, but he seems all upset about it..."

"It isn't good enough, is it?" Tetsutetsu asked you miserably, you smiled and shake your head.

"Not this time, but I am proud of you, you did really well"

"What about the other end of the deal?!" Tetsutetsu questioned nervously glancing at the door next to him. You went off into chimes of laughter and shook your head.

"I'll let you off after all my rule was that you had to all lose, and well, you guys did win one!"

"Oh thank God!" They exchanged smiles "I'll get what I want one-day!" Tetsutetsu promises you. You grinned and tilted your head to one side.

"Maybe…"

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The final time Tetsutetsu asked you to kiss him was when you were twenty.

Your life had become insanely busier as Pro-Heroes. The days and nights out on patrol made you often feel like a zombie as you desperately tried to balance a social and career life. So far, you were failing at it very, very badly.

You collapsed next to a grinning Tetsutetsu who looked at you expectantly. His wide grin making you feel like you were missing something, but you had no idea as to what. Your body felt like lead as Tetsutetsu blinked, his grin fading.

You were missing something, and you knew it with his withering expression.

“It’s October sixteenth,” Tetsutetsu said and you felt as if someone had shot you in the stomach.

“It’s your--”

“It’s my--”

“Birthday.” You say together and you moan into your hands, your elbows slamming into the table as you feel like the worst friend in the world. “I’m so sorry, Tetsu…”

Your eyes peeping through the slits of your fingers. Somehow, for some reason, Tetsutetsu is grinning instead.

“Don’t worry about it!” He laughs, his face jovial, his face forgiving.

“No, no! It’s totally not okay! I need to text Kirishima, too! What are you doing tonight? Or tomorrow?! I need to make this up to you!” You exclaim as you fish out your phone from your jacket pocket. Another horrified moan escaping your lips as you see that your group chat with your class. It had very much been active with celebrating another birthday.

“I’ll forgive you on one thing!” Tetsutetsu’s voice says in a calming tone. You, in a state of panic over the terrible feeling of being a horrible friend, nod.

“Of course!”

“Give me a kiss?”

You freeze then. Your eyes snapping up from the phone screen. You still had not been able to press send on your birthday message to your old classmate. “W-What?”

“Kiss me,” Tetsutetsu nears your face, a smirk on his face as you freeze. “Come on, it’s all I’ll ask from you ever again.”

“Tetsu!” You hiss, your face feeling as if it was on fire as you look around. There’s no one near though, no one able to keep your decency up for. “W-What? I thought you were…”

Your voice trails off as his black eyes lock with yours. He’s silent, nothing happening as his eyesight drop to your agape lips.

“Please?”

Your breathing nearly stops as you stare at your childhood friend. For how long as he liked you? You could not say.

You knew you liked him, but with the chaos of your blossoming career, it had been easy to deny your feelings. Deny they existed due to the fear of him hating you should you ever break up. Your heart continues hammering as he gets nearer. His pale skin tantalizing close as your breath stops.

Your body moves on its own, your fingers grasping his jaw and pulling him in for a kiss. Tetsutetsu, however, did not seem like he was expecting this. His body stiffening against you as you continue kissing him. Your lips fluid against his own, uncaring that he was caught off guard.

His hands finally tangle themselves in your hair, his fingers tugging at your roots as he keeps you close. Your head tilts as you let him kiss you deeper, his hands traveling to your waist to draw you nearer. His tongue heavy on your lips before you pull away, your eyes wide as his eyes open up.

“Oh my god!” You squeak, standing up. Your legs wobbling as if you had just finished an intensive training and not just kissed your best friend. “I gotta- fuck- I gotta go!” You shrill taking off before Tetsutetsu could even stop you.

It doesn’t take long for you to find yourself back home, your body heaving against your front door as the kiss replays over and over again. After ten years of knowing Tetsutetsu he had finally gotten his kiss, and after ten years of denying him said kiss, you wanted more.

A groan escapes your lips as you sink to the ground, your body trembling as years of denied attraction fill your body with a vengeance. Your hands grab your phone as you look through the worried texts from Tetsutetsu, each one apologizing for making you kiss him. It had been a joke that he thought you would have refused, and he was sorry.

But you want more, you crave more, and you need more.

Shaking fingers nearly prohibited you from sending your response, but only ten minutes away Tetsutetsu looked at the bubbles dancing on his screen.

you: I have a gift for you if you still want it. And don’t worry about the kiss, I liked it.

Tetsutetsu found himself opening your unlocked front door. He stepped inside, his eyes searching through the darkness for you.

“Y/n?”

“In the bedroom!”

Tetsutetsu has never been more confused as he continues walking through the darkness. His heart in his throat as he follows the dim light towards your room.

Now, for a man that just kissed you, what he did not expect to see upon entering your room was for you to be sitting on your bed. Your legs bound by your ankles, and ribbon circling around your arms as you sat tied up.

Bound up.

You’re wearing metallic colored lingerie, your cheeks feeling like they were burning as you stared at him. “I… I couldn’t think of anything better.” You confess, your eyes sinking to the ground as Tetsutetsu approaches you. “I love you, Tetsu, so much. I know I haven’t always been the kindest to you, but tonight I want to give you my everything. If you want it of course, if not you can forget about this! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, this is embarrassing of me and I totally assumed you’d be down to--mmph!”

His lips are over yours again, and you tumble backward as the solid man crawls on top of you. His arms slamming beside your head as your wrists struggled against the ribbons you had placed against your limbs.

Tetsutetsu’s lips are heavy against yours. His mouth swallowing your desires and moans as his fingers run up and down your figure. An almost snarl like laughter escaping his throat.

“Well, if this was what I would get after one kiss, I’m glad I saved it until now.” He moans softly against your lips, and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through his soft hair. But you’re unable to do that.

His lips move from your lips to your cheek, his large and thick eyelashes fluttering against your skin as you moan softly. Your body shifting as you want his strong body pressed against yours. You want to feel him flat against you, but he doesn’t undo the restraints.

“Please, you would have totally pissed your pants if I kissed you back then!” You laugh, your head dipping back into the mattress as his sharp teeth bite against your throat. A pained yelp escaping your lips until his soothing tongue presses against the throbbing skin.

“It’s my birthday,” Tetsutetsu growls lowly, and you can feel shivers running down your spine from the tone. “What I say is always right.”

You freeze as you feel his scarred fingers trail down the valley of your breasts all the way down to your panties. You gasp as his finger pressed against your clothed clit. Your hips thrust against his finger, and his breathy laugh makes you huff in frustration.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tetsutetsu kisses the bruise on your throat that he had just given you, admiring in the way it looked against rising skin. His hand retracts from your clit, the whine in your throat making him chuckle. “You teased me for ten years, baby, don’t you dare start complaining to me.” Your eyes snapped towards him, your bound hands ready to smack him for the rude response, but his hands rip the bra from your chest. You scream out his name, but his hands are giving your breasts a delicious amount of attention as his fingers began to knead the soft flesh around your sensitive nipples.

Your jaw drops, a resonating moan escaping your lips as Tetsutetsu continues leaving love bites down your chest. His hands were so close to your nipples, teasing the sensitive skin as he refuses to touch them. Desperate to feel his strong fingers touch your craved skin, you press your arms forward, hopeful that the squeeze will get him to slip up. “Tetsu!” You groan trying to manipulate him to your will. “It’s your birthday, I should be treating you!” Each squeeze made a pleasurable jolt course through your core as you imagined soon enough doing things to you you hadn’t imagined before.

“But you’re my present,” Tetsutetsu whispers against your breast. Your body trembling against the sensation.

“Please, Tetsu. I want--” You were torn from your exchange as Tetsutetsu pressed one of his free hands up to sit against your heated core. His hands grinding against your sex. Your reaction causing him to grin against your breast.

Your mewls are now pouring without any restraint as his teeth bite down against your hardened nipples. His hands pushing up against your grinding hips as waves of pleasures build up within you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Tetsutetsu moans as your fingers fist awkwardly into his shirt. With his help, you pull the material over his head and your awe in his chest. You had seen it a million times, his costume left little to imagine about his torso, but this feels different. It’s raw, and it’s incredibly intimate. You watch as your lover shuffles his pants down, discarding them in your room as he flips you over onto your chest, your knees supporting you in a faux doggy style. Your ankles are still bond, and you feel bowlegged as you pant. Your panties are removed, and you hiss as your blazing sex hits the colder air.

“Are you ready for me?” Tetsutetsu asks you, and you laugh breathless. You turn your head as you look at your lover, his hands fisting his hard cock ready to enter you whenever you allowed him.

“I am.” Your ass rolling as he presses you further into the mattress.

A shriek of pleasure leaves your lips as Tetsutetsu begins entering your slick pussy. Your hips moving painfully slow against his girth, a pained cry escaping your lips as he stills. “Shit,” He curses, his head falling, “are you okay?”

“Give--fuck--give me a second!” So, Tetsutetsu stays there, buried deep within your folds as you blink away painful tears. His fullness eventually becoming bearable and so you began to roll your hips against his. A pained smile on your face as you marvel in the way Tetsutetsu moans loudly. His hips moving to meet yours. You simpered as you manage to slam into him at the same time. Your body quivers at the impact, your pussy clenching at the feeling. Your face lits up when your lover sinfully moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he pants. He liked it as well. Your fingers clutch the duvet, and you shift, ready to go even faster.

“Please, fuck, you’re so amazing!” Tetsutetsu puffs as you angle your hips anew. His fingers gripping your soft flesh as his pace increases, and you meet him at every pound. You giggle, your head leaning to the side to watch his eyes clenched closed as he rocked into you.

“Tetsu, you look so damn handsome when you’re whining for me.” You moan, uncaring about your sloppy thrusts for the moment. The way Tetsutetsu is so surprisingly responsive to your actions is just stirring you on, you’re nearly positive that you’ll be coming as soon as he touches your clit. You grip the duvet, angling your body again so that he is thrusting into you at a better angle. The raw moans that leave both your mouths letting you know you had succeeded. The loud and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips makes you shriek in delight. You continue to keep your that angle, uncaring about the discomfort, only caring that the same power and depth in the rawness of his voice were sending chills down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your lovers’ continuous mewls stirring you on. Your right-hand tugs against the ribbon, moving your entire body, but Tetsutetsu growls not liking this dominance you were beginning to show.

His fingers press harshly against your clit, and your back arches as you shriek his name.

“Yes, fuck, baby yes!” Tetsutetsu laughs, his face burying into your back as your pleasure-filled noises rile him up, his fingers circling on the bundle of nerves. Your hips are no longer relentless against his cock as he continues fucking you. Your screams nearly inaudible at the sight of him still hammering himself into you.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, but the way he’s manipulating your body doesn’t allow you to think straight. Your hips are thrusting once again, harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your fingers clenched as you try to focus on anything but your spasming walls against his protruding cock as his fingers dance against your clit. Tetsutetsu’s spluttering yells fueling your inner lust as his body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going your walls clench around him.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your pussy is filled instantly with his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hips continue moving along his length, his fluids continuing to come out in his heavy load. Your thrusting continues, moving towards your own orgasm now. Tetsutetsu, not one to give up, continues thrusting, his fingers pinching and pulling gently at your clit. With a shriek, your pussy clamps against his cock, and you come around him. Your chest heaving as you fall forward, body exhausted.

Wordlessly your childhood friend, and now lover falls down next to you.

“You know,” He says quietly. “You didn’t have to do all that. I would’ve taken the kiss as a present.”

“Are you saying the sex wasn’t good.”

Tetsutetsu laughs as he undoes the ribbons. “No, baby, it was amazing.”

[akechicrimes]

7 or 71 for either shuake or yukamitsu [big eye emojis]

7. “I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

On Goro’s thirty-fourth birthday at ten-thirty in the morning, Akira calls him at work and says, “Happy birthday, dear. I just got hit by a car, and I need to know what color bike you want.”

*

On Goro’s thirty-fourth birthday at ten-thirty in the morning, Akira calls him at work (which Goro dubiously eyeballs for a whole four seconds before picking up) and says, “Happy birthday, dear. I just got hit by a car, and I need to know what color bike you want.”

Well, neither Goro nor Akira own a car for Akira to drive, so that means Akira got hit on foot. Goro is very calm, and has no immediate panic response to that, because he’s a rational and responsible adult. “Are you dead?” Goro asks.

“Probably not.”

“And is there a reason you’re calling me instead of the ambulance?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I have a bruise on one of my legs, if that counts. But I was riding your bike when it happened, so the bike got totaled, so, you know. They’ve got the same model you had, but there’s tons of new colors, if you want pictures.”

Goro takes a very long, very deep breath. Goro is very, extremely calm. “Anything is fine,” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, hundred percent. I even landed on my feet; you should’ve seen it.”

“You should go to the ER anyway,” says Goro, in a voice that is truly the epitome of calm.

“I mean, I guess I could, but that seems like a waste of time. And I don’t want to just leave your bike in the middle of the road.”

“Throw it away if it’s wrecked, then.”

“But it deserves a proper send-off.”

“You’re doing this to me on my birthday, Kurusu.”

“I’ll go to the ER if you go with me,” says Akira hopefully, who is a perennially bad influence who is of the opinion that Goro should have just said he’d be ‘working from home’ and spent the day with him.

Goro takes a look at his calendar, tallies up how many meeting he’d have to reschedule, and waits a whole five seconds before he lets himself say, “Fine,” because Akira just said that he’s fine and Goro isn’t upset and everything is so calm that Goro can wait five seconds before agreeing to leave work. “I’ll see you at Leblanc.”

“Wait, wait, which color for the bike? They’ve got green, blue, a red, a kind of fun rose-gold thing, which is a bit excessive considering it’s a bike, and teal, and a kind of blue and orange Naruto-y thing…”

“Anything is fine.” Goro stops. “Except the last one.”

“Red it is! See you in a bit.”

“Don’t ride that bike back to Leblanc,” says Goro, as if lightning might strike twice on the same day on the same man riding the same model bike of the same color, but Akira’s already hung up. Goro speed-drafts a rescheduling email, copy-pastes it to four different people, and then sprints out the office door without even a goodbye to his coworkers.

*

Friday, 11:16 AM

FUTABA: hey

FUTABA: hey goro

FUTABA: hey gorororororororororo

FUTABA: HEY MR AKECHI KURUSU

GORO: If it’s about the traffic accident, I heard about it.

GORO: I’m going back to Leblanc now.

FUTABA: no it’s smthg else

FUTABA: well it is about the accident but i got smthg else for u

FUTABA sent MOV19.mp4

FUTABA: ripped this from the traffic cam

GORO: Is this footage of the accident?

FUTABA: yeehaw

GORO: …Thank you for the offer, but I don’t know if I want to see this.

FUTABA: ok i hear u but i promise it’s hilarious

FUTABA: and also u might feel better if u see it

FUTABA: like idk what he told u on the phone but like

FUTABA: look the car even slowed down at the intersection

FUTABA: the dude was obeying traffic laws and everything he was doing something like ten under the speed limit

FUTABA: the car ENTIRELY missed akira

FUTABA: got the bike full on

FUTABA: and then he just rolls up across the hood and up the windshield like a looney toon

FUTABA: rip ur bike tho it just goes cronch

FUTABA: instant pretzel

FUTABA: ty bichael for ur sacrifice

FUTABA: also idk i figured you

FUTABA: might wanna see for urself that he’s okay

FUTABA: like u can see him stand up at the end and he’s not even confused or anything he’s super duper ok

FUTABA: he’s not bullshitting u over the phone and pretending he’s ok when he’s not ok

FUTABA: u know how he does lmao

GORO: …Huh.

