#i have had a really really really deeply terrible awful shitty day today but at least i can feel a little good about this thing

[deep-space-lines]

Not ultrakill related for once- I finally finished an oil painting I've been working on for a while! (Reference was this image of the Pillars of Creation.) 12 hours of oil painting is way too many hours of oil painting for my adhd ass why do I keep doing this to myself

(the weirdly dark part by the stars is just wet paint... I'm too impatient to wait for it to dry before posting it x.x)

progress pics under the cut bc I like looking at them

each photo was taken after a 2-hour painting session

[trumpkinhotboy]

All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

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Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

[cyraclove]

“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” with modern BotW Zelink would be amazing :') (you can choose who gets hit and who visits! it works very well both ways)

Link stared into the windows of the flower display, his eyes traversing the plethora of multicolored blooms for the hundredth time. He’d been standing there for a solid ten or fifteen minutes, the tinny muzak of the hospital’s gift shop threatening to drive him out of his mind. The furled petals of a bouquet of yellow roses shook softly as the refrigerated case’s motor kicked on, looking almost as though they were laughing at him.

He decided against those.

Swallowing hard, he absentmindedly rubbed his palms together as he took stock of his ribbon-bound options yet again.

Sweaty. Why was he so sweaty?

Just pick some, you idiot, barked a voice in his head.

“Excuse me, sir,” said a foreign female voice that startled him from his thoughts, “Do you need some help?”

He turned to see an older, brunette woman with the roundest eyeglasses he had ever seen smiling pleasantly at him, her hands clasped behind her back. ‘Alma’, her nametag read.

He shook his head, scrambling for words. “Oh, uh…no, ma’am,” he stammered, attempting a sorry excuse for a smile, “I’m just…browsing.”

“Are you looking for something specific?” She asked, peering into the cooler. “We have flowers for just about any occasion. Flowers can say a lot just on their own, you know.”

How about some that say, ‘Sorry that I hit you with my car, complete stranger,’ he thought to himself. Link chuckled uncomfortably, knowing that he was definitely going to have to lie to this woman. “I’m here to visit my, er, friend. She was…in a car accident.”

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Alma nodded solemnly, clucking her tongue. “Oh, how terrible. I’m very sorry to hear that. People really can be such careless drivers these days, can’t they?”

“Yes,” he said through his teeth, “they certainly can be.” His eyes were drawn to a bunch of sickeningly pink ‘It’s A Girl!’ balloons, a nearby oscillating fan causing them to bob violently every minute or so. The screech of the colliding mylar made his stomach churn, and he silently wished for death.

“Well,” Alma began, a cool burst of air escaping the display when she opened the door, “I’m sure that we can pick something perfectly lovely that’ll have your friend feeling better in no time.”

The woman pursed her lips as she surveyed the case, humming thoughtfully. She eventually gathered up a bouquet of light blue lilies, their pointed petals tipped with white.

“What do you think of these?” she asked, “We just got them in from Necluda. This variety is called the ‘Silent Princess’, I believe.”

Before he could answer, Link’s phone began to ring, the shrill tone making him jump a bit. He grinned sheepishly at Alma as he fished it from his pocket, groaning inwardly as soon as he glimpsed the screen. Tapping his thumb on the red ‘ignore’ button, he tucked it away.

“Those are great,” he replied, “I’ll take them.”  

Alma smiled brightly, motioning for him to follow her the checkout counter. “Excellent,” she chimed, “Can I put them in a vase for you?”

His phone rang again. Link felt his eye twitch.

“Uh, sure. I mean, yes, please.”

“Would you like to add anything else? We have these precious sand seal plushies that would be just ador—”

“Just the flowers will be fine, thank you,” he said, more hurriedly than he’d intended. Snatching his phone from his pocket, he turned away from the counter and held the cell to his ear.

“What do you want?” He hissed.

A jovial cackle came from the other end of the line.

“Well, if it isn’t CHU’s resident asshole.”  

Link pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he inhaled deeply. This was, decidedly, the last thing he needed right now.

“You called me, Revali,” he snapped, “Do you actually need something, or did you just want to be a dick?”

“You wound me, Link,” the other young man drawled, “Oh, no—wait. I’m not the one who’s wounded, am I?”

Link clenched his jaw, the snip of Alma’s scissors on the flowers’ stems suddenly and inordinately loud. He glanced up at the woman only to have her swiftly look away, feigning focus on her task.

“You’re quite the hot topic on campus,” he heard Revali sigh, “I’m almost envious, what with the way everyone’s got your name in their mouths.”

“Who’s talking about it?”

“Who isn’t talking about it? Link, you hit a woman with your car. In the quad, for the love of Hylia. How’d you even manage that, anyway?”

“Okay, look,” he nearly seethed, “It was not in the quad, it was the intersection next to the quad. And it was an accident! I had the right of way, I didn’t see her, and the—the walk sign wasn’t even on!”

“Was she on the crosswalk?”

Link balked as he conjured up the memory from the other day. It had all happened so fast; one minute he was putting on his turn signal, and the next a young blonde woman was sprawled out on the road in front of his car. “I mean…well, yeah, she was on the crosswalk.”

“Then she had the right of way. Pedestrians always have the right of way, genius.”

“I’m hanging up now,” he muttered, disconnecting the call to the sound of Revali’s raucous laughter in the background. His near equal on the university archery team, Revali and Link were self-proclaimed rivals; well-known ‘frenemies’ to the rest of their teammates. While Link undeniably respected him for his skill, he could also be a real pain in the ass.

Releasing a weighty sigh, he faced the counter again, only to be met with a piercing glare of disapproval from the woman standing behind it. His blood ran cold as he and Alma locked eyes, hers narrowed in wordless acknowledgment of his sin. Approaching the register, Link flipped his wallet open and removed his credit card before sliding it toward her across the grey acrylic.

“Ring up the seal.”

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The ride up the elevator was gruelingly slow, the jarring ding! of the door opening on what seemed like every damned floor made Link’s head throb. The air inside the garishly carpeted box was stuffy and stagnant, the scent of antiseptic stinging his lungs with each inhale. He looked down at the overpriced stuffed animal in his arms and frowned, its judgmental button eyes boring into him. The sluggish chug of the ancient machinery as it whined to a stop was nauseating, jostling him just enough to make him dizzy.

He finally stepped off and onto the tenth floor, referring to the clumsy, smeared numbers written on his palm in red pen. Link wandered down a white linoleum hallway, the idle hum of incandescent lights buzzing overhead as he peered at room numbers; the water in the vase sloshed softly as he went. With the plush tucked under one arm and the flowers cradled in the other, he raised his fist to knock tentatively on a door marked 1003.  

“Come in,” responded a quiet voice from the other side. Link instinctively held his breath as he pressed down on the door handle, inching it open.

The room was cold and clinical, painted and furnished in subtle greens and dull blues. Aside from several dim wall sconces, a large westward-facing window adorned with heavy curtains was the only source of light. Pushed up against the center of the back wall was a slim hospital bed, and in it sat a woman that Link had seen only once before—unconscious on the asphalt in front of his sedan. Her eyes flickered up toward him as he entered, darkening with realization mere seconds afterward.

“What are you doing here?”

Link froze, his thoughts scrambling as both his legs and tongue refused to move. All he could do was stare at her, eyes trained on the clunky, neon-green cast that enveloped her left arm. A purply-green bruise around the size of golf ball sat just below one of her eyes, swallowing the tiny freckles that peppered her cheeks. Her bottom lip puffed out, an angry cut splitting it vertically down the middle.

She looked awful.

And she had somehow managed to be strikingly beautiful at the exact same time.

“Well, I came to, uh,” he started, his words leaving his mouth before he had time to appropriately process them, “I came to see…how you were feeling.”

The young woman scoffed, turning her head towards the window. It was then that Link noticed the sutures running along the underside of her collarbone. Guilt roiled in his stomach for the millionth time that day as she began to speak.

“Let’s see; I’ve got bruised ribs, a couple of chipped teeth, and a concussion. Oh—and my arm is broken,” she replied in a biting tone, “So, I’m not great. Thanks.”

After a moment, he took a few tentative steps nearer to her bedside. He watched her gaze gradually slide in his direction, meticulously studying his movement. Link sighed, looking down at his feet with a shake of his head. His chest felt suffocatingly tight, as though someone had his lungs trapped in an ever-tightening vise.

“Look, I know that nothing I say right now is going to make any of this less shitty,” he told her, “and I’m sure that I’m the last person that you wanted to see today. That being said, it would’ve been even shittier of me to not at least try and come apologize to you. Because I messed up, big time, and I’m really, really sorry.”

The young woman said nothing in response, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails as she considered his repentant declaration. Her brows knitted above her sea-like eyes, consternation marring her delicate features. Link’s resolve just about shattered when he saw the impending tears brimming at her waterline.

“And I brought you this seal,” he blurted out, placing the patchwork creature on the bed near her legs, “You just seemed like, uh…a seal person.”

To Link’s relieved surprise, the corner of her mouth quirked up as she looked at the stuffed animal. Picking it up and setting on her lap, a watery giggle burbled from her chest as tears slid down her cheeks. The chuckle soon morphed into a full-on laugh, a bright, contagious sound that filled the room. Unable to help himself, Link smiled, and was soon laughing with her despite not entirely knowing why.

“It’s cute,” she sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s really cute. Thank you.”

They smiled through the remnants of their laughter as it faded out, leaving the two in silence again. The setting sun bathed the room in rosy amber and cast fractured, pinkish shadows on the walls. Unsure of what else to do, Link set the bouquet on her curiously empty bedside table. It was then that he paused to take stock of the rest of the room, realizing that it did not resemble what he imagined the hospital room of someone who’d just been hit by a car to look like.

It was devoid of any other flowers save the ones that he had brought, and missing were cards and balloons from well-wishing friends. He furrowed his brow, and his heart sank when the most likely reason for the lack of gifts dawned on him. She must be in Central for school, he thought, and all of her friends and family were wherever home was. Or, even worse—they were around, but couldn’t be bothered to come and pay her a visit. Turning back to face her, he gestured to her plaster-clad arm.

“No one’s signed your cast,” he noted.

She gave him a queer look. “What do you mean?”

“Uh, that’s the thing to do isn’t it? Have your friends write their names on your cast? And put, uh, I don’t know…stickers on it.”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never broken an arm before,” she replied, shooting him a sly look. “I haven’t got many friends, either, I guess,” she added under her breath, face falling.

“Do you have a Sharpie?”

“Oh, um, I think I have a few in my backpack. It’s just over there, on that chair. Should be in the little side pocket.”

Link made his way over to a grey pleather armchair and unzipped the pocket in question, reaching inside to pull out several permanent markers. Returning to the bedside, he held them out to the blonde, presenting her with her choice of color; black, red, or blue. She looked up at him from beneath delicate lashes, grinning as she selected the blue one. She extended her arm, and he sat on the edge on the bed as he gingerly braced it with his free hand. After popping the cap off with his teeth, he scrawled his name on the lime-colored cast as gently as possible.

“Link,” she murmured when he’d finished, “I just realized that I didn’t even know your name until now.”

It was true. He knew her name, simply because he’d had to ask for it at the front desk, but they had never been properly introduced. Not surprising, considering the circumstances under which they came to know one another in the first place. He’d never seen her around campus before the other day, leading him to assume that they must not run in the same circles. That had to be the case, because hers was not a face that he would’ve forgotten.

“My name is Zelda,” she said, “Even though you probably know that already.”

“I do,” he admitted, “but it’s nice to officially meet you. Zelda.”

Her eyes crinkled at their corners when he reached out to lightly shake her fingers that poked out of the cast. He stood up from the bed, shooting her a quick smile before crossing the room to return the markers to her bag.

“Thank you for the flowers,” he heard her say from behind him, “Oh, and for my seal.”

“It’s the least I could do, I think,” he responded, “I mean, considering.”

“Still,” Zelda went on, “It was kind of you to come. I just…I appreciate the company. It was getting a bit lonely here.”

Link stilled at that. So, she really was alone. He almost didn’t want to believe that not even her own parents had bothered to stop by, that not a single friend had sent a card. It had to be a mistake; there was no way that such an enchanting person had no one to call on.

“The, uh, food here must not be very good, huh?” He tried.

She cocked a brow at him. “What?”

“Hospital food. It’s notoriously bad,” he clarified, attempting to mentally signal to her that he was, in fact, going somewhere with this. “If you want, I could bring you something. Later, I mean, for dinner. I think I probably owe you that, don’t you?”

It could have been the sunset, but Link swore that a blush darkened her cheeks ever so slightly when she smiled at him, nodding. “That sounds great, actually.”

“Alright, it’s a date, then,” he announced without thinking, wincing immediately afterward, “I mean, uh, sounds like a plan.”

“Here, let me put my number in your phone,” she offered, holding out her good hand. He fished it from his pocket and handed it to her, watching as she tapped in her contact info with her only her index finger. After a short discussion about what kind of food she’d like to have, they said their goodbyes with the promise of seeing one another later that evening. Link closed to door carefully behind him, glancing back into the narrow window to see Zelda admiring her flowers.

He shuffled into the elevator, wedging himself in between a group of nurses and weary-looking man with a fussy toddler on his hip. It was humid and it was loud, and anyone else might have wanted nothing more than to go home and go to bed. Link stared at Zelda’s name in his phone as the elevator made its agonizingly long descent back down to the lobby, already counting the minutes until he’d get to ride back up again.

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I adored this prompt so much, I made it its own thing on AO3. Thank you for the ask! This was so much fun!

[dynyamight]

Hello! Could you do this one :

192 - You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.

Thanks ☺☺

192. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.

“My, you’ve grown so tall and handsome, Katsuki! I can barely recognize you!”

Bakugou shrugs stiffly, hands deeply shoved in his pockets. “..Evenin’, Auntie.”

“Hurry, hurry!” Inko quickly beckons him inside the apartment, with frantic hand motions. “The cold air will get you sick the longer you stand out there.”

After a few tentative steps inside, and offering a mumbled pardon of intrusion, Bakugou makes a look around the small home.

God, everything looked eerily the damn same.

The miniature sofa, the kotatsu, the TV airing the local news, the rickety old dining table, in the same faded wood color just like before. The kitchen, probably looks the same, too.

Nothing new.

And, oddly enough, Bakugou was glad. Familiarity was very much needed, right now.

“Let me take your coat, dear.” Inko shushes quietly, right beside him. When Bakugou twists his head down, he looks to see her offering a soft smile.

Something in his chest clenches. “Nah, s’fine.” He coughs, struggling to meet her gaze. “..We’ll be leaving soon, anyway.”

“You know, that’s what you always told me, back when you two were kids.” Inko voices gently, “Waiting at the front door. Ready to head out, as soon as Izuku stepped out.”

“It warms my heart to see you two together.” She says, gazing at him, with that same comforting expression she used to give him long ago.

The inside of his palms are damp, sweating nervously. All he can offer is a quick nod of acknowledgment, without losing his cool in front of her.

Sure, they weren’t close before, but Inko only remembers him as that child. The one that was her son’s best friend. The one that knocked at her front door, jumping in his sneakers excitedly. The little boy who guided her son out of her home, and brought him back, safe and sound.

And, the same guy who was once the source of all of her beloved son’s distress, turmoil, and torment.

He hopes Midoriya has told her redeeming things about him, now that she knows that part. Because, there’s no way in hell he can sell himself any better.

A door to the right of the hallway opens in that instant.

With his back turned away from them, Midoriya steps out in an obnoxious All Might pajama set, barefooted.

He’s holding up two sweaters, dangling from each hand. “Mom!” He calls out towards the dining room, “Which one looks better? Yellow or red?”

“I can’t tell, Izuku.” Inko states easily, “Turn around.”

Doing a double take, Midoriya pivots in his stance, almost tripping over the long pants. “Oh, when did you get behind-?”

Midoriya’s face drops, before the shirts hit the floor.

Bakugou snorts, while Inko intently gazes at the fallen clothing. “I would think the burgundy one would look wonderful, sweetie.” She advises, regardless.

Quickly, Midoriya gathers and shoves his sweaters in his arms, and hurries back into his room, slamming the door shut. The click of a lock echoes, alongside a bunch of stressed, inaudible words.

“..You sure you don’t want me to take your coat?” Inko asks him. This time, there’s a knowing, small teasing expression on her face. “Izuku might take a while longer.”

Bakugou doesn’t wait for long, seated under the warming kotatsu. His drums his fingers on his thighs, here and there. And, the heat does get a little stuffy, while wearing black jeans and a turtleneck.

But, otherwise, it’s not intolerable. Inko had offered him plenty, during his wait; a hot mug of ginger and cinnamon tea, a small plate of cookie biscuits, and her silent, yet welcoming company. She even insisted on covering his shoulders with a large blanket, engulfing him completely.

“Anything for you.” Inko reassures him, despite having not voiced anything. “You have done so much to keep Izuku happy. It’s the least I can do.”

The overbearing politeness runs in the family, like a disease.

He feels he should thank her, or better yet, try to have a conversation with her. But, each time he builds up the internal guts to say something, the words get caught in his throat.

He wants to make sure he says the right thing to Midoriya’s mother. Unfortunately, he desperately wants her approval.

So, when Midoriya finally walks around the corner, in a nice pair of jeans and that same burgundy sweater from before, Bakugou’s relieved to say the least.

He feels saved.

“Now, the night is only getting colder, by the minute.” Inko hurriedly tells them, as the three of them walk to the front door, “This winter season has been terribly freezing! My heart can’t handle either of you catching the flu, let alone both of you! So, try to make it home not only safe, but healthy. Oh, and if you are unable to catch the last train, please let me know! I will gladly-”

“It’s okay.” Midoriya reassures her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll be okay.”

“I know, I know. Just please-”

“Call you when we’re on our way home.” Midoriya answers easily. “Yeah, I will.”

“..You promise?”

“I promise, Mom.”

They share a sweet, long embrace, which Bakugou can’t help, but look away.

Something about their close bond, and unashamed love for each other feels intrusive for him to be a part of.

Something that he doesn’t deserve to be a part of. At least, not yet.

Instead, he solely focuses on readjusting his winter coat over his shoulders.

On their languid walk towards the metro station, a few blocks away from the apartment complex, Midoriya slips his hand in his.

“You told me 20:00, Kacchan.” He whines, however.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “It was.” He corrects in a huff, “Until you fucking said I could drop by an hour early.”

“Wha—? When did I say that?”

“During our damn lunch break, yesterday.” Bakugou incredulously stares at him. “The hell? You were the one who came up to me and literally said it yourself. How your conference for today with the academy got cancelled. ”

For a moment too long, Midoriya stays silent, visibly mulling over the words in his head. Each quiet second makes Bakugou more internally baffled, downright shocked.

