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shiroi---kumo · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 . . . *when you get this, post theme songs for your muse! then tag 5 or more people!

We're going to do this a little bit different and give you a song for every single one of his alters. If you don't know what I'm talking about read this.

🌕 Valkoinen Pilvi: TheFatRat & RIELL - Hiding In The Blue

I'm alone here on my island, floating in the sky // I'm high above the world I used to know // And I'm far from any danger, safe from any failure // Guarded, I found shelter in the storm

I'm hiding in the blue // Safe between the clouds // In the blue // Where I can't be found

Was a soldier in the legions, fought against the demons// Fought against the monsters made of gold // But they stormed across Arcadia, following their nature // Washed away the place I once called home

🌖 Seejvariil: Hey Wait · Mid-Day Moon

I feel like you can never keep up // I feel like we should hurry things up // I feel like we keep blurring things up // I feel like this is fucking me up

I've heard you feel I'm messing things up // Yet you've never said a word, so can you speak up // I think it's my turn to rattle things up // I think that you deceive past

Laid back answers // Pacing faster // My blank mind longs for what you're waiting for

If you can tell me anything // Tell me if you want me around// Hey, wait // Cause I can see everything// I'll know if you want me around // Hey, wait

🌗 White Cloud: Letdown - Shipwreck

Shipwreck floating away // When I don't have anyone to help me climb // I can't keep living this way // When I walk they talk you know they think they see but // I'm not going away //When I've got so much life left to live // Inside my head is full of shame // But I'm not done

They know my name their teeth are waiting // They know my shame but I'm not falling apart // They know my ways but their not waiting // I should've run from the start

But they lie to me I talk back // But they don't have the answers to the right path // I only wanna kill my fear and not hear what they have to say

Show me the way // Show me the way // Shipwreck floating away // Shipwreck floating away

I've been so afraid // Death won't stop till we've all been taken I won't ever change // Life goes on while the rest are losing // But they lie to me I talk back // But they don't have the answers to the right path // I only wanna kill my fear and not hear what they have to say

🌘Little Cloud: Don't Save Me · Chxrlotte

I came from the darkness hiding on my own // Like rain thoughts are harmless, leave me here alone // The waking nightmares aren't as bad as dreaming I suppose // But it's pulling me // Under the lightning and thunder ignite a wilted rose // Maybe I'm wretched and deserve this, I don't know // Don't save me, I'm almost glad if this is how I go // The monsters under my bed want to beat me to it though // Every word that they've said // It goes 'round in my head while I drown in the undertow

Look into my eyes // And tell me what you see // A demon in disguise // Pretending to be me // Bury your surprise // And listen carefully // He lives inside my mind // He'll never let me free

The wasteland never ends and it's killing me //Wait and count to ten but // I'll never be able to live I can't seem to breathe // I'll die fading carefully so don't save me // Standing on the edge, it's darker now // And it's in my head, I can't hear a sound // Facing the storm I'm cast out at sea // I'll down eventually so don't save me

🌑 Makenshi: Set it Off - Punching Bag

This empty feeling sets in my chest and I start to worry // Try to push it down, cast it out but I can't control it // Ah

Hanging on by the strings that you're pullin' // So you cut me down just to push me around like I'm your...

Punching bag // Just another pot calling the kettle black // Take it out on someone who won't hit you back // 'Til we're all as broken as you // Oh, yeah

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy // You got your wish, he's rotting in Hell // I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping // People pleasing's never good for your health // So go fuck yourself!

🌒 The Lamb: Sleeping Wolf - Blindfold

Pull me in // No, I cannot resist // Every time your gravity has a hold on me // Shed your skin // You're just a counterfeit // Dressing up an empty heart //I know who you are

So use your, use your // Use your, use your blindfold // Cover your hands on my eyes, closed // Do it again // Tie me up and show me what's real // Hate your love, but love how you feel // Useless, trying to fight // And the truth is, I'd rather be blind

In the dark // I need to taste the blood // Go on // Draw another line we can cross this time // Battle scars // Your touch is not enough // I need you to pierce my // Veins and become my pain

🌓 Kumo: Panic! At The Disco - Trade Mistakes

Placing a smile at the perfect event // Gracing your skin with the side of my hand // If I ever leave, I could learn to miss you // But "Sentimental Boy" is my nom de plume

Let me save you, hold this rope

I may never sleep tonight // As long as you're still burning bright // If I could trade mistakes for sheep // Count me away before you sleep // I'll stay awake 'til I trade my mistakes // Or they fade away

I feel marooned in this body // Deserted, my organs can go on without me // You can't fly these wings // You can't sleep in this box with me

🌔 Snow Cloud: MISSIO - I See You

I see you when you're down // And depressed, just a mess // I see you // when you cry // When you're shy // When you want to die // I see you when you smile // It takes a while // At least you're here // I see you // Yes, I see you

I'm alone with you // You're alone with me

I see you when you hide // And when you lie, it's no surprise // I see you when run from the light // Within your eyes

I see you when you think // That I don't notice all those scars // I see you // Yes, I see you

I'm alone with you // You're alone with me // What a mess you've made of everything

I'm alone with you // You're alone with me // And I'm hoping that you will see yourself // Like I see you

Yes, I see you

☁️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @deathleads 💙 ☁️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @justaradioguy @angcrmanagcmcnt @fairlybeloved

@lil-kissy @sapphiresands @bishonenprince @hawksights @zoragrace and anyone else who wants to do it

#pictures in the clouds || dashboard games #concert of the drawn sword || muse music #// oooh i love this stuff thank you for the tag #tw; long post

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lgcbrooke · 9 months

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hi! please call me berry ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! i bring to you all han brooke. he's 19, korean canadian, and has his pockets full of flowers, stars and glitter ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ you can click on these links to check out his profile, background and points sheet ! i'm honestly very excited to bring to you all my little passion project. you can find more info down the cut below. please like this post if you'd like to plot, i'm down for discussing things through dms and discord ♡

he's a very bright and extroverted boy, he loves to make friends, and is extremely affectionate

he has his head in the clouds and is constantly dreaming about something, he can come off as ditzy at times, but he's probably thinking about His Next Big Move

he attended the national circus school in montreal where he fell in love with acrobatics, and decided to specialize in gymnastics, ribbons and contortion, if he hadn't become a trainee, he would have pursued his higher education there as well

he has many interests, and actually believes he could do whatever he puts his mind to; once a goal in mind, he will write down the steps to reach them, and then follow them exactly to the end

he is extremely close and devoted to his family, he would do anything for his parents and older brother. his off days are spent with them, he always keeps in contact with them; they have a group chat together where they keep each other up to date and share pictures of what they are up to. needless to say, they are brooke's first support system, and he adores them with every fiber of his being

though he doesn't attend the national circus school any longer, the training schedule he had repeated for his entirety of his highschool years is engraved in his soul, he can be seen waking up early to do his stretching and daily work outs, wanting to maintain his flexibility and not lose everything that he had learned

his mother owns a fragrance company, his father is a poet and is a flower farmer, and his older brother is studying to become an astrophysicist; brooke is their number one cheerleader

he owns an etsy shop with his older brother, asher. they wanted to share their passions for knit wear, pressed flowers, crystals and tarots the world. they aim to be accessible while offering competitive prices. their most sold items are the knitwear brooke makes for furbabies and the birth flower themed tarot decks his older brother created

his older brother is like his best friend and he looks up to him very much. he's kind of like his very own hero

his favorite artists are crush, jessi, gray, dean, shinee, and english artists such as coldplay, 5sos, bastille, the japanese house, no rome and the x

he struggles with adhd, but he takes medication for it, and attends therapy. it isn't wide known, and he doesn't talk about it much, but because he's ashamed, but because he knows how it can be a sensitive topic in the industry, and he's careful with whom he shares that information

loves taking care of plants and growing them, he always has one by his windowsill, it's carefully taken cared of and very loved. he has an interest for the stars due to his older brother's interests, and knows where they are in the sky from countless camping trips they've went together. he has owns a few crystals, gifted to him by insoo ( his older brother ), he keeps them proudly displayed on his work desk, each and every one of the crystals' meanings are written in his notebook for safe keeping, and he makes sure to follow the instructed rituals given to him to ensure the best positive vibes ever

he picked up knitting to occupy his hands and help him focus whenever he found himself stimming. he loves making cute little accessories for his friends and pets that they could use and show off. he learned how to knit from his mother, and he ended up running with it. one of his favorite pastimes is going shopping for the prettiest and softest of yarns

his fashion style can be described as cosy, warm and comfortable, very cottage core and light academia inspired. he truly believes in an other life he would have been a flower witch

here are a few plot ideas in mind! i'm always down to brainstorm too!

your muse’s clothes have a few holes or need to be restored and they go to brooke for help

your muse needs help improving their flexibility and need help incorporating it in their dancing, brooke is there to offer some ideas

brooke is found one day in the general store going through the sewing section, curled up on the floor and holding balls of yarn to his chest like his actual babies, and your muse wonders what the heck is going on

(best) friends he can have late night adventures with, go to themed cafes and explore south korea with them. spending most of his life in canada, there are still so many places he hadn’t been to that he would love to experience

in the same wave length, korean tutors

#( 💐 ) ⸻ ooc.

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astoriacolumnstaircase · 1 year

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If you're still doing the fic writing asks, 50 x 4! (caus I'd like to hear you talk about what you want and I also can't keep track of the og post and what you've answered)

You can multiply questions?! (you can, brows. Thank you.)

question #2 got me looking at my works page, and wow I do not reuse tags! So my top three came in at three uses each: Angst, Fluff, Body Horror. And yes, that is a very accurate representation of my writing habits. It's very difficult to send original works to magazines because I feel like my particular brand of cozy horror is not one trad publishing really calls for, but I write it because it's what I want to read. I love horror that just lives here. The human ability to adapt to anything can be so funny at a certain point. And really heartening! There's some anguish over how we're all dying, but hey we're all in this together, can I get you a cup of coffee while we talk about teeth?

question #21; a story with no dialogue or only dialogue is an interesting one because I'd go no dialogue in a heartbeat. Even though I love writing dialogue, and most of my notes are just dialogue beats for stories, it's a lot easier to cheat dialogue than it is to cheat everything else. You can't really give setting through dialogue alone without getting into cheesy exposition, but the way a person interacts with their place, their clothes, all that can give a much broader story than dialogue on its own. That's not to say it's an easy challenge. I'd have to really work at a story to keep it interesting if nobody's talking to each other. But it'd be slightly less work than a story with no place.