GORO: He really did land on his feet for a whole second there, didn’t he?

FUTABA: yeah like a cat

FUTABA: it’s nuts tbh

FUTABA: and then he remembers he’s a human and falls on his ass LMAO

FUTABA: show it to morgana i want his professional kitty cat opinion on the matter

FUTABA: rate akira’s near death experience

FUTABA: also the driver was v nice and v apologetic and he gave akira his insurance

FUTABA: but i have his home address and work address and phone number and the name of his dog if you want it

GORO: Just the insurance will be fine.

FUTABA: kk

GORO: …And thanks for sending the video.

GORO: Even though I already knew he was fine.

FUTABA: you know those like

FUTABA: itty bitty teeny weeny micro dogs

FUTABA: that are like four and a half pounds

FUTABA: but they think they can take any mfer on the block out of sheer will alone

FUTABA: and theyve always got their eyeballs bulging out and they pick fights with 70 pound dogs

FUTABA: and they have only two emotions which are rage and anxiety and they shake constantly because theyre only four pounds and they have So Much Emotion and nowhere to put it so they vibrate at the speed of sound

GORO: Is this a metaphor about me.

FUTABA: it’s a metaphor about you

FUTABA: because i can hear your shaky angry anxious four pound vibrating all the way from the other side of tokyo

GORO: You are the smallest, angriest, most anxious person I know, who regularly picks fights with international hacking organizations and billion-dollar companies.

GORO: And I, somehow, am the angry shaky dog.

FUTABA: your husband got hit by a car on ur birthday

GORO: I know that.

GORO: I do not need to be reminded.

FUTABA: ah yeah

FUTABA: sorry

GORO: He’s fine.

GORO: He said he’s fine.

GORO: And from this footage, he’s more than fine.

FUTABA: he is super double extra fine with a side of fine

GORO: Unless this footage was in any way edited.

GORO: And unless he was faking his call, somehow.

GORO: In which case, I’m going to walk into Leblanc and find out that he was just pretending to be okay so he could hear my voice one last time and Leblanc will be swarming with police officers to break the news the newly bereaved.

GORO: But that’s not going to happen.

GORO: Because Akira is fine, and I’m perfectly fine.

FUTABA: im rly glad to hear my man

GORO: This footage isn’t edited, is it.

FUTABA: no

GORO: Are you very sure?

GORO: Videos are easily modified.

GORO: Would you even know if it was edited?

FUTABA: yes im a literal wizard of course i would know

FUTABA: where are u even getting this idea from

GORO: The entire series of events is unrealistic, isn’t it?

GORO: You said yourself that it was almost like something out of a cartoon.

GORO: The likelihood that someone gets hit by a car and comes out of it entirely no worse for wear is practically ridiculous.

FUTABA: i ripped that film straight from the cam it is entirely unedited

GORO: But how can you be sure? Did you see him in live camera?

FUTABA: i mean no but he texted me

GORO: What if that was his dying text.

FUTABA: i rly dont know if his dying text would have been the “i lived bitch” meme with the cat filter

FUTABA: he’s fine dude

FUTABA: that’s why i sent you the video

GORO: I KNOW he’s fine.

GORO: I’m asking if there’s any solid evidence.

FUTABA: THE VIDEO

GORO: I’m going to call him. Brb

FUTABA: so what he can tell you he’s fine AGAIN and you’ll be like

FUTABA: “oh but what if it was secretly a pod person who stole his body after he died tragically after calling me one last time to hear my voice”

FUTABA: he is FINE

FUTABA: like go ahead and call him if u want but

FUTABA: the only person who was gonna edit that footage was me

FUTABA: and if he were dead i would not be functioning enough to be doing any kinda photoshop like that

FUTABA: let alone LIE to you jesus christ!!!!!

FUTABA: god

FUTABA: i pronounce you King Shaky Dog

FUTABA: the tiniest and angriest and shakiest and most anxious four pound goblin

FUTABA: i will reclaim my title tomorrow

FUTABA: for now it’s my birthday gift to you

FUTABA: the title of Shaky Dog allows you to go absolutely apeshit and nobody will judge you

GORO: You know I hate birthday presents.

FUTABA: did you call akira

GORO: I hate birthday presents so much that I will be refusing my title as King Shaky Dog and will henceforth not be going ape shit.

FUTABA: ok so

FUTABA: i didnt mean to

FUTABA: get snippy with you or anything

GORO: It’s fine.

GORO: I wasn’t… exactly polite, myself.

GORO: So.

FUTABA: um

FUTABA: you really can call him if you want

FUTABA: there’s nothing wrong with that

FUTABA: between u and me……………………. i definitely did that more than once for a lot lesser reasons than someone getting hit by a car

GORO: My stop is in less than thirty seconds.

GORO: I will probably live.

FUTABA: lmao ok well

FUTABA: if u change ur mind about losing ur shit then please know i gave u that footage in the first place because i think if something like that happened to MY partner i would mcfreakin lose it

FUTABA: speaking of her

FUTABA: sumi says happy birth btw

FUTABA: but cuter because u know how she is

FUTABA: “happy birthday crow-senpai~~~~~~~~” in her shy voice that makes u wanna die

FUTABA: ofoogofhghhfoghfhhghfh g gh SUMI ur so cute ilysm

GORO: Tell her I said thanks.

GORO: And stop telling me how much you love her and use the ring you made me go ring shopping with you for.

FUTABA: HHHHH

FUTABA: im being cyberbullied for being a cowardly lesbian

GORO: I’m at my stop, by the way, so I’m going offline.

FUTABA: which tbh i probably deserve

FUTABA: oh kk see u

FUTABA: watch the video again mr shaky dog

FUTABA: akira is fine

FUTABA: everyone is alive

FUTABA: you are one year older

FUTABA: happy birthday goro

*

The bike is totaled.

Akira isn’t the sort of person to dump a piece of trash right in front of Leblanc, but it’s hard to miss sticking out of the nearby public trash bin. The back wheel has exploded into serrated wheel-spokes and limb rubber bits that Akira’s shoved into the trash as best as he could. The body of the bike is crushed in on itself, exposing its sharp hollow innards; the handlebars resemble a badly-tied knot. The front wheel is left to stick up and out, creaking gently, spinning overhead from half a hinge like a head not quite fully severed.

The cafe is empty except for its usual barista who, of course, is a very normal and mild-mannered barista, who has nothing to do with the several hundred millions worth of dollars of repatriated art hiding in the attic en route back to South Korea. That would be illegal, of course, and Akira Kurusu-Akechi has never once in his life done anything illegal in the name of what’s morally right. “Welcome back, dear,” says Akira, and hangs up a coffee mug to dry, and it’s so normal that Goro is convinced that either he’s experiencing yesterday, or maybe he’s re-experiencing the year 2016 all over again, or maybe Akira really is dead and this is just his ghost.

Goro sits in his usual spot at the bar. Same chair, sixteen years later. Unbelievable. Maybe Goro’s giving him a little bit of a dumbfounded look, because Akira tilts his head, leans across the bar, and pecks Goro on the cheek.

“Where’s Sakura?” Goro asks.

“Having his midday old man nap. So,” says Akira, looking pleased with himself, “either we can close Leblanc for an hour and raid the kitchen and make lunch, or we can close Leblanc and go out and have a fancy lunch. Your choice because I already made dinner reservations and we’re doing those no matter what.”

Goro really means to give him an answer, because Akira really does love Goro’s birthday every year and never fails to pick someplace nice for the day, but instead what comes out of his mouth is: “Did you ride the new bike back home?”

“Yeah, I did. Figured I might as well take it for a test drive. It’s a good bike.”

“Why didn’t you take the subway?” Goro says sharply.

“Didn’t have my card.”

“You just rode the bike all the way across Tokyo?”

“It wasn’t all the way across Tokyo, just a bit away and back… Goro?”

Ah, Goro’s going to become one of those people who has a meltdown any time their loved one gets on a plane or a train or ksomething else associated with heebie-jeebie nonsense magical thinking. Great. Fantastic. God dammit.

“Do you really want me to go to the ER?” Akira asks eventually.

Goro really wants Akira to have never gotten hit in the first place, but people don’t get what they want and sometimes the universe decides to send one bad fucking driver through a red light and take away Akira’s entire life in a split second—one mistake, a coincidence at the wrong place and time, and the boy who fought God and won is a smear of bones on the pavement.

This would be different if it were sixteen years ago, and Goro had the power to bend people’s minds in half until they broke, or dive into the deepest, bloodiest parts of the collective psyche and pummel the worst of them to a pulp—but what’s he going to do here? Lambast a guy who was going ten miles under the speed limit and just wasn’t looking the right way? Is he going to summon a new Persona from his soul and undo time itself?

Can he do anything if the universe decides, one day, that Akira’s time on this earth is up? He spent all those years desperate for power, and then abusing that power, and then desperately guilty for having abused that power, and then desperately trying to get up that power, and now here he is with the power to do jack shit when his husband almost gets run over and if the Metaverse were still around he swears he would have carved Loki from his own soul out of sheer fury alone—

“No,” says Goro sharply, and stands up. “It’s nothing. I’m not hungry, and I’m going for a walk. Please don’t text me unless it’s an emergency.”

“What—hey! Goro, wait, wait—”

“I’m getting some fresh air!”

Akira’s scrambling to get out from behind the bar. “Didn’t you just get here—?”

Goro spins around and points a finger at Akira like it’s his fault: “You were the one,” he snarls, “who promised, when we got married, that we’d always be together. And now you get hit on a bike, and then stand up like it’s nothing and—and get on another bike and go cycling around the exact same streets where you got hit—? Aren’t you scared? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Akira falls silent. “I didn’t go back to the same intersection,” he says at last.

Goro can’t take this. “I’m taking a walk.”

“Wait wait wait, Goro, just—” Akira grabs Goro’s hand and Goro has the sudden urge to yank his arm away, but Akira’s hand is also incredibly real, just like it felt this morning and yesterday and the day before that and all the days Goro ever took Akira’s living, breathing body for granted. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. He was going, I dunno, twenty miles per hour at most. It was an intersection. He’d slowed down beforehand and everything, and I didn’t even get hurt on the fall.”

Right, because Goro’s the one who’s just freaking out for no reason. Right. Okay. Because that’s how he is, isn’t he, always being dramatic over little things. Right. Of course. This is fine.

When Goro doesn’t turn around, Akira moves around to the front to look him in the eye. “Sorry if I made you worry,” says Akira. “But it was really nothing at all.”

“Maybe it was nothing this time,” says Goro forcefully. “But what about the next time—the next car—the next time you borrow my bike? What about tomorrow? Or the day after that? Literally any one of the hundreds and hundreds of days coming up where you could easily die just as easily as you died today.”

“Then I’ll escape death hundreds and hundreds of times,” says Akira.

Goro scoffs.

“I mean it. I was a Phantom Thief, wasn’t I? I escaped death more than once. Did it again today. I’ll do it as many times as it takes until we’re both old and grey.” Akira takes Goro’s hand, but it’s Goro who laces their fingers together.

“Sometimes it doesn’t work that way,” says Goro, like a bad echo of his ten-year-old self, trying to figure out what kind of world would let his mother die.

“I’m just keeping my promise,” says Akira. “I told you that I’d never leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sometimes that’s not your decision to make.”

“It is and I’ve decided I’m immortal until you die.”

Goro scoffs. “Don’t be arrogant.”

“Is it being arrogant? I didn’t let death steal you away from me. I’m not letting it steal me away from you, either.”

“Sometimes…” Goro begins.

“'Sometimes’ what?”

'Sometimes’ what?

Sometimes things get worse. People die early, and unfulfilled; they streak through the sky in a blaze and then wink out, without even a burst of fire to show for it. Sometimes nobody gets a say in what happens, and plans don’t pan out, and wishes aren’t granted, and everything happens for no good reason and no good end.

Today, Goro Akechi-Kurusu is thirty-four years old, about sixteen years older than he ever figured he was going to be. He has a career in a non-profit for maladjusted youth getting reacclimated to school systems and preparing for college, instead of the career in law he figured he’d have if he actually lived that long. He doesn’t just have one friend, but multiple friends. He has, unbelievably, a husband, which honestly still floors him to this day, considering that he was and maybe still is convinced that marriage is a scam devised by asshole men like his father to manipulate young women into a false sense of security. The other day, Akira mentioned that he wanted to get a cat to keep Morgana company, maybe in a few years when they moved into a pet-friendly apartment, and in Goro’s head, it made sense that they would both be alive and together entire years in the future for them to get a cat.

Today is already an impossible day, isn’t it?

“Sometimes,” says Goro flatly, “you say ridiculous things, and I think that you could actually pull it off.”

Akira grins. Akira leans in for their regular greeting kiss when one of them comes home, but this time, Goro closes his eyes, leans into it, really tries to memorize the feel of Akira’s lips on his. Every line and scar on his hands, the odd ends of his fingernails, that familiar way he waits for four beats, then takes a breath through his nose and kisses Goro again, and never can quite seem to avoid kissing him more on the bottom lip than the top. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he says plainly not three inches from Goro’s face. “It’s bad form to leave a calling card and never show up.”

Goro smiles. “Then I won’t let you break your word.”

When Akira pulls away, he kisses the back of Goro’s hand, like a proper gentleman thief of old. “Happy birthday, dear,” he says, and surprisingly, despite the way this awful day started off, Goro thinks that Akira might be able to pull that promise off, too.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Take me for a Ride, Jack...7

Wow, this part was written so long ago.. I didnt realise it took me this long to get to the part that inspired this whole story. Time to get greasy. 

. . . . 

You eventually turn around and head back to the market, Jack tugs you back to the cheese stall, not before she stops in at a stall full of scarves and hats. You drop her hand and watch her hands run over a few scarves she likes and purchases just one before you move next door to the cheese stall.

"Pick your favourites and we'll find a spot to go eat." She rests her hand on your lower back as you scan the selection

"I love that you think I'm sharing this cheese with you." She laughs and you buy  almost double what you would usually get because you have a hard time sharing food. The man prepares it on a platter for you.

"You really have a problem sharing food?" She laughs sitting beside you at the beach side table.

"Oh, J. You have so much to learn." You smirk and dig into your platter. The meal is spent in mostly silence and a few moans of pleasure from the food on your end and you can see the affect it's having on Jack which only spurs you on more before she grabs your thigh tightly.

"Stop, now." She purrs into your ear and just like that you're undone. "Thank you." She clearly saw your resolve change and loosens her grip on your thigh, moving it slightly higher before going back down again.

"And im the tease?" You scoff and finish off the last of the cheese.

"You started it. I just finished it." She smirks, packing up the platter and picking it up before walking over to place it in the trash can. "Want to see anything else?"

"Not really." You smile, watching Jack walk back over to you and she reaches out to take you hand. You take another walk around the markets. Happy to just hold her hand in yours and look over the stalls closing up. Then you cross the road and stroll down the shop fronts, looking in a few shops. The second hand book store takes Jack's attention. She picks out a few books and buys them.