If it weren’t for Midoriya’s warm hand loosely holding onto him, he’d crackle a couple explosions, in spite.

“Oh. I did.” Midoriya breathes out laughing, bringing his other hand to his face. “I completely forgot.”

“Shitty Deku.” Bakugou grunts. “Starting the night off wrong, already?”

“Hey! Don’t go making me feel bad, Kacchan!” With pleading eyes, Midoriya looks up at him. “I didn’t mean to forget. School’s been hectic recently, and you know that.”

Those huge, bright green eyes. His kryptonite.

Bakugou clicks his tongue. “..Whatever. S’not like the wait was awful.”

“Oh god, I hope my mom wasn’t too much with you.” Midoriya messes with Bakugou’s fingers in between his, tightening and letting go of them.

“Not at all.” Bakugou lies.

Smiling, Midoriya lets out a big sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. If you two didn’t get along tonight, I might have had an aneurysm.”

“If you had to choose—” Bakugou starts.

Midoriya narrows his eyes. “Stop it.”

Bakugou scoffs, slipping out an air of mirth into it. “Obviously your mom.”

“Obviously, it would be too hard of a decision to make.” Midoriya corrects. “Hopefully that time never, ever, ever comes.”

Despite trying not to smile, Bakugou feels the traces of a smirk on the corners of his lips. “If that day ever happens, always pick Auntie.” He states easily, “Her heartbreak would be so fucking intense. Put all natural disasters to damn shame.”

With a small, slipped out laugh, Midoriya bumps their shoulders together, softened by their winter coats. “You are weirdly making sense, Kacchan.”

“Of course I’m making fucking sense. She cries over the thought of someone taking you away. Villain, or not.”

“Every mother is like that!”

“Hell, I’m damn surprised Auntie didn’t flip her shit from seeing me.” Bakugou honestly confesses finally, more to himself than to Midoriya. “Dating her one and only son, and she didn’t even freak out about it.”

And, just like that, Bakugou knows something is wrong, from the moment Midoriya stays quiet.

They continue to walk, despite the sudden tense mood between them. But, that doesn’t mean Bakugou doesn’t want to demand Midoriya to speak up, the longer he keeps his mouth shut.

But also, he doesn’t want to ruin their night, and so, he waits begrudgingly.

Right as the two are on the outskirts of the metro tunnel, Midoriya twiddles Bakugou’s fingers nervously.

“..I haven’t told her about us yet,” He admits, face morphed in guilt. “But, I mean, she could very easily guess our intentions tonight. So, maybe— I don’t know —she might know.”

Bakugou hums, allowing himself a few seconds to process that. He then breathes a long air through his nose. “..I figured.” He simply says.

“It’s not like I want to hide us.” Midoriya voices aloud, furrowing his brows. “It’s just with graduation coming up, and the academy still looking for an agency to accept me as anything, and then my father suddenly wanting to come back into our lives, she’s just been a little stressed with everything going on, including myself. And, I don’t want to potentially ruin us and-”

With a tight grip, Bakugou halts them to a sudden stop.

When Midoriya worriedly gazes at him, he offers him back a nod. “Yeah, I get it.” Bakugou firmly states.

“Kacchan, I-”

“You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”

And, he really means it.

While people bypass them, heading through the automatic doors of the metro station, they both remain standing, staring back at each other.

The first to break is Midoriya, releasing a big, tired sigh. “You’re right.” He frowns, looking away. “I’m totally ruining this date night. I’m sorry.”

Pulling his hand out of the hold, Bakugou instead brings his arms over Midoriya’s shoulders. He hugs them close. “No, you’re not.”

“I am.” Midoriya responds backs, muffled.

“We’ve been on more shit dates, Deku.” Bakugou tells him in his ear. “And, this ain’t one. It barely even began.”

“A whole year, and I—I haven’t even told her.” Midoriya shakingly admits. “I’m such a coward.”

Bakugou huffs. “You’re not. The talk ain’t easy. Hell, telling my hag and old man about us was like pulling teeth out of my damn mouth.”

“..At least you told them.”

“Listen, you went through a lot of shit, two years ago.” Bakugou reminds Midoriya, bluntly. “The running away. The dropping out. The undercover work. The public hate. Getting together after all fucking that, probably wasn’t even the best move.”

“I still remember it all.” Midoriya mumbles.

Bakugou tightens his hug. “And, since then, life’s been a total bitch to you. I fucking wish you didn’t get half the crap you have to deal with, because it runs you into a damn mess.”

“But, I—”

“So, just focus on the important shit, right now.” Bakugou breathes out, pressing his head against Midoriya’s. “Us? We can wait. No, I can wait. I’ll be right beside you, until then, and even after that.”

Lifting his arms up and around Bakugou’s back, Midoriya holds onto him, just as tight as him. “..You promise?”

Bakugou exhales a short sigh. “I promise, Izuku. We’ll be okay.”

Letting go, Midoriya gently pushes away from Bakugou’s grip, causing them to finally part, for who knows how long.

Before the secondhand embarrassment of people witnessing them sinks into his pride, Bakugou’s redirected to the watery eyes of Midoriya, as he quickly blinks them dry.

“God, when did you get so—?” Midoriya wildly moves his hands around, gesturing over at Bakugou.

On the other hand, Bakugou scrunches his nose. “The hell does that mean?”

“So supportive?” Immediately, Midoriya shakes his head. “No, you’ve been supportive, that’s not the right word. So kind? Uh, that doesn’t sound right..”

“You mean romantic.” Bakugou puts it bluntly.

A rush of red floods Midoriya’s face, matching his sweater and shoes. “Don’t say it so loud, Kacchan!”

“I wouldn’t have to, if you weren’t asking dumb ass questions!” Bakugou yells back, crossing his arms definitively. “We’re together, Deku! Of course I’m gonna tell you fucking sappy shit.”

“Shh! You are making us be a public scene!”

“Too late! We were a public scene the fucking moment we stopped in front of the damn metro like stupid lovers at the altar!”

It starts slow, with nothing, but Midoriya blinking up at him.

But then, a slipped sputter starts and a bubbling laughter erupts from Midoriya. He grabs onto Bakugou’s arm, helping him from not bending over in giggles.

“W-We really did!” Midoriya barely says, wheezing, “Lovers at an altar. A-And, you literally gave me vows!”

It takes Bakugou forcibly grabbing his idiotic, cackling boyfriend to finally move aside, and walk through the station’s entrance. He refuses to focus too much on the fire heating his face.

He’s never making outlandish, romantic gestures in public, ever again.

They missed their train, obvious from the lengthy moment they had outside. But, neither of them were upset about the ordeal. Instead, they gradly bought tickets for the next train to Tokyo, with only a thirty minute wait.

As Bakugou starts to shift comfortably in his bench seat, right beside him, Midoriya rests his head on top of his shoulder. “Thankfully, we still won’t miss the movie premiere.”

“Because your weird ass is making us leave hours before midnight.”

“For situations like these!”

Bakugou scoffs a short laugh. “I guess it’s reasonable.”

Grabbing his hand into a loose grip, Midoriya twiddles with Bakugou’s fingers once more. “Thank you. For tonight.” Midoriya whispers.

“You needed time to chill the fuck out. With the shit you’ve been facing, let tonight be the night you forget about it.” Bakugou grumbles, “Besides, I haven’t been able to steal you away, for my damn self.” He tacks on.

Midoriya smiles back at him, head comfortably slumped on his shoulder. “You make me feel alive, again. And, for the first time ever, since the start of this year,” He sighs, longingly up at Bakugou, “I feel like I can breathe.”

Bakugou brings him closer, chin tucked in his curls. “Good. I need you to breathe, at least once and a fucking while.”

Midoriya snorts. “Just at least once?”

“And, a fucking while.” Bakugou reiterates, “I’m not a monster.”

“No, you’re not.” Midoriya chuckles, bringing his legs over Bakugou’s lap. “You’re my monstrous boyfriend.”

“That’s fucking right.”

For a while, they stay just like that; close, intimate, and stuck together, without a care of the outside world. Maybe it’s from the intense conversation from earlier, but Bakugou doesn’t feel deterred to back away. Instead, he feels comfortable in holding Midoriya, and not letting go.

“You know,” Midoriya starts, “My mom wouldn’t freak out.”

Bakugou raises a brow. “..Hm?”

“About us. She wouldn’t freak or flip out like that.”

“C’mon, Deku.” Bakugou scoffs, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta lie to me, now.”

“I’m serious.” Midoriya reaffirms strongly, emphasizing his words with a tightened grasp around his hand. “She wouldn’t.”

“I’m not the type of guy you bring to your damn family. Seeing me as anyone’s partner is like fucking failing at life.”

Midoriya brings a tentative hand, cupping the side of Bakugou’s face. His fingertips are rough, yet linger there softly. “Just promise her you’ll make me happy and keep me safe.” Midoriya states easily, smiling brightly. “And, she’ll welcome you with open arms, all over again.”

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Hi ! I hope you're doing well. I've had an idea for a one shot and though I could write it myself I don't think it could ever come out as beautiful as if you would write it so here it is.

I was thinking of Ivar and Heahmund as a couple. They haven't really had to spend too much time away from each other because whenever ine traveled with work the other would come along so maybe this time Ivar has to go alone because it's urgent and Heahmund can't come along cause he's stuck at work and unable to take a few days off. I was thinking Ivar would be so homesick. Like unable to sleep and stuff. And though he would have had to spend around a week away he won't be able to stay away for so long and return 3 days later and surprises Heahmund and they cuddle q lot and Ivar barely let's Heahmund go anywhere because he's touch starved.

You don't have to write it. It's just an idea but if you fancy it and want to I would feel honored to have my idea written by you and also very happy. Thank you ! Love ya!

Hello my dear, and I feel so honored that you want me to write this idea of yours! ❤️ As I already told you, it was a huge pleasure for me as I can identify myself with that situation very well, and I really hope that you like what I wrote and it turned maybe a little bit out the way you wanted it. Thank you so much! ❤️

Three days

Words: ~ 3k.

It's all pure fluff and stuff, and a bit of missing, obviously. xD

Ivar clenched his hand lightly around Heahmund's; he had been afraid, damned afraid of this day that was coming anyway - and it had just been there far too quickly, far too fleetingly, and most of all - far too hard.

He could feel Heahmund squeezing his hand a little tighter as well, but the big man only smiled slightly, while Ivar could already feel the tears in his eyes.

"I can't do that, no. I'd rather be out of a job." he snarled tensely, while Heahmund let out a soft snort. They had arrived at the final departure lounge, where he would soon be leaving - and where Ivar would have to say a final goodbye to Heahmund.

They had been a couple for maybe two years, had been through many ups and downs together - but they had never been apart for long. The longest they had spent without each other was one day. And that was only because Ivar had been far too offended at the time and had missed his bus when he had changed his mind after all. In that night, Ivar had sworn to himself that he would never again spend even one night apart from Heahmund - which had generally worked out well. When one of the two had to travel, they had taken each other with them. One had taken time off, the other was working; in this way they had been able to discover many places together. But this time it had been different. Since Heahmund had an important job to do, he couldn't take time off - just when Ivar had to fly away for a week for his job.

It was the first time Ivar had seriously considered just quitting; it was one thing to go to work and have your partner back in bed with you in the evening; but something completely different to have to go to sleep without him. The thought of it sent deep goosebumps down Ivar's body, and he sighed deeply.

"Honey, you're hurting me. It's only a week.", Heahmund said in a relaxed manner, trying to lightly release his hand from the clamp-like grip of Ivar's warm fingers; however, Ivar shook his head. Breathe in, breathe out, he told himself; but his eyes betrayed him. It wasn't really a tear that ran lightly from the corner of his eye, but Heahmund saw it anyway.

He made a soft clicking sound with his tongue and wrapped his arms tightly around the middle of Ivar's body; Ivar buried his face deep in Heahmund's black jacket, breathing in deeply the smell of his boyfriend. God, how he would miss him. Already his body felt drained, and his heart area became terribly heavy.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Heahmund. What are you going to do without me? Who's going to cook for you? And don't you dare meet anyone else.", Ivar mumbled dully into Heahmund's jacket, and he wrapped his arms tighter around Heahmund as he laughed softly and melodically.

"Babe, I'm not seeing anyone else. And besides, I'll probably survive a week without you! What are delivery services for, huh?" Heahmund replied, lifting Ivar's chin with a slight movement; Ivar blinked.

"Still. I should stay here." he grumbled, and Heahmund laughed softly.

"I have something for you that will comfort you a little. I know you always claim you don't like these things and are too old for them - but you always hug your bear very fiercely for that when I come home at night. That's why...", Heahmund said and pulled something out of his jacket pocket; it was a small stuffed animal, a small, soft hyena, wearing a dark blue ribbon around its neck. Ivar had to swallow; he took the stuffed animal carefully in his hands and then blinked very gently up at Heahmund, who looked at him with a smile.

"A hyena! You remember I was particularly fond of those?" he murmured softly, and Heahmund nodded as his hand went lightly to the back of Ivar's neck.

"Sure. You took about 200 pictures, and you kept stressing how much you'd like one yourself, and that you'd keep it in the bedroom."

"In the bathroom, so it could have a tub!"

"Of course!" Heahmund snorted in amusement; through the hall came the distinct and final call for Ivar's Gate, and the voice again sent a terrible shiver down Ivar's spine. He pressed himself as tightly as he could against Heahmund and sobbed slightly; Heahmund's warm fingers stroked through his hair, which for once he had not braided today, and which was just wildly disheveled. Who else was he going to make himself pretty for when his future husband wasn't around?

"Shhht, it's going to be okay, Ivar. You have to go now.", Heahmund said softly; Ivar knew it was time, but he found it extremely difficult to let go of the warm and familiar body and the familiar, beloved smell.

They kissed firmly and as long as they could; before Heahmund softly broke the kiss and smiled at Ivar once more. "You call me as soon as you land, okay? And no cell phone on the plane!" he said with a wink, and Ivar rolled his eyes.

He wiped away the last of his tears and hugged the hyena tightly before shuffling towards his gate with infinitely heavy feet. He looked after Heahmund for as long as he could - and when his dearly beloved guy disappeared behind him, the whole feeling in his body became really crushing. He tried to calm himself down the aisles to the plane and not show his tears - which worked well as long as he kept chewing his lower lip and answering all questions from stewardesses and staff only with a dull nod.

But it wasn't until he was sitting in his seat on the plane that all his emotions suddenly came rushing up - especially when he put the little hyena down on his lap and squeezed it tightly. He knew it was Heahmund's way of letting him know he was there - but the takeoff still sucked. Normally, during airplane takeoffs, Ivar always held Heahmund's hand, and always huddled slightly against Heahmund's shoulder out of fear; now that he wasn't there, the plane takeoff was a thousand times worse for Ivar.

The flight itself went by quickly, it was also only two hours. But the first day in his seminar from work was not great. Ivar found it awful to keep in touch with Heahmund only through his cell phone. Every two minutes he glanced at the screen, waiting to receive another heart, or an "I love you, I miss you." He knew Heahmund was working, too - but his inner, offended side most wanted Heahmund to text him every second.

The distraction of the seminar made the day go by quickly, even though Ivar shut down easily; he barely listened, and when he fell into his bed at night, all the fierce violence of missing him came crashing down. It took him a few seconds, a few seconds and his little hyena, before he could breathe reasonably again and pull out his cell phone to call Heahmund.

"Hey, little guy. Are you okay?" Heahmund said; he sounded tired and exhausted, but tears immediately started to flow on Ivar's face.

"I want to go home, I don't feel like it anymore! I'm homesick as hell, and I already know I can't sleep in this shitty bed! Heahmund, come get me. You can work from here too!" Ivar grumbled, sniffling as Heahmund laughed softly.

"Babe, you know I can't do that. I've really had a lot of conversations today, and I'm really, really knackered. I'm about to go to sleep too."

"You sound really tired too. But still... How am I supposed to sleep without you?" Ivar whined softly as Heahmund tossed and turned, Ivar heard it clearly. "And you're not supposed to sleep on the couch, Heahmund."

"I'm about to go to bed. Are you stalking me?"

"No, but I know our couch." Ivar said, smiling slightly; although tears were running slightly from his eyes, he could not hide the smile. He hugged the hyena a little more to his chest, imagining for a moment that it was Heahmund's warm hand; it helped a little.

"You are unique, at least your ears are. Which, after all, only hear what they want to hear. I miss you, Ivar."

Ivar swallowed hard. "I miss you too."

"We can talk on the phone with video tomorrow, I'm really too tired today."

"All right. Sleep well, and don't touch yourself too much! I want the full load when I get back.", Ivar grinned slightly, and he heard Heahmund snort exactly: it was the snort that Ivar knew quite well he was imagining him naked, with Ivar lying underneath him, moaning and whimpering.

"Of course. The same goes for you. I want you trembling and fucking starved with me," Heahmund replied; "...I love you. If there's anything, get in touch!"

"I love you, too. Will do."

As soon as he hung up, Ivar's heart grew heavy again, terribly heavy. He felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest, almost crushing him. It was such a sickening feeling to be lying alone in this bed, so many miles from Heahmund.

"You're 20, you can do it," Ivar whispered to himself as he tucked himself in and snuggled comfortably. But no matter what he did, he couldn't sleep.

His thoughts kept circling around Heahmund, and his body and soul missed the man next to him just terribly. Ivar had the feeling that his body was in severe withdrawal, that he simply needed Heahmund to function at all. He remembered the smell, the so familiar smell of Heahmund's neck and chin as they lay over Ivar's head, taking him in; he remembered his fingers always sliding over Heahmund's chest, sometimes on shaved, smooth, skin, sometimes on something hairier... but either way, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world to sleep in Heahmund's warm embrace.

For as long as Ivar could remember, he had always slept with his head on Heahmund's chest or shoulder; he couldn't think of an evening when they hadn't somehow fallen asleep without physical contact. Even on the hottest summer nights, Ivar would always curl up against Heahmund's back like a little hedgehog, holding at least his one arm, no matter how much Heahmund grumbled in his half-sleep.

It was simply his means of falling asleep, of waking up, of feeling good all around. But now, so alone in this hotel room, he felt completely lost and abandoned. The pain after Heahmund's closeness was so gravely real that Ivar found it difficult to breathe normally at all; again and again small sobs interrupted his breathing, and he pressed the hyena very tightly against him; unfortunately, it no longer bore any traces of Heahmund's scent, and only now did Ivar remember that he had forgotten to pack a worn shirt of Heahmund's - and it was so bad for him in those seconds that he burst into sheer tears, which only subsided when he eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next two days were an absolute nightmare for Ivar. He didn't want to and couldn't eat anything, hardly felt like doing anything with the others even though the weather was wonderful - and he cried so terribly after every phone call with Heahmund that he always had to calm down before he could do anything else.