Question 39: my writing process is inspired by so many people at this point that I think it's safely my own, but there are some things that still stick out as distinctly taken from others. One of my favorite craft books is What It Is by Lynda Barry, which is both a book on writing exercises and an intense collage of comics and cut out images pasted onto a legal pad. The first half is a lot of her history with writing, and the second is all lesson plans that she does with her students. One that really stuck with me is a lesson to describe a dress, and sometimes if I feel like I can't write anything I'll fall back on "describe an object. It doesn't have to do anything, and in fact it probably shouldn't. Just let it be." I can't reccomend this book highly enough (though it might be difficult to get into with how chaotic the pages are.) Another person I think of often when I'm considering structure is Milan Kundera's The Art of the Novel, where he talks about the act structure as being somewhat meaningless to his work, and its easier to think of things in orchestral movements. It's not usually relevant when I'm writing shorter things, but sometimes knowing what type of movement I'm trying to write will make things easier.

And Question 49: I'm still working on the last chapter of Flowers! Relevant to feeling stuck and describing a dress, here's a passage from the beginning

Imogen smooths her dress in the mirror and frowns at her exposed shoulders. While it’s warm inside the skyship, the party’s supposed to be on deck, out in the cool night air high above the jungle. The dress seemed so perfect when she bought it last week. All cream and lace and layers that twirl around her ankles when she spins. Fearne and Laudna were insistent she buy it. Said it was made for her. But the scars have climbed all the way to her neck, and they’re always faintly glowing. She didn’t want to be a spectacle, all glittering against the night sky in the middle of Laudna’s party.

Not that anyone would call her a spectacle. Laudna says they’re pretty. Hell, even Chetney won’t give her shit about them, knowing she’s a little sensitive there. But they've invited just about everyone they know, and it’s hard to kick the habits that helped her survive Gelvaan.

#answered #distant--shadow

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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Roswell, New Mexico certainly knows how to raise the stakes. In the Season 3 premiere, Maria experienced a foreboding premonition that unfolded at a funeral, one that possibly placed Dr. Kyle Valenti in the casket. The Reaper came close to claiming Kyle after he was impaled and bleeding out -- until Max saved him. But then Kyle went missing.

Soon, Alex discovered Eduardo Ramos had been keeping a comatose Kyle tucked away safely, after someone had injected him with an unidentified drug. Now that Kyle is awake and back on his feet, he wants answers… but he might not like what he unearths.

Roswell, New Mexico star Michael Trevino recently spoke with CBR about Kyle's evolution, that funeral vision, the Valenti legacy and possibly directing an episode in Season 4.

CBR: After portraying a hybrid werewolf on Vampire Diaries, what was interesting about playing a normal human in Roswell, New Mexico?

Michael Trevino: It was just that. To be able to play a human, with these supernatural elements happening around you, that you are not necessarily part of, but you are there to reflect the human reaction of that. Being a part of Vampire Diaries, I was in that supernatural element. With this, I couldn't get too far away from it in my career, but it's about reacting to those things.

With Kyle Valenti, it's a role that is definitely more grounded for me, but hopefully, it is grounded for the audience. That's their character they can identify with. How would you react to being in Roswell, New Mexico, hearing about aliens, figuring out that they are around and live amongst you, and that perhaps there are more aliens out there?

Kyle could have been a local cop, a lawyer, a business owner. How happy are you that the writers have incorporated his medical/surgeon profession into the narrative?

Michael Trevino: For one, you figure with these aliens being around and anything going wrong with them, there would have to be some type of medical element. The whole lore of alien and alien autopsies, we need to have a character like that in Roswell. For me, to be a surgeon and then worked into everything that's happening with these three aliens in Roswell, it's big for Kyle.

This season, Maria experienced a funeral vision, and it seems to be Kyle's body in the casket. What were your thoughts on that development and what it meant for Kyle?

Michael Trevino: For me, Kyle seems to be the common thread throughout all the storylines. I'm really happy about that, being on this show and that the writers have done that. Although Kyle seems to be the one helping put out all the fires and he's there for everyone, being a good friend and doing whatever is asked of him, it would make sense that Maria is having these visions. Kyle might, or might not, have something to do with that. We are going to see that play out. Kyle is on everybody's minds. We are wondering what's going on with him. Where is he? That makes the most sense because he's there for everybody else.

The writers have "maliciously" teased and taunted viewers by continually putting Kyle in harm's way. Has that been part of the fun of this mystery, that "will they or won't they kill him" at any given moment?

Michael Trevino: It's safe to say that nobody is safe in Roswell. I do like that they've kept choosing Kyle to tease a bit. There's a warm spot for Kyle. He's a good guy. I watch the show and I'm like, "Damn. This guy is doing his best and trying to be there for everybody. It's a nice feeling."

Considering Kyle was painted as a dick in high school, there's been a lot of growth and evolution from him into a better person.

Michael Trevino: Yes, I believe this Episode 3.09 is a big turning point for Kyle. We find out a little bit more of his backstory. He's finding that out in real time. That can be frustrating. We see that emotion in Kyle. But this is finally where he takes a stand. He makes a hard decision. He's either going to go left or he's going to go right. He's carved out his path. "This is what I'm going to do. This is how I want things to be."

Moving forward, how focused is Kyle on uncovering the unknown assailant, who injected him with that paralytic drug, which left him bedridden?

Michael Trevino: Where we find him, he's reached his limit. He's been there for everybody, and he tries to put out fires. But, in this episode, he's really frustrated and it's kind of taken a toll on him. The last time we saw him, he was in a hospital bed in a barn. It's, "What is going on? What is happening?" He wants more answers. We are going to see him get those answers. But, then also, frustrated because, "Why me? Why is this happening?"

Kyle also learns some startling information about his father, the code that he lived by and more about that creepy little radio. How is Kyle unpacking all of this because it's a lot to take in?

Michael Trevino: He's trying his best to process everything he's discovering. But like anybody else, he has this idea of what the Valenti code is, of who Jim Valenti is, of who is his father. We are in season three. We've come to find out Kyle's father isn't who he really thought he was. That hurts. That's got to be shocking to his world. Very jarring. I feel that we see that in [Episode] 3.09. There's a bit of information that is given out that is very important and catapults Kyle for the remainder of this season.

What do you feel keeps Kyle in Roswell? He's had the opportunity to leave and work in other cities…

Michael Trevino: For Kyle, there might be some abandonment issues because of his father not being around. With that, he doesn't want to do the same thing to others. We've seen how vital he is, how important he is to what is going on in Roswell. He doesn't want to run away from that. And let's talk about the lifelong connection he has with Liz. He doesn't want to leave her not only in harm's way, but stuck with this mess. So, Kyle is choosing to stay and figure out what is really going on.

What else can you preview about what's in store for Kyle in the last block of episodes?

Michael Trevino: Kyle is going to have a lot more to do with what's going on in Deep Sky. He and Eduardo will become allies and work together, to do what they have to do, with Jones.

What was it like having original Roswell star Sherri Appleby direct some episodes, as well as Vampire Diaries creator Julie Plec and your former co-star, Paul Wesley?

Michael Trevino: Speaking to Sherri Appleby, it was nostalgic. She's one of the OGs for the original. To have her come on board and direct an episode -- even for her -- I think it's a full circle in her career. It was a blast to have her on set and be taking notes from her, just because of the connection she has to this story and these characters. Roswell is on the CW. It's on Warner Bros. television. It's a family I have been part of for over a decade. To work with Julie Plec and Paul Wesley, personally, is a great thing. As the years have gone on, our careers are expanding. It's a beautiful thing to watch. This business can be challenging. It can be tough. To see us all, striving to do the best that we can, is great.

You've aspired to step behind the camera. What's the appeal and are you going to get the chance in Season 4?

Michael Trevino: Being in this television world for so long, this is a machine. It takes so many people to produce one-hour of network-episodic television. Being on these sets as an actor has been great and a privilege, and I'm grateful for it, but I want to expand and do a bit more.

In telling these stories, I get very involved in the blocking of scenes or what's going to best service this story when we are in these scenes, doing rehearsals. I find myself figuring things out. I am interested in the camera moves. I am interested in where we are setting up lights. I am interested in everything. I want a shot at that.

After Season 3, I shot a short film in Albuquerque. That was my first time directing and it was such a great experience. I am in post-production on that. I've put it out there. I've spoken to producers. I can neither confirm nor deny if I am getting an episode this [upcoming] season. I'm hoping I will be.

You are on a superhero-heavy network. What are your thoughts on playing in that sandbox?

Michael Trevino: Marvel has obviously been top dog for some time, but DC has been doing some really great things. I feel in this world of streaming, that these television series are just as great as these big-budget feature films. What they have is they can expand on their storylines with these comic book characters. I would love to do one because of the physicality that some of those roles require. I love doing stunts and I'm very athletic. Any type of role that has that physicality to it, I really lean into that. Any type of comic book role that came my way would be a dream.

#michael trevino #kyle valenti #rnm 3x09 #rnm spoilers #rnm cast interviews #roswell new mexico s3 #long post is long

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bleachbleachbleach · 3 years

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Who got a glow up during the timeskip and who got a downgrade design wise?

I'm resistant to change by nature, so I'll be honest my first thought was "man, everyone's hair is worse now." I've since gotten over that--and have also recognized that in select cases it's simply not true--but having thought long and hard about this question I think the biggest glow-up for me was Sasakibe, because I went from... not entirely registering his existence... to being told that he had died?! But now he's one of my favorite characters!! And the man has a mane to rival the silkiest of silver foxes. Sasakibe doesn't need a glow-up because ever panel he's in improves the page. He's the one who gives the glow ups.

One of my favorite things about Sasakibe is that he's apparently had some reasonably in-depth bathhouse time with Zaraki, to the extent that he's offered hair care advice. So if we're talking glow-ups and talking about timeskip hair, I feel like we have to recognize a few notable students of Sasakibe's, and reward them for the effort they've taken in reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: Sasakibe's Guide to Mane Maintenance:

Yumichika: Here's the thing. Yumichika prides himself on devising his own beauty regimens, and would never admit to having cribbed anything from anyone else, let alone Sasakibe. But he overheard Zaraki muttering about it one day and there were good ideas--ideas he hadn't considered--except in Sasakibe's version it required importing things from the living world. Yumichika puts his own spin on it, figures out how to achieve the same effect for cheaper, and if anyone were to ask him where he got the idea he's planning to titter enigmatically, with a pitying look in his eyes that suggests you should be able to figure that out on your own, or you shouldn't be asking. The new feathers are, of course, entirely his own--but the added volume and long-lasting Covergirl looks being served? There's a little Sasakibe in there.

Renji: Renji had pretty striking hair pre-timeskip, in all of its red spikiness. But afterwards? It's so long and luscious? Pretty sure that someone (Yumichika maybe?) explained to him what a Brazilian blowout was, and he went for it.