"I need a few more for my collection." She smiles swinging her shopping bags by her side. "Ready to start heading home?" The sun was slowly setting, the cool breeze brushing your faces. The small walk back to the bike was too short for your liking but you slid onto the bike behind Jack and held onto her waist all the way back to DC.

There was a bit of DC traffic heading back into the city. Everyone coming back into DC from their day out on the coast. You laughed when Jack took the back roads to your place, prolonging the ride. But it still wasn't long enough. She pulled up to your curb and you both hopped off.

"That was a lovely day. Almost perfect." You smiled, hooking up your helmet to the back of the bike.

"Almost?" Jack huffed, hooking her pinkie in yours and tugging you close.

"Yeah.." You smirked, resting your hand on her waist, while her other hand and pinkie was still hooked with yours.

"Ah so what Torres mentioned is true." Her smirk growing more smug by the second. "You like to drive but me driving seems to be a loophole."

"You are a loophole in my brain, Jack." You both chuckle. You shake your head at the way those silly words came out. Hoping to god it somehow sounded cute.

"Smooth." Jack leans in and her lips graze the corner of your mouth on the way to dropping a kiss on your cheek.

You close you eyes, enjoying the lingering touch of her lips against your skin before it's gone too soon.

"Today was almost perfect for me too." She whispers and you open your eyes, to see hers teasing you.

You huff out a laugh and squeeze her hand before dropping it and watch her walk back and slide onto her bike. "Maybe it'll be perfect next time."

"Next time? You think I'll let you ride this girl?" She winks, sliding her hips slowly back and forth causing you to drop your head back and laugh. "I left that one wide open."

"So wide." You laugh and look back at Jack. "I'm sure I can convince you." You wink.

Jack laughs. "I'll chat with you later and see you at work tomorrow."

"Drive safe." You just get a wink in return and watch Jack ride off down the street.  Smiling all the way up to your apartment, running through the events of the day. It was perfect and you can't stop smiling. Jack does text you when she gets home, it feels so couplely for you and for once that doesn't frighten you. With Jack you feel light, like you can float and nothing can hold you down. Even Jamie's pokes and jokes don't break your mood. The days events finally catch up with you and sleep finds you easy for once.

You catch a case on Tuesday that get's all your attention but Jack is unfortunately held up with helping Vance and another team with a case for the next week so you hardly see each other. The case drags on and you don't end up catching the bad guy until the following Monday. Gibbs thankfully gives the team a few days off but Jack is still held up with other team's cases that you don't see each other, even texting is minimal. Thursday and Friday is just catching up on reports. Thankfully no new case which means the team goes for drinks Friday evening after work, only Nick, Ellie and you end up staying the longest, Kasie and Jimmy too tired to carry on, before you head home around 2200.

Before you leave Ellie suggests joining her in her kick boxing class on Sunday. You give her a tentative yes unsure if you'll remember in the morning. Also leaving it open to see if Jack wants to do something. Ellie smiles, holding a hand over Nick's teasing lips.

"Have a good weekend, chat on Monday in the gym." Ellie waves goodbye and you see her release Nick's mouth once you are out of the bar.

Saturday morning rolls around and you lay in bed longer than you should. Over thinking about texting Jack, asking if she wants to go out. You had coffee with her twice during the week, nice chats, more hand holding and another kiss on the cheek. She even came into the bullpen before she left Friday afternoon to say goodbye to everyone and gave you an obvious extra smile.

You make yourself a coffee, fiddling with your phone in your fingers. Jamie notices. You check your phone for the tenth time in probably an hour. You bite the bullet and send her a good morning text to which you get a reply a few minutes later.

'G'morning to you too. I'm working on my girl (bike) if I don't reply straight away.' You laugh at her clarification.

'I'm sure she appreciates the attention.' You can't help it, she brings out the sass in you.

You manage to make a cup of coffee and slightly burn some toast before you get a reply. Making yourself comfortable on the couch across from Jamie who's watching some medical show on tv.

'You jealous? ;)'

"How's Jack?" Jamie asks tearing her eyes away from the tv and sipping her cup of tea. You notice she has bags under her eyes, decent ones and she's wearing scrubs.

"You going in for over time?" You look slightly concerned, it's meant to be her day off, she didn't come home until 0300 last night and it's only just hit 0800.

"Yeah, Patricia called in sick. So i'm doing her shift and Tyson is taking mine this evening."

You nod accepting that at least she got someone to take her shift and not have to pull a double.

"So how's Jack?"

You smile and look back down at your phone, still trying to find the right reply but you know anything would be fine. "She's good, cheeky as hell." You take a bite of toast.

"So what's the situation?" You look at Jamie wide eyed at the question she just asked.

"Ummm.." You look at the tv then down at your phone, not really sure how to answer but wanting an answer yourself, hell you hadn't even kissed on the lips yet.  

"Haven't talked about it?" You shake your head and Jamie accepts your wordless answer. She turns her attention back to the tv. One thing you love about your sister is she stops asking when you need her too, most of the time.

'You're welcome to come and watch.' You smile and hop up from the couch, finishing off your toast on the way to the kitchen.

'I might just do that.' You hit send and nurse the cup of coffee as you go to your bedroom to get changed.

You turn down Jack's street and pull your car up out from of her building. You notice the bike down the side of the driveway and smile as you see Jack lying beside her. Walking up the driveway you stop for a second when Jack stands up seeing you. Your breath falters seeing her in front of you in long sleeved overalls, they're dark denim in colour and she has the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the cuffs turned up at her ankles. Your eyes are drawn to the deep v at her breasts where she's clearly undone a few too many buttons but you aren't complaining as the v dips deep between her breasts.

Jack smirks at your pause and you kick your brain back into gear walking up to her. "Hi."

"That didn't take you too long." She leans in and you hold your breath but she kisses your cheek.

"No traffic." You shrug, dragging your eyes down her body again, not ashamed that she can see you looking.

"You like?" She does a twirl and you laugh.

"You get all the grease from the bike on you?"

Jack is covered in grease. It's sexy as hell but also funny. She's got some splotched across her face, neck, arms, hands and even a smudge on her left ankle.

"She's a tough girl." Jack turns slightly, looking at her bike.

You follow her gaze to the subject of conversation. There's a mechanic trolly on the ground that Jack was lying on when you pulled up, a large red tool box (is there another colour for a tool box?) and a bunch of dirty rags scattered around.

"What's her problem today?" You walk over to take a closer inspection and Jack goes into detail of what she's been doing but you only understand half of it. As she gets back down onto her back on the trolley you find a spot on the garden wall beside her work area, giving you a good angle to watch Jack. You happily watch as she works on her bike for almost an hour, she chats with you in between grunts and swears. You find that her swearing is kind of a turn on, well this whole situation of her in those overalls, grease and her hair tied up in a bun with a dark blue and white poker-dot scarf wrapped around her head is making you hot.

You wonder what it's like to kiss her as she works under her bike, it's definitely crossed your mind several times since the markets but the moments seemed to fly by. Would she be gentle and slow or deep and fast. You bite your lower lip between your teeth and Jack looks over at you.

"You're making it very hard for me to concentrate on my task." She slides to the side and sits up, rubbing the back of her hand across her forehead and you smirk at the new line of grease across her brow, understanding now how easily she got into this mess. "I just smudged more grease didn't I?" You nod and she stands up walking over to where you are perched on her garden wall. You watch her eyes darken and a mischievous smile begins to grow across her lips but it's too late for you to escape (not that you wanted to), she closes the gap between you, placing her hands on the wall either side of your hips. Your knees bumping into her lower belly, at least that's what you're telling yourself is where they are touching and you open your legs for her to slide in closer.

"You like me betw-" Her smart ass comment is cut off by your lips meeting her smug smile and she moans, she's kissing you back. Your hands wrapping around her neck and the tips of your fingers playing with the hairs at the base of her neck that have come loose from her working.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip and you make a whimpering sound parting your lips to give her the access she asked for. Your mind goes blank and all you can think and feel is her. You feel her tongue glide along yours, teeth clash, her hands grip at your hips and her left hand goes around to cup the side of your butt. It's too soon but she snaps back heaving for air but you don't let her go too far, your hands still tangled in her hair. elbows resting on her shoulders.

"Been wanting to do that for a while." You let out between breaths and Jack smiles, leaning in to peck your lips but you hold her close, dragging the kiss out longer, sucking her bottom lip between yours and releasing it with a pop.

"Me too." Jack breathes and kisses your cheek with a laugh.

"You've transferred the grease to me, haven't you?" You let one hand fall from it's spot tangled in the back of her hair and run it along your cheek where Jack was looking but you think it only made it worse because Jack just laughs harder. "How about helping a girl out?"

"Why would I do that?" She closes the small gap between you again and kisses you with more passion than the first time, she brings out sounds you don't think you've ever made before. Something between a whimper, mew and sigh which only spurs her on and she nips at your bottom lip before pulling away. "If I look half as sexy as you with a little grease on your face, I'd have kissed you hours ago."

You smile, your cheeks going a slight pink and run your thumb across Jack's cheek, smearing the grease a little more but bringing your thumb back to your face, dotting it on your nose. "Trust me, I'm shocked with my self control. Although I wanted to kiss you when you picked me up for breakfast."

"I wanted to kiss you when we spent three hours instead of one searching through profiles." She squeezes your hip and goes to step out of your embrace but your legs come up and slightly hook behind her knees and she slightly stumbles into you. "Let me finish this one last thing, I promise it will only take ten minutes and then we can kiss, cuddle or go for a ride, whatever you want." Jack smiles and you bring your hand up to your chin pretending to think about an answer but then realise you've smudged more grease onto your face in the process.  

"Might want to shower first." You add, dropping your legs to let her go and you see her huge smirk. "I didn't-"

"I know." She pecks your lips and you see her smile, it melts all your nerves away. "Ten minutes."

You squeeze her hand before dropping it. You watch her work, she bugs you again for chewing your bottom lip but you cant help it, she's dam attractive working on her bike and thankfully she sticks to her ten minute promise. You follow her up to her apartment, quickly realising this is the first time you've actually been inside her place and your heart skips a beat stepping through the threshold. It's very minimal, she has a beach style vibe as you guessed there might be as she misses the ocean so much. She offers you a seat in her lounge room and tells you to get comfortable while she takes a quick shower.

You take the opportunity of being alone in her space to wander around instead. Her living area is simple, a two seater tan linen couch with a huge circle armchair to match. There's a small oval glass coffee table with a few files spread across it and a few large shells scattered across. It's an open style area and you walk into the middle section where the four seater dining table is tucked into the corner behind the couch then onto the kitchen, its small but you can see dishes and utensils taking up most of the bench space. Taking a turn you go through the doorway into the hallway, to your left you hear the shower and see into Jack's bedroom which she's left the door open to but you turn right deciding you'll hopefully get the opportunity to see that another time.

There's four photo-frames equally spaced along the wall, all with pictures of a desert landscape. It isn't until you walk up to the last one at the end of the hall and near the front door that you see a much younger Jack with her Wingo's and you reach up and trace your fingers down the side of the frame with a sad smile. After you spoke to Jack about your time in Afghanistan you did take the liberty and did a search, asked an old friend in the Army if he recognised the name and he didn't share much but said a mission went horribly wrong with her and her team. You didn't want to know anything else even if he did want to tell you. You wanted Jack to tell you when she was ready.

"That was my team." Jack said softly beside you and you almost jumped out of your skin. "Sorry, saw you were deep in thought and couldn't resist." She smiles and wraps her arm around your waist. "Come with me." She tugs you down the hall and into the bathroom. "Sit." She motions to the side of the bath. You look at her confused and she just nods in the direction of the bath again.

"Wha-" You stop when you see her squeeze the wash cloth, water dripping out and brings it to your face and you laugh. "Thank you." She wipes away the grease you'd forgotten about.

"Might get certain looks if you go out like this.." She smiles, you feel the nice cold cloth travel down your neck and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling although you sweat there was no grease there.

"Gave up caring what people thought a long time ago." The cloth leaves your skin and you open your eyes to a questioning looking Jack. "Well mostly."

Jack turns away to wash the cloth in the sink but you happily stay seated, watching her. She catches you in the mirror and just smiles at you.

"So we are going out?" You try to not sound disappointed but you could happily spend the day wrapped in her arms, biting your lip bottom lip.

"I'd call us 'Going Out'" She raises her hands in the bunny ears formation to make her point.

Rolling your eyes at her. "Not what I meant and you know it.." But you blush anyway, her eyes havent left yours, looking at your through the mirror. You subconsciously bring your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I want to give her a test run to see how she goes then we can cuddle the day away." She winks at you. "If you keep biting that lip..." She doesn't finish what she was thinking, instead she shows you, turning around to you again, cupping your face with her hands and sucking you lip into her mouth, drawing a moan from deep within you and she kisses you. No one has kissed you with so much passion, ferocity and tenderness before. You surrender to her and she tugs you up, standing, you wrap your arms around her neck, never breaking the kiss.

The kiss ends and you can't not look at her, her eyes glaze over and you assume yours are as well. "So ..umm .. that ride." You breathe, the words no louder than a whisper.

Jack just nods, softly pecking your lips again before dropping her hands. "Yeah." She breaths

"Come on, baby." You smile, liking the name flowing from your lips. You grab her hand and lead her out of the bathroom and down the hall. She grabs her keys along the way and you walk out of the apartment.

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Well? I kept re reading, adding, subtracting, knew i needed to post it before i re wrote it completely. Hope its ok.. 7 is my lucky number, funny how that worked out.

[pbandjesse]

Today was another excellent day. But I am way tireder then I was last night. Like it is a little hard to sit up and write this but I will power through. 

I did sleep alright last night but before bed I had another really bad nose bleed except this time I was alone, as James was asleep, and I only had 3 tissues. So I was a little upset and scared. But it was alright in the end. And I have a new tissue box now so hopefully I wont feel so stranded. 

I woke up around 8 but I stayed in bed until 830. I really wanted to keep sleeping but I knew Jess was up and I didnt want to be rude. And of course she was already dressed and looking cute. But she was doing work for her WFH job so she wasnt to bothered. I got washed up and dressed. I felt cute again today but I mostly forgot to take my picture until way late in the day. But that was alright. We were just having to much fun. 

The big plan for the day was to go squishmallow hunting. But the mall we were going to search at didnt open until 11. So we had some time to hang out. So after breakfast we started rinsing our tye dye projects. I decided Jess should go first because her's is so much lighter and I didnt want to stain her's with all my dark dye. And it was so funny hers didnt run any dye at almost at all?? Absolutely bizarre. We were using the coldest water and really trying to get in there but no dye came out. So we hung it to dry and got into mine. 

Mine was a different story. As soon as I unwrapped it from the plastic is was dripping black dye. So I pulled off the rubber bands and got to work rinsing it. It took a good ten minutes of rinsing but it honestly looked great. As it dried throughout the day the black would fade to a lovely almost grey purple. But the actual tye dyed scrunchy parts look so cool. I am super excited to share it tomorrow when we take pictures. It was a lot of fun to do and while I dont think I will like. Tye dye my whole life. It was a lot of fun to experiment with. And for our first go it was really successful. 

Once we were done that and everything was drying in the bathroom we got ready to leave. I wasnt super excited to drive, as I still felt really tired, but it was alright. Though when we got to the car I found we barely had any gas and I was annoyed about that because I hate putting gas in the car but I would do it. Even though I hate it. 