This feeling didn't go away either, and it got worse. This terrible feeling that a very primary part of him was missing, that his better and more beautiful half was simply missing. This missing squeezed all the nice feelings out of him and took over almost his entire daily life - so much so, that on the third day he was fed up and pretended to be sick so he could fly home.

He didn't tell Heahmund about all the action, because he would have just said, "You can't do that," and put on his dad look, along with his glasses, which he needed to work. But Ivar didn't care what he would think; he wrote to a work colleague of Heahmund's beforehand and asked her if he was in the office - when she answered in the affirmative, Ivar decided that he would wait for him at home as a surprise.

It was like a warm hug when Ivar unlocked the door to their apartment and smelled the scent of Heahmund still in the air; his heart was still burning, and he could hardly breathe with excitement - but finally he was home again.

Ivar felt a little bad that he had lasted such a short time and had only managed three days without Heahmund. But he knew that he would not have been able to stand it any other way, and no matter what Heahmund would say - he would just be glad to hold the man in his arms again. It would take away all the pain, and finally the endless burdensome pressure from his chest.

As he wandered through the apartment and looked around, he discovered slight chaos in some corners; but he was not angry. Rather, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, because he saw exactly that Heahmund seemed to need him in everyday life as much as Ivar needed him. As he was already unpacking his suitcase in the bedroom, he discovered the photo album of all their travels on Heahmund's bedside table; it was still open, and Ivar carefully took the book in his hands.

It showed a page with four pictures where they had been together in Egypt; there were pyramids in the background, and Ivar kissed Heahmund on the cheek while the older man grabbed his butt. It was a wonderful photo, and Ivar had to hold back his tears hard. It touched him more than anything that Heahmund had apparently looked at these pictures, even though he had seemed so tough on the phone. It was a moment that was so precious to Ivar - even though it was just a small, hidden detail in their otherwise great relationship.

As the evening approached, Ivar had almost prepared Heahmund's favorite meal; he had placed the little hyena in the hallway so that it would be the first thing the older man would see when he came into the apartment. And indeed - after a little while Ivar heard the lock of the door open, and someone standing in the hallway, puzzled. For a moment, nothing was heard - Ivar bit his lower lip in gleeful excitement before quietly sneaking around the corner of the hallway. He lurked around the corner and saw Heahmund perplexedly picking up the hyena and eyeing it in his hand, and once he had his eyes on this beautiful man, Ivar could wait no longer.

He jumped around the corner and threw himself into Heahmund's arms; the older man was a little startled, but he caught Ivar effortlessly and immediately took him deep and tight in his arms. He even lifted him up slightly with the embrace, and Ivar smiled broadly as Heahmund kissed him breathlessly, demanding.

"Oh fuck, I missed you so much, my little burglar." he murmured against Ivar's cheek, and Ivar took his face in both hands and kissed him again, firmly and intimately. Although tears were running down his cheek, he finally let go of that terribly heavy feeling of missing him, and he could finally breathe freely again. His arms wrapped around Heahmund's neck as tightly as he could, and the older man held him effortlessly in his strong arms.

"I escaped." Ivar admitted dryly, and Heahmund laughed softly.

"How did you do that again, huh?"

"I said I was too sick, and I just flew. Heahmund, I couldn't go on without you, I'm so damn starved and it hurt so much and... oh, the food!", Ivar groaned and pressed one last kiss on Heahmund before breaking free from the hug and running to the kitchen.

They spent a wonderful dinner together, and Ivar talked an incredible amount, though he didn't actually catch that much; but he was immensely satisfied when he was finally able to lie down in Heahmund's arms in the evening, and the older man pulled him into an intimate embrace on the sofa.

Ivar inhaled the smell of Heahmund deeply and firmly and swore to himself that he would never let him go - at most when he had to go to the bathroom. But that was it. Far too much had he missed the pressure of strong arms around him, and didn't want to be left alone for another minute.

When Heahmund wanted to get something to snack on from the kitchen, Ivar grumbled; but he clung with his arms around Heahmund's broad shoulders and let himself be carried like a little monkey all the way to the kitchen, where Heahmund finally had to laugh.

"What are you doing, huh? Are you my little spider monkey again?" he said, amused, and pushed Ivar onto the kitchen table; Ivar chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around Heahmund again, even though he actually wanted to go to the freezer to get some ice cream. But Ivar kept a tight grip on him, and additionally clamped his legs around Heahmund's hips.

The big man raised an eyebrow, slightly enraptured, and leaned down to Ivar; they kissed intimately, and Ivar felt Heahmund's warm hands slide under his shirt with a slight pleasant hum.

"Are you a little starved?" he murmured softly, and slowly began kissing Ivar's sensitive right side of his neck; a thousand butterflies raced through Ivar's body, and he opened his full lips slightly to let out a soft moan.

"Yes - starved for touch. After all, we have three days to make up, my big guy."

Heahmund's eyebrow rose again in rapture, and not a second passed before the two strong arms had Ivar firmly in their grasp once more, and they were kissing fiercely. And even as Heahmund pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, he knew for sure that he never wanted to be without this man for even one more day. Fuck the job - he didn't need money.

He just needed the full love and absolute closeness of this incredible man with him, forever.

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@youbloodymadgenius @jadelynlace @punkrocknpearls (Uh, I don't remember if it was you who wanted to be tagged in stuff like this? xD Otherwise, I'm so sorry! <3)

[shoutoismybaby]

Enouement- Ch 4

ch3/masterlist/ch5

Be prepared for some more angst!

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All of the memories you shared with Kaminari stormed through your mind. All the times he had kissed you. hugged you. The times he held you when you were crying.

Something that he wasn’t doing now. He was the one who caused you to be in this state in the first place, yet you didn’t blame him. The burn you were feeling all over your body could only be blamed on yourself.

If you had been more careful when you were with Bakugou you would have noticed someone watching the two of you. Or if you hadn’t been so clumsy you wouldn't have fallen in the first place. If you were smart enough you would have just sent him a text and not met up with Bakugou in the hallway.

Even better, if you weren’t a complete imbecile you would have gotten the abortion earlier so this never would have happened.

Or you would have at least known better to use protection from the beginning. You banked on good luck, but if today showed anything, it was that lady luck didn’t even know your name.

By now it was evident that the universe didn’t give a fuck about you. If the tears didn’t give it away, your inability to breathe without painful wheezing should have been signs enough.

You couldn't remember the last time you had cried so hard, knees pulled so close you your face you thought that your chest would be left bruised. But you didn't have time to think about that.

You needed to get up and think of a way to solve your problem. You were going to be a hero, after all, a hero needed to know how to solve problems. It shouldn’t be all that hard after all, you just needed to explain what had really happened with Bakugou.

Bakugou...

Of course! You just had to get Bakugou to tell him the truth. Bakugou wasn’t a liar after all, so Kaminari would believe him and you could get back together and forget this even happened. Everything would go back to normal and you wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

With a plan filling your heart with hope you were able to pull yourself up. You knew the lunch bell would ring soon so you made sure to wipe your eyes quickly before heading to their classroom, if you could catch Bakugou before he went into class then everything would be fine at the end of the day. He wouldn’t want to be even associated with cheating, so you had no doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to clear everything up. Even if it was in a way that included yelling and letting everyone in on your business. Still, it would be worth it if you could get Kaminari back.

The trek to class 3-A felt shorter than it usually did despite time having passed since the bell rang, perhaps because you were on a mission to fix your relationship, but more realistically because you had started running. Ignoring those who voiced concern for you as you rushed past them. You didn’t have time to tell your worried classmates why you were crying, you just needed to get to Kaminari.

The door was open when you arrived leading you to peak your head in without hesitation. Something you immediately regretted as you were not at all prepared for what your senses were exposed to.

The air felt tense, just as a group of students who crowded around a desk in the middle of the room were. It was Kaminari’s desk. You could see his face through the bundle of bodies. It was red, puffy, and shiny with both tears and snot. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but even worse were the sobs that racked his trembling frame.

You had only thought that he was at his worst before he left you alone in the stairwell, it was now clear that he was holding himself together in front of you. Perhaps one last grasp at the pride he thought he was losing. Obviously, the sight of his dearest friends made his exterior shatter, and now he looked akin to a toddler. So small and frightened, you had always looked up to him and his strength. Even when he himself couldn't see just how great he was, you always knew. The sight of him so vulnerable made your bones ache.

“M-maybe I deserved it?” The whimper released from the deflated blonde barely made its way to you, but you out of anyone could understand Kaminaris incoherent murmurs after being with him for so long. It hurt to hear. You wanted to scream at him, shake him. He never did anything wrong, he had and will never be deserving of having his heart broken in such a fashion. Yet, that was what was happening to him. You just needed to tell him the truth, maybe to just help him heal because the more you thought about it the more truth his words held for you.

Maybe you were the one who was undeserving of him. Everything happened for a reason, maybe this was the universe's way of letting him move on to better things. The pregnancy should have been a big enough hint to you that you weren’t meant to be after all. You were just too stupid to listen, and now you saw the consequences of your ignorance.

The person that meant most to you was now broken.

You had broken the person who meant the most to you.

And you needed to fix it.

Leaning further into the room you searched for the tuft of spiky blond hair. The only person who could really help you to rectify this situation. Only, you couldn’t spot him. Class was going to start soon and the absence of your savior caused your heart to race. You needed him so that you could stop Kaminari from hurting, that was all that mattered. But your train of bad luck only seemed to continue as your movement caught the attention of a certain pair of golden eyes. Ones who at the sight of you only welled up with more tears as a gut-wrenching sob left his figure. Instinctively your hand reached out, but quickly retracted when the attention of the group surrounding the wounded boy was drawn to you.

Never before had the gaze of others' eyes burned you so deeply. The various faces of people you had grown to laugh with had morphed into pure hatred. A hatred that made you tremble. Your mouth opened, only for its dryness to become apparent to you as you quickly shut it.

You weren’t even sure what you could say now.

“I didn’t cheat on him and the only person who can assure you of that isn’t here yet, but I swear I'm telling the truth!”

God, you were so stupid to think that you could just get everything to work out by telling the truth. And who was to say they would believe Bakugou anyway?

Sure, Bakugou was probably one of the most honest people you knew. But didn’t you just ruin his entire reputation?

You didn’t have much more time to think about what to say before the resident dual quirk user departed from the crowd. His glare was the only one that made you shiver, and you wondered how someone who also worked with fire could ever be so cold.

He stopped once he reached the doorway, you back out into the hall as your fight or flight response kicked in. It was clear that you were no longer a cute girlfriend from a different class. You were the traitor, and Todoroki’s eyes made sure to sculpt that message into your soul.

You didn’t belong there anymore, and you were prey because of that.

His tone was so hardened when it came out that you almost did a double-take. Its lowness you had only heard about from Kaminari in his tales of the league coming into contact with his class. You understand why he used that tone with you now. To him, you were a villain.

“I don’t know how someone like you got into UA, but you don't belong here.” Tears were barely able to swell into your eyes before you jumped, the door being slammed in your face.

You felt naive in that moment. Believing that anything could go right for you. You didn’t deserve it too. Obviously, you were a terrible person and that was why this was all happening. Todoroki was right, you didn't deserve to be here.

You did the only thing you could think to do next, turn and run. Your head pounded with each thud your feet hit against the tile floor. You felt awful and most likely dehydrated. Leaving you to sob dryly with little to no tears left to cool the heat of your face. All you wanted to do was cry your eyes out, but it seemed like you couldn't even do that right anymore. You felt like a failure. What kind of hero made someone as broken-hearted as you had. It no longer even mattered whether or not you had meant to, or even done what he was convinced. The way his friends were looking at you was the way you deserved to be glared at. Like a villain.

You intended to run until you made it out of the building, but you didn't make it that far. Instead, you ran into what must have been a wall as it didn't move at your impact. You looked up and rubbed at your nose that now throbbed like your heart. Only to be surprised when you instead came face to face with someone you didn’t even notice had been missing from the class 3-A. Eijirou Kirishima.

Your heart filled with hope for only a moment, as wherever Kiri was, Bakugou was close by. But the joy didn’t last for long as you remembered that you had probably just ruined everything for him, instead of him being the secret weapon you could use to fix everything.

“(L/n), are you alright?” Kirishima's soft eyes seemed like the most hopeful thing you had seen all day, despite your life only being ruined within the last 10 minutes.

“Kiri… where Bkauogu?” You asked, only to receive a huff from your left.

“Are you blind to you shitty girl?” Somehow, you found his yelling calming. At least, for now, you had two people that would believe in you, even if that decreased to one once they made it to class.

“Bakugou, you have to tell them.” Your relief only seemed to cause your body to cry even more. The whirlwind of emotions just didn’t seem to be able to stop. You took a few steps back from the boys and attempted to regain your bearings as your sleeves wiped at your face uselessly. Your skin only stung now, from being viciously massaged so many times already.

“What are you talking about?” Bakugou seemed more agitated now, though you could tell it wasn't at you. He was concerned to see you in such a state no matter how much he would eventually deny it.

“K-Kaminari.. He thinks that I-” Your throat seemed to close up at the thought of saying such terrible words. Kirishima's phone sounded off as you struggled to swallow the lump that prevented you from getting out what you needed to say. You at least needed them to know, for your own sanity more than anything else. You desperately needed them to know the truth.

“(L/n), I just got a text from Sero.” Your heart felt as though it had switched places with your stomach. “Did.. Did you really cheat on Kaminari?”

“NO!” It was the first time you really felt like you were able to defend yourself since this whole situation started. Even if it was through one word you arguably yelled much too loud.

“You cheated on him?!” Bakugou immediately yelled, apparently ignoring your previous comment. You glared at the blonde, suddenly overcome by burning anger.

If it wasn't for him and his stupid tsundere personality you wouldn't be here right now. A normal person would have just accepted the hug, or at least pushed you away gently. But NO. He had to do everything aggressively. Pushing you away so hard that he fell with you. Maybe if he wasn't so fucking loud no one would have acknowledged the two of you in the stairwell in the first place!

And now he was going to have the balls to ask you? If you cheated on Kaminari???!!!

“I said no!” You countered, your breathing came out in huffs. Enough that you could feel the oxygen course through your body just like your anger. “He got sent pictures, totally out of context... of earlier this morning when we were in the stairwell! And now he won't talk to me and everyone in your class hates me and no one is listening…”

In that moment you felt like Kaminari did earlier. All of your anger faded into complete despair. Did it even matter if two people knew the truth? Did the truth even matter?

Obviously, you were just a terrible person anyway. What kind of person lies to everyone they know? Especially their boyfriend, or what used to be… He deserved to know, you should have made that decision together. But you were being selfish and

Villainous.

You didn’t even deserve to be at UA. You didn't deserve to even be TRYING to be a hero. You didn't have the right to even know anyone from UA. You were scum compared to them.

The tears you thought had dried up just came back, causing you to miss the widened scarlet eyes of the boys before you. Only, neither of them could get a word out before a certain teacher rounded the corner.

“Why is it every time you are left unattended chaos ensues?” He asked, looking at the student he had mentored for three years now. His eyes flicked to you, “(L/n), you need to head for class. The bell is about to ring.”

“I-I know but-” You tried to figure something out. You didn’t even know what you were “but” ing for.

“No buts Miss (L/n), it's important that you train for the finals. You don't have the time to slack off.” He motioned for the boys to head to class, and they seemed stiff as they passed you. Probably still in shock. More Bakugou that Kirishima, considering Kirishima must have just been confused about what was going on.

“Please tell him! He doesn't deserve to think what the pictures show, I can't handle him being so broken.” You muttered out.

“(L/n), class. I dont know whats going on right now but I will not let it get in the way of your education. So I will not say it again.” Aizawa spoke, he only moves on when you began heading the way you had been running just a few minutes ago, knowing full well the last place you would be going was class. You felt empty by now, all the emotions that had crowded your brain earlier now fading out. Leaving you with nothing but the words the blonde last said to you before you passed him.

“I’ll tell him, (l/n).”

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Selfish Needs 

Katsuki tried so hard to remember how it happened last time.  How he and Izuku had even gotten to be alone together in the first place.  They hadn’t really even said anything.  They both just kind of read each other’s minds.  They synced together in a really harmonious kind of way and Katsuki didn’t know how to recreate that moment.  A text caught him off guard and he told Todoroki and Izuku to go ahead without him.  He waited and read the message from his mother: School called today.  We need to talk.

“Shit.” Katsuki said aloud.  He thought about calling her, right then and there.  He could just use his quirk to warm his body in the cold.  

“Hey there, hot stuff.” a voice said from behind him.  His quirk was set off slightly, but he suddenly grabbed his arms, muffling the crackling sounds when he saw Camie.

“What the fuck?” he asked her.  She exhaled deeply towards him and a phantom-like heart-shape flew out of her mouth.  “I could have killed you!”

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” her voice was so sensual.  “But I originally came here to see your friend.  We were going to meet up, but then I saw you and thought, ‘Hmmmm, how do I get that yummy thing again?’” She giggled.  “Care to join us?” she said, eyeing him up and down.  The heart disappeared into the air when it touched his face.  He shook his head, but when he took a step forward, she jumped in front of him.

“Fuck, Camie.  I can’t.” he told her, pushing her out of his way.  “Have fun with Kirishima.”

She pouted and said playfully, “Aw, but I wanted to have fun with you!”  She grabbed the top of his pants, and started to unfasten his belt and for a moment, he didn’t want to stop her.  But when he looked down, the red light on his ankle bracelet blinked at him—a reflection in the snow, reminding him that he really needed to get back to the dorms.

“No.”  he said sternly as the lazily snowfall began to swirl in the wind.

“Let’s keep the night going.  I didn’t know how strong you’re quirk had gotten until the other night and I have to say,” she stood on her toes to reach his ear and whispered, “That really turns me on—,” He used an arm and pushed her out of the way.  

“If you want me to use my quirk to move you, I will.” he stared down at her.  

She rolled her eyes.  “Fine. I just—I don’t get to have fun. And the other night was so great. I hadn’t ever done anything like what we did.  I was just looking for it again.”

“I have other things to focus on.” he said sharply.  But she placed her hand on the front of his pants.  He took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air. “Don’t look so desperate.”

Her face drastically changed into slightly into a confused look, but there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes.  “There’s someone else, isn’t there?” she asked.  “Isn’t there?!”  

‘How the fucking hell did she know?’ He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

“Who is she?”  She thought for a moment.  “Is it the girl with the creation quirk?  Or the pink one who can spit acid or whatever?”  