Ikkaku: Easily the best hair, pre- and post-timeskip. (Though after the Winter War and having experienced the dry winter winds of the sky over Fake Karakura, he has actually been using a new oil that keeps his head supple--but not greasy!)

This is getting long, so we'll save the story of Matsumoto, Hinamori, and Rukia's depression-haircut girls' trip for later!

#sasakibe choujirou #ayasegawa yumichika #abarai renji #madarame ikkaku #bleach #bleach manga #asks #thank you for this ask!!!

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lambourngb · 4 years

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Not sure if you are taking prompt buts if you are Post S2 prompt: I just want to see Alex quietly singing/humming The Song to Michael. Maybe Michael's hurt and in pain or they've both had a really emotional event happen and are totally drained from crying. I want that song to be a source of comfort. My partner isn't an amazing singer but I still find it really comforting when he sings to me and I like to think Michael and Alex eventually get to that point too.

This was a very romantic prompt nonnie! I’m afraid I was in a hurt/comfort state when I started this. Warnings: Confinement, experimentation, angst, mention of Forlex, mention of the Miluca breakup, but all is not lost.

“like a halo from a gun”

Time stopped having meaning to Michael sometime after the third week of confinement.

Guards entered his cell at random intervals, always wearing black masks and dull, badge-less armor that kept them anonymous. The first injection of the serum Helena had once used on him let him know he was probably in the hands of the real Deep Sky operation. Fighting with his fists, pulling every dirty trick he learned from his brief stint in juvie at 15, rewarded him with a broken wrist and a battered torso.

He was gifted with a soft white bandage to hold the splits of his bone together, he supposed they were too nervous to allow him with the hard plaster of a cast. The pain left him weak, tired, and finally docile as vial after vial of blood was taken from him.

At least it was just blood, and not anything more taxing, like tissue or an organ. If he survives this cell, he would have to thank Max for blowing up Liz’s lab. There was no way he could be sanguine over seeing Noah’s liver in a jar after this experience.

Worry about that later, he reminded himself. If there was a later.

No one was coming for him because no one knew he was missing. His plan had been simple, shared with Isobel, Max and Sanders. A month long road trip to get some space from Roswell, and Max’s moping over Liz’s departure seemed like a good idea at the time, and if he by chance he ended up in California to plead his brother’s case, well, seeing the Pacific Ocean felt like a thing to do.

The open road with his window down had beckoned. He had let the wounded feelings from Maria blow away with his mixed emotions about Forrest, stitching up the raw places inside in ways he knew alcohol couldn’t and acetone shouldn’t. As he drove, he had found himself humming Alex’s song, reminding himself of the promise of the future.

It was not their time now, but it would be one day had been his mantra.

Three hours later, feeling lighter and more hopeful, he had pulled over to assist a stranded motorist. A mother, holding a baby at her hip, had seemed harmless enough until she hit him with a needle pulled from an innocuous diaper bag.

His powers gone, he had made it back to his truck just in time for three black Jeeps with weapons mounted to appear from the surrounding brush to pin him down. Surrender or death, he picked surrender. He picked hope.

Now, his wrist screaming with a swollen hot feeling, he considered the idea that he might have picked the wrong option. Michael shut his eyes, letting the siren song of fatigue, despair and pain drag him down to sleep. He found a brighter, happier place to be, deep inside his mind. Perhaps it was his body shutting down, or perhaps he had found the place his mother described to Tripp. The ultimate sanctuary from pain and fear.

There was a kinship believing that his mother found the same haven, where maybe her Manes man had waited for her the way Alex waited for him in the dream. The only dark he could find there, were Alex’s warm eyes, and the only touch he could feel was Alex’s broad hands. After three bags of blood drawn, he could sometimes hear Alex’s voice, whispering soft promises to him.

Together we could quiet all the noises

Drown out the voices

Play our own song

He could still hear Alex’s voice, as he slowly surfaced from his mind. It didn’t make any sense to his sluggish thoughts. The song kept up, and the next thing he was aware of was the slow, carding of his hair and the warmth under his face of his pillow. Except he didn’t have a pillow.

Blinking he met the bruised, worried face of Alex. He would never hallucinate Alex with a mark on his face, let alone darkening blemish on his cheekbone and worrying cut that bled sluggishly from his forehead creeping upward to his hairline. “You’re actually here?”

“Yes,” Alex confirmed.

“Why? How-”

“The ‘how’ is Maria had a vision not long after you left, and once she figured out that you were in trouble, she had me try to track your phone.” Alex frowned faintly, his touch never wavering as he smoothed back the matted and sweat-crusted locks of hair. “We found your truck at used car dealer a few miles from the last cell tower you pinged. It was all hands on deck to find you after that.”

Very little of his words registered on Michael. He was too caught up in the cringing horror at their close proximity, as his mind moved on from the fantasy of seeing Alex to the reality of his current condition. He wanted to pull away because god only knew how badly he smelled at the moment. Bathing consisted of a blast of a hose, bracingly cold and relying on the force of the water to wash away the dirt and fear-sweats he routinely suffered. All of that said, he never wanted to leave the place on Alex’s lap. Being treated like a person after 3 weeks of nothing but sterile touch undid all his work at detachment.

Unaware of the train of Michael’s thoughts, Alex continued in a soft voice, “I should have looked sooner, but- anyway, I didn’t even know you guys had broken up. Actually, I didn’t even know you left town until Maria came to my house looking for you.”

The blood loss was making him stupid as he tried to figure out what made Maria think he was at Alex’s. It was still too painful to even think about how he had failed with her, did she really think he would seek out the other person who knew how inadequate he was when it came to a relationship? As free and relaxed as Alex was at the Wild Pony, with Jesse in the ground, why would he want to ruin that?

Michael was well aware of how stuck he was emotionally, in all the ways that seemed to matter to people, and Alex had evolved past him. Tired, he squeezed his dry eyes shut tightly. “Why your house?”

“Her visions of you all involved me. In various positions she said?”

It took a second to comprehend Alex’s admission before Michael briefly wished that his captors would return. Getting drained to light-headed weakness was preferable to this. The mental retreat he had built where he inserted Alex into his delusion of a happily ever after had more windows instead of privacy doors. He had been broadcasting to his ex-girlfriend. Fuck his life.

“Oh god- I’m so sorry, I just, I was trying to-.”

“Hey, hey,” Alex cut him off, his eyes kind as always even as Michael struggled to keep from crying. It was definitely time to wish for more needles, for more medical experimentation. That felt kinder than this discussion for Michael.

Sensing that hovering stab of humiliation, Alex made his own confession in return in the quiet, “After my leg, when rehab sucked. I pictured things being different too, or I thought about that summer with you. You don’t have to apologize, not to me.”

“Still, if she had put on the damn bracelet-” Mortified and weak, Micheal turned his face toward Alex’s hip, hiding it from view.

“Well the fact she wasn’t wearing the bracelet worked out in your favor. It’s how we realized you were in trouble in the first place, since she came over to my house to yell at you to stop projecting at her. She didn’t think it was deliberate either. She thought we had gotten back together, and because of your past with her, that you had left some link open by accident.”

“Bet Forrest loved that, my ex-girlfriend yelling at you about your- about me.”

Alex’s hand paused, either at the barb or the course correction Michael made in describing himself. For all the use of past tense feelings, the closest he’d heard Alex come to naming him was ‘first love’.

“Sorry,” Michael whispered, as a wave of shame swelled. “Sorry for that, and sorry that you’re here with me now. You shouldn’t have come but I know why you did. Guess that means we’re even now.”

“Of course I came, and it had nothing to do with being even.”

“Right, you don’t want to keep score anymore.”

Alex pinked a little at the reference to his song, before nodding seriously, “Yes, remember how the rest of the song goes?” He let his eyes track to the corner of the cell where the video surveillance was mounted plainly without subterfuge. “Would you meet me in the middle,” he sang sweetly, nodding toward the left wall of the cell, “Could we both stop keeping score? There’s a battle I must fight along, it’s you I’m fighting for. If I call on my battalion, break down the walls stone by stone, tear down the defenses, I could build our heart a home?”

Goddamnit. That crazy, brave, genius bastard really did have a plan. Michael was ready to both kiss and strangle Alex after that.

The building shook briefly, rocked by a far off explosion. Michael summoned the reserves of his energy, and moved with Alex’s body as they rolled toward the wall. Then all hell started to break loose. The battalion mentioned was not just metaphorically tearing down walls. In the midst of deafening blasts and new alarms wailing in response, he found Alex’s ear. “I want to come home to you, that’s all I want, just when I’m ready.”

“That’s all I want too.”

#Anonymous #malex fic #roswell new mexico #spoilers for 2x13 #angst with a hopeful ending #malex #captured: cw #experimentation: cw #hurt/comfort #mentions of others #not sure if I can write short stories #i think in epic terms so...

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Hey Brother.

Pairings: No Pairing - Platonic Triple Frontier Boys

Word count: 900ish

Author's Note: Apparently i’m feeling a little angsty tonight . Set after the movie from Pope’s POV. To whoever stumbles on this, I hope you enjoy!

Do you ever wish you can turn back time?

Even though there's a fire crackling in the middle of their makeshift circle, Pope can't seem to warm himself up. He can hear the boys murmurs to each other as they catch up on things they've missed out on but he can't really bring himself to properly join in. He doesn't feel as though he's earned his place back in the circle yet. Wrapping his jacket tighter around himself, Pope lets his eyes brush over each member of his crew.

Frankie sits directly across from him, one hand holding his bottle of beer while the other picks at the label. Pope is unsure whether he actually realises he's doing it, it's just always been a tick of Frankie's. He looks better than the last time Pope saw him - calmer and healthier. Frankie had quietly shared with the group earlier that things were starting to look up for him and his family. That his pilot license was no longer suspended and his name had been cleared. He proudly showed off pictures of his little girl Rosa and informed the boys to expect a wedding invitation through the post because he'd popped the question to his lady just a couple of weeks before. Pope had never seen Frankie look so happy and he was proud of him for turning things around after Colombia.

Next to Frankie sits Benny who is in the middle of telling everyone about the new girl that caught his eye. Sweet Lila he calls her. He brags about how she didn't fall for his usual charm and made him work for a date with her. He declares to the circle that he's going to marry her one day. Benny practically has heart eyes when he talks about her and Pope feels his lips quirk up in a small smile. It's nice to know that there is someone out there who can keep his teammate on his toes. That Benny has someone to turn to when his emotions inevitably get too much. It's one of the things Pope admires about the younger man - he's not ashamed to let himself feel.