We drove out to the mall and it felt so weird to be in a mall. But there werent a lot of people. It was mostly just quiet. But it for sure felt like a blast from the past. We walked the whole mall. Talked about being mall rat teens. What we would do and play and just the culture of that time in our lives. And hoenstly it was just a good time. It was nice to walk around inside and not be cold and because we were on this funny hunt for squishes there was an element of activity and goal. 

We didnt have great luck. The claires had nothing. The hallmark had nothing. We did find some at Hot Topic though. I ended up getting a blind box one. And Jess got a couple little things. We also got a matching set of lollypop earrings I am very excited about. We got lunch in the food court. Felt very weird eating inside. I got pretzel bites. It was just. A good time at the mall. 

We were there about an hour, making our last stop at Hot Topic for the second time to make our actual purchases. And then we went to the strip mall across the road to go to starbucks. Everyone was driving stupid so I was really glad to be out of there. 

We started to head towards the closes Marshalls. And they only had a cuddler squish there. And a way to long line, so I did not buy the face wash I was going to get. We instead went to Target. We made a stop to get gas. Which was terrible only because the same thing happened as last time and the machine kept saying my zipcode was wrong and I had to go talk to the man at the counter and it was a whole thing. I hate pumping gas. But it was handled. 

Next we went to the CVS and the Walgreens to check and finding nothing good we continued on to Target. 

Target was mostly a bust. No easter friends. But we ended up finding a beautiful greyscale bunny that Jess really liked. And we decided we were done. I wanted to make one more loop around toys just and in case and while we did I remembered to stop to look in the legos to see if they had the botanical one me and James have been trying to get but keeps getting scalped for 3xs the real price. And I was so excited to find that they had it!! The bouquet of flowers!! I was so jazzed. I cant wait to build this with them and its going to be great and look so cool in our house. 

We were both a little beat by this point though. So it was time for home. 

It was a nice drive back. The sun started coming out after a really grey day. And I was happy to be home. 

We would chill for a little bit but then there were more things we wanted to do. We opened our blind boxes. I got a dragon that we think was meant to be scented like minit chocolate but just smelt. Bad. But whatever. Still cute. I like the dragons. And then we got to work on my clothes. 

I wanted to do another big purge and having moral support to talk things out was exactly what I needed. So Jess helped me make piles of everything I own and make hard calls for each piece. I was a little more brutal then I expected but honestly I had purged my clothes in december and I sort of knew what ones that if I didnt wear in the last 2 months were going to get the axe. So it was only hard at some points. And I was really excited that everything I wanted to fit in the trunk for seasonal pieces and my closet isnt to full anymore. Two bags of clothes to donate and Im just really happy about that. And before that Jess tried on some that she liked from the get rid of pile and took some and that made me feel really happy too. Im glad they will get a second life. 

We would spend more time in my room trying on ren fair costume stuff. And spent way to long trying to relace a corset thats a little to big for me. But it was honestly a lot of fun. We were just very tired at the end. 

James had a performance review during that time that we got to hear and I got to be all proud about how well they are doing. And then James would go on a bike ride after work before picking us all up dinner. Because I have the best partner. 

While James was gone me and Jess would be on the couch playing a little animal crossing. Being sleepy. When food did come I was really upset that both our orders were missing pieces and I was trying very hard not to have a breakdown over something stupid. But Jess gave me some of hers that I was missing and we made due. I was just a little sad. 

Dinner was nice though. And we all just sat together doing little crafts and enjoying the company. 

And we still have tomorrow. The plan is to do some photoshoots and make a little painting project together. I hope to sleep better tonight though. Im going to go take a shower and get cozy and try to get to bed earlier. Wish me luck. Goodnight everyone! Wash your hands!

[fireandbloodtargaryenn]

Something Important Part 2 / Finale.

Tags: @mayafatimakhan and @hgacutan

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: Minimum Angst & Fluff

Summary: Civil War happened and your love was torn between Steve and your father Tony. Steve needs to keep you out of harm and while you deal with two life changing events.

Now after Civil War happened, soon came the Infinity War and the snap claimed your son Grant was affected by the Snap/Blip you’d both do whatever it takes to get your son back.

Part 1 | Master List & Prompt List

Steve brought you close for a tight hug, Steve knew what he had to do in order to bring your son back. His eyes drifted towards a picture of Steve and Bucky during the war.

Then he looked back at all the family pictures and was reminded more of his son Grant, you both wanted your son back more than life itself, no matter what, no matter the cost or the price to pay, just to bring him back.

Then Steve pulled away from you and looked at you with such love and devotion while tears were building up in your eyes while you tried so hard not to cry, the pain right now was unbearable.

“I will bring him back y/n, but first I need to head out and make a few calls and I will be back ok my love, I will come home as soon as possible.” said Steve as he cupped his hands on your face and kissed you.

“Okay...please come back with some good news okay?” as you kissed Steve back, your hands were pressed on his shoulders then you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed him tightly.

Once you both pulled apart Steve quickly kissed you and then he quickly walked out of the house and onto his motorcycle.

Steve later came back within a few hours as you were sitting on your bad thinking and trying to comprehend on what has happened in the last few hours, Steve came and saw you and explained what has happened on his end of things.

“Time travel, is that even possible?” you asked with much confusion.

“I know it’s hard to wrap your mind across it, but we believe that it can work, have to go back and try and defeat Thanos once and for all” said Steve.

You got up from your bed and walked over to Steve with your arms folded, your eyes were more puffy than before, so Steve automatically knew that you were crying before he turned up and pulled you in for another hug.

“I am going to do this Y/N, for our son and to try and get him back, for us” said Steve after awhile of silence.

“You...you will?” you said in surprise.

“You’re a mess, i’m a mess. We miss our son, i’m going to do whatever it takes to get our son back and I mean it” Then Steve kissed your forehead as you sighed in relief.

You knew what was going to happened and you knew full well what the cost, effects and consequences were going to be if this did not work and go according to plan, she would loose her son forever and you could not bear the thought of loosing your one and only son if they fail.

You never gave up home that someday, Grant will magically come home and everything will be fine and go back to how things were before the Snap, you could only hope and dream at this stage, you wish and hoped that it would go back to the way things were.

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A few days later.

While Steve and the rest of the Avengers were working their asses off to reverse the effects of the Snap, within those five long years since the snap, missing and longing for your son Grant.

You started to think and doubt that this mission would not work or go out the way that it would plan, you had a funny feeling within your gut that it could go either way.

Every single day since the snap, you went down to the memorial to see and pay your respects to your son even when Steve wasn't able to come down with you, you still went alone with or without Steve.

Not long after you came home from the memorial pillars, something in your gut was telling you that something big was going to happen today and it did. You knew Steve told you that today was the day and staying home was your only option incase Grant home.

You also had high hopes that your father Tony Stark would succeed too, you saw him quite often after the snap, he lost his only grandson which made him more egar to carry out this project.

The minutes and the hours seemed like an eternity that was never seemed to go anymore slower than they did, so as you were sitting on the couch trying to distract yourself, something caught your attention.

You perked your head up for a brief moment and right in front of your eyes, Grant started to appear right before you! You dropped everything and went down to the floor to greet him faster than you could ever imagine.

“Grant? Grant!” as you fell to the floor and screamed his name

Your eyes were filled with happy tears and joy as Grant cried out to you, you were never so happy to see someone in your entire life time, Grant wiggled his way out of your arms and started to run around the room and managed to find his toys and started playing with them.

Suddenly within a few minutes later, the door bell rang, you left Grant to play with his toys for the time within five years, just so you could open the door to see who was there.

“Happy?” as you answered the door and saw Happy.

“I’m really sorry Y/N, Mr. Stark didnt make it, he...used the Stones and sacrificed himself just to bring everyone back.” as Happy spoke.

Tears were building up and threatened to leave your face as you tried to hold them back and then you started crying into your hands as Happy came in and gave you a hug.

You cried even more when Happy hugged you, crying hysterically into his shoulder as you gained your son back, but loosing your father In the process. Happy pulled away and gave you Tony Stark’s will plus a box full of other things  as well.

Steve Quickly came back as he could on his motor bike to come and see you and his son, Grant. As soon as he pulled up, he noticed Happy already beat him here to the house, he quickly ran down to the house and seen the pair of you, he hugged you tightly.

“Grant! Where’s my son!” he shouted.

Steve walked into the lounge room and saw his son for the first time within five years and he quickly went over to him and Grant squealed “dada!” Steve picked him up and gave him a huge cuddle.

You turned to Happy and thanked him and mentioned that funeral arrangements will soon follow tomorrow morning and the funeral later in the week.

Afte that you closed the door to spend time with your family for the first time in years. You could get used to this feeling all over again, this was the happiest, but the saddest day of your life

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It was a beautiful but cool autumn morning, you put on a black dress and heels, and after you dressed up Grant in black clothing and were putting his shoes on when Steve in a black suit and tie.

When you arrived and everyone else did, you received hugs and sympathy from the people and friends that you knew, you were thankful that everyone came In support of each other and for your father, Tony Stark.

As the funeral presession began, Tony wanted you to follow in his foot steps and take over Stark Industries when he passed away, an offer which you Kindly accepted now that the time has come.

While it was going on, you could help but wonder and think if things happened differently and he didnt use the gauntlet and someone else used it instead of him? Thats what you were wondering along with all of the fond and happy memories.

You never forgot what your father did for you and what you did for him. You will miss him just like everyone else misses him also, you will never forget the man he became and how he bulit an empire within Stark Industries and the world would not be the same without him.

As the coffin was being laid to the ground for the last time, you put flowers and petals as you were holding Grant on your hip trying even more harder to hold back the tears.

“Until I see you again father, I will carry on your legacy” you muttered.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

religious disbelief josh balz x reader

+++++++++ The end is a little darker than I meant it to be 😬

this is my first time ever writing for balz so if it sucks im sorry. also its broken into parts, the beginning is the beginning of the school year and the other two parts are after graduation.

im making a balz one with a similar concept and completely different outcome so if this one was bad or hard to read that one will be much more light hearted I promise.

Song: the reaper by as it is

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @svintsandghosts @cynic-spirit +++++++++

i walked down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder with my best friend. josh and i had known each other for what felt like forever, only recently had it turned into something more than a friendship though. i laughed at what he had said to me.

"i told you once, ill tell you a thousand times. the day i decide to get on that two wheeled death machine is the day i decided you can take me away from this town."

i hated his motorcycle just as much as i hated the thought of moving away. i was kind of scared of both to be honest. everything i knew was here, especially him and i didnt want that to change. he nudged my arm with his.

"im telling you, youd be perfectly safe riding with me. but if your stakes are getting you out of this town i will gladly find every excuse."

i shook my head at him.

"you know i dont want to leave."

he sent me a look.

"come on y/n you cant really want to stay here all your life do you? i mean, whats holding you back, your parents? me? hell ill be gone in a year anyways."

i frowned at him.

"and you would just leave without me? given that we're still together at that point that is."

he looked a little offended.

"you planning on leaving me by graduation in the spring?"

i laughed with him.

"of course not silly, im just thinking ahead. if you leave, what am i gonna do? we all know itll take an act of god to get me outta here. even if i did decide to leave on my own my parents would never let me."

he smirked at me.

"true about the parents, but maybe we need an act from something a little darker than God."

he winked at me and i shook my head at him as we walked up the stairs to my house.

"yeah keep saying that and you wont be able to come over anymore. ever since my parents found out you listen to metal music theyve added you to the prayer list at our church."

we both laughed a little at that. he took my hand in his.

"oh come on, when are you gonna stop going? we both know you hate organized religion, and you listen to metal too."

i giggled a little bit.

"just imagine if my parents knew about my tattoo."

i said quietly. he hugged me to him and kissed me gently.

"i think theyd burn it off you, your dad would at least."

he smiled down at me, pushing my hair away from my face as the wind blew it around. i raised my brows.

"wouldnt that be something."

he kissed me again. then there was a knock on the living room window that made me jump. i turned around to see me mom knelt on the couch watching us. josh waved at her condescendingly, making me laugh.

"dont provoke her."

i turned back to him and he kissed my forehead.

"ill see you later. we've gotta work on that science project after all."

he winked at me as he turned and walked down the steps to my house. when he was almost to the sidewalk he turned around and walked backwards, waving goodbye to me.

"i love you."

he called to me and i smiled widely at him.

"i love you too!"

i watched him for a second before opening my front door and greeting my mom with a smile.

"how was work?"

i asked as i made my way to the stairs.

"work was fine, just tired, i wanted to wait for you to get home before i went to bed though. its nice being able to see you everyday now, not just on weekends."

i held onto the stair rail as i turned to her.

"well im glad i get to see you everyday now too, even if it is just for a little bit. ill probably start dinner about five thirty before dad gets home."

she nodded.

"okay sweetie."

°°°°°°°°°

i stood in front of my mirror and nervously shook my hands out. graduation was finally over and we had gone back to the house for me to change before the school led lock-in for the graduates. i wasnt nervous about the lock-in though, i was worried about my parents realizing that josh would be there too. they barely liked him at the beginning of the school year and as much time as we spent together since my parents were getting more and more infuriated with him. it also didnt help that he liked to take them to the edge on almost everything, arguing and getting on their nerves as much as he possibly could. i was shaken from my thoughts when my mom knocked on my bedroom door.

"you ready baby? you dont wanna be late."

i nodded and picked my bag up off the floor.

"yep, we can go."

i looked in my bag one last time to make sure i had everything, phone, playing cards, medication, water bottle, the likeness. when we hit the bottom of the stairs my dad looked up at me over the newspaper he was reading in the low light of our living room.

"where did you get that shirt?"

he asked and i looked down at it. shit. i had gotten it from josh.

"uh, a friend."

he raised a brow at me.

"have i met this friend? surely not i suppose if they are giving you clothing with satanic symbols on it."

he looked over at my mom who was now wearing a frown too.

"do you have time to change?"

he asked and i looked down at the time on my phone.

"no daddy, im already late."

i said in my best pouty voice. normally that worked, he couldnt resist the charms of his little girl. i watched him fold the newspaper up and set it on the couch next to him.

"fine but when we pick you up in the morning its going in the trash."

i walked to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"okay daddy."

i followed my mom to the door and out to the car. when we were buckled in she took off towards school. i looked down at my phone and opened a message to josh.

"what are you wearing?"

i hit send, a second later he texted me back.

"am i supposed to say nothing?"

i tried to suppress a laugh and just shook my head.

"no dork, im wearing one of your shirts and i need to change into something less 'metal'"

i hit send again and waited. then i got a new message.

"sorry babe, i dont think thats gonna happen."

then i got the picture of him in another shirt with the same band on it. i breathed deeply and sent him back an 'okay.' when i looked up we were already pulling into the schools parking lot.

"when are we supposed to be getting you again?"

my mom asked as i stood out of the car. i leaned down and looked at her.

"uh dont worry about it mom, its super early so im just gonna have someone else bring me home."

i looked across the car, through her window at joshs motorcycle. damn him. i turned my attention back to her.

"okay baby, well ill see you tomorrow then."

"thanks mom."

i said, closing the door and walking into the school. as i walked up to the table to get my bag checked i noticed josh standing in the back next to one of the vending machines. A second later my phone buzzed. it was a text from him asking where i was. i smiled to myself, thanking the counselor for giving my bag back and walked quickly to him.

"im right here."

i said making him jump and clutch at his chest.