He huffed, but then asked himself:  ‘Christ, has she studied our whole fucking class?’  Not wanting to listen anymore, he shrugged, putting one of his headphones back in his ear, and started to walk away.  “Let it go, Camie.  Let’s just call what happened the other night a one-time thing and move on.” he said.  “Try not to corrupt Kirishima.” he said, walking away.  To make sure she didn’t follow him, he turned around before entering the dorm and she was gone.  

He walked to his room and seeing his school work, he picked it up and unlocked his door. The amount of work he had to complete before tomorrow was insane, but he remembered he’d been gone for a while, so he figured Izuku had completed at least some of it.  He hummed and took his blue P.E. uniform off.  Trying to get his pants over his ankle bracelet was rough, but he wasn’t going to let it deter him.  He was going to see Izuku.  Tonight. To at least just ask Izuku to hold him if nothing else.  “I need a fucking shower.” Wrapping a towel around his waist, he opened his bathroom door that was in his room and turned the water on.  Steam started to fill the bathroom, but just before getting in, he heard a loud knock at his door.  

‘Izuku?’ he thought, his mind totally fixated.  He rushed to the door to find not Izuku, but Mr. Aizawa.  He gulped. ‘Fuck, could the ankle bracelet read minds too?  Did Aizawa know what he was planning?’  “Today’s lesson was hard enough and I have a lot of school work to do, so make this quick.”

Aizawa crossed his arms.  “I’ll dismiss the tone, but lose the attitude.  Anyway, that girl you went to see from Shiketsu?” he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding up a picture of Camie. “We got a call from her school.  Apparently, she’s missing.”

Finally, someone fucking noticed she was gone.  “No, she isn’t.  I saw her on the walk home.”  Aizawa’s hair started to go up and Bakugou changed his tone slightly. “She’s an illusionist and I walked into her trap by accident.  But don’t worry, I’m here for the night.”  

The question arose in his mind: should he tell Aizawa that maybe he should check on Shitty Hair?  He thought about the other day, how if the boys had just told the teachers what they thought Katsuki was going to do instead of fighting them, maybe things would have turned out differently.  Maybe Izuku wouldn’t have gotten hurt because of him.  He sighed and told Aizawa, “She and Kirishima have been texting each other. He mentioned to me that he wanted to go see her.”

“He—what?  He can’t leave his room with the faculty knowing.” Aizawa said, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a tracking device.  There were four green dots on it and when Aizawa hit a button, the screen changed to a 3D layout of the building, also showing where they were.  

“He’s figured out a way to take it off—” Katsuki said under his breath, but didn’t get a chance to finish.  Upon hearing that, Aizawa ran down the hall and pushed the door to the stairs open.  A few of the students opened their doors, exchanging looks with one another.  Katsuki, realizing he was still in a towel, moved back into his room, closing the door and then, with his back pressed against it, sank to the floor.  “Why can’t I just see him?”  He covered his face with his hands, breathing heavily.  After this, Aizawa would for sure make sure the boys couldn’t leave their rooms.  Remembering the water was still on from his shower, he decided taking one would be a good thing.  

Once inside, he pictured holding Izuku, their naked bodies pressed against one another.  Water hitting their shoulders, dripping down the sides of Izuku’s lean torso.  He pictured what the water would do to the wet curls, bending the hair into soft waves.  Katsuki leaned his back against the cold tile, letting his dick grow in his hands as he thought about the two of them.  The water wasn’t nearly as hot now and despite that, Katsuki let it run down his body.

But just as he started to enjoy himself, the school alarms went off. He cursed, knowing exactly why: Shitty Hair wasn’t in his room.

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Katsuki found himself literally being thrown on the floor in Aizawa’s room next to Kaminari.  He was hoping Izuku might be next to come in, but it was just the two of them.  He knew exactly why he was there, but Kaminari, too?

“I’ll get to the point: Where is Kirishima?” Aizawa asked.  The two of them said nothing, only looking up at their teacher.  “You two have information about it, so tell me.”  They were both quiet until they heard Mr. Aizawa’s raised voice say, “I know both of you know something of importance.”

“I already told you, he’s going to see that Shiketsu girl.” Katsuki reminded him. “Earlier during our lunch break, we were talking and he has this fantasy that—,” he thought for a moment before saying, “—that it’ll somehow many him more of a man.”

Kaminari added,  “He said something about a sort of group thing?”  Even Katsuki could tell me knew something more.  He was a terrible liar.

Aizawa stood up straight.  “What group?”  

“He said he was going to a quirk fight.” Kaminari said at last.

Aizawa closed his eyes.  “Well, this should be interesting.”

“What’s a quirk fight?” Katsuki asked.  

“Illegal underground fights take place between groups.  There are really no rules to these fights.”

“Like the sports festival?” Katsuki asked.

“No.  They are normally fights to the death.” Aizawa told them.  Katsuki blinked.  How does Camie know where one is? But he truthfully didn’t want to know the answer to that question.  Like he was going to read Katsuki’s mind, Aizawa asked, “Is Kirishima going to fight?”

Kaminari raised his shoulders.  “I really don’t know.”

“Do you Bakugou?” Aizawa asked.  

Katsuki shook his head.  “This is the first time I’m hearing about it.”

“Fine.”  But the way he said it made Katsuki think Aizawa didn’t believe him.  Not that Katsuki could blame his teacher. “This does not give you an excuse to be reckless and take matters into your own hands. Go back to bed.”

The boys left, but there was a sullen feeling in the air.  An illegal fight? If Kirishima fought—'NO!’ His mind yelled at him.  His friend is not dead.  Did he owe Kirishima?  He didn’t even know where to start looking.  Kirishima was powerful, but all it takes is someone with a strong quirk to out match him and he’s gone.  

He unlocked his phone and sent a text: ‘Shitty Hair, you better be okay.’  But no response came.  It didn’t even say he read the message.  On the way back to their rooms, it looked like everyone from the class had gathered together.  No doubt by now, they had all figured out what was going on.  They all looked at the two of them, a few asking questions, which Kaminari answered hesitantly.  

“Are you okay?” Kaminari asked as Katsuki passed him on his way to his room.  He stopped and turned around.  

All eyes were on him.  He could feel them.  But no, he wasn’t okay.  He should have told Kirishima weeks ago he didn’t want to text Camie to ask her to come to the fucking dance.  Katsuki knew she was a wild card, yet he contacted her anyway.  He even fucked her, probably making Kirishima feel like once again he was beneath Katsuki and less of a man.  Katsuki’s eyes wandered around the room until they fell onto Izuku.  

“I’m going to bed.  None of you extras go after him or I’ll kick your ass.”

The others turned their attention to Kaminari, who was answering their questions as best he could. He started to walk away when he heard, “I’m worried about you, Kacchan.” Izuku told him.  

‘He…what?’  Katsuki turned and almost regretted doing so.  Izuku was standing so close to him.  ‘Why?  Has it always been you?’  He was so damn cute.  Even in this moment, Izuku’s curly hair was disheveled and he had dark circles under his eyes—he probably hadn’t gotten much sleep either, with all the extra work Aizawa gave them.  But there was concern in his eyes.  Of course he was concerned for Kirishima, but it was deeper than that.  Katsuki would know that look anywhere:  Izuku was worried about him.  Katsuki stepped towards him and asked, “Can we talk?”

Izuku looked a little surprised at that.  “Right now?”

“Yeah, now.” Katsuki said.  He looked at the group of people in the common area, and whispered, “But it can’t be here.”

“We could go to my room?” Izuku said.  His room?  He could feel his heart beating hard against his ribcage and has never agreed to anything faster.  The two of them walked over to the elevator and the doors opened.  He was so ready, after everything that had happened, to just be alone with Izuku.  As they entered the elevator together, Katsuki’s happiness soon disappeared because before the doors shut, he saw a hand stop them from closing entirely. The doors reopened and in walked Shinsou.  

He entered the elevator and when the doors shut, Katsuki asked, “What the hell do you want?”  

“I have a question for the both of you.” Shinsou said.  He looked at Katsuki.  The elevator started to move as he asked, “I could put you both to sleep tonight if you wanted.  Kaminari asked me for the same thing a couple nights ago.  The effects seem to wear off when I fall asleep, so if it’d be hard for you guys—,”

Everyone was quiet in the elevator and they all got off at Izuku’s floor.  “Sure.” Izuku said at last.  “It’ll keep me from wanting to go get him.  Kacchan said he wanted to talk to me first—,”

“We’ll talk later or whatever.” Katsuki said.  Maybe this was a sign?  “Just try not to do anything stupid, nerd.”

“Yeah, you too.” Izuku said before heading off into his room. Katsuki got a quick peek at his ass as he walked away.  He smirked as he got on the elevator, but just before the doors closed, Izuku took one look back, over his shoulders at Katsuki.  Katsuki shuddered at the quick glance from Izuku.  It took all of Katsuki’s might to not tell Shinsou to go fuck himself, step off the elevator and go after him.  

But the doors closed and Katsuki took a quick look at Shinsou.  “You know I hate you, right?”

Shinsou shrugged his shoulders and placed a hand behind his head. “A couple of the other students asked me to put them to sleep for the night.  School’s been cancelled for tomorrow, so you could probably sleep in if you wanted to.  I thought you wouldn’t get any sleep otherwise.” Shinsou said calmly.  

“Who else are you putting to sleep?” Katsuki asked.  

“So far just Kaminari and Midoriya.  But I assume others will ask as well.” Shinsou said.  “It’s a simple yes or no.  I just thought I’d ask since he was your friend.”

The elevator door opened on their floor and they stepped out.  The obvious answer for Shinsou was yes, but Katsuki had been looking forward to seeing Izuku alone.  He didn’t even want sex, he just wanted Izuku, to be in his arms, having Izuku rub his shoulders, run his fingers through his hair.  “Up to you.  I’ll be awake for a bit and I’m only down the hall from you.  Let me know—,”

“Yes!” Katsuki said loudly. Katsuki cleared his throat. “Yes, I want you to put me to sleep.” Shinsou started to walked away as an idea popped into Katsuki’s head.  “Shinsou!” Shinsou stopped walking and turned. Katsuki walked over to him and said quietly, “I have a request.”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow.  “I don’t really take requests.  But I guess since you’re the one who is probably affected by this the most, then it depends on what it is.”

They were now in front of Katsuki’s door.  “I want you to change your voice.”

“What?” Shinsou asked.  

“I just—it’s my fault Kirishima’s out there.” Katsuki told him.  

“So, you want me to change my voice to Kirishima’s?” Shinsou asked. “That’s what you’re asking?”

“No.  Not exactly.” Katsuki said.  He opened his door and pulled Shinsou inside the dark room.  “The other night, Deku and I—I don’t know how to explain it, but he kind of lured me to sleep.”  

Shinsou didn’t seem surprised.  “Huh.  You want me to change my voice to Midoriya?  Why not actually get him to—lure you back to—,”

“Dammit, I know how it sounds!” Katsuki banged his hands against the desk.  A small crackle came from his hands.  “But it’s not like that. And we’re on house arrest and Aizawa can track our movements through the dorm.” Katsuki said.  “Otherwise, I would have asked him to help me out in person.”

Shinsou thought about it for a moment before saying, “How did he lure you to sleep?”

Katsuki’s didn’t make eye contact with Shinsou as he said, “He just held me.”

“That’s it then, huh?” Shinsou asked and Katsuki nodded.  “Sure, get into bed and close your eyes. Otherwise you’ll know it’s just me. I’m gonna go get the voice changer.” Katsuki climbed into bed, hearing the door close behind him.  He pulled the blanket over him and waited for a moment before hearing a knock at the door.

“Kacchan?” chills ran down Katsuki’s spine at the sound. “Kacchan, it’s me.” the voice said.  Katsuki’s heart pounded loudly in his chest.  It sounded exactly like Izuku, but Katsuki knew better than to open his eyes. If he saw that it was Shinsou with his voice changer, he would certainly feel differently. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.  Come in, nerd.” Katsuki said, closing his eyes tighter hearing the creak of the door open and close behind him.  His head suddenly became lightheaded as he heard two footsteps enter the room.  He exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath the whole time.

“Kacchan.” the voice said again and he felt a weight at the foot of the bed.  “Let me hold you again.  Like the other night.”  Katsuki nodded and wanted to open his eyes as he felt the weight on the bed shift.  The weight of a body overtook him, mounting from atop Katsuki.  Don’t you dare open your eyes.  he told himself.  Just let this happen.  “Don’t move.  Keep your eyes closed.” The flute whispered, feeling a warm breath on his ear.  He felt even more lightheaded than before, but his eyes were now sealed shut.  So, this is what it’s like to be brainwashed by Shinsou?  It feels so real.  He felt strong fingers wrap around the back of his neck.  

“Shinsou—,” Katsuki started to say, but the other hand covered his mouth. 

“I’m not Shinsou.” The hand moved away from his mouth and he felt warm lips press against his, softly at first like kissing a cloud.  Katsuki started to move his hands, to touch him, to feel his body, but his wrists were grabbed and he was pinned against his mattress. “Don’t move again or I’ll leave. Nod if you understand.”  It was Izuku’s voice, but there was no whine, no strain in it.  It was commanding.  Katsuki nodded.  He felt the heat from his body melt through him.  He didn’t care if this was Shinsou or not, Katsuki wanted it.  Their lips crashed together again, kissing until they were both gasping for air.  He tasted citrus tea and as saliva was swapped, passion pulsed through him. He couldn’t tell if he tasted desire or if it was his own that he drank up.  He was so sure it was Izuku, refusing to listen to the persistent doubts in his mind.  “Do you want this from me, Kacchan?”

“I want you, Deku.”

“Then sleep, Kacchan.” and Katsuki’s world went almost immediately black.

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[artificialqueens]

Torn (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: the Biadore drought was killing me so I had to write something. Enjoy!

She really did it this time. All Adore wanted was to have a glass of wine and relax on the couch while she waited for Bianca to come home, but she had gotten distracted by a beautiful sparkling dress that she noticed through the cracked open door of Bianca’s sewing room. The way the light reflected off the sequins and gems scattered around the fabric was enough to draw her fully into the room.

“This must be the super expensive one she told me about” Adore thought to herself as she ran her tattooed fingers over the dark fabric. God, it was beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful garment Adore had ever seen.

After picking it up and holding it against herself in the mirror, she twirled around, loving the way the dress flowed in the breeze. It would be a crime to not try it on, she thought. Bianca didn’t have to know, right?

To Adore’s dismay, moments later she discovered that she had been bluntly WRONG. The ripping sound that came from the dress as she pulled it up over her waist was enough to make her heart stop.

“Fuck” she whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself not to panic.

Hesitantly, she turned towards the mirror and opened her eyes to examine the damage. Right below the zipper was large tear, splitting the dress a few inches farther than the zipper intended.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do?!” Adore exclaimed to the empty room, shimmying out of the garment as carefully as possible. She put her own clothes back on and paced back and forth, running her hands through her messy blonde hair.

“The sewing machine!” Her brain reasoned,momentarily forgetting the fact that she didn’t know how to use it.

She rushed over to the small machine on the table and turned it on. Unfortunately, that was the only thing she remembered how to do from her short sewing lesson with Bianca last year.

“I’m so fucked” she groaned, falling into the chair.

As if on cue, she heard the front door slam and her body prepared itself for her second heart attack of the day. Bianca was home and she was going to kill her.

She considered hiding the dress, or putting it back where she found it and letting Bianca discover the tear sometime when Adore would hopefully be far far away from here. But Adore was terrible at keeping secrets and she new Bianca would immediately sense that she was hiding something.

“Adore? Can you come help me with these bags? Today was awful and I’m fucking exhausted.” Bianca’s gravely voice called.

“One second!” Adore called back, panicking even more now that she knew Bianca’s day hadn’t gone well. Bianca was clearly already irritated and Adore was about to make it 10 times worse.

Bracing herself for the quite literal hurricane Bianca she was about to face, she grabbed the dress and hid it behind her back as she approached the living room.

“Fucking bitch” Bianca muttered, accidentally dropping one of the bags she was carrying before noticing Adore hovering in the doorway.

“Are you gonna keep gawking at me or are you gonna come help?” Bianca asked, a phrase that would usually hold some humor if it wasn’t for these circumstances.

“Uh, Yanx?” Adore asked timidly. “I have to tell you something first…”

Bianca sighed deeply, setting down the things she had been holding. “What did you do?”

Adore emerges from her hiding spot behind the door-frame and holds the dress out in front of her. “So I kind of…um…ripped your new dress…but I swear I didn’t mean to! I wanted to try it on but then I couldn’t fit it and it just-“

“This is exactly why I told you not to touch my shit!” Bianca exclaimed, rushing forward to snatch the garment from Adore’s shaking hands.

“I-I tried to fix it but I didn’t know how and I’m so sorry-”

“I can’t fucking believe you! I leave you alone for 2 hours…”

“Bianca seriously, it was an accident! I can help fix it if you show me how.”

“I think you’ve done enough.”

“B-but Bianca I-“

“Go home, Danny.”

The use of her real name made Adore realize that Bianca meant business. She wanted to argue but the words couldn’t get past the lump in her throat. Instead, she pushed past Bianca, grabbing her leather jacket from the couch and hurrying out the door, aggressively slamming it behind her.

The whole apartment shook as Bianca was left holding her newly damaged dress. She heaved a loud sigh as the guilt began to creep in.

The dress really didn’t matter. It would be an easy fix and she knew it. The worst part was that she had taken out her negative feelings and emotions about her own shitty day on the younger queen. Adore didn’t deserve that, and Bianca would spend many hours regretting the fact that she had probably just made her friend cry.

Deciding to give Adore some time to cool down, Bianca headed to her sewing room and went to work fixing the dress. A few hours later it looked good as new. Picking up her phone, there were no messages from Adore.

This sent another pang of guilt through Bianca’s chest. Usually the younger would always be the first to try to fix things when shit went down between them. But not this time.

Putting her own stubbornness aside, Bianca typed out a simple message to Adore.

BDR: I fixed the dress.

No response.

It was pretty late at this point. Wondering if Adore had gone to sleep, she waited about 10 minutes before sending the next message.

BDR: I’m sorry I yelled at you.

Still no response.

A few moments later she heard knocking at the door.

Bianca had a feeling she knew who’d be there. Only one person ever showed up at this hour. She found her suspicion to be correct when she swung the door open and saw those familiar shiny doe eyes staring back at her.

“Pussyface…” Bianca said, voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“I couldn’t sleep knowing you’re mad at me…” Adore confessed, looking at the floor.

“Hey, no, it’s okay” Bianca soothed, ushering the younger into the apartment and wrapping her arms around her. “I’m not mad anymore. I overreacted earlier and I’m sorry.”