Will who sits to Pope's right has been somewhat quiet himself for most of the evening. He looks content though to be amongst his friends, playfully teasing Benny when he gets too rowdy. Not much has changed for Will over the past year. He informed the boys that he taken a step back from doing his talks for recruiters and is looking into a career change, though he isn’t quite sure what yet. He just knows that he’s done with anything army related. Benny is also quick to tell the rat out that Will’s got a girl who he’s been keeping to himself. Even though the boys beg him to tell them more, Will refuses to give up any information about his lady love saying the boys will meet her in good time. One of Pope’s favourite things about Will is that he never backs down.

Pope finally lets his gaze drop to his left where the last chair in the circle sits vacant. It's a harsh reminder that their crew is one member short. Their fallen brother is the reason why they are all sitting here tonight in Will's garden. It's Tom's one year anniversary and Pope is grateful he doesn't have to spend it alone. That his friends haven't gave up on him despite the way they parted ways. Despite the fact that he was to blame for the whole mess.

Truth be told, the past year had not been kind to Santi. He had intentionally isolated himself from his friends seeing it a fit punishment for his sins. There were days when the guilt was so overwhelming that he couldn’t eat or sleep because of it. It had been his fucking idea to do the reccy. It was him that conned his brothers into a failed mission and it ended with one of them gone. He had wished on every star in the sky that he could get a do over. That he had never brought up his stupid plan and left his brothers in peace.Pope feels tears burn at the back of his eyes and harshly scrubs his hands over his face. A hand on his shoulder grounds him and brings him back to the present and he turns to see Will looking at him in concern. It's suddenly very quiet in the garden.

"I know you might not believe me when I say this Santi ,but you really need to hear this. None of us blame you for what happened. Yes the mission was a complete shit show. We definitely should not have been there .Not to speak ill of the dead but it was Tom's actions that lead to what happened to him. You did everything in your power to keep the situation in check. It wasn't your fault Santi" Pope sees Frankie and Benny nod in agreement with Will.

It's as though the dam finally breaks at Will's words and Santi allows the tears roll down his cheeks. For the first time in a long time he feels something other than sadness well in his chest. There might be hope that this is the starting point to slowly bring things back to normal ( well as normal as they can be). He has his brothers' forgiveness and it feels like a weight has lifted from his chest. They may not all bonded by blood, but they were brothers just the same. This was his family and they still wanted him in it.

Benny clears his throat to catch everyone’s attention. He raises his glass up.

"To Tom”

" To Tom" the others chorus

' To Forgiveness" Pope thinks to himself before downing his drink.

#Triple Frontier #Santiago Garcia #santiago pope garcia #Benny Miller #ben miller #Will Miller #william ironhead miller #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #tom davis #tom redfly davis #hey brother

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years

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Banished (Part 28)

*Not My Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 12-13-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

~Master~

~Banished Master~

*Based off episode 2x15 of The 100, Blood Must Have Blood (Part 1)

Since you thought you saw your mom, you’ve been trying to take it easy. You wanted to be here. You needed to be here, but everything seemed to be going a million miles a minute. The Grounders hadn’t made your life any easier, neither had seeing your dead mom though. You didn’t know what was happening but no matter how much you tried to shake off the feeling and thoughts, it just didn’t work and you found yourself thinking more and more about Mount Weather.

Clarke caught on quickly. She was shocked her mom even allowed you to leave Camp Jaha after the injuries you’ve endured without a proper check up. But here you were. And something was up.

Your non-stitched leg bounced against the ground as you fixated on your mom sitting by the fire in front of you. Her eyes met yours with for a split second before Clarke tapped your shoulder, pulling your attention away as you jumped.

“Are you okay?” She asked as you looked back to your mom, only for her to have disappeared once again. You let out a shaky breath and plastered on a smile.

“Yeah. Everything’s great.” You lied as Clarke took the spot next to you, eying your leg and the bruises that had formed across your collarbone from the building.

She shook her head. “My mom shouldn’t have let you leave.”

“Yeah, didn’t really give her much of a choice.” Lexa caught your attention as Stg. Miller walked into the camp, a container of hydrazine in his hands. “Let’s go, Lexa wants us.” You stood up as you wavered. Clarke was on her feet, holding you up as her eyes widened.

“Y/N, you need to get checked out, if not for your blood loss then for your head. I think you have a concussion.” You ignored her concern as you moved towards Lexa. “You can’t do this.”

“You’re not in charge of me. You’re not my leader Clarke.” You snapped, spinning on your heel to face her. Clarke looked away from you, her jaw locking.

“I’m saying this as a friend Y/N.”

You scoffed and bit your lip. “Yeah, you aren’t much of that either.” Her eyes dropped to the floor. “You let a bomb drop on my head. And Octavia’s, your mom, Kane, Indra. You didn’t even try to save us.”

“That’s not true.” Her voice cracked as she held back a layer of tears. You looked at her, the face of a girl regretful of her choices as you took a seat again. Clarke felt hopeful as she joined you, pulling her knees up to her chest.

“I need to do this Clarke. I need to be a part of this fight.” You whispered. It felt like years before Clarke looked at you, her tears finally settled against her eyelids.

“Why?”

You took in a deep breath as you and Clarke stood up, moving towards Lexa’s tent. “I’m tired of being the reason why people die. I... I want to save someone.” Clarke understood completely. After everything, killing people was the last thing she wanted to do. But if that was how she was going to save her friends, then so be it.

You walked into the tent with Clarke, but you moved to stand on the other side of Lexa before Sgt. Miller entered. They gave Clarke the hydrazine, apologizing for Abby’s absence before Clarke said it was fine.

“The wounded in Tondc need her more.” She glanced at you which went unnoticed by all but you and Lexa. David walked away as the field commanders circled around the table in front of you.

“Today’s the day we get our people back.” Lexa announced, getting everyone’s attention. “The enemy thinks they are safe behind their door and they’re not. When realize that, they will fight back. Hard.”

Clarke looked down at the map of the mountain. “This is a rescue mission. We are not here to wipe them out. There are people inside that mountain that have helped us, children who have nothing to do with this war. We kill their soldiers, their leadership if we have to, but we are there to rescue our people. Is that clear?” Mumbles came from everyone as they agreed to Clarke’s conditions. “Good. Then let’s begin.” She explained the plan with the 4 groups, Raven and Wick go to the Dam, Indra and Octavia leading through the mines, Bellamy and the Grounders in Mount Weather, and Clarke, Lexa, and you by the front door. “According to Maya, the electromagnetic locking system has one flaw. When the power goes out, it disengages. That's where Raven's team comes in. The mountain's electricity is generated at Philpott Dam. By now, they've taken the turbine room.” Clarke told you all about Raven and Wick who were supposed to blow the power.

“There is a catch.”

Of course there was, you thought.

“A backup generator inside the mountain. If the lock is still functioning when that backup power kicks in, we'll never get that door open, we'll never get our people back.”

“How long do we have before Backup power kicks in?” You asked as you crossed your arms, stepping closer to the map.

Clarke sighed. “One minute. That’s the window.” You nodded slowly. You weren’t sure if this was going work. Even if everything went perfectly, one minute was a hard deadline. David agreed with your thoughts and suggested having Bellamy do it, but Clarke shook her head. “Leaving them without power that long would kill them. And besides, we lost contact with Bellamy.”

“What?” You glared at her, obviously not getting that memo. “When?”

“After he took out the fog.” She admitted and frowned, her head tilting apologetically. You scoffed, forgetting the other people in the room.

“You weren’t going to tell me?” You asked as Lexa grabbed your shoulder.

“Bellamy’s a warrior. He’ll be fine.” She tried to convince you as you stopped glaring at Clarke.

“He better be.” You muttered to yourself. Lexa heard you but made no indication as Clarke moved on and finished explaining the plan.

When she was done, Lexa stepped up, looking everyone in their eyes as she made her final speech. “The mountain has cast a shadow over these woods for too long. They've hunted us, controlled us, turned us into monsters. That ends today. Thanks to our alliance with the Sky People, the mountain will fall. As Clarke said, we spare the innocent. As for the guilty... Jus dren just daun.”

The grounders chanted the words over and over again and Clarke joined in, but you couldn’t. All you could think about was the possibility of Bellamy in Mount Weather and you no longer have contact with him. What if he was caught? What if he was already gone and you had no idea.

Losing this war was not an option.

You flickered your sights to the corner of the room, the sun filtered in through the rip of the tents as your breathing picked up and your mom stood there once again.

Why? Why was she always there?!

“Y/N?” Lincoln came up next to you, his hand landing on the small of your back but you didn’t look at him. “Y/N.”

“What?” You finally pulled your eyes away and looked at him. He narrowed his eyes and looked where you had been staring off but saw nothing.

“Bellamy will be fine.” He wasn’t sure what caused your worries but he assumed it involved Bellamy’s safety. “Come on. Let’s talk.” He lead you outside, away from the masses before you both sat against two trees, looking at each other.

Neither of you said anything as you sat in each other’s comfort, listening to the calls of the grounders around you. Your eyes were shut as you stared into the sky and Lincoln watched you closely.

“This is nice.” You told him as he nodded, looking up into the sky.

“It’s a good distraction. Gets you out of your head.”

“I could really use that.” You let out a quiet laugh as Lincoln furrowed his brow.

“What’s going on with you Y/N?” He asked as you groaned, falling onto the ground completely.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

Lincoln watched your actions, seeing the way you took deep breaths as he moved to lie next to you. “Well maybe if you let people in they would stop asking.”

You turned to look at him, your mouth down turned as you sigh. “You really want to know what’s going on in my head?” He nodded. You didn’t know what to say, was he serious? “Maybe some other time.” You whispered before looking up at the sky. Lincoln was disappointed you didn’t open up a little but he knew you heard him. He knew you’d let someone in, even if it wasn’t him. “Do you think we’re gonna win?” You asked him, peaking through one eye. Lincoln didn’t know how to answer you as he glanced over to Lexa, seeing her talking to Clarke before he sighed. “You don’t have to answer. It was a dumb question.”

“There’s no winning in war, Y/N.” You gave him a sad smile before standing up, wiping the dirt off your pants before looking down at Lincoln.

“Why do you have be so depressing, Lincoln?” You joked as the man chuckled, standing on his feet before the two of you walked back. “Thanks for the quick distraction. Now, let’s go open a door.”

It wasn’t that long afterwards where you were standing outside Mount Weather, watching Monroe drill holes into the door. The sound of the drilling stopped and made you look up, Monroe turning around in satisfaction. “That should do it. Bombs away.”

Sgt. Miller walked up to the door as Clarke told him to be careful and he nodded. You and Lincoln shared a look before following Miller’s father. He pulled out the container of Hydrazine, his hands shaking heavily as you placed yours over his, comforting him. “You can do this.” You told him as he looked up at you then to Lincoln.

“What if we’re too late?” He asked you as you felt a lump form in your throat at the similarity of your fears.

“What if we aren’t? Draw your strength from your son.”