"jesus y/n you scared the shit out of me!"

i laughed and took his hand in mine, kissing his cheek.

"i think thats a small price to pay for bringing your motorcycle."

he blushed and gave me his best sorry face.

"i forgot?"

he said trying to play it off. i just shook my head at him.

"its whatever, ill grill you tomorrow when we leave."

he smiled at me.

"okay."

i squeezed his hand in mine.

"come on, i wanna see what all they had planned, i heard there was supposed to be a magician."

he laughed as me as i dragged him down the hall towards the gym.

"sure babe."

°°°°°°°°°

i held onto josh tightly as he pulled up in front of my house. i knew my parents would probably be awake already, dad at least getting ready for work. the sound of the motorcycle wouldnt be any help though. i stood up off of it and took my helmet off, swinging my hair out. josh took his off too.

"you want me to wait a minute before leaving?"

i looked back at my house, the sun barely peaking over our fence, it was still so early. I looked back at him.

"i was gonna say no, but maybe."

he nodded.

"text me when its safe to leave."

he winked at me and i kissed him gently.

"thanks for bringing me home."

i pushed my helmet into his hands and walked up to my front door, pushing it open. i was surprised it wasnt locked. i looked around for a second, seeing no one and ascending the stairs. when i moved to go to my room i heard my parents door creak.

"shirt."

my dad demanded. i turned to look at him and sent him a nervous smile.

"daddy can i at least change first? i just walked in the door."

he looked kinda mad. i knew i shouldnt have let josh bring me home on the bike. he held his hand out.

"shirt."

i frowned at him.

"okay just give me a second."

i stepped into my room and went to close the door but he pushed it back open.

"give me that damn shirt before i have to rip it off of you."

"cant i change by myself?"

he went to grab for it but i pushed him away.

"you got it from that no good josh kid didnt you? thats the friend. You know how we feel about him."

he said sternly.

"daddy hes my boyfriend."

he tried to grab at me again, holding the shirt firmly by the collar.

"i told you to stop seeing him. hes no good for you, especially if hes pushing you further and further away from god."

he moved his other hand up to tear the shirt but i held his hands in place.

"what is so wrong with that?!"

i shouted, eyes closing tightly. he paused for a second and i only opened my eyes back up when he let me go.

"how dare you say that in this house! if you are going to live under my roof you are going to love and respect the lord that built it."

"the lord didnt build shit! and maybe i dont wanna stay in this house anymore!"

he was fuming now.

"fine! you wanna go to hell? then you can fuck your boyfriend right to the gates of it, tell the devil kiss my ass while youre at it!"

he shouted at me, turning on his heel and storming out of my room. i breathed heavily for a second before looking outside. josh was still sat on his motorcycle out front, looking between his phone and the house. then i got an idea. i grabbed a bag from under my bed and started shoving shit in it, anything i could find. my favorite shirts, socks, undergarments, pants, money, anything id need. when it was full i slung it over my head, shoved my phone charger into my purse/bag that i still had on from the lock-in and stormed out of my room too. when i hit the end of the stairs i was met with my father sat on the couch, angrily putting on his work boots.

"where do you think youre going?"

he said a little snarky. i gripped my bag tightly.

"if you dont want a non believer living under your roof then ill find somewhere else to live."

i walked quickly to the door and just as i opened it he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me back.

"or maybe you just need an attitude adjustment."

he pulled me back and i reached out.

"let go of me!"

i practically yelled. i could hear him breathing heavily.

"you will learn to love and respect the lord as well as the family he has put before us. if you wont do it willingly, then ill make you."

"is that really a good idea?"

i heard josh say and i looked over at him standing in the doorway. my dad pushed me away from him.

"look at what youve done! youve corrupted my little girl! she's a satanist because of you!"

i ran to josh and he held me tightly to his side, he looked down at me as tears fell from my eyes.

"sir, in all due respect she has never once praised the devil. i would know, im the only one she hangs out with when shes not at home."

my dad looked beyond mad.

"if anything id say you pushing the lord down her throat her whole life has made her denounce your religion. so maybe you should be looking at yourself, not me."

my dad started after us and i pushed josh out the door, slamming it behind me. it swung open as we ran down the sidewalk to joshs bike.

"get back here you little shit!"

Josh jumped on first, starting it up and handing me my helmet.

"drive!"

i shouted as my dad got closer. next thing i new we were booking it down the street. i just held myself tightly to josh, resting my head on his back as tears fell heavily from my eyes. when we were a few streets over he stopped. i sat up and took my helmet off.

"you okay?"

he asked, holding his own helmet against him and looked at me very concerned. i sniffled and wiped my face.

"i am now. but i wanna get as far away from here as possible."

he looked between my eyes.

"are you sure?"

i nodded quickly.

"please josh, just take me somewhere safe. somewhere i dont have to deal with this anymore. wherever its just me and you."

he kissed me gently, pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.

"ill take you wherever you wanna go."

i pulled away and nodded at him.

"I love you josh."

I leaned forward and hugged him to me, feeling him kiss the top of my head.

"I promise I'll keep you safe."

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Love By Chance Ep 1: Review

Ah, my first review on this account! 

Today I am going to be reviewing a Thai BL series, Love By Chance. 

Now this is going to be a review from a person who is rewatching the series.

Ep. 1 I think is one of my favorite episodes in the series, not because it's the introduction to the characters. In the first episode, it's important to see how the character dynamic works. And you see it as soon as the characters are shown. The minute they meet. Ae literally takes Pete (who Ae doesn't even know) to the hospital to make sure Pete is okay. Like Ae could have easily let Pete walk away and end it there. But no, dude took him to the hospital on his puny little bike, waited till Pete had been checked into a room, and even when he couldn't stay long, he wrote a note to Pete.

AE IS BEST BOY I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY

And considering Perth aka the actor of Ae was a newbie to BL, he performed so well in this and he has grown into such a wonderful actor (I'm so excited for Love By Chance 2 you have no idea)

But anyways, back to the review.

The way they approached the coming out scene was so refreshing. Ae just openly saying that he didnt care if Pete was gay made me let out a breath I didnt know I was holding. I've come across so many LGBTQ+ films and shows where they just didn't have the right approach when it came to this subject. But Love By Chance did everything I could ever want. Ae being super accepting and not pushing him to come out to his mom but telling him that he should before he is outed by someone else is something that needs to be done. Honestly if Ae had done anything differently, I feel that it would have just been out of character. The coming out scene between Pete and his mom was so touching and gosh again, it was something that needed to be done. I like how they addressed coming out during the first episode instead of it being one of the main plot points like in other shows.

Pete is the lovable puppy dog that you never wish to be hurt. He needs an Ae in his life. Someone to remind him that he deserves love and that he doesn't deserve to be treated badly. It's kind of endearing that Pete goes off on a tiny adventure trying to find Ae the day after he came out to his mom. And the fact that they found each other by eating at the same cafe. The excuses Pete tried to make in order to trick Ae into thinking that he wasn't here just for him was kind of funny to me. You could tell he wasn't very good at it.

I'm not shocked. Food is the connection between us all.

Ae taking Pete to things he’s never done was cute. Also the whole shuttle bus situation was super cliche but in the good kind of way.

Pond is a jacka$$ and I'm not afraid to say it. But he's a loveable jacka$$. He's just the right amount of dumba$$ery to offset all the drama that this show will have. His relationship with Ae is so funny and the way he goes about Ae and Petes friendship is interesting. You know this man is the number one Ae and Pete stan.

ALSO THE GIRL WITH THE RED HAIR IN THE CAFE. I LOVE HER.

Now let's talk about the soccer team. 

I love how Techno, the coach who's supposed to be tough on his team, lets Ae off with a pass. I know he says that he's not biased but dude, you’re biased. Also can we talk about Can?

Can,that loveable idiot. The minute he showed up on screen, I had a feeling that he was going to be one of my faves. He still is.

Overall the episode was good. Laid a good foundation for all the plots and characters. By the end of the episode it made you want to watch more. But alas, I can't cram two episode reviews into one. That would be too much to read. So I will end it here.

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Chikara: Zenshin suru (2/?)

Summary:Moving forward. At least thats what Ellie is trying to do. Meanwhile Colt finds trouble back home. Catch up HERE. If you would like added to the tag list, let me know.

Raiting: Mature. This series deals with violence, angst, death, sexual situations and bad choices. Read at your own risk.

Ellie sat up in disbelief oh you have got to be kidding me she flopped back down on the bed. "Oooh come on Ellie, its gonna be so much fun." Ellie rolled her eyes as she was lifted up off the bed. "Seriously Ingrid, how the hell did you end up in here? You had a different roommate." Ellie groaned, could her luck get any worse? A horribly emotional Thanksgiving, and now this, she was convinced someone hated her.

"Well," Ingrid flipped her hair and sat on ellies bed "I put in for a new roommate before Thanksgiving. She was horrible, she used to microwave liver, the dorm smelled like burnt rotten sneakers." She pointed her finger to her throat, making a gagging sound. "So they called with this opening and well,  here I am!" She perked up. "Come on, there's a party tonight in the dorms across the quad, lets go."

"A party? God no. I'm really not in the mood to party, it was a long,  long break and a long flight, you go on without me this time ok. " Ellie refused.

"No can do! I have watched you mope around this campus like a sad little puppy dog. It stops now! Get up, get your ass dressed." Ellie eyed Ingrid in disbelief, was she really going to allow her high school rival boss her around. She stared at Ingrid a moment longer,  arms folded against her chest. "Fiiiiiiine!" She got up and started getting ready. Once she was fully dressed she grabbed Colts jacket and walked out the door.

They walked into the crowded halls of the building across the quad. The music pumping throughout, kegs in many of the rooms and almost everyone had a red solo cup in hand. "Want a beer?" Ingrid tried talking over the loud music. "No. I don't drink." She shouted back, Ingrid shrugged her shoulders "suit yourself."  Ingrid paraded Ellie around, introducing her to so many people. She felt oddly out of place, but if she was going to try and move on, she figured maybe this was a start. What she wouldn't give to have Riya here with her now, but Riya was a little over an hour away at hartfeld. They were standing there talking to some girl Ingrid knew when two guys approached, one with Dark blonde hair, the other a brunette with stunning blue eyes. The girl walked away leaving the two of them, with the two guys.  "Looking good Ingrid." The blonde smirked as he leaned in kissing Ingrid's cheek. "Kyle, this is Ellie. Ellie, kyle." Ellie gave him a shy wave. "Nice to meet you Ellie, this is my friend Nick." Kyle introduced the two.

Ingrid and Kyle were caught up in an intense, flirtatious conversation, leaving Ellie and Nick standing there. "So. You don't look like you want to be here." Nick finally broke the silence. "I'm not really into the whole party scene." She admitted.  "Neither am I, I only came because Kyle wanted to see Ingrid." He chuckled as he stood next to Ellie. "Yeah. Ingrid drug me out. Still getting used to being friends with her, after being rivals for so long."

"Oh, so you two knew each other before college?" He quirked his brow, seemingly interested in having a conversation with her. "Yeah. We went to the same high school. Battled for valedictorian our senior year."

Nick leaned in a little closer.  "And which one of you won it?" His voice low and Intoxicating. She bit her lower lip. Trying to stop the huge grin from spreading across her face. "I bet it was you. You got that smart and beautiful thing going for you." Her face was now beat red. "Beautiful huh?" She tried to even her voice, praying he didn't hear the slight tremor. "I call it how I see it. And you Ellie, are probably the most beautiful woman here." Ellie turned a deep shade of crimson,  it had been a while since anyone flirted with her. She couldn't help but think about Colt, what he was doing in that moment, wondering if he even thought of her at all anymore. Ellie mentally reprimanded herself, she was trying to move on with her life, she needed to stop pretending that she and Colt were anything but a distant memory now. "Hey Nick, wanna dance?" Nick smiled wide "Lets do it."

****

California…

Colt climb off his bike and stashed it, he made his way quickly down the familiar street and ducked in the side through the loose boards. He had been coming to the shop here and there for a few months, ever since the heat from the FBI died down. He hadn't been in a couple weeks, he spent Thanksgiving break with his mom and he was itching to get back to the shop and continue his treasure hunt. He started in the back of the shop, mostly sticking to the private quarters. His pop wasn't like a regular blue collar guy, he didn't use a bank except for the legit auto shop account. Everything else he had was hidden in the shop like In the walls where one or more of his great grandparents installed a fireproof safe, Loose floorboards, hollowed out cabinets with a removable panel. Colt had found the deed to the garage, a copy of Kaneko's will leaving everything to him, the original he was certain in a safe deposit box somewhere, he knew he would have to piece clues together,  it was what his dad did. He also found Several stacks of money, bonds and other property deeds.

He climbed the steps to Logans loft. He had yet to go up there, the bitter taste of Jealousy still thick on his tongue. He hated Logan from the moment he met him, he hated that a pretty boy was his father's prize poodle, he had the nice car,  the good jobs, and he had Ellie eating out of the palm of his hand. He snorted, a smirk forming on his lips when that changed. He swore he could still feel the softness of her lips pressed against his, her arms wrapped tightly around him as they lost themselves in the pacific.

Colt walked through the room, stepping over debris, a gaping hole in the roof letting the moonlight shine in giving him some natural light.

He found a metal box under the burnt bed frame, he had to pry it open, not much inside except a few slips of paper and a flash drive. He checked his phone, 9pm. He had been there longer then he should. He pocketed the flash drive and descend the stairs to the bay. His eyes landed on something glimmering in the moonlight. He reached down to pick up the item,  his heart caught in his chest as he realized what it was.

******

The day he took Ellie to her driving test, he wandered around inside the dmv, waiting for her to finish up. He knew she would pass, she was a natural. A rack of keychains sat displayed in front of him, he fumbled through them until he found the perfect one.

He waited outside as Ellie bounced out of the DMV, a freshly printed license in hand. "I passed, I passed!" She squealed as she threw her arms around Colts neck. "Congratulations. Here I got you something." He held out the silver crown keychain. Ellie looked between him and the key chain, as she took it out of his hand "thank you colt. But why a crown?" Colt shrugged his shoulders, "I'll tell you later, now come on let's get back to the shop."

*******

How did it get here? He knew Ellie had it on her keychain when she left for school, she hadn't been back to the shop after that night, unless. Unless she was there, sometime while he was away. He felt the lump in this throat grow bigger, she was there and he could have seen her. In that moment the need to see her, to feel her in his arms, to hear her voice, taste the sweetness of her lips. It was all too much to bare. He shook the thoughts from his head,  she was at Langston, safely away from the crime ridden streets of LA, it wouldn't be long until he was with her again.

He put the keychain in his pocket, along with the flash drive and headed to where he stashed his bike a few blocks over. He kept looking over his shoulder,  a nagging feeling he was being followed. He got to his stash spot, attempting to quickly climb on his bike and start it and thats when he hit him. Colt crashed to the ground with a thud, his bike coming with him. He had just enough time to roll as his attacker came down on him with a knife. He sprang to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him. His assailant charged forward, colt side stepping, grabbing the attacker by the arm, bringing his elbow down on his shoulder,  the knife hitting the ground with a clatter.