“You scared me, B. You never yell at me…” Adore said, shuttering at the memory.

“It won’t happen again, okay? Not like that. I took my anger out on you and you didn’t deserve that.” Bianca told her, also shuttering at the mental image of Adore’s hurt and confused expression after she had yelled at her.

“S’okay” Adore mumbled into her shoulder.

“But hey, I fixed the dress! Wanna see it?” Bianca asked with a grin, holding Adore at arms length.

“Are you sure you want me near it?” Adore asked with a sad smile.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “C’mon, asshole” she said, grabbing Adore’s tattooed hand and pulling her towards the sewing room.

[echoes-of-realities]

sacred texts on post-it notes

Just a short fic because I work the next seven days and was inspired by The Worst Day at Work I’ve Ever Had.

Title from “Taste” by Sleeping at Last

[Read on ao3]

Santana had a shitty day at work; one of those days were everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

It started out awful because Brittany left for work before Santana woke up so she didn’t even get to see her wife in the morning, which always makes her even more grumpy than normal. It was stupidly-sticky-hot even at seven thirty in the morning and Santana’s shirt was already sticking to her lower back by the time she started her shift at eight. But that was only the beginning of one awful thing after another; she got screamed and honked at for walking on the sidewalk (though that was a pretty normal incidence in Santana’s daily life so it didn’t really affect her mood, New York’s like that), the cook was late so Santana got the pleasant job of informing all the in a hurry patrons that they’d have to wait, she got yelled at by a grumpy old man for giving him cutlery with water spots, the dishwasher broke down right in the middle of the lunch rush and they had to waste time hand washing everything, patrons got frustrated by the slow times and left awful tips, one of the other waitresses was training and the new hire ran bucket-of-dirty-dishes-first into Santana and broke a bunch of plates, another waitress called in sick so they were short staffed and Santana only got to take one of her breaks, some dumb volunteers for the Sunday afternoon entertainment shoved knives at her blade first and shallowly sliced open her right palm (which was honestly more annoying than painful), the waiter on the shift after hers came late so she had to stay even longer, and, to top it all off, when she bent down to pick up some crayons a kid dropped while she was leaving a bowl of soup fell on her head.

The only good thing about her day will be coming home to her wife, who would pout sympathetically and wrap her into the hug Santana so desperately needed. All she wants to do is go home and take a hot shower and get the remnants of tomato soup out of her hair, and then spend the rest of the evening cuddling with Brittany.

Except, when she gets home, there is no sign of her wife. Brittany worked this morning but had the rest of the day off, and she should have been puttering around the kitchen and making supper like she always does when she’s home first, except the apartment is empty. There’s no quiet music drifting from the kitchen, no pots and pans being moved around on the stove, no scent of spices filling the apartment, no creaking floor under dancing socked feet, and no hey honey called through the apartment followed by a welcome home kiss. The only sign of life is Lord Tubbington wandering into the front hallway at the sound of the door slamming shut behind Santana.

“Hey Tubbs,” Santana says as the cat winds himself around Santana’s ankles, licking at the soup staining her pant leg, “Where’s our girl?” Lord Tubbington tips his head back and meows up at Santana, and Santana just rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know how you operate. Food first, answers later.” Santana drops her keys and wallet and phone on the kitchen counter as Lord Tubbington follows her for his supper, purring the whole way because he knows food is coming. “You’d be the worst protector in the world if someone broke in here,” Santana continues conversationally, “I doubt you’d even lift a paw to save us.”

Lord Tubbington just meows his agreement and waits impatiently for his supper. “Here you go, you dumb cat,” Santana mutters fondly. She turns and surveys the kitchen; Brittany’s coffee cup and cereal bowl are still sitting in the sink, but there’s a pile of mail on the table that wasn’t there this morning. Santana flips through the pile, sorting them into flyers and bank statements and bills to pay. Tubbs crunches his food loudly behind her, his tail twitching in happiness as he stuffs his face. Santana runs a hand through her hair but cringes as she hits the crusty, dried soup; she had tried to rinse some of it out in the bathroom before she left, but eventually she just gave up. Back in Lima, when she was insecure and scared, she would have never ever dared to show her face with soup dried in her hair, but here in New York, comfortable with herself and her life, she knows that she won’t even be the strangest person on the Subway today.

She groans and crosses the kitchen for her phone, intending to find out where her wife is and whether or not she has time for a shower before she comes home, when bright green catches her eye. There’s a frog shaped Post-it note stuck to the kitchen breakfast bar (because Brittany thinks they’re much cuter than the boring yellow ones, and who is Santana to argue with that logic), the sharpie words large and looping and familiar as Santana picks it up. Went to pick up something for supper, the note reads, Be back soon wifey. Love you, xoxo.

Santana can’t help but smile at the note; even though Brittany isn’t even home right now, she still somehow manages to turn Santana’s whole shitty day around. Santana carefully presses the adhesive strip back into the counter and grins at it again before heading to their bedroom. She strips by the hamper, careful to make sure she doesn’t drip any of the day’s awfulness onto the carpet, and drapes her work clothes over the edge to deal with later before heading for a much needed shower. She spends longer than she usually would under the hot spray, washing away the day, and when she gets out she feels refreshed and human again.

Warm spices fill her nose as soon as Santana opens the bathroom door, and she can hear Brittany puttering around the kitchen now, closing cabinets and jiggling cutlery. Santana sheds her towel and pulls on a pair of sleep shorts and one of Brittany’s university hoodies; the sleeves fall down past her fingertips, but it’s soft and comfortable and it smells like Brittany every time she breathes in. Santana takes a quick detour back to the bathroom to throw her towel back onto the shower rod, because Brittany being annoyed at her for leaving another wet towel on the carpet would be just icing on a really terrible cake.

Lord Tubbington meets her at the bedroom door with a haughty yawn. Santana sticks her tongue out at him as he struts into their bedroom, making himself comfortable on his cat bed. Santana loves Tubbs, but she doesn’t feel the least bad in banning him from the bed; though it actually has less to do with Santana being strict when it comes to him and more to do with him being really fat and the bed being to high for him to jump onto.

Santana heads to the kitchen, pausing in the entryway and leaning against the wall with a soft smile. Brittany is dancing around the kitchen, humming along to the radio in the corner, doing that cute little butt wiggle that means she’s happy and relaxed. The source of the delicious scent is the chilli simmering on the stove while Brittany tidies up the kitchen, one of Santana’s favourite comfort meals, especially when it’s Brittany who’s making it. Brittany catches her out of the corner of her eye and her face stretches into a warm, radiant smile, her blue eyes sparkling and her freckled cheeks scrunched up; despite living in New York, the June sun still freckles Brittany’s skin the same way it did when they spent their summers living in their backyards from sunup to sundown back in Lima, and the familiar sun-speckled smile makes Santana fall in love with her all over again.

“Hey honey,” Brittany greets as she crosses the kitchen to Santana, and Santana melts with all the warmth of a kitten curling into a sunbeam.

“Hey, Britt-Britt,” Santana murmurs. Brittany leans in to kiss her, and Santana’s hands fall to Brittany’s hips; she softens and tension she didn’t even realize was in her shoulders and back fades away under Brittany’s gentle ministrations. Brittany kisses her for so long that all of Santana’s annoyance at the day completely fades away until all that’s left are lips on hers and arms around her shoulders and BrittanyBrittanyBrittany. Everything, all of the irritable customers and frustrating staff and hot soup on her neck, simplifies and fades and Santana melts into Brittany’s arms.

Brittany kisses her until Santana pulls back, and then she kisses her even more, peppering kisses across her mouth and chin and cheeks. “Hi,” Santana whispers.

Brittany giggles and kisses her again. “Hi. How was your day?” she whispers back, her voice sweet and welcoming; she sounds like home and everything good in the world.

Santana groans and buries her face in Brittany’s chest. “Awful. But it’s better now.”

Brittany runs her hands over Santana’s back, one hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back and the fingertips of her other hand probing underneath her damp hair and stroking the skin on the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to rise. “What was the worst part?”

Santana smiles as she thinks, running over the shitty highlight reel of the day; it’s a game they’ve played since they were little, where they always ask about the worst and the best parts of bad days, because Brittany always believed, even at about five years old, no matter how bad something is, there’s always something good in return. “The soup bowl that fell on my head,” she decides. The entire day was one worse thing after another, but the feeling of warm soup soaking her hair and slipping down the back of her shirt collar definitely takes the cake.

“Aww, honey,” Brittany coos, pressing soft kisses to Santana’s temple. “That’s why you took such a long shower.” Santana nods against Brittany’s chest and breathes in deeply, the familiar scent of coconut, honeysuckle, and jasmine soothing her; they’re all scents that Santana’s associated with home for most of her life, Brittany’s shampoo and body wash and perfume. “And the best part?” Brittany asks.

Santana doesn’t even need a moment to think about her answer. “Coming home to you.”

Brittany chuckles. “But I wasn’t even here when you got home.”

Santana shrugs and nuzzles further into Brittany, her fingers slipping under the hem of Brittany’s shirt and finding solace in her wife’s warm skin. “It was a really shitty day,” Santana admits, “But just the thought of getting to go home to you got me through. And even if you weren’t actually here, that note you left just reminded me that no matter how awful my day is, I always have you, in some shape or form, to come home to.”

Brittany makes a pleased noise and, when Santana draws back to look up at her, she looks like she can’t quite believe Santana’s real, shaking her head with a soft smile, adoring and bright. “You’re cute,” she says, “I’m so glad we made a home together.”

Santana leans up to kiss Brittany around her smile.

They eat their chilli curled together on the couch, watching Netflix and making fun of the plot and continuity and poor writing until Santana’s eyes are drooping and she’s dozing off against Brittany’s shoulder. Brittany extracts herself from Santana for about ten minutes to clean up supper. She returns to a barely awake Santana, and presses a kiss to her forehead before carefully moving Santana around so she can slip in behind her, moulding herself to Santana’s back and snuggling into her. Santana clumsily strokes Brittany’s forearms where they curl around her stomach, sleepy and soft.

“Love you, Britt-Britt,” Santana mumbles.

Brittany smiles into the mess of dark hair against her face, dropping kisses to Santana’s hairline. “Love you too, honey,” she whispers, but Santana is already asleep, her shitty day long forgotten in the circle of Brittany’s arms.

[embracetheapocalypsewithme]

Irrational Fears

So, to deal with my anxiety over tomorrow’s issue, I wrote up my contribution for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Fall into Negan Challenge. My prompt was “Scary Movies”, and I went full on narcissistic rampage by doing a self-insert. I regret nothing. Enjoy!

Summary: Negan catches his newest wife, Bridget, watching a horror movie in his bed. After some tension she gets him to watch it with her and inadvertently reveals a closely-kept secret about her fearless leader.

Word Count: 1,626

Warnings: Light smut, mention of animal cruelty, language

Irrational Fears

“Why the fucking fuck do you watch this shit anyway?”

Bridget’s eyes flashed up from the TV screen in front of her, the reflected colours of the movie’s images dancing across her features in the darkened room. Her eyebrows furrowed a little bit as she regarded the large, leather-jacketed man looming over her spot on the plush bed.

“It’s not ‘shit’; it’s entertaining. And I love horror movies…have since I was a child.”

“Yeah, but why? The world’s fucking horrifying as it is, so why watch more scary shit?” his eyes flitted between the brunette taking up residence in his bed and the screen.

“I guess it’s an escape? To kind of…immerse yourself in someone else’s problems for a while? To feel concerned about something other than your own shitty life? Or something like that. I don’t know! It’s like…roller coasters!”

“What? In what fucking way?”

“You know, some people love them and others hate them, and it’s hard for the people who love them to make the people who hate them understand why they love them…” she trailed off for a moment, “Anyway! You’re making me miss half the movie. Are you gonna sit down and watch with me or not?”

Negan shrugged and stripped off his jacket before tossing it aside and hopping onto the bed beside his newest wife. The motion caused the mattress to bob up and down like a boat going over a wave for a moment. Bridget pressed her lips together in an attempt to hide her annoyance.  

“So, what the fuck are we watching today?”

“It,” she replied simply.

“It what? Finish your sentences, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be condescending,” her tone lowered for a moment before lightening again, “It is the name of the movie. It’s about this creepy entity that tries to kill a bunch of kids, and it can take on any form it wants so it chooses to be a scary fucking clown. It’s got Tim Curry in it!”

Her final words were lost as Negan hurriedly grabbed the remote control from her lap and clicked off the TV.

“Nope! No fucking way! Fuck that noise right in the motherfucking ear!”

“What? What do you have against Tim Curry? Are you afraid of how good he looks in a corset?” the younger woman teased.

“No, it’s not fucking Tim Curry. He was a beautiful man.”

“Damn straight!” she interjected.

“I just hate…uh…I hate…fucking…period pieces! This is set in the 50s, right?”

Bridget’s eyes narrowed, “Yes. Yes it is. But that was a way more violent reaction than was necessary for a period piece aversion. Are… youuuu afraid of clowns…or something?”

“No! What? No, I’m fucking not!”

“Yes you are! I figured it out! You’re terrified of clowns!”

“Bridget. Baby. Come on. How the fuck am I going to be a big fucking bad-ass, cracking skulls and fighting walkers all day, and be afraid of a fucking clown?” he grinned down at her, but his eyes still darted around her face, giving the impression of uncertainty.

“Ok then,” she replied coolly, “Then you won’t mind if I finish my movie.”

“Go right the fuck ahead,” he crossed his arms over his broad chest defiantly.

“Great!”

Grabbing the remote control, Bridget clicked the film back on. They sat side by side on the bed, watching in silence. She felt Negan relax next to her as nothing much was happening on the screen; the movie could have been a typical coming of age drama at this point. Eventually there came a scene with a young boy taking a shower after gym class. Tense music started up, building the suspense until the floor of the shower stall crumbled upward to allow the killer clown to appear.

Negan shifted uncomfortably in his seat next to her, and she thought that she heard him groan softly. Ignoring this, the smaller woman continued to watch the scene unfold, but her attention was partially diverted by her viewing partner’s squirming.

Now Pennywise was taunting the boy, telling him about all of the terrible things he would do to him and his friends once he caught up to them. Was it her imagination, or could she feel Negan shudder a little beside her?

The pinnacle of the scene’s scare was the head of the clown bobbing downward for a moment, with only the top of his red hair visible. After a few seconds his face rose to confront the viewer, but now his eyes were amber-coloured and his mouth was full of sharp, yellowed fangs.

The creature emitted a terrifying sound and the boy on the screen screamed. At the very same moment Negan grabbed the remote once more to turn the movie off in a flurry of explicatives.

“I knew it!” Bridget poked the man in one of his muscular arms, “You are afraid of clowns!”

“No! I just don’t-“

“Just admit it. There’s no shame in it. Everyone has irrational fears.”

“No, that’s not what this is about!” he raised his voice, doubling down on his assertion, “This is about watching stupid, fucking scary shit in a world that’s basically a horror movie anyway. What kind of weirdo fucking does that shit?”

Bridget felt her face redden at his words and wanted to fire back at him, but stayed as calm as possible, “Yeah, I bet that’s totally what this is all about. Your concern that I’m a fucking weirdo. Really, Negan? Really?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, turning away slightly.

“Fine. Then I’m a fucking weirdo. Probably some kind of sick psychopath who likes to kill animals or something awful likes that, right?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Ok,” she sat silently fuming, her feelings bruised at the implication that she wasn’t a good person for enjoying a stupid horror flick.

“Hey. You ok?”

“I’m fine,” she said simply.

“No you fucking aren’t. You’re pouting. I can see it even in the dark.”

“Yeah, well, you basically just called me a bloody psycho for watching a movie, so it’s whatever. I’ll just go.”

She started to get off of the bed, but felt one of Negan’s strong hands grip her wrist.

“Don’t go. I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean to be a fucking prick to you.”

She turned toward him in the dark, taking in his features, seeking signs of true remorse. His eyes had softened and he was giving her an apologetic look.

“Why are you so defensive about a stupid movie?” she asked, melting a little at his handsome features.

“Ok. Fucking fine. You got me. I fucking hate clowns!”

“So. You were just being an asshole to distract me from how you nearly pissed yourself during that last scene?”

He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, “Yes. I guess you could say that… Fuck those red-nosed fucking ghouls! Who needs shoes that fucking big anyway?”

Bridget giggled, taking her place beside him once more, “Right? And why are they always smiling so much? What’s so funny? What do they know about that we don’t?”

She felt Negan relax again and a nervous chuckle rumbled up from his chest as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Now you under-fucking-stand!” he paused in thought for a moment, “Gotta make you promise not to fucking blab about this to any of the wives, or…really…anyone. Wouldn’t look very bad-ass for me to be afraid of a fucking clown, now would it?”

“Oh, your secret is safe with me…as long as you do something for me first…To make up for being such a jerk” she replied slyly.

“Are you fucking blackmailing me?” his eyes widened.

“In a sense. But don’t worry,” she leaned closer to whisper in his ear, “It’s the fun kind of blackmail.”

“Is that fucking right?”

“Mmm-hmm…” she turned over in bed and perched on her hands and knees before climbing on top of the reclining man and straddling his thighs.

“Well, hell-fucking-o there,” Negan’s eyes squinted as he smiled up at her and bounced his legs against the bed, causing her to bob on his lap.

Bridget brought her arms up to loop around his neck as she leaned in for a deep kiss, before running her hands across his shoulders and down his arms, finally coming to rest at his wrists. She gripped them, her small hands barely able to close fully around, and firmly pinned them at his sides.

“We’re gonna play a game.”

“I like this game already. What’s it called?”

“It’s called ‘I Blow You and You Keep Your Fucking Hands Right Here’,” she punctuated this last point by pressing down on his wrists, “Do I need to explain the rules?”

“No, ma’am!”

He smirked at her and Bridget could feel him rapidly hardening in his pants. Negan always did like it when she bossed him around in bed, and it was something at which she was getting quite adept. She slid a hand to his crotch, rubbing him slightly through the denim before planting another deep kiss on his lips. She broke away just a little too soon and Negan tried to lean in to continue.

“Are you gonna play by the rules, or am I going to have to punish you like last time?” she chided, clenching her thighs around his.

“Hmm. We’ll have to see how nice that mouth of yours feels first.”

“That was the wrong answer, but I’ll let it slide the first time. Everyone gets one.”

“Guess I’ll have to try harder to piss you off then, huh?”

“We’ll just have to see…” she said, sliding down his body and finally coming to rest between his legs where she peered up at him with large eyes, “Ready for round one?”

“You fucking know I am!”