David looked between the two of you and himself. All coming from different backgrounds, a Grounder, a Guard, and a prisoner, but all in the same place. “The mountain has taken too much from all of us, hasn’t it.” You felt Lincoln’s eyes on you as your hand trailed off David’s hand, letting him put the bomb in the hole.

You needed to wait for Raven and Wick before the bombs could go off, so you stood there staring at the door and playing with the handle of the sword on your hip as Clarke approached you for the second time that day.

“Think this will work?” She asked as you nodded slowly.

“Don’t really have any other choice, now do we?” You gave her a playful smile which she happily returned. “Clarke. About this morning, what I said? I don’t blame you for Tondc. I can’t imagine if you told us where we’d end up. Bellamy would’ve been caught and we’d be dead anyways. That’s not on you.”

Clarke didn’t know what to say, she was grateful you understood and wasn’t holding it over her head. “Thank you.” She said before glancing over at Lexa. You followed her gaze as Lexa walked up to the two of you.

“This is taking too long.” Clarke told her as Lexa stood in between the two of you, staring at the metal in front of you all. You let the two girls be as you moved to stand alone, needing to sort your thoughts out. You could’ve sworn you heard your name followed by come to Polis but you didn’t listen to their conversation. You wished things would hurry up, but your stomach dropped to the ground when gunshots came across the forest you turned to Clarke quickly. “It’s coming from the damn.”

“They know we’re going for the power.”

“They know we’re going for the door.” Lexa finished for her. You didn’t know what was going to happen next as Lincoln shouted something in Trig.

“As soon as those lights go off, you push that button.” David told Clarke, putting a hand on your shoulder to comfort you like you had for him.

Lincoln nodded, looking at the grounders around him before Clarke. “We’ll do the rest.”

The lights on the door went out and Clarke and you shared a look. “She did it.”

“One minute starting.” David said as you Lincoln tossed you a bow he had.

“It’s not yours-”

“But it will work.” You assured him with a smirk. Time kept ticking as the shield wall not 10 feet in front of you fell and David tried to run and trigger it manually. You knew he wasn’t going to make it and Clarke stopped him, telling him they will find a new way.

“There is no other way.” Lexa said as you looked past the rock you hid behind, Lincoln by your side as you both looked at the door.

“You don’t need one.” You said as you got Lincoln’s attention, pointing at the door with your bow as Lincoln nodded.

“10 seconds!” You both lit an arrow on fire and placed it in your bow. Clarke counted down from 5 as Lincoln and you aimed, taking one last breath before firing and hitting the bomb straight on.

It worked.

The door almost exploded as everyone paused, turning towards Lexa and Clarke for their next command.

“We need to get to the ridge and take out the shooters.” Lexa said as you nodded, grabbing some more arrows.

“I’m on it.”

“No!” She practically screamed, grabbing onto your arm. Her eyes bore into your as you crouched back down to her eye level. “You and Lincoln stay with Clarke. When the shooting stops, get that door open.” She commanded you. You were taken back by the fact she didn’t want you to go with her but non the less, you obliged. She took off, leaving you all there watching.

Lincoln was the first to move after Lexa left, moving from behind your cover as you shouted his name.

“Lexa did it.” He announced as you sighed in relief, letting him pull you off the ground. Sergeant Miller groaned under the scraps of metal as Clarke told everyone to make sure he’s okay before turning to you.

“They’ll be waiting just inside the door.”

“Good.” You mumbled before Lincoln led two lies towards the door and attached ropes. Everyone pulled, the door barely as you tapped your foot. “Come on.” You whispered eagerly, watching the men strain against the rope before the door finally inched open.

“Attack!”

Everyone cheered, about to fulfill her order before Lexa returned. She yelled for everyone to stand down as you loosened your stance, looking for her in the crowd.

She walked with Emerson. You and Clarke froze before you meeting her halfway.

“Lexa?” You eyed Emerson up and down but he remain unfazed. “What is this?”

The door pushed open more as you spun around. “Lexa?” You whispered as grounder after grounder came stumbling out of Mount Weather.

Just grounders.

“They’re surrendering?” Clarke asked as she came to your side, watching everyone before looking at Lexa.

Emerson just smirked. “Not quite.” Clarke didn’t get it but you did. Lexa cut a deal, her people and the grounders stop fighting.

“Please don’t do this.” Clarke pled as you stared at lexa, unable to form any words.

“I’m sorry Clarke.” She said and glanced to you but her eyes left almost as quickly.

“You didn’t tell me?” Lexa refused to look in your eyes as you took a step closer. “Why didn’t you tell me?” A grounder stepped between you and her as you glared at him, your fists clenched together and you could feel your shaking as you separated yourself from the man, your head dropping almost instantly.

“Commander, let us fight.” Lincoln stepped forward taking your place as you took a few steps back. Lexa declined Lincoln’s request before turning to you.

“All our people withdraw. Those are our terms.” She said but you didn’t move or say anything. Clarke’s mouth dropped open as

Lexa began walking, standing in front of you. “Choose Y/N.”

What were you supposed to do?

Follow Clarke? Save your friends and possibly get kicked out again? Or Follow Lexa? Join her at Polis where she promised you could join.

Your feet worked faster than your mind and you found yourself walking behind Lexa in the forest.

“Y/N!” Clarke called after you. “Bellamy’s in there. Jasper, Monty, Harper. You can’t just leave them.” Clarke yelled at you as you slowed down, barely turning to her before carrying on. Your mind was reeling as Lexa glanced at you and nodded, both of you moving forward before you were out of the Skypeople’s view.

You stared down at the ground as you walked, falling more and more behind as Lexa turned to look. She said your name, gaining your attention as you finally stopped.

“I can’t.” You whispered into the night air. She sent the rest of her people ahead a little before joining you. “I can’t leave them.”

“Them or him?” She asked as you sucked in a breath, avoiding her eyes. She knew what you were doing, she knew you needed to do this. “Hodnes laik kwelnes.” You gave her a sad smile before grabbing your sword off your hip and held it out to her.

“I know. But you’re right. I can’t leave him.” Lexa just stared at you, inhaling deeply as she looked down a your silver blade. The handle was shaking as you gripped it, waiting for Lexa to take it from you but she didn’t. Instead she gave a small smile and pushed the blade towards you. You were surprised but didn’t want her to see.

“We will meet again.” She told you as you nodded, your mouth opening slightly as you chuckled.

“Yes we will.” You took one last glance around the grounder before turning back to Mount Weather where Bellamy waited for a rescue.

Clarke had watched as you followed Lexa, turning to the door in hopes of finding another plan.

“Clarke! Let’s go, we’ll find reinforcements.” David called out to her as she remained planted to the ground.

“Clarke. Come on.” Clarke turned around, facing Monroe as she sighed. “It’s over.” She said before leaving Clarke. Clarke didn’t want to listen as she turned around.

“It can’t be over.” Clarke whispered to herself as she stared at the doors to Mount Weather. She didn’t know what to do to save her friends.

You came up behind her, hesitating before touching her shoulder to make her turn around. “It’s not over until we get our friends back.”

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ionlyspeakinmyheroacademia · 4 years

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Late Nights and Lavender Tea

series masterlist ☕️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Some lauguage, gets a lil steamy at some parts, slow burn, MAJOR SPOILERS

Summary: After a year of friendship, Uraraka realizes that she is totally in love with her best friend, Midoriya Izuku. There's just one slight problem. She's in a happy, committed relationship with Iida Tenya.Or is she? As their relationship progresses, she sees a side of Tenya that scares her- and she wonders if she made the right choice to get with him in the first place. And her resurfacing feelings for Izuku aren't helping her case, not in the slightest.Midoriya Izuku always avoids romantic relationships, but he simply cannot avoid his feelings for Uraraka Ochako. She's taken, but Izuku can't help but hopelessly pine after her. After seemingly the millionth late-night talk over tea, he realizes that he's head over heels in love with her. He's in love with a girl who's off-limits. He can swallow his feelings for her sake, of course.That's okay with Izuku. If she's happy, he's happy for her. It's really okay, honestly.Teenage relationships are hard. That's one thing they've both realized.

Notes: This is my first fic, let me know what you think! (cross posted on ao3)

Chapter 4: Want Me to Beat His Ass?

“Tenya,” Ochako breathed, knotting her hands in his hair as they kissed. They were in his room, sitting on his bed making out, as they had been since they escaped from the commotion of the common space. His hands were on her back, one playing with the hem of her shirt, the other pressing her closer to him. They were supposed to be studying, but they got sidetracked quickly, when Tenya had pulled her closer, tossing the book aside.

“God, I love you,” Tenya whispered, breaking the kiss. She leaned back, they hadn’t said the L-word yet. She took a shaky breath, and smiled at him, not sure what to say. She didn’t really know how she felt. Two weeks ago, she thought she did, but now she wasn’t so sure. Ochako didn’t know what she felt anymore, her feelings had gotten extremely out of her control. “You don’t have to say it, I’m sorry if it’s too soon, I know we’ve only been going out for two months-” he stuttered, taking in the look on her face.

“I’m sorry Tenya- I… I’m just not ready,” she said quietly, not looking at him, guilt filling her, overflowing at the seams. His face fell, and he sat up, clearing his throat.

“That’s all right,” he replied, but his voice was stiff.

“Tenya-”

“I said it’s fine,” he said sharply, shocking her. “I told my girlfriend I love her, and she didn’t say it back, that’s totally fine.”

“You don’t sound fine,” she remarked, her voice hardening, and she turned to look at him. His eyes were full of anger and hurt and he was staring at his hands, which were clenched into fists. She backed up, and stood slowly.

“Where are you going?” he asked, swiveling to look at her. “I thought we were studying.”

“That’s all right Tenya, I’ll just catch up with you later, I’ve studied enough for today anyway,” she was desperate to escape, she felt terrible, and he had a look in his eye that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

He stared at her, trying to read her expression, which she wiped, conveying no emotion, except for the slight apologetic smile on her face. “I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiled warmly at him and, knees shaking, hurried out of the room and towards the elevator. She didn’t like this side of him, and yet she seemed to be the only one who brought it out in him. After all, he acted perfectly normal around other people, and even when they had been alone before they were dating, and in the first month of their relationship. He had never acted like this around her until the day of the Sports Festival, and had been getting angrier and angrier. It had only been a week, and at first after their fight, he had tried to be gentle and considerate, the way he had been throughout their entire relationship, but after that, he had been snapping at her whenever they were alone, he had been angrier, more impulsive, defensive. Ochako sighed. She didn’t know what to do.