The man clutched his shoulder, crying out in pain. "Wrong choice buddy. Guess you don't know who I am?" Colt spat as the man turned, baring a rage filled face. "I don't ask names, I do what im told." He circled Colt, looking for his opening when his fist connected hard with Colts jaw. The attacker grabbed the knife, as colt lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. Colts first landing blow after blow, the man lifted his hand, slicing into colts side. Fuck! Colt screamed out in pain, it only fueled his rage further as he screamed "Who sent you?" he screamed as he twisted his body bringing the mans arm behind him,incapacitating him. "Arg, not going. To tell you." Colt shook his head as he pulled his arm further behind him. "Ahhh. Wallace. His names wallace." Satisfied colt released his hold on the man, shoving him to the ground. "Of course he didnt give you a fucking name. The little bitch. He knew you'd never fucking do it." Colt circled the man, stalking him like a lion and he was his prey. The man looked up at him confused, A devious smirk played on his lips, "the names Kaneko." He let the name set in. "I'm thinking the letters M.P.C are flashing in your mind right now aren't they?"  The man sat there, paralyzed in fear. "Now, you run and tell all your friends, that MPC still runs things." The man nodded his head and took off.

Colt clutched his side,  the realization that he was hurt crashing down on him at once. He hopped on his bike, flying down the highway to the only place he could think to go.

He pulled up to a small house in a backwoods California town, Killed the engine and walked to the house. He reached the door, banging harder than necessary. "Colt. What the hell are you doing here?" The voice spoke through the latched door. "I know. I'm sorry but, its an emergency." He pulled his blood covered hand from his side. "I need your help."

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I Did This To Protect You!

A/n: this is for @thisismysecrethappyplace​ for her challenge!

pairing: Oliver Queen x Female!reader

reader's personal sitch: reader abused as a child

male main is: best friend & wanting more

sitch between mains: secret admirer

dialogue (quote): “we need to talk about what happened last night.”

summery: its a surprise...

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Oliver Queen the billionaire playboy but also your rock and stability. as a child you were abused by your father, which led you to how you became closer than ever with Oliver. 

the lifestyle you lead is one which holds great hardship... infact you were the one person that Oliver trusted after he came back from the island, but when the vigilante appeared, it was when you started getting those notes. 

yes every night since you would go onto your balcony to find a hand written note. each night said something different there had to be some sort of mystery behind it. 

alot of times you assumed it was a prank. but tonight you got one that said something very unexpected:

“Meet me on the roof of the Queen Consolidated building i would like to speak with you, face to face. I hope you come, tomorrow night @ 9pm when everyone else has gone home... i hope you can see me for who i am, not for who i’ve been. xoxo Arrow”

that note, your only thoughts at that moment lay with the meeting of the following day. that of course is when the sound of someone opening your door brought you out of your own thoughts.

Oliver: “Y/N you here?”

you hadnt realized what time it was, you were still in your sports bra & shorts breathing after your workout.

Y/N: “in here Ollie!”

Oliver: “is it safe?”

Y/N: “why? are you afraid of seeing me in my workout clothes?”

oliver at that moment entered your room, lingering close to the doorway watching you read what he presumed to be the latest letter.

Oliver: “whats that?”

you smile tucking the letter in a small box, tucking that box back under your bed. turning your attention then to Oliver.

Y/N: “those are just letters from a secret admirer. now, what can i do for my boss/best friend?”

Oliver watched as you stood up & smiled stepping in closer...

Oliver: “well you have been doing such a fantastic job at Queen’s Consolidated, that i figured i’d come by hang out with you, without the hassle of the office staff...”

Y/N: “ollie thats so sweet. what did you have in mind?”

Oliver could only smile as he set down his backpack that you just noticed he had with him. 

Oliver: “pjama chillax night...”

you smiled & over all loved that idea.

Y/N: “that sounds wonderful Ollie. let me guess you had a hard time when you got home?”

Oliver nodded sitting beside you on the bed after he shed his sweater & shoes.

Oliver: “fought & argued with everyone... so i packed a bag & came here...”

Oliver loved his famile, well at least he had that luxery... but tonight you figured you would finally tell Oliver about the dark cloud of your past.

Y/N: “how bout we get settled into out pj’s, build us a fort and wait for dinner to arrive.”

Oliver: “that sounds lovely & are we using that air mattress again?”

you pointed to the hall closet, Oliver being the caring gentleman got up, went over & opened the closet pulling out the mattress & its air pump.

Oliver: “get into your pj’s... we’ll reconveine in the living room.”

you smile greatly as there is a hold up in the small recesses of your mind. ever since you started working as Oliver’s secretary, you had been filled with wonder... 

the man who stood before you was not the same man who left on that boat with his father... but Oliver was still Oliver, just now the face of Queen’s consolidated you were still his best friend.

Y/N: “So Ollie i’ve been thinking and i don’t want to pressure you into this... but when your ready, if you ever need/want someone to talk to about what happened on the island, i’m here for you... you know that right.?.”

however you could not hear anything but silence coming from the next room. you finished putting on your pj’s grabbing some blankets, you stand on your bed near the edge & begin un-hooking your canopy from the ceiling.

you had a slight misjudgement of the distance you needed to reach the next hook and instead of being able to stabelize yourself, you started to loose your balance something that rarely happened.

before you could even let out a squeal of terror, Oliver slid across the floor just in time to catch you in his arms just as the canopy fell..

Oliver: “you okay?”

Y/N: “i am thanks to your sharp reflexes...”

Oliver: “at least the canopy came down with you!”

Y/N: “at least i’m not living with my horrible ass of a father anymore...”

Oliver: “you father was just an over protective ass...”

instantly your mind went back to the very same day you got your 11th grade mid term  report card... when you hit 11th grade you hadnt reached 18 yet... the perks of being a summer babe.. anyway your father saw you still as his innocent exploitable child.

you hadnt told anyone of the true horrors you had experienced with your father, the real reason why you started basically living more with Oliver and his family instead of your own... 

the only thing that you had done right was cutting your entire family out of your life. you were now completely ready to tell Oliver about the day that made you decide fully to cut your entire family out of your life.

Oliver: “Y/N, you okay?”

you snapped out of the memory before it went any further... 

Y/n: “sorry bout that i fell deep into a distant memory...”

Oliver: “is this something you want to talk about? Y/N you know you can tell me anything?”

you had to breathe a moment, to stiffle whatever sobs were trying to break through... but as you spoke the cracking in your voice was clear to be heard.

Y/N: “do you remember when i got my 11th grade mid term report card... that day i got home and my father sprang a father/daughter camping trip on me.. he said it was in celebration of my excellent grades and stuff... however i never thought that my own father would have had any bad intentions at all...”

Oliver now very curious as to why your body now trembled, why this memory was powerful enough to make you loose your balance...  but the more your body trembled, the more your sobs grew... Oliver’s gentle embrace was the only thing keeping you from fully coming apart...

Oliver: “i figured there was more to this story of what happened when i picked u up on the side of the road.”

Y/n: “the day we left, i got in the car and there was this darkness surrounding him... something that made me want to jump out of the car as quickly as i got into it and run far far away... as he drove his free hand wandered down my thigh... this wasnt the first time he had done that, but it also didnt stop him... it was like he didnt have a morale compass of right and wrong... my father abused his parental authority... he crossed a dangerous line... he wanted to check if i was still a virgin...”

Oliver upon hearing this brought you closer to him, now fully sitting you in his lap, he allowed you to finish the story before he would speak again....

Y/N: “obviously i was still 17 at the time... when he forced me to strip off my clothing and he stuck his finger inside me... when he realized i was still tight, that there was still hope, he pulled out a syringe of his semen... when i saw it, i wrapped myself in a blanket and kicked him away from me, running out of the tent... thats when i called you in tears...”

Oliver pulled your tear struck face to look at him, for he now was completely sure of his feelings for you being real... 

Oliver: “i’m gonna kill him for this... no one especially not you should ever have to live through something like that...”

Oliver brought his lips to your forehead, pressing them to it gently...   Oliver continued to embrace your quivering form as both of you got up, carrying the canopy walking into the living room. 

you sat immediately on the couch watching Oliver set up the canopy while you stood there dazed... thats when the door bell rang...

Y/N: “i’ll get it, its probably our food...”

Making your way to the door, you tripped on the front carpet... a few seconds later you heard a loud voice.

Voice 1: “BREAK IT DOWN!!!”

the worst was rising, before you could react your door was broken in... this turned into a bad evening. you Screamed scrambling to get up off the floor... but before Oliver could get you off the ground, one of the 3 goons grabbed you dragging you away.

tears streaming down your face, your screams making oliver fight alot harder against the remaining 2 goons to get you back... the 2 remaining goons threw oliver into the back end of your couch and ran away... 

Oliver pulled his phone off the couch and called felicity.

Oliver: “Felicity, Y/N has been taken. we need to find her as well as repair her apartment door on the company card. have Dig bring my gear to the office... i’m on my way...”

Oliver left his helmet and his shoes he was so angry that he stormed out of the apartment, got on his bike and drove to the Queen’s Consolidated Parking Garage. Oliver got off his bike and walked over to Dig.

Diggle: “Can you please tell me why you’re in your Pjama’s??”

Oliver: “Y/N & i were having a slumber party... those goons that took her, i think i know who has her... i have to save her Dig, i have to save her so i can finally tell her...”

Oliver changed while Diggle pondered the decision that Oliver was about to make.

Diggle: “Oliver if you tell her, you know things will change...”

Oliver turned to face John now fully suited up, but Oliver also turned his eye to the company name..

Oliver: “i’ve been thinking about telling her anyway... John i’m in love with her...”

John: “how can you be so sure that she feels the same about you?”

Oliver: “cause “arrow” left her a note on her balcony before showing up at her apartment, i was gonna tell her later anyway Dig i need you to clear out the rooftops of Y/N’s Fathers company... i’ll go in, save the girl & have a chat with her father... have felicity send blueprints with heat signatures & tell her to track Y/N’s watch. she doesn’t have her phone but she was wearing her watch...”

John watched his friend put up his hood, get on his bike & drive away... John relayed Olivers instructions to Felicity then drove to your father’s company... John just beat Oliver but did as he was told... 

Oliver (over coms): “dig, i know your thoughts on my telling Y/N but i have to do this... i know she’s the one i want to spend the rest of my life with...”

Dig (over coms): “are you serious right now? Oliver rescue her first, then you can marry her...”

Dig got rid of all the roof guys, making sure that oliver didn’t get struck down as he climbed into the rooftop doorway. 

Oliver (over coms): “i’m in be ready for extraction.”

Oliver now on High alert wandered through your fathers building... Oliver’s main priority at that moment was getting you out of there alive, he was also hoping you were alive, it was gonna make things alot easier if you were still alive so he could finally tell you that he was the Arrow and that he was in love with you.

at that moment of his thoughts being interrupted he ducked into some nearby shadows, he didn’t need to be caught so early into the rescue mission.

Oliver (over coms): “felicity, how far am i from Y/N’s ping?”

Felicity (over coms): “about 3 floors above her but Oliver your only option for getting into that room undetected would be to zipline across into the room. trust me, the entire building between you & YN is filled to the brim with security goons. Please be careful & bring her home before you do something stupid...”

Oliver heard what Felicity said but could only concentrate on the guards first then everything else second. 

Oliver (over coms): “felicity find me the nearest window...”

felicity searches through the blueprints & leads oliver to the correct window. 

Oliver (over coms): “turn off the power in the entire building... including the emergency power... i’m gonna zipline now!”

Oliver set up his zipline to the building cross the street  & launched himself into the zipline! immediately he crossed the zipline turning round back towards 3 floors below!

as far as Oliver was concerned, bowling for goons was the funest part of  this rescue mission! the power in the entire building was cut... the emergency power was cut as well, the lower window shattered and goons fell unconcious with the kick that Oliver ziplining forcefully brought. 

it was several guards later when Oliver released the zipline... then he connected to felicity over coms to chat about the next move...

Oliver (over coms): “Felicity how many guys are left?”

Felicity (over coms): “2 but oliver they are juggernauts... they are heavily armored & like really big guys... then in the room with YN are another 7 guys maybe more... but to get in there go through the vent system... again please be careful and bring her home!”

coms cut, Oliver peaked around the corner shooting 3 knock out arrows that land on the walls surrounding the juggernauts.

those juggernauts didn’t seem affected so Oliver sent out 2 shock arrows, those goons shook and fell unconcious. this was long enough that oliver pulled down the gate to the vents and went inside.

crawling through he could still only hope that you were alive, unharmed not scared or worse.

Oliver knew he had to do something, he had to save you, he had to tell you the truth! 

you now had been sitting tied up on the floor for a few hours... you felt as though you had nothing to hope for, except the possibility that someone would come and save you, one person who believed you were worth saving...

at that moment of self-calming, your father’s goons stepped aside to clear a path for your father... you hadn’t seen your father in years, on that note neither had Oliver who was now watching from the vent, waited like you to see what would happen next...

Your father: “good your awake, i was afraid you were gonna miss all the fun!”

Y/N: “stay away from me, i have very powerful friends!”

your father: “now now child, you will have to be more polite than that for this next part... goons 2 at a time... teach my child some manners.”

that was when Oliver reached for some lowkey arrows... ones he knew wouldnt affect you but would affect anyone surrounding you... but waited a bit to see what was gonna happen before he would shoot them...

2 goons approached you, but oliver noticed you didn’t look very scared, he almost wondered if you knew he was there... but he watched as those goons took off their coats an one came behind you holding you still while the other repeatedly hit you in the stomach... 

Oliver waited a bit more before he would step in not to watch you get hurt but for the satisfaction that his gear was catching this on video footage that would be going straight to the scpd... 

Oliver removed the grate listening to the sounds of the goons coming in contact with your stomach... the screams coming from you... it made Oliver cringe and thats when he shot the zipline coming out of the grate and bowling over a bunch of guys landing behind the one that was punching you...

Oliver grabbed his hand before he could punch you again...

Oliver: “its not nice to hit a lady...”

Oliver took that guy and whacked him with his bow.. then used an arrow to free you from your binds & helped you up off the ground... 

Oliver: “are you alright?”

Y/N: “yes i am thank you for saving me...”

Oliver: “oh we aren’t out of the clear yet...”

as Oliver said that you both noticed you were being surrounded again... this time there seemed to be alot more guys... 

Oliver: “can you fight?”

YN: “i can whats the plan?”

Oliver: “survive till my team sends extraction...”

you both were instantly attacked... it was hard but you managed, with a few small bumps in the road... 

YN: “i guess at some point i’ll have to thank you for this...”

you say as you swing around and knock out another goon... but your father now charged at you... 

your father: “child you defy me time and time again... when you dont realize that i only stayed with your mother and kept her alive so she could have you and the more you grew, the more i realized that i loved you as more than a daughter... as a potential vessal for more of my spawn...” 

you were now being pinned to the ground, Oliver knocked out his guy just in time to see this sight... he pulled out an arrow and set it up within his bow... 

Arrow: “step away from her... now...”

your father slowly got off of you keeping his hands in the air, he turned to face the Arrow, your rescuer, and un-be-known to you your best friend & secret admirer...  

Arrow: “i want you to look into my eyes mr Y/L/N, look into my eyes and remember them as the eyes of the man who’s putting you away for a long long time...”

your father looked into the eyes of the arrow, and before long looked very afraid...

Your father: “no no its not possible... how can this be... ii’ll have your...”

before he could finish that sentance, the arrow shot a tranq dart at your father who then fell unconcious... you then hear the arrow whoever he was talking to someone before he went silent and approached you to help you up...

upon helping you up he gives you what you percieve to be a smile of sorts before shooting a zipline arrow out the window and attaching it to a different building... 