[limpblotter]

Learning to Let Go

a/n: Um, Kesha’s learn to Let go gave me hardcore Taako and Lucreatia redemption feels so summary: Its the Candlenights a year after the Hunger was defeated. For the first time, the group so back together trying to rebuild what was lost for over a century. But somethings take longer to build and are worth the wait. w/c: ~3.9k Warning: Taz Spoilers & roughly uneditted, I did very lazily editting so ....forgive the bad mistakes.

“Its Candlenightttts!” Mookie started running across the room, belly flopping on top of Merle was in the middle of poorly wrapping his gifts before handing them off to Mavis (who wrapped them much nicer). “Whatcha get me!”

“Mookie” Mavis stood up fully, pushing her glasses up her nose a bit with her thumb. “You gotta wait until we get to the party.”

“There’sa party too!?”

Mavis shook her head exasperatedly as Merle chortled a bit to himself. “Yup, an old friend of your pops is throwing the first Candlenights party now that we’re all …ya know together and not dead.” It was their first Candlenights after the defeat of the Hunger. There was so much going on, so many projects and rebuilding to do but for the first time in such a long time they were not only safe, they were together again. While Merle’s new home was being rebuild he found comfort in staying with Magnus and Taako. Their adventures never stopped of course weren’t world ending ones but still fairly dangerous and terribly fun.

“Are we going to meet all of the members of your space traveling group, dad?” Mavis inquired with mild interest. It wasn’t a secret anymore. Everyone knew the story of the I.P.R.E group and their 100 year journey to save the world and many other worlds. “Besides uncle Taako and uncle Magnus.”

Merle seemed to brighten up even more, the apples of his cheeks rosier than usual. “Oh yea, yea Barry and Lup are taking some vacation time from the Raven Queen. Davenport should back in town…and Lucretia throwing the party on the moon base like old times.” Old times but new ones compared to the 100 years of memories he had with these people. It was still a strange reality to fully grasp, he knew these people longer and loved them all so much. “Speaking of which are Magnus and Taako ready yet? Lup and Barry are gonna already be there…”

As he spoke the door to one of the rooms was kicked clean off, “oops” was immediately followed as the wood door tipped over and Magnus stood there with several wrapped packages and his hands also wrapped in bandages. “I got my gifts and I’m all ready to go.” He beamed while Mookie took this change to climb up Magnus’s back and reach for one. “AH!!! No way, Not yet kid or else the Candlenight Monster is going to eat you up for being naughty.”

“Aw shucks uncle Mango, I know there ain’t no candlenights monster!”

There was a soft chuckle from both Mavis and Merle, while the door rang and another face popped in. “Angus!” Mavis rejoiced.

“…Angus” Merle sighed in unison with Mavis.

“H-Hello sirs, I’ve got the bubble here to pick everyone up. Avi is waiting for us at the moon base.” He smiled fixing a small red and green bowtie.

“I like your tie, Angus.”

“O-Oh thanks! My grandpa made this tie, while he was dying…but he’s not dying no more. It’s a Candlenights miracle!”

As the kids went on ahead getting piled into the sphere, Magnus and Merle shared a long look. “Think he’s coming out?” Magnus looked at Merle who gave him a small shrug. “Well…here’s trying.” Magnus walked over to the door and hesitated for only a second.

Pain effected everyone differently. Forgiveness came to everyone in different stages. What Lucretia did was far from ok but someway or another they all came to realize it was the right thing to do for a long time. For a long time it bought time for a bit and in the end …they won. But victory against the hunger and things coming back didn’t heal most wounds. The outlying effects of Lucretia’s choice, a choice she made for all of her beloved friends affected everyone differently.

Magnus felt less of the burn of deceit. He was never one to hold a grudge, and in regaining his memory he realized if it wasn’t for Lucretia’s choice in planting him in Raven’s Roost…he would have never met Julia. And Magnus would have spent many more restless centuries if it meant meeting her. Julia was one of the happiest moments of Magnus’s life, a moment he could never replace or recreate.

Merle too felt the sting of this choice. He lost some of the most adventurous years of his life but by this time 100 years was just a dent in the age he was already at when they started IPRE. And similar to Magnus his new life brought him a new joy, his children.

Lup and Barry suffered but Lup was trapped in an umbrella. Her qualm was being stuck there for so long and even after being found no one remembering her was an issue. Barry had died countless times trying to keep his memory and find Lup. What Lucretia did was more of an inconvenience to his many year mission to relocate the lost love his life. In the end, neither he or Taako would have remembered she was in the umbrella.

Davenport took the blow as bad as everyone expected. IPRE was his life and it was painful for everyone to remember what he was reduced to. A bumbling, thoughtless butler and that…that did a number on Davenport, and after the hunger was defeated he left. Perhaps to give himself space from the people who hurt him, the people he called family but also realizing that if his entire life was summed up to their 100 years of pure panic and turmoil…he needed to life a much fuller and happier life. Define himself by the joys and not by those 100 years of being chased down tirelessly.

Then…then there was Taako. There was no way anyone could begin to understand Taako on the surface but even more so in this inner workings and how the pain of it all settled with him. There were countless blows to his psyche and mental health no one would have accounted for especially Lucretia. If she would have known how terrible it would have all gone down, if she would have known how deeply this affected and changed him…she would have never.

Taako wasn’t joking that day he declared Lucreatia “took everything” from him. She took integral parts of Taako’s person. She didn’t just take but shattered his childhood, his upbringing and the way he viewed his memories. He was looking at his life incomplete and believing he was truly alone from the moment he was born and the only person that was there was his traitorous ex-partner. She took the part of Taako that made him feel smart, morality, joy…and it was now Taako through the decade he spent looking at his scrappy, lonely life in a world it seemed no one understood him to be false. That didn’t change how deeply it hurt nor would it ever change.

With a soft rap at the door Magnus smiled as it was swung open and Taako was there, hair up in a bun still wearing his sleeping sack. “Sup, big fella.”

“Uh…we were just wondering…if…you were planning on celebrating Candlenights—“ Magnus began only to get cut off by a small yawn.

“Oh sure, sure I’m down for whatev-“

“—with gang and…Lucretia on the moon base.”

Silence. Taako’s eyes went from aloof to guarded, a sensation Magnus knew was the definite end to whatever this was. Magnus didn’t need to explain more, he watched as Taako drew in a small breath and spoke with a cold and steely calmness like he did during the end of the world. “I know you want us all to get back to how it was…but I need you to understand we’ll never be the way we were back then.”

Magnus nodded a little, “I understand but you know everyone is going to be there and it would really mean a lot if we could all just…” He felt a dwarf hand on his wrist. Magnus looked down and saw Merle shaking his head a bit. Defeated, clearly, Magnus took a step back. “...you’re right…I don’t understand but we’re here now…and we’ll wait for you to join us sometime.” He turned on his heel and left.

The tension didn’t leave with him. It lingered as Taako glared at the back of his beefy friend then turned to his smaller, older comrade. “Nothing you say is going to convince me, I don’t HAVE to forgive her or anyone.”

“You don’t.” Merle agreed which took Taako slightly off guard and did little to relax is guarded edge. “No one is asking you to forgive…just…let go.” He patted Taako’s hand a bit before turning and leaving right after. “We’ll be at the moon base, if you…uh…change your mind.”

“I won’t!” He cupped a hand by his mouth giving him extra volume to yell after Merle.

And just like that, Taako was alone. Alone again, on Candlenights. He didn’t think anything of it, with a small flick of his wrist he closed the door to his room and went back to catching up on some much needed rest. He sat on his bed and lulled his head back letting his long blonde hair unfurl from its bun a little. His body grew lighter and his mind ascended to another plane of thought.

Being in a trance wasn’t as much fun as sleeping. Taako would have preferred to sleep but trance did the work of sleep in a shorter span and he had to keep himself busy today.

Taako did not like being alone. He was used to it but that did not mean he liked it. He craved being around people even if they didn’t acknowledge him, even if he didn’t speak just their presence made him feel more at ease.

Even now, half in his trance his mind struggled to keep itself in a trance. He felt …the weight of being alone in silence anchor him down. “Well this is shitty.” Taako opened his eyes having only spent 3 minutes in what was a terrible trance. His elven ears drooped down a bit and twitched as if looking for any signs of people.

The moment his stomach began to do that familiar cold churn of insecurity he bounced back to his feet and marched himself to the kitchen. Wordlessly he began self-medicating through his work. Magic and Cooking.

It was quite spectacular (as usual). His fingers flicked and flickered lifting ingredients from their respected shelves and drawers. The fire burned without him having to light it, spoons and bowls danced around and stirred themselves as he began to taste and add to the various different bowls at work.

In one bowl he had conjured almonds and began to slowly turn them into a fine powder, folded in with baking powder. In another sugar and flavoring was slowly being added together. Between the floating parades of cooking utensils hard at work, Taako stood commanding it all like a scene right out of Fantasia.

Soon the kitchen was filled with the smell of freshly backed macarons, he tapped each one and completely changed the color and flavor. He had a vivid array of magically colored treats each with a flavor that did not match the color at all for extra whimsy. Magnus would love these, and Angus. The delight in them trying to guess the flavor and be hit with something else, like reaching for pink assuming it was strawberry or something and ending up with keylime flavor.

They were a hit last Candlenights…

Last Candlenights, that was a year ago from today. “Huh…” How different things were, everything was different. Everything was a lie that time, no one was who they really were and yet…it would be dishonest not to admit that it was a nicer feeling. It was the first Holiday Taako spent with people. Everyone seemed so happy…until business called and they were whisked to that one loser’s lab but beside that.

Taako was…actually happy. Perhaps that was the part of the lie that upset him the most when he looked back at those days, he was so happy he was actually growing to like Lucretia and the moon base. It was, for lack of a better term, a home. Shame he couldn’t just “forget” those feelings when the truth was all remembered again.

His life was back together and yet he was alone. Everyone was back together, the big reunion they deserved after 100 years of fighting and 10 years of forgetting. But Lucretia took more than just 100 years of memories on that ship. She took apart Taako’s entire world. The foundation that made him who he was, that was what she took. Lup, their childhood, the memories of knowing Taako was never truly alone that in this world there was someone he could trust. She took that comfort from him and took friends he had grown to love.

He was the victim here and by no means was he going to forgive her. In her sacrifice she in turn forced Taako to give up things he would have never given up. She chose this for him without knowing on deep of a wound this would make.

To him, Lucretia threw him into a lion’s pit and waited for Taako to crawl out on his own.

“—where is Taako?” A distance voice jerked Taako’s head up from his silent hovering. He didn’t realize it but he had been standing with his hands flat against the counter, head down, as if bracing himself for something. He looked at his stone of farspeech and frowned. “Beats me kid.” Merle responded to what sounded like Angus’s voice.

“Merle you left your stone on.” Taako spoke through the stone but got no answer. “MERLE TAKE YOUR STONE OFF MUTE AND TURN IT OFF” He spoke louder but to no avail. Of course, old man Highchurch butt dialed him.

“Taako is probably not gonna show” Lup’s voice seemed farther but Taako knew her voice out of a crowd like the back of his hand.

“I don’t blame him.” Lucretia’s voice hovered a little closer to Merle. Taako immediately set the stone down and started to walk away from it. Even if the voices brought him some false sense of companionship he didn’t want to hear what any of them had to say about him. “What I did to him…”

Unforgiveable, Taako agreed with where she was going. At least she knew, he’d give her that.

“Lucretia…” Magnus began sounding far like Lup’s. “What you did, you felt like you had to do, you didn’t do anything to hurt us on purpose.”

“Tch.” Taako rolled his eyes.

“Slow your roll, hero” Both Taako and Lup on two different ends of the call with no way of hearing each other somehow managed to say in complete unison. “I’m not saying Lucretia meant to hurt anyone.” Lup began and then sighed. “But Taako isn’t wrong here.”

“We all lost something…but we’re here now doesn’t that matter?”

Magnus’s words weren’t ones that everyone shared. “I like to think this is kind of …Lucretia redemption I guess.” Merle chuckled, his voice was the clearest.

“I can’t speak for anyone but me…” Davenport sighed. “But…I get it now, it took me almost a year but I get it. You were trying to save the world.”

“She was trying to save us.” Barry added.

“But at what cost…” Lucretia’s voice was somber. “What I did to the people I love the most…I…”

A chair was pulled back, Taako could already see the scene in his head, he knew Magnus was standing now. A habit a hero usually did when he wanted to make a point. “You deserve to be forgiven…it wasn’t easy for you.” He paused for a second, “Lup…you know Taako better than anyone, he’s gotta come around right? Eventually? We’re all here, the gang is back and isn’t that what matters now?”

Taako clenched his fists, he started walking farther from the stone of farspeech, how dare they attack his character while being miles away. How dare they gossip about him behind his damn back. Parties suck.

“I dunno…what this was like for Taako. The idea of …not remembering my brother I can’t even fathom it and to be honest I don’t know I’d forgive…because I probably wouldn’t be here.” Lup spoke plainly, Taako’s steps froze for a second. “Taako and I…we don’t talk about our past much, its not a terrible, cry us a river sort of past but it was…hard for a couple of orphans that didn’t seem to fit in anywhere. All we had was each other, we survived by sticking together. My life…my life is so deeply intertwined with Taako I don’t know if I could have made it this far without him. I certainly wouldn’t have successfully become a lich without him and I damn know I wouldn’t have kept my sanity for a decade if I didn’t keep thinking about him.” Her voice got softer at the end of her speech. “Taako, for all you know him as, defines everything I am and will be because none of it would have been possible without him. So the idea of living ten years thinking he was never there to begin with…is so crazy to me I don’t know what sort of pain or forgiveness I could come up with. All I know is, my brother is probably the bravest wizard I know.”

Silence. Taako turned his head a bit, looking over his shoulder to the counter where the stone sat. No more voices other than someone taking a soft breath, a soft shaky breath as if biting back a sniffle.

“Taako is the bravest wizard…and he always talks about not letting things get to him. Not being a victim…he’s the master of letting things go…he should be here…” Angus’s voice broke the silence then got a little softer…sadder, something at made Taako’s skin feel cold and crawly. “I even baked something and remembered the sugar this time.”

Taako walked over to the counter and turned his stone off completely. He didn’t want to hear it.

He didn’t want to hear Magnus, Merle and Barry’s resolution. He didn’t want to hear Lucretia and Angus’s sadness. He didn’t want to hear Lup and Davenport’s understandings. He didn’t want to hear his friends miss him and defend him.

“…master of letting go, huh…” He shook his head feeling more and more like a fraud. He glanced over at his freshly packed, magical macarons. “Kid, I’m still learning how to let it go.”

He was a master of letting go of pains like the Suffering game, pain by the hands of someone he never had to see again but this? This was by someone deep down he did want to see again no matter how much he wanted to scream at her, cry and fight. There was a part of him that still…wanted Lucretia in his life even if it was by means of being upset at her.

There was a demon in his heart that ravished in the pain she caused. There was a part of him that loved her, loved his friends and family. Could he really go on not forgiving her for as long as her human life allowed her to live?

Could he really and truly…do that? Or could he learn to let go?

 Gifts were exchanged by friends and loved ones. Magnus had made everyone small figurines of themselves like board game or chess pieces thinking it would make for a fun game that he had not invented yet. Merle had made everyone moss vests, one size fits all, that were a bit itchy but everyone still smiled as they received it. Lup gave everyone ‘one free visit to the astral plane’ though Barry was certain neither Kravitz or the Raven Queen approved of such a gift.

Angus had made everyone fortune cookies with small facts, most of them didn’t read the fortune and he was most certain that Lup, Magnus and Mookie ate their fortune.

Lucretia watched from the far end of the room where a wide window leading out to a balcony was open behind her. The warmth of watching her beloveds share gifts, smiles, laughter, hugs. She could live in this moment as old friends, old lovers, new friends, and new lovers came together all to be …something whole.

Or at least…relatively whole. There was a seat missing. A face in the crowd that went without question that was absent from their happiness, and she did not have the heart to bare the sight without him. It was forever incomplete; her happy ending with her family was one short of perfection. Silently she backed out into the balcony closing the glass door behind her. She took in the crisp, cold air from high above the city or Rockport  and the mountain range that was so beautifully dusted in a light powdery frost.

Cold did well to keep her tears tucked away in their ducts. “This is it…” she spoke to herself.

“This is it?” A voice took her by surprise. “I mean its not really a party, its more like a happy conference meeting if you ask me.” Taako sat on the banister of the balcony, his legs dangling off the edge. He had a covered plate on his lap as he stared up to the real moon that was miles above them.

Lucretia stood there, gripping her staff for dear life, her legs were nearly about to give out.

“Anyway, I don’t forgive you.” He shrugged a bit cutting to the point which made her heart ache. “I…don’t think I can…right now but “ He looked back at their group of friends still part taking in Candlenights. “I’m tired of living through my bad decisions, and I’m learning to let go. I can’t change…you can’t change what happened and frankly even if you could I don’t know if it would be enough.” Taako whipped his legs around and walked over to Lucretia holding out the plate. “But I lost you all once…even if it takes another hundred years for all this to stop hurting…I don’t want to lose you…” He looked right at Lucretia, for the first time the malice in his eyes was nearly gone. “Any of you, ever again.”

Lucretia’s wrinkled hand took the plate with a shaky resolution. The tears she was so certain were frozen in place were flowing freely down her aged face. It was there for the first time Taako realized how much Lucretia herself sacrificed. He saw a woman, reduced to something tired and hallow. He saw someone he loved riddled with regret and pain, twisted in an anguish that she brought upon herself. The demon inside of his soul that relished in the hate and the unforgiving thoughts of keeping this woman responsible for all his pain subsided.

She was hurting. He was hurting. They were going to be hurting for a while but they didn’t have to hurt alone. Taako silently took her free hand and staff and started walking Lucretia back inside. He opened the door just as Lucretia managed to shakily wipe (unsuccessfully) the tears from her eyes. “Did someone lose a director?” Taako beamed, perhaps his eyes weren’t quick enough but he swore he saw Merle smile and tuck his stone of far speech back into his pocket...

Silence broke into an uproar of chatter as Taako made his appearance with Lucretia by his side.

Taako wasn’t alone anymore, not in his person or in his pains. He was going to learn to let go in life and exorcise the demons inside him.

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I Won’t say I’m in love (Stiles x Reader)

A/N: Yooo I was in such a need for Stiles ma’ boy! (you can tell bc this is long af lmao) I’m glad I had this in my drafts, I love him so much?? I wish I had him??

Listen: This masterpiece

Words: 1845

Warnings: pure fluff and Stiles.

Prompts: #83“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.” #92“For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

Today was a shitty day for sure.

Y/N failed a test, lost her money for lunch, and didn’t see her boyfriend at all.