She was standing in front of the open elevator, debating whether she should click the fourth floor button or go grab a snack from the kitchen. Choosing the latter, she stepped into the elevator pushing the button, and felt tears begin to slip down her face. She wiped them away hastily as the elevator opened, and she hurried towards the kitchen, grabbing a handful of saltine crackers from the pantry, and walked aimlessly through the commons, stopping in front of the door to the courtyard. Some fresh air would be nice, it’ll help me clear my head, she thought, and stepped out into May night, a warm breeze ruffling her hair slightly. She settled herself into a chair, and stared at the sky, letting her troubles melt away.

…

“Ochako?” she heard a familiar voice call, “What are you doing out here?”

She sat up groggily, taking in her surroundings. Why am I so cold? She turned to see Izuku, looking worried. She looked up to see the sky, the sun not even having risen yet, the stars still very bright, and she shivered.

“Ochako?” he prompted, walking over to her and setting a cautious hand on her shoulder. She turned back to him. He was so beautiful, his hair a wild, untamable, green mess, his spring colored eyes filled with concern.

“Hi,” she mumbled, still groggy from sleep.

“What are you doing out here? It’s three AM.”

“I don’t know, I remember I wanted some fresh air, and I guess I fell asleep. I’m sorry, I’ve just been so exhausted lately-”

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Okay,” she answered, rising slowly, leaning on Izuku sleepily. He supported her easily, guiding her towards the door. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, well, I was having trouble staying asleep, so I came down to have some tea when I saw you out in the courtyard,” he answered, pressing the four button on the elevator and stepping inside, holding her against him so she didn’t fall. He was stiff, as if he was uncomfortable, but she was too tired to notice.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled, her words tainted by sleep, blurring together as they made their way towards her room.

“It’s alright,” he said as he opened the door to her room, guiding her to the bed, and helped her under the covers, tucking her in.

“Thanks ‘Zu. You’re the best,” she mumbled, nodding off into unconsciousness. He smiled warmly at her, and bent down to gently kiss her forehead. The last thing she heard before she fell asleep was the door clicking shut.

…

Tenya didn’t talk to her much the next morning, and he sat away from her at breakfast. Ochako knew she deserved it, but he had to respect her feelings, just like she respected his.

“What’s up with Iida?” Jirou asked her as she played with Yaomomo’s hair, the girls were all sitting in Yaomomo’s room, sprawled out on her gigantic bed, talking and catching up on each other’s love lives.

Ochako sighed. “Well, yesterday, we were making out and he told me he loved me.”

“That’s awesome!” Mina squealed. “But wait, isn’t that a good thing?”

“Well, um, I didn’t say it back,” she mumbled.

“No!” Hagakure gasped.

“What happened Ochako? A couple of weeks ago you said you were pretty much ready to tell him, you were just waiting for him to say it,” Tsu asked, looking at her friend quizzically.

Ochako put her face in her hands. “I don’t know!” she said, her hands muffling her yell. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately! I’ve just been having doubts ever since after the Sports Festival…”

Yaomomo sat up, much to her girlfriend’s chagrin, and turned to Ochako, setting a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Tell us what’s been going on Ochako, it’s not good to keep what you’re feeling to yourself. We love you and we’re here for you, right girls?” There was a chorus of yes’s from the group, and Ochako looked up from her hands, and smiled at her friends. She was so lucky to have them.

“Well,” she started, sniffling. “It all started the day of the Sports Festival…” she said, launching into the story of the way he acted after the Sports Festival, feeling relieved it was off her chest. “And then last night, he got so angry with me so quickly, I mean, I don’t blame him, he told me he loved me, and then I told him I wasn’t ready… but I don’t know… I just feel like he should respect my feelings too you know? I’m just not ready, it’s not like I’ll never say it…” she trailed off, and tears started slipping down her cheeks. “Or maybe I won't. I just don’t know he’s been so angry at me, I don’t know what I did wrong, he’s just so rough, and then I say something and he snaps, I just don’t know what to do…” Ochako was fully sobbing now, and was being squashed into a six-way hug.

“Aw babe, you should’ve told us,” Yaomomo soothed.

“Want me to go kick his ass?” Mina asked, wiping Ochako’s tears away.

“I’ll help!” Hagakure chimed in. Ochako wiped the rest of her tears away, sniffling.

“Thanks you guys. You were right, I just needed to talk about it.”

“Ochako, can I be honest with you?” Tsu asked, setting a hand on her leg.

“What’s up Tsu?” she said, rubbing her eyes.

Tsu and Jirou exchanged a look, and Tsu looked back to Ochako, concerned. “Your relationship with Iida seems to be emotionally abusive, and possessive. He doesn’t seem to respect your boundaries, and gets angry when you call him on it, and he isn’t respecting what you’re feeling, and again, is getting angry with you and acting like a child. Then, when he’s done acting like he’s a child, he expects you to have immediately forgiven him, without apologizing.”

“Tsu’s right,” Yaomomo said quietly. “If he isn’t respecting what you’re feeling, then he doesn’t deserve you. Honestly, from what you’ve told us, I hope he doesn’t continue to get worse. I don’t know what’s going on with him, but if he’s getting angry with you for just saying what you think, then you two definitely need to rethink if you should be in this relationship.”

“You need to be careful Ochako,” Jirou insisted. “None of us know what’s going on with Iida right now, but you really need to think about if you’re happy in this relationship- and if you’re not, then you need to break it off. If he’s taking away your happiness, then he doesn’t get to be with you.”

“We love you Ochako, and we just want you to be okay,” Mina pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah, don’t let him steal your shine Ochako! You’re our star!” Hagakure said, rubbing her friend’s shoulder.

“Thanks guys. I’ll think about what you said. We have internships starting tomorrow anyway, that’ll give me plenty of time to think,” she smiled at all her friends, feeling so grateful for them. “I love you guys.” There was a chorus of ‘we love you too Ochako’ from around the group, and they group-hugged again, laughing.

“A hero’s been captured,” Izuku heard Burnin yell through his earpiece. He turned to Todoroki, taking in his friend’s expression as they listened. They had been on routine patrol, with instructions not to engage, when Burnin’s frantic message had come through. “One of Ryukyu’s interns was taken by a villain- you two are not to engage, do you hear me?” Izuku froze. Ochako was interning with Ryukyu, along with Tsu. Todoroki looked over at Izuku, saw his horrified face, and asked the question Izuku didn’t dare to.

“What’s the name of the hero that was taken?” Todoroki asked, looking at a frantic Izuku, who had broken out of his frozen state and was resorting to panic.

“I don’t know exactly- Uravity I think?” Burnin answered, and Izuku felt dread wash over him, and he started hyperventilating. “Listen to me Deku, Shoto, you are not to go after her. Do you hear me? Wait for backup, and stay away from forty-fifth street!”

“Todoroki, we have to save her!” Izuku said frantically, turning to his friend.

“Midoriya, you heard Burnin. I want to save her too- but we have direct orders to stay put. Look at me, Midoriya,” he said, touching Izuku’s shoulder as Izuku stared at the ground, mouthing fighting and stealth techniques. Izuku looked up unwillingly, tears brimmed in his eyes- not tears of sadness, but of frustration, anger, hatred for the villain who captured the only girl he’d ever loved. “I know you love her. I know you do. But right now what’s best for her is for you to stay out of the way so the heroes can get to her. We’ll be doing no good interfering.”

“I just want to get in, get her, and get out. She’s all I care about. And if I had to fight, I’d have a pretty good fucking chance, because I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but I’ve fought villains before, and won. I just want her to be okay, and I’ll do whatever it takes for her to be safe. So let go of my shoulder so I can go save her,” tears of frustration were slipping down his cheeks, but his eyes were full of determination and anger.

“No, Midoriya, you know I can’t,” Todoroki shook his head in exasperation. “I can’t let you go. Remember when we fought Stain, and Iida let his personal motives get in the way and almost got himself, Native, and us killed? I won’t let you get killed. You’re my best friend Midoriya, and I’m not going to let you go.”

“If Sora had been the one captured, you wouldn’t hesitate. You would launch right into battle, am I right?” Izuku ignored the wounded look on Todoroki’s face as he thought about it and continued. “Can’t you see I have to save her? I have to, and I’ll never forgive myself if she gets hurt, that’s why I have to go now, because she could be being tortured, she could… she could be…” he didn’t want to let himself think it, but the thought filled his head, a poison spreading throughout his mind. She could be dead. “I have to Todoroki. Please,” he whispered, his voice full of agony, and Todoroki turned to look at him, seeing the pain splayed across Izuku’s face, and sighed.

“Fine, but we’re going to need a cover,” Todoroki sighed, and Izuku looked up at him, smiled a twisted smile, and whispered a quiet thank you as they dissolved into improvised planning.

…

Izuku crept silently through the abandoned building on forty-fifth street, weaving through the rubble of the trashed hallway, listening for a sound, any sound. It was then that he heard her scream, in the room he was standing next to.

“HELP! ANYONE! I’M IN HERE!” she hollered, and was cut off by a snap, and a bloodcurdling scream came tumbling out of her, a sound he didn’t know she could produce.

“Shut up you brat!” he heard the villain hiss, and it sounded as if he had slapped her. “You’ll draw the heroes right to us!”

He heard her spit, and heard the villain grunt in disgust. “That was the point you jackass,” she snarled, and he felt a swell of pride. That was his girl.

There was another snap, and he heard her gasp in pain. It took everything in him not to burst into that room and kill the villain with his own hands, even though he knew it was illegal. “Well now I have to go make sure no pros are coming to get you. Because if they do, I’ll have to kill you. Nothing personal.”

The villain’s footsteps were getting closer by the second, and Izuku looked around for a place to hide, and then remembered he could fly, and pressed himself flush against the ceiling, not daring to breathe as the villain opened the door and stepped outside, looking both ways, and hesitantly hurried down the hall, and out of sight. Izuku dropped down quietly, and ran into the room.

There she was, in the middle of the room, tears of frustration slipping down her cheeks, her wrists were bound, tied to the chair she was in palm up so she couldn’t use her quirk, and her head snapped up as she heard the creak of the floorboards when he entered. Relief flooded her eyes, and then fear.

“Deku, behind you!” she screamed, and he swung around, pushing off the ground effortlessly, the huge fist being swung at him missing widely as he soared to the ceiling, thanking God that it was a ballroom type. This must have been a hotel of some sort, he wondered before shaking his head in exasperation. Idiot! Now is not the time to focus on the building structure!

The villain jumped, swinging his abnormally large fist at Izuku’s head, who shot out Black Whip and threw the villain back. The villain’s head hit the wall, sending a rumble throughout the room, and he fell to the ground, immobilized immediately. Izuku was honestly surprised that had worked, after all, the villain was a big guy, he hadn’t expected him to go out with one hit.

He remembered Ochako, and turned to her, descending quickly, touching the side of her face before untying her wrists. He looked her up and down. She had a cut above her left eye, and a large gash in her arm. “Are you alright? Do you have any major injuries minus the ones on your arm and face?”