Arrow: “do you trust me?”

You smile, staring at him for a few moments before accepting his hand which you just happened to notice was extended to you...

Y/N: “you stole that line from Aladdin didnt you?”

Arrow: “do you trust me?”

YN: “yes!”

Arrow: “latch your arms tight around my neck and hold on... i promise i will never let you fall...”

YN: “i trust you...”

Arrow (Oliver) holds your waist with one firm arm and the zipline with the other hand as he took a running start glass everywhere in your shoulder length layered dark brown hair. as soon as you guys were ziplining the cool breeze brought a familiar scent to your attention... 

you couldnt place it at the time... but a few moments later you guys landed on a roof top... the arrow landed and set you back on your feet... 

YN: “can i ask you a few questions?” 

Arrow: “of course you may...”

YN: “are you for sure the one whose been leaving me those notes on my balcony?”

Arrow: “yes thats me...”

You breathed lightly, standing here with the arrow you realized you could ask him a few heavily weighing questions...

YN; “why did my father quiver with fear like he had seen a ghost when you told him to look in your eyes?”

Arrow: “cause ive done many things that im not proud of and well i have my fair share of demons so he saw a few of the demons i carry with me daily...”

you knew that he was still hiding something but you werent going to push him to answer the questions you knew he wouldn’t...

YN: “is there anything you want to try right now?”

Arrow moves closer to you, but you werent scared, you were a little un-nerved, but something inside you kept you from stiffening up like a board...

Arrow: “can i kiss you?”

you slowly nod, Arrow leans in and kisses you softly... making your heart race, beating faster and faster... standing on that rooftop, you felt a certain familiarity while kissing the Arrow, almost like you had once up a time kissed these same lips once before.

Arrow broke the kiss and this time it was bliss, you felt as though the world couldnt stop you... 

Arrow: “im gonna take you to the SCPD from there ill hand over the serveillance footage of your father, his goons and what they did to you... then ill check in with you later...”

YN: “thank you again for rescuing me... i don’t know what i would have done if you hadnt shown up when you did...”

Arrow: “thank the heavens we never have to find out... now hold on tight... we are ziplining all the way to the SCPD...”

YN: “you realize that we are like several blocks away from there right...”

Arrow: “you realize that im an excellent shot... i can get us to the SCPD... how else do you think i got here...”

you felt Arrow once more press his lips to yours before taking another zipline arrow and shooting it... you held on tight again as once more you were whisked into a ziplining frenzy.. straight down, both you and the Arrow landing on the outside of the SCPD where Captain Lance happened to be exiting. 

Captain Lance: “you really know how to make an entrance... and of course you have a girl... what happened?”

Arrow: “this is YN, her father is the owner of YLN industries...”

Arrow then hands captain lance the flash drive with the footage and audio of the evening’s events... 

Captain Lance: “whats on this drive?”

Arrow: “everything explaining the dirty deeds of her father, what his real intentions were towards YN and i would appreciate it if you could also contact oliver queen, he is a close personal friend of mine and i’m sure the CEO of Queen’s Consolidated would want to bring home his very hard working secretary... now Captain i leave her in your capable hands...”

like that he was gone... you shivered but followed Captain Lance inside the SCPD, where he gave you a blanket, and then picked up the phone and dialed Oliver’s number...

Captain Lance: “Hey Oliver, its Captain Lance. i have your secretary here, a mutual friend of ours brought her here... i think it would be best if you came to get her... she seems a little shaken up...”

Oliver (over the phone): “ill be right there... keep her calm till i get there...”

Captain Lance hung up the phone and went over to the coffee maker and poured a small cup, Lance then brings it over to you...

Lance: “i promise you that our mutual friend has probably given me something valuable, something that can help me to expose whatever dirty evil thing your father has been doing... also Oliver will be here as soon as he can...”

you sat there holding the cup of coffee in between your palms... it wasnt long after that till your ears caught wind of a familiar panicked voice calling your name...

Oliver: “YN...”

your body immediately turned towards the voice... you got up from the chair and ran straight into his arms... the familiarity, the way it made you feel was more of a comfort than any cup of coffee... 

Oliver: “are you okay?”

YN: “i am now...”

Oliver: “do we need to sign anything captain before i can take her home?”

Captain Lance: “nope if we have any questions ill call personally... you guys are free to go...”

Oliver and You walk out of the police station... Oliver hands you a helmet and gets on his bike... 

Oliver: “tomorrow people are gonna be at your apartment to repair the damage... dont worry the company is paying for it... but tonight we are gonna continue our slumber party at the nicest hotel near the office... so tomorrow we can go into work and pretend like nothing bad went wrong...”

YN: “that sounds amazing! i assume you already moved over a bag of stuff for us?”

Oliver nods as you put on the helmet and get on the bike behind Oliver holding on tight... you knew you would have to tell him sometime about what happened to you, but that time wasnt right then... 

but again that same sense of familiarity swept over you, it was the same feeling you got when you had been ziplining with the Arrow but a few short minutes before... 

you dismissed those thoughts... your brain was over worked, and quite frankly not thinking straight... within a few moments of leaving the SCPD you and Oliver had made it to the hotel district near Queens Consolidated...

Oliver pulled into the premium parkade and that made you wonder if this was one of those special cases where you were gonna learn new secrets about him that you didnt really know before... 

Oliver got off first and then helped you take off your helmet, then extending his hand to you helping you off the bike... you shivered at the cold ground beneath your feet... it was very clear to you that your body wasnt taking kindly to the cold weather...

Oliver: “your trembling... would you like me to carry you?”

YN: “i wouldnt object...”

it was then that your mind once more began to piece together the various events... the way Olivers arms and grip felt very similar to that of the Arrow.. it was clear that your mind was trying to tell you something... but you didnt know what... 

Oliver: “just hold on to my neck and we will be out of public view very soon...”

security: “welcome back MR. Queen, is there anything you need?”

Olliver: “yes can you have room service send up a bottle of your finest champagne, and a small platter of your finest danties...  and a medical muscle rub... please and thank you!”

Security: “of course sir... that will be brought up immediately!”

Oliver continues to walk while holding you, the elevator door staying open as Oliver carries you inside... kissing your forehead... as the elevator took you guys to the penthouse suite... of course this was typical Oliver... 

Oliver set you down on the nearest soft surface, he knelt down in front of you and smiled... 

Oliver: “what would you like to do first?”

YN: “i want to figure out how my father found me after all this time... why now? i mean it... ow...”

you winced as you tried to stretch out.... your stomach still tender where the goons struck you...

Oliver: “dont worry once the medical muscle rub gets here along with the champagne and danities you will be feeling alot better trust me... ill take care of you...”

the words TRUST ME... those words, the way Oliver said them... it was very similar to how the Arrow had said that earlier... nah it couldnt be, could it...

Oliver: “why dont you go and put on that robe but keep your shorts and sleeping bra on but make sure that there is nothing covering those bruises... ill rub it down when it arrives....”

you took one of those robes and went into the bathroom, while in there you took the time to try and sort through the mess your brain was putting together... or at least attempting to... 

You didnt notice any other sore spots, or at least nothing that really stood out at that moment.  you gave yourself a once over and then put on the robe, which again painful... but thankfully it was nice and soft, it felt good against your body...

you exited the bathroom to see oliver bringing in a tray full of what he had asked for from room service...

Oliver: “you feel a bit better..”

YN: “maybe a bit but not a whole ton... Ollie, i was wondering are you okay?”

Oliver: “you mean when i got tossed against the back of your couch... lets say ive had worse than that... now come on lay on your back on the bed, and let me tend to your wounds as you once tended to mine!”

you did exactly what Oliver said knowing he was right, he had every right to tend to you just like you tended to him when he first came back from the island...  Oliver’s touch was soft, gentle, delicate. but his hands were rough, like he hadnt moisturized in days... 

Oliver: “i promise that you will be just fine once the rub starts working now hold still, ill gently start rubbing now...”

you felt Oliver pour the rub on your abdomen, it was a cooling feeling, one unlike anything you had ever felt before... something about having Oliver rub this gel on your wound, made your body feel strange, in ways it has never felt before...

you winced slightly as Oliver started to press slightly harder on your wound...

YN: “Ollie, i have noticed that since we started working together we have become much closer, and i want to thank you for helping me get back on my feet after what my father did... i hate how he has been planning this, i hope the footage the Arrow gave the cops is enough to put him away...”

you winced once more, you made it priority this time to grab Oliver’s arm. his muscle tensing beneath your touch. Oliver’s muscle tensed the same way that the Arrow’s did... 

it was then that you looked at Oliver who wasn’t startled by the sudden touch of your hand, Oliver’s eyes piercing your very soul, all the trouble, the days events, everything that had happened seemed to disappear...  

YN: “Ollie..”

Oliver had moved much closer it seemed for you could feel his breath against your own skin.  Oliver was no longer trying to fight anything, instead he gave into the urge and did something he had been meaning to do for years...

Oliver: “YN!”

that was the last of the talking that happened for the soothing feeling of the muscle rub and now making out with Oliver, we are talking like Oliver was shirtless and gently holding you against him, to you this was bliss, but something about kissing Oliver was so much like kissing OMG... if your brain was right then you were gonna have a serious talk with him when you both wake up later...

the making out took away all your fears, but left you with looming questions, and feelings being brought out of the shadows... you had to do what you wanted to do from the moment Oliver said your name at the SCPD, you had to confront him about what happened...

there was daylight shining through the window of your hotel room when you next took notice of time, you were still aware of your injuries so carefully you stretched and then winced slightly as your abdomen was still tender. 

thats when footsteps from the other room brought you to attention...

Oliver: “good morning beautiful!”

YN: “good morning handsome! come here for a moment, i would like to ask you a questions!”

Oliver came over to sit with you on the bed, staring at you with anticipation of what kinds of questions you may be wanting to ask him. 

YN: “we need to talk about what happened last night.”

Oliver: “ask me anything im an open book..”

YN: “ever since you picked me up at the police station my mind has been putting me through hell, my mind has also been wondering i guess... Are You The Arrow?"

Oliver went over to the wall by the closet and pushed in one of the panels revealing his greatest secret before sitting back on the bed.  the hood, the mask, everything sitting right there, everything that he wore but several hours ago. 

Oliver: “i gather by your silence that your trying to process this... but yes, as the Arrow i had written you all those letters, i felt like if i did that as myself you might not have taken me seriously... but YN everything i did in rescuing you, comforting you on your bad days, everything in between and then last night when i kiss you as me and not as the arrow, i felt what i have already confirmed. how long have you been in love with me?”

YN: “not long, the feelings started to manifest themselves when i started to work as your secretary. i know it sounds very unprofessional but its true. i fell in love, i fell hard, but Ollie i must know why did you save me as the Arrow and not yourself?”

Oliver: “cause if i hadnt come as the arrow, both of us might have been dead or worse, your father could have gotten away with his evil maniacal plan. and i wasnt gonna let that bastard do that to the woman i love, I Love You YN!”

the bliss flowed through you instantly but you wanted to be dramatic.. 

YN: “say it again...”

Oliver confused by this said what he said again assuming he knew what you were refering too...

Oliver: “i wasnt gonna let the Bastard do that to you...”

YN: “no no the part where you told me you loved me!”

Oliver now understood what you meant, so before repeating that line, he decided that he couldnt wait any more, he went over to his suit and pulled something small out of the pocket...

Oliver: “I Love You YN, so much and i never want to be anything without you. will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Oliver opened his closed fist to reveal a 24k silver band with an emerald in the center. your eyes went wide with wonder, but you held your left hand out feeling the metal touch your skin you nod your head.

YN: “yes!”

that was that it was now official, your best friend set to become your husband which was something that was gonna take some getting used to... but hey whatever at least the rest of that very day was mostly spent rolling round in the sheets... you lost your virginity that day and gained a brighter future as well.

[knifey-shivdarks]

i’m having them biracial blues and this is 100% a rant about my life written in some weird ass...i dont know man, i got up in my feelings and it’s hardly coherent but

gif credit, cuz i couldn't get it in the actual gif adder thing

i dont think ill ever forget schoolyard taunts about my thick, black body hair. or that my eyes were demonic because if the light didn’t shine just right, they could almost be black. or that my eyebrows were too big and oh they can see a little bit of hair connecting between them. i never forgot when the girls who were supposed to be my friends started calling me broccoli nose because it’s wider than theirs, you see. or when the boy i had a crush on and a boy who’d always been my friend decided that instead of friend, i should be their yard workers or maids or harvesting their food but its funny ha ha cuz that’s what mexicans do! i wont forget that my hair was boring and why is there so much of it? why is it frizzy? “because i dont have that problem!” said the girl with strawberry hair. and the color! black, but just shy of the inkiness that is beautiful.

i won’t forget that my skin was brown or that the little girl i ran into at toys-r-us, excited and chatty because she’s a friend i thought, walked away with her mother berating “you didn’t tell me she was mexican!” as i stand next to my red-haired, light skinned cousin. i wont forget that no one could say my name proper and it was never worth the effort to try and it didn’t matter if they’d known me for years because it was too foreign on their tongue and it didn’t matter. but heaven forbid i didnt properly pronounce theirs because “its not that hard!!!!” it’s only hard when its attached to someone like me, right? even when it comes from europeans just the same, forced onto my people like the blood of theirs in my veins as a result of their violence.

i’ll never forget thinking my abuser of seven years was so beautiful, right to the very end. i wont forget being eight years old and fighting against fear every time i saw her but going all the same because she was all golden hair and ocean eyes and certainly that means shes good. even as she tells me to shave my hands, my stomach, get rid of the nasty hair that makes me look like an ape. even as she tells me my mouth is too big, my lips look like they’ve been stung. i suppose we are taught, then, from youth to see beauty in our aggressors. for how lucky we are, just to be in their presence. i felt that, in some obscure way. desperately and with all of my being i felt that and hoped and prayed and wished that i could be her.

that i could look like her. it was all i wanted, to look like her because maybe then the world would look at me and see something pretty. something worthy of love. beautiful, and good in all the ways i was told - even without words - that i couldnt be. something worthwhile.

i wanted to look like the mom who raised me. the one i wanted to be perfect for even when she never asked me to be, never even implied it. because to her, i already was. she always told me i was beautiful. braided my hair and kissed my cheek and told me all the things i got from my family that lived across the country, some still in mexico, and why it was such a beautiful thing. do you know what it’s like, that the person who sees you as a treasure is the one no one would ever connect you to? to go out with your mom and your two friends, and people are shocked to hear that youre her child and not the blue eyed blondes? even with her brown hair and hazel eyes and no features to share besides, it was more believable that they were her daughters rather than you.

their only similarity being the color of their skin and yet the message is clear even if you can’t articulate it: you couldn’t possibly be from her, someone who belongs to the group that sets the standard for beauty and worthiness.

that wasn’t me, brown skinned and dark haired and with every feature that runs strong in my papa’s family. my tia said it herself, when i was born. “oh julie, im so sorry. she has the family nose” because she knew, too. my beautiful tia who has no need for shame and she knew that my moms whiteness couldn’t protect me because their features showed full force in me, left no place for my mom’s family to show itself.