Y/N was sure the day wasn’t going to get any better, so she sat in the dining room with her books and notebooks, trying to do some homework before something else ruined her day even more.

When she was finishing her essay, there was a knock on the door, and she whined, hoping it wasn’t bad news.

When she opened the door she let out a small squeal, throwing herself into the arms of the person in front of her. Her boyfriend, Stiles.

“Hey, Y/N/N” he chuckled “so I guess you missed me?”

“Yes, of course!” she said, breathing in his scent and sighing “today sucked.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N spent the next hour sharing the information with extreme detail and some sarcastic comments, Stiles listened, nodding and saying “oh, no!” when he felt like he had to, relieved, she sighed and looked at the boy with a small smile.

“But I have to say” Y/N added, “That my day has gotten a lot better now you’re here.”

“Always a pleasure, babe” Stiles smirked, then he stood up “I was thinking, now that I’m here and considering that I didn’t see you at school -and that was a tragedy, to be honest- would you like to watch some movies or something?”

“Sure!” Y/N left her chair in the kitchen and walked with him to the living room, where she turned on the TV and threw him a blanket.

“Wait!” he said, “don’t you want food?”

“I’d love popcorn” she admitted “I’ll bring it”

“Let me” he walked out of the room and straight to the kitchen “where do you have it?”

“Uh…” Y/N sat on the couch in front of her television, going to Netflix and typing the word “Hercules” with no second thought “I think it’s next to the fridge”

Five minutes after she heard the sound of popcorn being made and felt her stomach empty, the girl decided to help her boyfriend in the kitchen with the drinks, she made her way to the room and watched him for a second, smiling to herself.

He was doing a little dance while waiting for the food to be ready, his back was facing her and she bit her lip to avoid laughing, god, was she in love of that dork.

Oh god, she was in love with Stiles, she truly loved him.

They had been dating for almost a year now, and she knew that there were only two options after that One-year line, they could either break up, or they could fall deeply in love with each other even more, Y/N was hoping it was the latter, she really enjoyed his company.

Stiles and Y/N weren’t really close at first, but they did know each other since they were kids, they were in the same class during middle school and used to hang out sometimes, but then Y/N met Lydia and stopped seeing Stiles as often as before, she missed him but never really thought about him until sophomore year, when Allison and Scott started dating.

She was afraid that maybe Stiles would be mad at her, after all, she kind of abandoned him and Scott, but she was lucky, he wasn’t mad, a bit upset and confused because she left without saying goodbye, but she could tell he was happy to have her back, and so was she.

Almost as if was destiny, they grew closer, she developed strong feelings for the boy, and the day of Stiles’ birthday they finally kissed. 

She always wondered if Stiles had liked her back in that moment or if he was in love with her before, but was too shy to ask. It didn’t matter anyway, they were together and that was the important part.

The only thing that bothered her, was that none had said “I love you” to the other and that honestly scared her. She’d have loved to say that to him anytime, but she was afraid that maybe he couldn’t say it back.

Still, that phrase was constantly in her mind, especially when she was around Stiles.

She shook her head, frowning, “Enough, right now I just want to enjoy his company.” She thought.

“Are you having fun?” she laughed at the way he turned to look at her, wide eyes and open mouth.

“No need to explain, silly boy” Y/N walked closer to him. “I don’t mind, I actually think you look adorable when you dance.”

“Shut up” He groaned “be nice and pass me a bowl”

The girl did as he asked, then grabbed two glasses and looked at him over his shoulder “You want water or soda?”

“Who eats popcorns with water?” he huffed.

“Fine, I was just asking…”

Once the food was ready, Stiles followed his girlfriend to the living room and groaned out loud, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

“Seriously, Y/N? Disney?”

“They’re gold!” she exclaimed, “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.”

“They’re not even accurate!” He complained “take that as an example” he signaled to the TV “Hercules is a demigod, not a god, Hera is not her mother and I’m pretty sure she was the one who wanted him dead.”

“I know that Stiles” she rolled her eyes “and then he goes nuts and kills his children, lovely story.”

“So if you know that, why do you like it?”

“Because it’s part of my childhood, you dumbass” Y/N sat in the middle of the couch, Stiles on her left, “you think a child cares about accuracy?”

“I did” He replied matter-of-factly.

“And that’s the reason I’m your first girlfriend” she teased him.

“First and only” He winked, kissing her cheek “I’m not letting you go”

“Great” she smiled “now be quiet and watch the movie”

Y/N notice that Stiles was doing a huge effort to keep his comments to himself, but every time that a song started -which was quite often- she could almost feel him rolling his eyes and moaning quietly by her side, she appreciated the little sacrifices he made for her happiness.

After a while, she stood up quietly from her seat, Stiles immediately straightened on his place “What are you doing?”

“I have to pee” she frowned “don’t worry I’ll be back in a second”

“Do you want me to pause the movie?”

“No it’s okay, I’ll be quick” she smiled down at him, turning on her heels.

She really tried to be quick, Y/N didn’t want to let Stiles alone for too long because she knew that he would end up falling asleep and she wanted to spend as much time as she possibly could with him.

Y/N got out of the bathroom, she heard her favorite song from the movie and walked a little bit faster.

“Okay, I’m ba-”

“…face it like a grown-up, When ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad!…”

The girl had to cover her mouth with both hands so she wouldn’t laugh at the sight of the boy: Stiles was on the couch, his full attention on the screen and singing, the lying bastard knew the freaking lyrics of the song.

Y/N stared at him amazed by the hidden talent he had, she snorted, not able to hold back her laugh “Oh my god…”

Stiles turned so fast he fell from his seat, he cursed loudly, pausing the movie and standing up, bright red.

“I can explain”

“Sure” she smirked, “So you don’t like Disney, right?”

“I don’t!” He agreed “it’s just- I mean- THAT SONG IS GOOD OK?”

Y/N laughed again, bending over and supporting her weight on the wall “Oh god, why didn’t I have my phone with me?” 

“Great, keep laughing at me, I don’t care” Stiles retorted “I’m just your boyfriend, is not like you have to treat me right or anything”

“Give me a break” she smirked “my day was terrible and you’ve been the highlight of it for sure”

“Unbelievable” he insisted “I’m not the class clown, you know? you should respect me more.”

“Sorry, princess” she joked.

Stiles looked at her with annoyance “You’re a terrible girlfriend, but for some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

“I think it might have to do with the fact that we’re best friends and I’m literally the only person that can stand your sarcasm besides Scott?” she inquired.

“Yeah, that’s very likely” He answered, licking his lips.

“Calm down Stiles, I’m just joking” she walked closer to him, the boy hugged her by the waist.

“I know,” he sighed, smiling “that’s exactly why I love you”

Y/N could’ve sworn that her heart skipped a beat, standing there in the arms of the person that she loved the most, he took her breath away.

“Please, say something before I panic” Stiles said.

Y/N blinked a couple times before she realized that she hadn’t said it back, her heart -that moments ago was completely still- was now pounding against her chest, making her blood run rapidly through her veins.

“Stiles, I love you so much” she leaned towards him, and Stiles kissed her.

Y/N wasn’t sure of what was different this time, but the kiss was so intense and full of passion that made her head spin.

She ran her hands through his silky hair and enjoyed the warmth of his body against hers, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

Y/N was unable to open her eyes, drunk with his scent, Stiles looked at her in awe, his mouth slightly open.

“That was…” He whispered in a hoarse voice “perfect”.

She looked up at him, blinking away the blur “Yeah…”

They stood there in silence, memorizing each other faces as if it was their last day together, though they had a feeling that this was just starting.

“We should, uh, go back to the movie” Stiles mumbled.

“Right” Y/N nodded, then she intertwined her fingers with his and walked over to the couch, he sat first, reaching for the remote and unpaused the movie, the girl cuddled against his chest, sighing in content.

“Thank you for coming here, you’re the best.”

“No problem, babe” He kissed the top of her head, hugging her closer “and I didn’t mean what I said before, ya know? you’re not a terrible girlfriend, actually, I truly believe you’re the girl of my dreams”

“I believe that too” She smiled “I mean that I’m the girl of your dreams, but you’re pretty cool too.”

He gasped, pretending to be offended “I take it back.”

“Just kidding!” she chuckled “I love you, Stiles, and I always will, so you better start saving money for the wedding” Y/N joked.

“You’re late babe, I already did” He winked “and trust me, I love you more.”

[sucaritra]

Bāṛi - Chapter 13

Word Count: 1937

Warnings: language, anxiety, Negan

Summary: haircut and dinner

A/N: so sorry for the wait! let me know how i’m doing

Masterlist

“I wanna cut your hair.”

“You're not going anywhere near my hair.”

“Oh, please?! I love Negan but it gets so damn boring in the boudoir. C’mon, let me at least even it out a little?”

“Hmm.” At Sherry’s pitiful puppy dog eyes, you conceded. “Fine! I guess it could do with a trim.”

You managed to finish work a little early today and met up with Sherry in the stairwell for a quick smoke. James was out scavenging who knows where and everyone else will still be working, so you figured hanging out with Sherry would be better than going back to your room.

With all of the new residents streaming in over the past few months, the communal living area was even more cramped and smellier than ever. You tried to spend as little time in there as possible these days.

Waiting for Sherry to be done with her smoke, you catch sight of Mason making his way up the stairs. He doesn't linger, sending a wink your way as he marches on up, heading towards Negan’s office.

Following Sherry through the double doors and down the corridor towards the boudoir, you try and take in everything you can. Though you have walked past the fifth floor doors everyday on your way up to the office, and not to mention your, albeit slightly odd,  friendship with Sherry, you have never actually seen what Negan and his wives’ living area is like.

Suffice it to say, you were pretty damn curious.

The corridor alone was better looking than the rest of the Sanctuary, with various artwork lining the walls and fake potted plants dotted along as you went.

You followed Sherry through a set of intricately carved wooden doors that were just a touch more extravagant than the office doors, immediately feeling as though you’d entered another world.

Rich, velvet curtains, plush rugs, ottomans, chaise lounges - the room had it all and more. You were in complete awe of the luxury these women were living in. You knew that they had it good, being with the boss and all, but you had no idea of the sheer amount of grandeur they resided in. While it’s not exactly a huge surprise, given who Negan is and his tendency for showmanship, it sure was jarring to the senses.

“This is fucking amazing.” Your wide eyes greedily took in everything around you, before landing where the glorious smell of a home-cooked meal was coming from. To the right of you was a modest sized kitchenette where two of the wives were busy cooking.

Taking notice of you, they both smile politely before quickly resuming their tasks, flitting from one countertop to another.

“That's Tanya and Kira. Lovely girls. You'll like ‘em.”

Turning back to Sherry, half forgetting she was even there, you find that she's already walking away from you down a little narrow hallway to the left. Unsure if you're meant to follow, you slowly make your way towards her direction, only to awkwardly stumble back to avoid colliding with her as she promptly returns holding a little cosmetics bag.

“C’mon, this way.” It was quite amusing watching Sherry take charge and order you about, considering your entire friendship was just you stealing her cigarettes.

You follow her into a decent sized bathroom, closing the door behind you, and frown at her when she gestures you to sit in the chair she’s placed facing away from the sink.

“I said just a trim. You don't need to wash my hair for that.”

“Oh, c’mon, let an ol’ girl have some fun.”

“This is your idea of fun?”

“It’s what I used to do before. I miss it. I don't get to do it nearly as much as I’d like to these days.”

Rolling your eyes at her second attempt to manipulate you with her doe eyes, you exaggerate a sigh before dropping down in the chair. Placing a towel around your neck, Sherry gently tips your head back and begins the process of shampooing and conditioning your hair.

And that's when it happens.

You have no idea where it came from, but all of a sudden you find yourself trying to stifle your sobs as waves of tears pour from your eyes. You're suddenly feeling incredibly overwhelmed and try to regulate your breathing as you feel Sherry softly comb your hair with her fingers to evenly distribute the shampoo all the way through.

Alarmed, Sherry takes notice of your hitching breath and abruptly stops.

“Oh my god, did I hurt you? Did I get shampoo in your eye? What's wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing, really, I think. I don’t even know why I’m so upset!” Your voice wobbles terribly and you're sniffling, trying to regain your composure, but it’s a losing battle.

“Oh, sweetheart! It’s okay! Aw, it’s alright. Believe it or not, this isn't the first time this has happened.”

“Really?”

Smiling sweetly at your hopeful expression, she replies, “Really! Honestly, the first time I did Amber’s hair she started bawling her eyes out. It’s just one of those things, getting your hair done, get’s you feeling all nostalgic and thinking about the times before, about your life before all of this mess, all of the simple things you didn't realise you missed and the people left behind.”

You mulled that over, realizing why it was that you suddenly fell apart.

“I think it was ‘cause the last person to wash my hair like this was my mum.” A broken sob escapes your lips before you’re able to continue, “we hardly ever went to the hairdressers, only occasionally treating ourselves on our birthdays since it was always too expensive for us to go regularly. I try not to think about her, you know, cause it’s too hard to accept the real possibility of what's happened to her. And I feel so guilty for not thinking about her, cause I miss her so fucking much… I just… I don’t know, too much is just hitting me at once.”

Sherry, bless her fucking heart, listens sympathetically to your ramble before hugging you tightly with shining eyes. You imagined she was thinking of her own family as she held onto you a little tighter, breathing deeply. No words were said, because, truly, there are no words for such a shitty positions that everyone has found themselves in now.

After pulling apart and regaining your composure, Sherry gets back to work on your hair. She finishes quickly, which you're wholly grateful for as you were feeling a little embarrassed over your breakdown. You pushed those feelings away and concentrated on watching Sherry in the mirror as she grabs a comb and scissors.

“So, are you gonna tell me what's going on with you and James?” she raises an eyebrow at you through the mirror before diverting her attention back to your hair.

“I’m not too sure really. I mean, I like the guy, but we haven't spent enough time together. I see him about once or twice every couple of weeks, and I really enjoy myself when I’m with him, but it’s just too much time apart. I like him though, and he's said he likes me. This is the last run he's on now though, for the winter supplies, so once he's back we’re gonna spend some time together. I wanna see if there's anything real there or if I just like the way he looks, you know what I mean?”

“Mm, I get you. You can't really commit to any feelings right now can you? He is a good guy, you'd go well together. Plus, he’s very easy on the eyes.”

Sherry’s little eyebrow wiggle had you trying to fight back a laugh so as not to ruin the cuts she's making, before replying, “mhm, that he is.”

Waiting a beat, Sherry asked, “what about Mason? Don't think I didn't catch that little wink he sent you before.”

“Nah, that's all harmless. He's just nice to me. We get along well. Besides, I’m just trying to take this one man at a time.”

After your haircut, Sherry blow-dried your hair, smacking your hand away when you tried to put it into a bun once she was done. Glaring at her back, you follow her out of the bathroom to find the relaxed form of Negan lounging on one of the plush couches with a drink in hand.

“Ooh la la, you ladies doing something you're not supposed to do in that fucking bathroom?”

You scrunch your nose in disgust at the lecherous grin seemingly glued to his face.

“Behave, Negan. I was giving her a haircut.”

Narrowing his eyes slightly at Sherry, he asked “what was wrong with her hair before?”

Rolling her eyes as she made her way towards the kitchenette, Sherry replied, “nothing, I was just evening it out a little, she wouldn't let me do much else to it.”

You tried not to get offended at them talking about you as if you weren't even there.

Looking back at you, Negan commented, “yeah, it was looking a little ratty before.”

Oh, now you were fucking offended. Though, before you could get a word in, the man was talking again.

“You staying for dinner?”

That surprised you.

“Um… I don't know. What are you having?”

“Lasagna!” a voice shouted from the kitchenette, coming from the curly-haired woman, Kira.

This really was paradise. Lasagna?! When was the last time you had that? Definitely not since the shit hit the fan.

Rising from his seat, Negan threw an arm over your shoulder and led you to the dining table, pulling a chair out for you like the gentleman you knew he wasn't and taking a seat next to you.

The food was absolutely amazing, and though you did feel a little out of place at the start, surrounded by all of the wives, they made sure to include you in conversation and regale you with stories about themselves to make you feel a little less anxious.

You were enjoying a particularly amusing story Kira was recounting regarding Negan’s, surprising, arachnophobia - “That fucker was the size of my fist, of course I’d get away from the hairy bastard!” - when you felt and heard something that literally shook you to your core.

An almost deafening bang was heard, quickly followed by the entire building shaking. Dust rained down on you from the ceiling as cutlery dropped from the table. Shouting a quick order through the noise, Negan grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you down under the table, making sure the wives all followed. You could hear the unmistakable crack of the windows fracturing from the pressure of whatever the fuck just blew up out there and you were suddenly entirely grateful to have Negan’s arm still over you, shielding you from whatever damage may arise.

After what felt like forever, and once Negan deemed it safe enough to do so, you all scrambled out from under the table and immediately made a beeline for the windows. Luckily, none of them had shattered and only a couple of them had cracks running through them.

Looking out over the Sanctuary, you could see the residents and Saviors running around and panicking, wondering what the hell had just happened and if they were under attack.

“Holy. Shit.”

Drawing your eyes up to Negan, you follow the direction of his eyesight to find the source of his ashen face.

Out in the distance, thick black smoke quickly rose through the air, visible even in the quickly darkening sky, the base of which glowed orange.

tagging: @neganisking @backseat-negan @jdms-network

[spotlightsaga]

Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews… Flaked (S02E01) Day 1 Airdate: June 2, 2017 @flakedmusic Ratings: @netflix original Score: 8.75/10

**********SPOILERS BELOW**********

A day in the life of Chip… Well, post Chip, anyway. This isn’t the Chip that was the 5-Star recovering addict socialite of Venice Beach. This is the liar, sell-out Chip that tried to make things right but fucked everything up even more because his motives were purely selfish, Chip. This is the Chip who is exposed, naked, vulnerable… He no longer gets warm welcomes, waves from all, and free coffee. There’s one thing Chip didn’t lie about… And that is that Chip is an addict, or at least extremely self-destructive… I believe his feelings for everyone were real too, but Chip can’t help but to sabotage everything good in his life, you see, because that’s what addicts do. It’s an ugly fucking road. As someone who’s been through the ongoing, never-fn’-ending struggle of addiction (both as a viewer and willing and extremely active participant), I can wholeheartedly tell you that the disease manifests in many different forms… And that there is no right or one way to treat addiction. You just figure shit out as you go along, and I’ve found that if I focus on all my missteps or even worse, completely deny what’s happening in front of my face, treat things like they aren’t really happening, things just fall to shit even faster.