“Yes,” she gasped as he helped her up. “He broke my right leg, and I think he also broke my wrist. I don’t think I can walk-”

“That’s alright, don’t worry, I’ve got you, but we need to get out now, the villain will be back soon.” Ochako nodded, her face twisted in a grimace.

“Thank you,” she whispered, as he picked her up bridal style and rose slowly into the air, aiming for a large hole in the roof, where they could escape, and head out to the heroes.

He looked down at her, bringing his hand to cheek and brushing her tears away. “Always. I’ve got you.”

They smiled at each other softly, and for a moment, he thought he was going to kiss her, maybe it was the soft glow of the moon on her face, or maybe it was the love he felt for her taking over his brain, his body, before he remembered she was taken, and they were perched atop the dilapidated building he had just saved her from, and that her leg was broken.

He cleared his throat, and held her close, committing it to memory, breathing in the scent of her jasmine shampoo. “Let’s get you to the heroes, and then to a hospital.”

“Okay,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his chest as they flew down, and he hoped she couldn’t hear his heart beating wildly from her touch.

…

After he had taken Ochako to the hospital, he called Todoroki, waiting worriedly as they took X-rays of her leg and wrist, hoping they weren’t too serious.

“Where the hell are you?” Todoroki picked up on the first ring, and he sounded anxious and pissed. “Did you find Uraraka? Is she alright? Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry Todoroki, I just checked Ochako into the hospital, I should’ve called earlier- I know that was the plan, I just got distracted, and I wanted to make sure she was alright… how has it been going with Endeavor and Burnin?”

“Oh they’re pissed, they’re demanding you come back immediately- but you’re probably going to stay with Ochako, am I right?”

“Well…” he said sheepishly, “That was the plan, yeah- but I can come if you need me! I just don’t want to leave her alone, not until her parents get here.”

“Fine, stay. I can handle my father anyway. Just get back before tomorrow morning, it’s late anyway, and tomorrow’s our last day of internships.”

“Okay, see you then,” Izuku said quickly, Ochako was being wheeled out of the X-ray room, conversing quietly, and Ochako looked very small and vulnerable in the wheelchair. Izuku hurried over to her, hanging up on Todoroki, and lowered himself to his knees to talk to her.

“Are you okay Ochako?” he asked softly, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. She gave him a look. “Seriously, are you alright? Your parents are on their way…” His voice trailed off as a tear slipped down her cheek, which was still covered in dirt from the building. “Hey, hey,” he soothed, wrapping his arms around her, stroking her hair softly.

“I was so scared, ‘Zu,” she said quietly, wiping her eyes. “I thought I was going to die…. I thought that it was over. I didn’t know if I would ever see you, or Tenya, or my parents ever again, and I had given up. But then you were there, and you saved my life. You’re my hero ‘Zu.”

She said the last part softly, so quiet that Izuku barely heard her, but he was close enough that he did. He pulled her back, and kissed her forehead gently.

“Izuku I-” she started, before she was cut off from behind the two of them, by a very familiar voice.

“Ochako!” Iida called, running towards them, lowering down to where Ochako was, practically pushing Izuku aside and taking his girlfriend into his arms, kissing her. “I heard what happened, Manual and I were helping with the cleanup from the villain’s original attack when I heard you’d been captured, and I hurried here, I had to make sure you were okay…”

She smiled at him softly, and said, “I’m okay Tenya, just a few broken bones and some cuts and scrapes, nothing too serious.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Iida asked suspiciously, looking over his glasses into Ochako’s eyes, brushing her hair aside, just as Izuku had moments earlier. Izuku got to his feet, brushing off his costume, and turning back to Iida examining Ochako as she laughed. Izuku felt a pang of sadness, but pushed it away. As long as she’s happy.

“I promise I’m alright. Now, let go, Tenya. The doctors have to take me to get a cast while we wait for my parents to arrive.” Izuku opened his mouth to offer to go with her when he was cut off.

“I’ll come with you,” Iida said immediately, before Izuku could utter a word. Izuku closed his mouth, and nodded at Ochako when she looked at him worriedly.

“Yeah… I’ve got to go back to Endeavor’s agency anyway,” Izuku said, plastering a fake smile on his face, and leaning down to hug Ochako goodbye. “Call me tomorrow, or later today I guess,” he corrected after checking the time on his phone.

She laughed, and smiled warmly at him. “Thank you again for saving me.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied softly, returning her smile with just as much warmth, and rising, ignoring the dumbfounded look on Iida’s face. He turned to walk down the hall, but before he turned the corner, he looked back to see Iida holding Ochako tightly, the doctors trying to shoo him off, and Ochako smiling, and he let the sadness wash over him as he opened his phone and dialed Todoroki’s number.

“Hey, turns out I’m going to be there sooner than I thought,” he said quietly, as he left the building, pushing off the ground and flying into the air, soaring towards Endeavor’s agency.

…

By the time Endeavor and Burnin finished chewing out Izuku and Todoroki, it was light out, the sun peaking over the horizon. Izuku was exhausted, the fatigue finally setting in, and was heading back to Todoroki and his shared room when his phone started to ring. He smiled at the contact photo, his favorite picture of him and Ochako, the two of them smiling and laughing in the rain, Mina had taken it in their first year, a few weeks before she had started dating Iida.

“Hey, Ochako, how are you feeling?” he said when he picked up.

“I’m okay, my parents just got here- they took the train in, and Tenya is asleep on a chair next to the bed here, it’s quite funny honestly, he’s drooling,” she giggled, and he laughed.

“How’s the leg?” he asked, leaning against the wall as Todoroki passed him, shaking his head and smiling at his lovesick friend.

“It’s alright, they have it in a cast right now, and tonight when I get discharged and back to the dorms, they’re going to have Recovery Girl fix me up.”

“Good,” Izuku sighed in relief. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was really worried about you…”

“I promise I’m alright, don’t you worry,” she said lightly. “Thank you again for saving me last night. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t got there when you did.”

“I’m always there for you, don’t you forget it,” he promised. “You’re my best friend Ochako, how could I let anything happen to you?”

“I’m lucky to have a friend like you ‘Zu,” she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Same here,” he replied, and yawned.

“Have you slept yet Deku?”

“Well… no.”

“Izuku!” she reprimanded.

“I’m sorry! I’ve been getting chewed out by Endeavor and Burnin-”

“Wait, why?” she asked, confused.

“Oh, no reason,” he lied. She didn’t need to know that he wasn’t supposed to save her, that he wasn’t supposed to go after her in the first place.

“That’s bullshit,” she insisted, “They wouldn’t chew you out unless they had a reason.”

“They were just mad that I was back so late,” he lied again, hoping she couldn’t detect it, he had always been an awful liar.

“Uh huh,” she answered sarcastically, and he could practically hear how heavily she was rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, I should be getting to bed,” he said quickly.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tonight I guess.”

“See you tonight,” he replied, and waited until she hung up to head into his room, where Todoroki was fast asleep, snoring lightly. Izuku walked over to his bed, and flopped down on it, and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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Late Nights and Lavender Tea

series masterlist ☕️

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka

Warnings: Some lauguage, gets a lil steamy at some parts, slow burn, MAJOR SPOILERS

Notes: This is my first fic, let me know what you think! (cross posted on ao3)

Chapter 8: Whatever Happened to Lavender Tea?

Ochako was over the moon. Izuku was kissing her, his lips slightly chapped, and his hair was soft. He pulled her closer, a hand on the small of her back, drawing her in, kissing her lightly one more time before reluctantly letting go.

“No, come back,” she whined childishly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer.

“Trust me, I want to, but my stomach is betraying me,” he said, and as if on cue, his stomach growled loudly, and the two of them laughed. She grabbed her mug, blowing it off as the two of them made their way to the island, standing so close their hips were touching.

“So, I have a question,” she started, and he looked up from his leftovers to look at her, brushing away the hairs that had slipped out of her bun while they were kissing away from her face gently.

“What’s up?” he asked, smiling at her.

“I thought you liked Tsu.”

“That’s not a question,” he said nervously, and she gave him a pointed look, He sighed, and set down his spoon. “I lied about that, I’m sorry.”

“Why would you lie though?” she asked, running a hand through his messy hair as he stared at his soup.

“Well, I wanted to tell you it was really you that I was hopelessly head over heels in love with,” he grinned at her, and she laughed lightly, knocking her hip against his. “But, you were dating Iida at the time, and I didn’t want to split you two up, even if it was killing me. I just wanted you to be happy. So when you asked if I liked Tsu, I went with it.”

“Oh,” she said, and looked at him. “I’m sorry I was ever with him. I should have been with you.”

“Don’t apologize, we’re together now, aren’t we?” he soothed, setting a gentle hand on her cheek as she nodded, smiling at her warmly, and she pressed her cheek into his palm, savoring the warmth. He leaned forward, and planted a soft kiss on her lips, and then went back to his soup for a minute. She took a long drink of her lavender tea, trying to hide her smile. “So, I have a question for you now.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to go out to get coffee on Saturday? I’ll get permission from Aizawa and everything,” he asked, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Coffee sounds perfect,” she smiled, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Todoroki and Sora are going to be so excited that we’re going on a date,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his tea.

“You know, I think we should keep it between us for now,” she said, laying her head on his shoulder. “It makes it more special if we’re the only people that know about it, even if for just a few days, don’t you think?”

He rested his head on top of hers, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “That sounds perfect to me.”

They sat in silence for a while, their hands finding each other and clasping, and she wondered what she’d ever done to deserve someone as perfect as him.

…

“You’re rather smiley this morning,” Mina yawned, looking at Ochako suspiciously while they were eating breakfast. “Did you sleep with a hanger in your mouth or something?”

Ochako stuck her tongue out at her, the smile never leaving her face as she ate her rice.

“She’s right Ochako, you seem happier than usual,” Jirou said, “I mean, it’s not like that’s a bad thing, but still.”

“Can’t a girl just be happy?” Ochako smiled at them, and got up to take her dishes to the sink, where Izuku was standing, yawning and shaking his head, as if trying to shake off his sleepiness. She came to stand next to him, looking over at him and smiling. She fought off the urge to kiss him, remembering their conversation from the night before. They were trying to keep their relationship a secret for as long as possible, as to not create a problem with any of their classmates, but especially Tenya. Last night, Izuku had promised her that if Tenya ever tried to lay a hand on her again, he would hurt him. Even though she had protested, the determination in his eyes never wavered.

“Good morning,” he said softly, giving her a warm smile.

“Good morning to you too,” she replied, and put her dishes in the sink, using it as an excuse to hold his hand, for just a moment, but long enough that he blushed.