i wont forget that the world told me from day one that i was less than. i would always be less than. it’s awful funny, that i lost my love of the outdoors when i first heard that it darkened you. no more summer days spent in the pool, fingers pruning but refusing to get out. no more bike rides, gone in the morning and returned by dinner. no more outdoors karaoke or baton twirling in the driveway. the tree i once loved is abandoned and the branches i’d climbed till i couldn’t any longer grow weak and lonely with time, missing the child who’d settle in and fall asleep in its branches. the warmth of the sun was something i deprived myself of for years with only the wishes of lightening my skin, getting rid of just one of the many things that separated me from everything i thought i should be.

but i found that it didn’t matter how pale i became. because, you see, it’s not a lightness that indicates whiteness. its an “i havent seen sunlight in a year” kind, one that doesn’t fool many and never for long. and how could it? my name would betray my heritage even if my features didn’t.

at twenty-eight, i still havent recovered. i havent learned how to live under the sun again. i havent learned to rediscover that kid that would wait for the weekend and the adventures it’d bring, step outside my door and into the sunlight and stay there in the world, under the heat of the sun until it started retreat into the night.

i wont forget that all expectations of me were based around what i looked like, what they saw in my name. how surprising it was, that i might know things. how unexpected it was, that i understood anything. after all, how could i deign to perform better than some of the other girls, the ones that were expected to go places when it was quite clear where most people expected me to end up.

it didn’t take long, for anger to show itself because it was easier to show that than shame, sadness. it’s strange, that at twelve, a black girl calling me a “white bitch” was offensive for the first part rather than the last. white...white....the thing i wanted to be and yet i was angry when she called me that. angry even if i didnt understand why, at the time. but i do now. i understand the fury in my bones at that moment when she pushed me and i swung back, a kid noted for being quiet and well behaved because i couldnt believe that she saw that.

that because i was not darker then my struggle did not matter. that because i did not look like her, then my disadvantage didn’t exist. the one thing id yearned to be a part of felt like a fist to the gut to be sided with because...i wasn’t. it was the first time i realized that maybe there wasn’t a place for me. that i’d be doomed to be too white for all the people who could empathize with my struggles and too brown for all the people who’d been a source of them.

and it only got worse when people would thing, for appearance, that it was better. but its not a compliment to be fifteen and having a guy hit on you because he “likes them spicy” wink-wink, nudge-nudge. it’s not a compliment when someone wants you to be his spicy hot tamale. even when the things that were detriments about me aged into something desirable, it was twisted and tainted and never felt like anything close to acceptance.

and then....and then to get out of all of it, all those moments that tore me down and made me ashamed to be who i am and realize the beauty in my features, in my wide nose and big lips and dark hair all over my body. to learn to love these features that mark me as part of a people with a history so rich and roots so deep into the soil of this continent...to learn these things and fight against all those ideas and people who ever made me feel otherwise and then be told that it is not my place. that it isn’t true, what i said. that i am pale and so that means i am white and i don’t know racism because my mom is white.

it’s a unique thing, to be biracial, and i dont think people talk about that enough. one foot in one history, the other in another. both but not enough for either to accept you. and i know that truth, too. i remember family gatherings with my moms family. i remember feeling always like my brother and i were julie’s little mistakes. oh sure the words were not spoken but in a sea of white people who married white people and had white children...the contrast makes you aware.

aware that you are not a fit. aware that they will love you only if you never bring up your papa, never bring up the aggression against you simply for existing as a product of love and understanding between people from such different worlds. little whispers about your papa that you wont understand for years as your mom shakes her head no, no, he’s a good man because her love has never gone. changed, perhaps, from what it was. but steadfast and true. they criticize him for his drug problem but she tells of a man who always took responsibility for his failings, always admitted his wrongs, never harmed a hair on our heads.

a good man who is sick but a good man nonetheless.

both, but never fully one or the other. and they let you know that, too. even the ones you’d thought all your life were the few that accepted you fully. but then you argue, you fight to defend your people against the new husband of a cousin you loved so much. the anger...the anger feels like a heart about to explode because it isn’t all anger. its fear and sadness and hurt and the anger is what you grasp onto, inflate as you stand shaking to take a breath, get distance before a panic attack has set in. you do that a lot in life.

and you hate crying but you sit on the front porch doing it anyways. your mom knows better than to follow but your aunts dont. so they come and they talk and they try to ask whats upsetting because well we were talking politics, people don’t always agree.and you scream, voice breaking “he’s talking about my people!” because how could you have ever identified with whiteness? but you don’t find understanding or comfort. only your favorite aunt, the one you loved for so many years, the one you thought accepted you no matter what, says with just as much passion: “we’re your people!”

and you realize, in your mid-twenties after a lifetime of being mistaken, that the acceptance is only if you throw away a part of yourself. that only if you will forget your mexican half do you matter. that they would prefer to forget you’re not white because how can they possibly love you if you arent?

it’s a lonely thing, too. because your papa is sick and he did not do right by you in the all right ways. and you spend your childhood missing him, wanting to live with him because living with mom is too painful if that’s what it will be like. but it bitters, too. childish ignorance cant last forever and for years you are angry, furious, refusing to see his sickness as that and instead as a choice he made.

he chose to leave you. to stay with a woman who looks like him, to create a child who belongs. one who learns his native language and gets all that you dont. the good and the bad. it....hurts, that the first words your little brother says to you are in a language you cant understand because your father...he lived far away for so long and where else could you learn when your mom can’t speak it, either? he’s three and spanish will be his first language and age will bring anger that this is so when your attempts through your life just never seem to work.

you just cant seem to make the words right. they feel wrong on your tongue and youre sure it’d make anyone who knows the language laugh.

people often dont get why i am offended by being called white. because well, im not, for one. sure, my skin is pale but my features are not those of a white person. to reduce it to that is so offensive when my experience has been lived as a person of color. it’s rare that people assume i’m white. and yea, it makes me mad when they do.

because i haven’t benefited from whiteness. i have never been treated as it. ive noticed people treat me poorly by my name alone, before they’ve even seen me. my MOTHER has noticed this. she kept my fathers name and she’s told me before appointments made at new places, she is often regarded more rudely but when she shows up and they see her whiteness, it changes.

for me, though, the biggest indicator is that other mexicans seem to....know. its a blessing and a curse. its adorable when little mexican kids come up to me, start trying to say something in spanish. it makes me feel this...wanting. to be a part of that culture, to learn more that i havent been able to because im across the world from everyone who was meant to connect me to it. but it hurts, too, because its another realization of my defect.

that i am a part of them, but only partly. and not everyone is so kind. some will see my distance from my heritage as sign enough that im not a part of it at all.

this...really got away from me and honestly, i dont even feel like ive really scratched the surface. this wasn’t meant to be a “poor me” but to be honest.....just because people have it worse than i do, and i KNOW they do, doesn’t make my suffering less significant.

so much in my life i have been told my people of color that i cant say anything and i have no right to it and this and that and whatever because my skin is pale. some try to make me say im white passing if i must engage but you know what...fuck that

if i was white passing, this post wouldn’t exist.

[brelione]

Field Trip With A Rich Bitch ll (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

Warnings:Ward Cameron,Mentions of Arsenic Poisoning,Mentions of heavy drugs,mentions of bipolar disorder,mentions of death,Rafe being too tall for every day life

He raised his eyebrows. “Where?”He asked.You rolled your eyes,wishing you had a bottle of wine to take a swig from in that moment. “What?You scared you’re gonna get mud on your shoes?”You asked.He sighed,scratching the back of his neck. “How far away is it?”He asked. “Nevermind,rich bitch,clearly you don't want to know the truth about your father.”You went to turn around but his hand grabbed your wrist quickly. “No,no it's not like that...I just wanna know where we’re going.”He mumbled.You pulled your hand from his grasp,staring down at him. “Come on,then.”You told him,beginning your walk outside the garage.His bike was nearly done,scratches holes and dents gone.The last thing to fix was the seat which wouldn't take long at all.He grabbed his phone,sliding it in his pocket.

He followed you out of the garage,waiting with his hands in his pockets as you pulled the garage door shut,bending over to place a lock on it.You could feel him staring at you. “Stop being a perv.”You grumbled,clicking the lock shut and stood back up.You could see the red blush on his cheek,spreading down his neck and ears.He was so easy to fluster.It was hilarious.Rafe had beat the living hell out of multiple teenagers,made some children cry with a glance and came from one of the most powerful families.But here you were,bossing him around,making him blush and causing him to stutter out apologies.You had that power over most people.Some kooks called you a demon and you embraced it.Most people didn't know it but you had the word tattooed on your thigh with two devil horns hovering over it.You were manipulative,assertive and strong.

You had the charm and the looks to get people to like you without knowing you and you had the glare that made the hair on the back of people’s necks stick up straight.You hadnt always been like that,only becoming this emotionless ball of rage after Ward Cameron had destroyed everything that made your life worth living.The beautiful thing was you had Ward Cameron’s one and only son wrapped around your finger and there was nothing he could do about it.Rafe was deprived of attention.Not only was Ward a terrible person but a terrible father as well.Rafe was desperate for attention now and if you gave him the attention he wanted he was all yours.You knew that and deep down he knew it too. “We’ll take the woods,I can't risk being seen with you.”You walked around the back of the garage.It was a steep hill full of rocks and some poison ivy.You knew where not to step and Rafe did his best to step the same places you did.You were pretty far ahead of him,around ten feet.Down the hill was a narrow pavement trail,cracks and holes all over it. “Anyone ever told you that you walk slow for a tall person?”You asked.

He grinned to himself,trying not to fall while also trying not to hit his head on any branches. “How long do you think we’ll be out for?”He asked.You shrugged. “Maybe an hour.”You replied,walking along the narrow pavement.Rafe wasn't used to being in the woods,at least not this deep in the woods,he was jumping at every noise. “Do you think that was a wolf?” “No.” “Did you hear that?” “No.” “Oh my god-what if there's a dead body out here?” “Rafe.We’re going to a cemetery,if there are no dead bodies then that would be a problem.” “I hate cemeteries.” “Well that sucks for you.” As you were coming to the end of the narrow pavement into the grass Rafe jumped from the crunch of a twig,grabbing onto you and pulling you to his chest.You stood stiff,his arms tightening around your waist as he listened for more sounds. “Are you going to let go of me or will I have to drag you?”You asked.He let go of you with a huff. “Do you think we should head back?”He asked.You sighed.

This was what you got from bringing a kook into the woods. “You're such a pussy.”You sighed,continuing your walk.He kept kicking the back of your heel by accident because he was so close behind you.You two walked onto the grass,looking across the field at the gravestones,benches and statues.He had come here a few times for late night drug deals and drinking with Kelce and Topper.It was a creepy old place that always made him shiver.Beer cans and red solo cups littered the ground from his previous trips here.You sighed as you looked across the graveyard to one corner,the one furthest away.He watched as you began your walk across the field.Most of the graves were covered in pollen and dirt splotches,the grass almost as tall as the stones themselves.It was gross and unkept and smelled like weed and cheap beer from gas stations.His feet were sinking into the mud,causing him to grumble something about how annoying it would be to clean them.He dragged his feet as he followed you to one large stone with vines growing up the sides.There were muddy streaks across the names like someone had tried to wipe it clean with a dirty hand.

 “Rafe,meet my parents.Mom,Dad meet the rich bitch.”You sighed,standing in front of the grave.Rafe’s eyes widened,his chest tightening.You grinned at his reaction. “What?”You asked.He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.What was he even supposed to say?Sorry your parents are dead and ended up in this shitty cemetery.Sorry I dealt cocaine by your parents grave.Sorry half those beer cans are mine. “Close your mouth Rafe,you look like a trout.”You smirked.He closed his mouth,gulping and tapping his leg nervously. “I bet you’re wondering what your dad has to do with this.”You spoke,observing his expression.He nodded,looking at the date on the grave.They had both died on the same day of 2004 which meant you were only two years old at the time. “You ever wonder how your father got all that money in the first place?Cause I can tell you it's definitely not whatever bull shit story he’s been telling everyone.”You used the sleeve of your yellow shirt to wipe the dirt off your parents’ names.He bit the inside of his cheek,waiting for you to continue. 

“Your dad was a dealer.He was my parents dealer.Im not talking about weed either,I mean the heavy shit.Heroin,crack,xanax.What kind of asshole deals xanax?Anyways,he sold to my parents and when they tried to get off the stuff he convinced them to keep buying from him.When they found my ma’s body they found that same heavy shit in her system.But here’s where the story gets really interesting.Not only did they find the heroin but guess what they found.Guess.”You ordered him.He blinked,glancing between you and the grave. “I-I dont know.”He mumbled.You nodded. “Arsenic.Your shitty father poisoned the drugs he gave my parents.WHo does that?”You sighed,flicking a bug off of the grave stone.He bit his lip as he took in this new information. “And he didnt get arrested or charged or anything?”He asked.

You laughed. “What do you think?You think Sarah Cameron would exist?You think you’d live in that big house with all of that nice stuff and your fancy ass gold plated spoons?No.None of that would be possible if your father got what he deserved.You know what your father got?A nice house,millions of dollars,a handsome son and multiple yachts.Thats what he got after killing my parents.You know what I had to grow up with?A one bedroom house with three cousins and a bipolar aunt.Thats what I got.”You ranted,tears stinging in your eyes as you got louder and louder.He didn't say anything,scared that only squeaks would come out.You bit your lip to hold back to the tears,the water leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks as you laughed. “And now my aunt and my baby cousin are dead too!”You gestured to the grave next to you. “And you know what else?I've had to work for 12 years of my life and you know where I live?In a shitty house thats falling apart and all I do is work on cars and bikes every single day and I cant even feel my hands anymore and I have fucking broken toes from kneeling all day and I cant even afford to go to a fucking hospital.And the only person that I can blame is your dad.”You wiped the tears from your face with your sleeves,smearing dirt across your cheekbone.

His bottom lip quivered,fingertips going numb as he listened to you.Something compelled him to step forward,grabbing your waist gently and pulling you into a hug.You did not fight him.If it were under any other circumstances then telling him that his father had been a drug lord,killed your parents,ruined your life and caused you to work every day of your life then maybe you wouldn't have accepted the hug.You never thought you’d be hugging Rafe Cameron,or any kook for that matter. “I can um...I can bring you to the hospital to get your toes fixed.”He offered.You laughed into his chest,getting tears on his shirt. “Wow,thanks.”You whispered,laughing again.He gulped,resting his chin on your head.It seemed that you had both needed a hug.You were holding onto him so tightly,holding fistfulls of his shirt in your hands.He hadnt hugged anyone in years and it seemed that you hadnt either. “Do yourself a favor and don't turn into your father.And if you keep going down the path you’re going down now then you’ll end up just like my parents.”You sighed.He frowned.

You sounded like one of those commercials of people staring at the camera with crocodile tears running down their faces as they talked about some loved one who had died and how drugs weren't the answer.You probably didn't know though,it wasn't like you could afford cable.He just nodded,knowing you did not need his attitude right now. “(Y/N).”He mumbled.You hummed,closing your eyes.You didnt cry often and never in front of people but when you did cry it stung like hell.You couldn't exactly rub your eyes with your fingers either because they had traces of oil and chemicals. “What if we piss my father off and get him to confess to the murders?”He asked.You sniffled,looking up at him with puffy eyes. “How?”You asked.

Part Three will be up this weekend!

@gabbismith​