It was obvious from the first few episodes of S1 that ‘Flaked’ wasn’t some glossy black comedy that Will Arnett was going to charm himself through. Essentially this scared a lot of viewers off, and even though I too was apprehensive of the show’s direction at first, I eventually found myself enthralled. Now only do I know Chip, I know many Chips, some playing extremely prominent roles in my life. 'Flaked’ doesn’t exist for the viewer to love or root for a protagonist or boo an antagonist. 'Flaked’ merely exists as almost a memoir or a dirty little love letter that Will Arnett has written to his demons. This is a character piece and that’s exactly why I now look forward to the show. I’m bummed that 8 episodes in S1 turned to 6 episodes in S2, but that’s always fitting tho, isn’t it? Of course that’s what would happen, because by all means 'Flaked’ is a string of disappointments that ends up making a fascinating character piece if, you’ll have it.

I noticed that each episode is labeled 'Day 1’ and so on until 'Day 6’… Obviously, this is our week with Chip… And I’m both ironically excited and horrifyingly sad that the week long journey will unfold starting……. NOW. Now, meaning a few months after the end of S1. Chip and London (Ruth Kearney) are living in Wren’s (Bella Popa) spare room. Nobody wants them there, especially when it comes to Chip. As a matter of fact, Chip is kicked out and forced to scour a community who literally hates him for someone who will take him in. The disdain is real. He begs Topher’s gopher for money in recognizance for Chip literally betraying his entire community just to help Topher convince them that developing a large upscale hotel would be good for them. Topher is dodging him and taking advantage of the fact that they had nothing in writing. I want to call Topher an asshole, mainly because he is, but essentially he’s a good business man… Cunning, sly, and manipulative. This whole ordeal has left a lot of people feeling the effects of gentrification, maybe not as extreme as others we’ve written about, but it’s the same outcome and one that we are fighting here in my small slice of asshole heaven in Miami Beach.

The new hotel has raised rent and forced people out of their homes and businesses. Stefan (Travis Mills) is now selling his coffee outside like a lemonade stand because he can’t afford the rent… You know what that means, no free coffee. Chip will have to work on Stefan later, he has bigger fish to fry. He heads over to see Cooler (George Basil, who since S1 of 'Flaked’ has made quite the name for himself on a personal favorite TBS Networks’ 'Wrecked’, NBC’s 'The Good Place’, FX’s 'You’re The Worst’, The CW’s 'No Tomorrow’ and another personal fave HBO’s 'Crashing’). I’m loving George Basil in everything he’s doing, but his unconventional, scatterbrained, zany energy stands out in a holistically prominent way in here in this Netflix Original. Basil seems to be just running with the character, and he’s simply fun to watch. Cooler just goes with the flow and even forgets why people are upset with Chip in the first place. Chip mentions that he feels ostracized in a town where he was once revered, 'because they are holding him to something that he did’. Cooler being Cooler, chalks it up to 'people being people… “Like, they do that.” Suddenly it dawns on him exactly why Chip was being held responsible for his actions. After Cooler kicks him out, Chip only has one place left to go.

Enter Dennis (David Sullivan), Chip’s ex-bestie… But once a besties always a bestie (and if reconciliation doesn’t peak it’s friendly head around the corner today, there’s always tomorrow). You can’t escape the ones you love the most. It’s true that they will probably hurt you in a much larger degree than someone you care much less about, but that’s because we love them and we layer them in expectations… It’s another one of those 'people being people’ situations Cooler had mentioned before. Chip merely doesn’t run into Dennis. Co-Creators Will Arnett & Mark Chappell begin to set up a whole S2 arc for Dennis to work through. Clearly he won’t be playing second fiddle character-wise. Director Michael Patrick Jann does a great job of weaving Arnett’s writing and pushing the narrative forward at the right times and that right spots. Dennis is opening up a wine shop, not exactly a great idea for a recovering addict, and is developing a weird pseudo-relationship with his upstairs business neighbor and dance instructor, Rosa (Lenora Crichlow). By the time Chip gets to Dennis, the show has already set Dennis up as more than just a supporting character. Not that he wasn’t a prominent figure in S1, but he instantly feels more important to the story now. This isn’t just about Chip and a dark secret anymore.

Chip let’s it all out, tells Dennis everything that happened around the car crash. Chip took the fall to protect someone he loved deeply, to protect her career. Dennis won’t let him off the hook, he says that 'you didn’t just tell that lie once, you told it over and over’, to him, to everybody. Sure, Chip eventually got perks for this awful secret, this terrible accident he took credit for… Ironically… But Dennis is wrong on this one, he has to be. Chip may have lied and benefited from its ugliness in some way, but he was still Chip. He still gave Venice a part of himself, and I seriously don’t think that Dennis is some sort of saint in a position to judge someone so harshly. Sometimes life is just as much about moving on as it is letting go. Let go of this one, Dennis. Chip fucked up… But does anyone really deserve to be tossed to the curb like this? I’ve ran similar circumstances with people I know in my head over and over, and while Dennis has a right to be angry… I think he only gets that right for so long… As a friend, a person who was hurt, he’s entitled to some emotions. But as shitty and ego-centric as Chip can be, underneath all of that, there is a good man who just doesn’t know how to win.

Notable Music: Grandaddy - That’s What You Get for Gettin Outta Bed Tom Caulfield - The Blanket of Ideology Bill Moss - Sock It to 'Em Soul Brother S. Carey - Brassy Sun Ruby The Rabbitfoot - Do Me Right

[grubhivemind]

AURYHN: -it's a BEAUTIFUL MORNING. of course, every morning on avalon is beautiful if you ask auryhn, but skaia is nice too... he decides to spend this time with kavi, dropping in at his apartment to invite him out for brunch.- 

AURYHN: -KNOCK KNOCK on kavi's door.-

KAVI: =Finally his board charged up enough to get him home.... yeah he  could walk but who the fuck even WALKED anymore. Bums without hoverboards is who. His watch vibrates with an alert someone knocking on his door. Tapping at the interface he sees it's Auryhn... Yay! Wait. SHIT. Some more watch tapping and he patches himself through his home audio and pulls up his wind resistent mouth piece.= who is it? =Sing-songy like he already knows. PCHOOOOOS back home=

AURYHN: -grins, completely UNAWARE of the situation.- It's me~! ~}==> -replies just as cheesily.-

KAVI: =bless his soul= ooh hi Me, i don't know any Mes but since this Me sounds strapping and attractive how can i not let them into my home? be right there =Disconnects and descends= 

KAVI: =He could slow down.... but that's for wimps. Taps more at his watch to open his balcony doors. Capchas the board, action rolls in and jogs across the room to open the door. Leaning there heavily, panting lightly= hello lover ;)

AURYHN: -still wearing that dorky smitten grin of his.- Good morning, deerheart! ~}==> 

AURYHN: You look-- -pauses to actually inspect him.- Winded? ~}==>

KAVI: =Deerheart.... what a nerd. Leans up to kiss his cheek= lol... windswept maybe =Don't mind the bags... which he knows he has so he shrugs= 

KAVI: uh, yknow... long night

AURYHN: -frowns sympathetically- I see... Then you haven't slept? ~}==> -he spots those bags.-

KAVI: =Mmm, it's tempting to lie but that's not really useful to anyone. He just casts a glance down the hallway. Casual like= nnnnot in the traditional sense 

KAVI: but i'm still good, just not tired

AURYHN: So it's a matter of restlessness ~}==> -he concludes, and then considers this.- 

AURYHN: Very well! Then we have no choice but to find methods of relaxing you! ~}==> -he's decided this is his project for today and carefully turns kavi around to march him back inside his apartment.-

KAVI: =Waffles and hashbrowns though... not that he was aware of the plans he's just glad to spend time with Auryhn= lol yeah we can if you want 

KAVI: =is marched back in-- oops he left the balcony doors open... Boop boop beep on the watch and closes them= i'm ready to be soothed by your smooth jazz stylings babe 

KAVI: take me away like i'm Natasha Bedingfield, minus all the stoners planting labels on my lyrics. it's not weed guys, calm down

AURYHN: -eyeballs the balcony doors as he catches a glimpse of them closing. hmm... suspicious... but he won't worry about it too much for now, plopping kavi down onto his couch and immediately giving his shoulders a rub.- Jazz, hmm? That's an excellent idea... Let's put on some soothing music! That always helps me ~}==> -of course, soothing music for him is heavy metal-

KAVI: =Mmm the rubs. Bless these strong troll man hands. Grinning because... yes... he knows this= are you going to sing me to sleep on a bitchin guitar riff, Pegasus?

AURYHN: I could if you wanted me to! ~}==> -grins, leans in to kiss his cheek- 

AURYHN: However, I have a feeling that would only excite you more ~}==> -chuckles, releasing his grip on kavi's shoulders to produce his comm, hooking up a little speaker to it before he settles on a playlist. some jazzy chill beats he thinks kavi will like. it's relaxing... but romantic too. a win-win for everybody.-

KAVI: =huffs a soft laugh= excite is a word they use for it, sure 

KAVI: =This musical choice is good though, he does love his slow jams and tbh the saxophone is one of the sexiest instruments?  Was Auryhn behind him or next to him? Either way there's arms in his direction. Let the cuddles commence tho=

AURYHN: -yes, good, he's leaning back against the couch with kavi wrapped up tight in his arms. he allows for quiet to prolong between them so the music can fill the air and their senses. but after a moment, he speaks again, softly.- 

AURYHN: Tell me... Is there something on your mind that's keeping you awake? ~}==>

KAVI: =Yesss. He's still not really tired. Mentally at least but his body is a tad peeved with him riding around for most of the night. Legs especially. They're kind of flipping him off. So he's snug against Auryhn-tiddy just listening to he music and jamming lazily with small bobs of the head or hums to repeat chords . Honing in whenever Auryhn speaks though= 

KAVI: mmmn. kinda, maybe i guess. 

KAVI: it's never really... a thing, like, it might start out that way but then it's like fuckin rabbits in all manners of speaking

AURYHN: Ah, yes... I can relate to an escalation like that ~}==> 

AURYHN: Surely there's a root issue we can focus on and work from there... Or perhaps we could focus on any thought at all! I only know that burning off energy is only so successful when battling your inner demons ~}==>

KAVI: gets you ripped as fuck though =rubs Auryhn's chest and tum, pat pat pat pat= 

KAVI: choice 

KAVI: .... but uh, i guess still thinkin about dem bois. especially with shit having hit the fan.... Colt seems 

KAVI: fine? maybe. i mean, he was eating bones so probably not, not that i'm one to judge someone's bone intake 

KAVI: Joel... idk, haven't heard from him.... not that i messaged him. which is helpful 

KAVI: so. just makes me wonder, if i'm doing this shit right i guess =traces lines over his stomach=

AURYHN: Surely your brothers know how deeply you care about them... ~}==> -rubs at his shoulder- 

AURYHN: This feud is their own, and it is their responsibility to rectify whatever has driven them to such extremes... Though, I can't say I know exactly what's going on between them! ~}==> 

AURYHN: But I know plenty about sibling rivalry... Slepna and I rarely see eye-to-eye, but there is a bond much stronger between us that no disagreement can break ~}==> 

AURYHN: It's the same for them, and the same for you... I believe they'll work it out! And if they require your help in doing so, they will seek it ~}==> 

AURYHN: I do not doubt you've made yourself available to them... However, if you're worried, I don't think it would hurt to simply check in on them ~}==>

KAVI: ... i did talk to Joel, and i mean that's me reaching out i guess and it went about as i guessed it would.... 

KAVI: still that was like. a day before everything fucking happened 

KAVI: "maybe" is a shitty word but hey, maybe if i cracked less jokes and tried to get serious and talk to them 

 KAVI: if you and Slepna hypothetically had your heads up your respective asses then wouldn't, you want someone there with a crowbar to assist in dislodging?

AURYHN: Ah... Well... Perhaps not ~}==> -chuckles- 

AURYHN: We are both very stubborn and prideful, as you know! This does seem to be the case with Colt and Joel as well ~}==> 

AURYHN: Still, approaching it more seriously might help! If they see how it effects more than just themselves... It could give them some perspective ~}==>

KAVI: =snorts softly= yeah i'm pretty aware :P 

KAVI: ...guess that means i shouldn't give 'em the other end of the crowbar then..... they've probably been through enough... maybe let it. calm down 

KAVI: =And not do anything haha..=

AURYHN: At the very least, allow yourself to calm down... I hate to see you out of sorts because of it ~}==> 

AURYHN: You're a good brother, Kavi... There's no need to feel so responsible for them ~}==> -presses a kiss to his head-

KAVI: =Exhales softly and nuzzles into him. He felt a bit like less than a good brother what with all the secrets, how long it took and had taken him to be bit more open around his siblings about actual things.= 

KAVI: thanks, i'll try... =sighs...... inahles and sighs harder.... sits up on the sofa to gently headlock Auryhn and flops over his lap to drag him down to cuddle. SIGHS LOUDLY AND DRAMATICALLY.= alright that's more than enough about me, tell me how my Champion's doing. also you too,how are both my babies?

AURYHN: -OOF, he chuckles, reclining further and wrestling him into snuggles.- We're in tip top health, as usual! ~}==> 

AURYHN: There's been an awful lot of funny business happening around Avalon... Not that this is terribly unusual, but there have been some disappearances... ~}==> -frowns- 

AURYHN: We're doing what we can, but it's been a challenge to find any leads regarding their whereabouts ~}==>

KAVI: =Good. This is his now, has a loose hold on him and plays with the ponytail. Pulls a face= 

KAVI: that's super not great... yikes 

KAVI: is it town disappearances or is this diving into the unknown junglescape where nothing makes sense and is super, incredibly not fantastic at all?

AURYHN: Well... It is likely they are connected to the paranormal phenomenon of the forest ~}==> 

AURYHN: In fact, it seems very likely they were just spirited away! But I'm certain there is still a way we can rescue them ~}==>

KAVI: yeah it's definitely not great. just careful while you're out there, kay? =He loves the heroic aspect of Auryhn's personality but it could also get him into some dangerous fuckin happenings. Avalon isn't the most dangerous place sans for the forest.... and since this probably involved that he's worried= 

KAVI: don't go around sayin shit like "wow, can't believe my retirement is today" or "man this has been such a good day, what could possibly go wrong?" 

 KAVI: also "i love living and being alive" =puts hand over his mouth briefly= also "oh HUN i'll never disappear" then you do your signature brawny laugh and give me a dorky grin and i look into the camera and scream on the inside

AURYHN: BUT I DO LOVE LIVING AND BEING ALIVE! I HAVE TO SAY IT LOUD AND PROUD! ~}==> -GUFFAW- 

AURYHN: I understand your concerns... And believe me, the last thing I want to do is endanger myself! I'm no help to anyone dead ~}==> -says reassuringly-

KAVI: =Babe please, he snickers and rubs Auryhn's face= 

KAVI: truuueeeee =Smooches that face= 

KAVI: who else am i going to imagine when i'm feeling my inner Bonnie and start holding out for a hero?

AURYHN: I can hardly imagine anyone else who quite fits the bill! ~}==> -FLEXES and also returns the smooch.-

KAVI: =:eyes: flex and touches. Yessssss. Still Kavi puts on a coy smile, casually pawing Auryhn's muscles= i can think of a guy KAVI: he's the strong, strapping type

AURYHN: -gasps- Oh really? Who? ~}==> -WHO IS THE OTHER DOG. he will fight him.-

KAVI: yeah man, maybe you've seen him =gently undoes that ponytail and combs his fingers through Auryhn's hair= he's enthusastic, a good dude 

KAVI: great ass which is essential to heroism 

KAVI: goes by the moniker A-a-ron 

KAVI: there's been a distinctive lack of spandex but an influx of deep-vs which i appreciate greatly

[sweetpeachpiefoundation]

I'm Not Yet a Woman

I don’t wanna talk about “feminism” thing as pretending like a “feminist” cause I’m not. but I just had the terrible feeling and I could learn something from it and I don’t wanna forget it so Im gonna write it down. a few days ago I came back to Chicago from LA and I arrived at the airport at midnight. I called uber and the driver was a guy. we had a little chat in his car for about half an hour. when i made home he asked me my number. and I actually I gave it. I was such a poor innocent pure GIRL who didnt know how horriblly awful men could be. but poor me, I thought he’s kinda nice and I was glad to tell that he said I am fun. I got off the car and walked to the door. then he opened the window and asked me if I would do anything tonight. it was almost like 1am. I said I was kinda tired and I was like why, but I should’ve, could’ve noticed his real purpose and being nice to me on “purpose”. yesterday I got a text from him at midnight also. he asked me what I was doing tonight but I didn’t reply then. today I said my friends were coming over and im sorry. he seemd nice til then. but he asked me the same thing again. I guess he’s got nothing to do even pathetically. im gonna just write the exact same conversation we just had about an hour ago. there’re some misspells, I think he was in hurry at first and also kinda mad. 7:52pm he: what are you up to tonight? 9:49 he: hey 10:51 me: do you have a plan? he: youre my plan. Lol would be nice to kick it with yiu. we can do what ever me: you don’t even know me he: I know. but I think youre pretty and I wanna get to know you me: it was night and dark so I might look different he: lol no. I saw you. your very pretty. and I have a thing for Asian women. me: I appreciate you for saying that but I don’t really feel like going out tonight he: be honest. do you want to go out with me either way? I don’t want to bother you if you don’t me: I am little scared to go out with a person I just met but we could chat sometime if you want he: well ill be honest. im 29. so im not about drama. im to old for thayt. I just lol to have fun with woman that know how to have fun. I think youre really sexy that’s why I asked you for your number. so he asked my number to have sex with me. was it my fault? was it because I tried to have a nice conversation in the car? was it because I am an Asian? I tried to get to know him and wanted to do so but was it also my bad that I asked him for texting sometime? when he said “youre my plan”, that was the time I realized he’s gross. and the last two texts, these just hurt me deeply. I feel like I’m a material not a person. I feel like I don’t know things. but to be thankfully I am actually having fun with my life and I have friends who I could call to ask for help and tell how shitty person he is. im really upset and scared and wished to disappear but Im gonna still be me. I aint gonna lose myself. I could just learn the darkness of men and the real shade of them at the very beginning of a fresh new year. ive never tried to be sexy but some people just want any bodies. I never regret to be born as a female and I may be still a girl just like he tried to say im not a woman who knows how to have fun. so what. who cares. I aint gonna be a woman who can have fun with having sex with ANYbody. I just wanna say im so sorry for his boring life. go fuck yourself and do have fun for the rest of your pity life. and all the respectable girls, we aint deserve to feel like being denied to be girls. we are respectable and respectful. theres nothing wrong with being girls and trying to be pretty or even sexy. I don’t stop doing my best to be who I want to be and you neither.