“So, I’m going to talk to Aizawa this morning, to get everything set up for Saturday.”

“Awesome, you’re the best,” she said quietly, and headed towards the table where the other girls were sitting, grabbing her bag from her chair. “Alright girls, I’ll see you in class.”

“Why are you going so early today?” Hagakure asked, and the girls all turned to look at her.

“I just want to get started early today. I’m in a good mood, and it makes me want to be on time today,” she chirped, and waved as she walked away. “Bye girls!”

“Is it just me, or is Ochako acting weird today?” Mina asked the other girls, who all shrugged and went back to their food. Ochako smiled, and pushed the doors open, walking out into the warm morning. She was silently counting down the days to Saturday, thanking God that it was only four days away. She couldn’t wait to really be alone with Izuku, without the prying eyes of their classmates. She sighed happily, thinking back to the kiss they had shared the night before. She couldn’t care less if her friends thought she was crazy, because she was happy, really happy, in a way that she hadn’t been in months.

…

Ochako heard a knock on her door, and she looked up from the book she was reading. It was late, and she wondered who it could be. She walked over to the door, creaking it open to reveal Izuku, who grinned shyly at her.

“Hey,” he said quietly, and waved. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” she replied, suddenly nervous. A boy hadn’t been in her room ever, really, not in a way that wasn’t just hanging out. Whenever her and Tenya were making out or talking and hanging out, they usually hung out in his room. It felt different, having Izuku in here. Sure, they had hung out here before, but this time, they were together, really alone for the first time in two days.

He walked over to her desk, and sat in the chair. He looked about as anxious as she felt, and he flashed her a nervous smile. She sat across from him, on the bed.

“So, I got the go ahead from Aizawa for Saturday,” he said, breaking the silence in the room.

“Woohoo!” she celebrated quietly, trying not to wake the others. “I can’t wait!”

He grinned at her, and, her anxieties slipping away, she grabbed his hand and pulled him over to her, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Izuku leaned into the kiss, sitting down on the bed next to her. She ran a hand through his tangled hair, pulling him in. His hand found the small of her back, pulling her even closer to him, and she melted into him, their kiss deepening. They broke apart for air, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing the warm skin there. Ochako, who still had her fingers twisted in his hair, gently pulled him up, kissing him again, and the two of them laid back on the bed, their limbs intertwining.

The two of them laid there for a while, just cuddling each other, kissing when they felt like it.

“I love you, Ochako,” Izuku whispered, drawing her in and kissing the top of her head. She nuzzled her head into his chest, and smiled up at him.

“I love you too, ‘Zu,” she murmured, his warmth drawing her in, the smell of his shirt lulling her to sleep, making her feel safe and secure in his arms.

…

Ochako shivered, reaching for Izuku blearily, but he was gone. She sat up, looking around, but he was nowhere to be seen. She frowned, rubbing her eyes and yawning slightly. She stood up sleepily, walking over to her balcony and opening the door, revealing Izuku, who was leaning on the railing, staring at the dark sky with a smile on his face.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice thick from sleep. “Where’d you go?”

He turned to look at her, his eyes full of love. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, so I came out here to look at the stars, well, what little stars you can see from here.” She walked over to him, and he tucked her under his arm, and the two of them watched the sky together.

“You know, ‘Zu, one day, we’re going to go to a place where all you can see are the stars, somewhere where the city lights don’t drown them out,” she said, yawning.

“That sounds amazing,” he sighed, her yawn causing him to break out into his own, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. She smiled, God, she loved him so much. They’d only really been together for a week, but it felt like they’d been together for so much longer.

“So,” she said quietly, watching a plane fly overhead. “I guess you should probably go back to your room, we wouldn’t want anyone seeing you come out of here so late, how scandalous.”

Izuku laughed softly, and looked down at her. “I guess you’re right,” he said, stroking her sleep-tangled hair. “Well, I better get going then, it's almost three AM.”

“Oh my gosh really?” she exclaimed, and pushed him into the room. “Go get some sleep you insomniac!”

“Do I have to?” he groaned, and flopped down into her chair.

“Yes, you’re tired enough as it is, and I would let you sleep in here, but we’re trying to keep our relationship on the down low remember?”

“You know, I’m pretty tired, I might just fall asleep right here,” he teased, and stood up, swooning and swaying back and forth before he dramatically fell back on her bed, pretending to pass out.

“Izuku!” she squealed, giggling like a little girl, grabbing his arm and pulling him, barely budging him. “God, you’re so heavy,” she laughed, almost forgetting it was three AM and they needed to be quiet. He looked up at her, feigning hurt, looking at her open mouthed, and then settled into a pout.

“Hey! I’m not heavy!” he protested, ignoring her attempts to get him off the bed, pulling her down next to him. Her giggles were cut off abruptly as he pressed his lips to hers, and she melted into him, her hand going to his cheek, his winding around her waist. Suddenly, he sat up, pulling his shirt down and grabbing his shoes off the ground.

“Wait, where are you going?” she said, reaching for his arm.

“This is payback for calling me heavy,” he chuckled, and winked at her. “Goodnight!” He stood up, and started towards the door.

Ochako gasped, holding a hand over her heart. “That’s a brutal punishment,” she teased, and fell back dramatically, not unlike he had a minute before. She heard him laugh lightly, and she looked up at him smiling brightly at him. He walked back over, giving her a peck on the lips before turning back and heading towards the door.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, smiling at her.

“‘Night ‘Zu,” she replied, yawning as he slowly closed the door. She flopped back onto the bed, her heart racing, from the excitement and from Izuku. She went over to her desk and pulled out a book, giving up on the aspect of sleeping. She went over to her bed and snuggled up with the book, her mind wandering back to Izuku every few minutes. She eventually gave up on reading as well, lying on her back and staring at the blank ceiling, the butterflies in her stomach going wild with every thought of her boyfriend. Boyfriend. Izuku was all hers. This thought had her heart racing once again, and she laid awake until it was time for breakfast, wondering how she got so lucky.

Saturday finally arrived, and Izuku couldn’t be any happier. He was currently walking hand in hand with his girlfriend, down the mountain that U.A. was on, heading towards the train station. Ochako was smiling, her cheeks red from the heat. She looked gorgeous, her hair falling around her face in waves, and she was wearing a light blue t-shirt and jeans. He smiled over at her, taking a mental picture of her, capturing this moment in his mind.

“So… what coffee shop are we heading to?” she asked, her voice light and happy.

“Well, I figured we could go to the one in the city,” he said, and smiled at her.

“Ooh, that little one in Tokyo?” she questioned, her face lit up with excitement. “I’ve never been able to afford to go there, but I heard it’s really good!”

“Well, this is a date, and you don’t have to pay for a thing, so don’t worry about how much it costs,” he said, ignoring the fact that he didn’t have much money himself, just taking in how happy she looked, her face literally glowing. She leaned over, pecking him on the cheek, swinging their hands between them.

When they made it to the train station, he made sure that they got seats next to each other. They rode in comfortable silence for a while, Ochako was reading a book, and Izuku was drawing in a sketchbook his mother had given him for his birthday. He was sketching out the curves of Ochako’s face when she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. It was a long train ride to Tokyo, and she had fallen asleep, she looked so peaceful. He smiled, and gently took her book, slipping the bookmark between the open pages and tucking the book back into her bag. He kissed her hair gently, and then went back to his drawing, the corners of his mouth pulled up in a small smile.

They arrived at the Tokyo station, and Izuku turned to Ochako, gently shaking her awake.

“Hey, babe, we’re here,” he said softly, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she woke up.

“Babe?” she teased, yawning, stretching her arms as they stood. She gave him a look as she picked her bag up off the seat next to her.

“I’m sorry if that’s not- it just slipped out-” he stammered, and she laughed, touching his chest lightly, and smiling up at him.

“No, I liked it,” she said, and took his hand, leading him out of the train car. He laughed, letting him pull him after her as they made their way towards the street. They walked for a while, just talking and looking out for the street they needed.

“Ah! Here it is!” Izuku exclaimed as they rounded a corner, revealing the small cafe.

“Woohoo! It only took us thirty minutes to find it,” Ochako giggled, and they walked over to the door. Izuku swooped in front of her and held it open, smiling shyly at her.

“After you, my lady,” he said, his voice and stance regal.

“Why thank you good sir,” she replied in the same tone, curtsying, and the two of them burst out laughing, and walked inside. Izuku got them a spot in line, and the two of them peered at the menu. Izuku squinted and leaned forward, nearly bumping into the man in front of them. Ochako stifled a giggle, and set a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back a bit.

“Be careful, babe,” she laughed, and he blushed. His heart fluttered at the same pet name he had used for her not forty minutes earlier. God, she was so cute, he thought, taking her in as she read the menu, her eyes bright with excitement, her cheeks slightly flushed, and he felt his insides melt. She was so beautiful, and she was his. “Don’t think I can’t see you checking me out,” she teased quietly, turning to look at him and winking. His blush deepened, and he could feel the back of his neck heating up.

It was finally their turn to order, and Izuku looked down at Ochako.

“Umm, I’ll have an iced mocha with a double-shot of espresso, and a chocolate creme donut please,” she said, smiling at the barista.

“And you sir?” the barista asked, while she typed Ochako’s order in.

“Yeah, I’ll have a black coffee and a piece of the chocolate cake, if that’s alright?” Izuku said, and the barista nodded. Izuku paid, and the two of them walked over to a booth, waiting for their names to be called. “So, an iced mocha, huh? Whatever happened to lavender tea?” he teased, smiling at her.

“Oh hush,” she laughed, and shook her head. “And what about you? Who would’ve thought you took your coffee black?”

“Well, it’s black, like my soul,” he said seriously, and she snorted.

“Okay, Izuku, the literal ray of sunshine.”

He prepared a retort, but the barista called their names, and they walked over to the counter, grabbing their drinks and desserts and thanking the woman behind the counter.

“Anywho,” Ochako started, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at him. “How do you think the rest of our classmates are going to take us being together.”

“Well, I think most of them will take it pretty well,” he responded, taking a bite of his cake. “Emphasis on most.”

“Yeah. If I’m being honest, I’m kind of nervous about Tenya finding out. I mean, who knows how he’s going to take it?” she said, picking at her donut.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching across the table and taking her hand. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. I’m not going to let him lay a finger on you, and if he tries I’ll mess him up.”

“Izuku!” she scolded, swatting his hand. “Do not resort to violence! If you do, you’ll be just like him!”

“Ochako,” he said, his voice completely serious, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m not going to let him hurt you again, physically or emotionally. And I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

She sighed, and looked at him, smiling. “Okay, just understand that I don’t want you to get in trouble. I love you, and I’m not going to let you get in trouble for me, again. So just promise me you’ll be careful and try to stay out of trouble?” She batted her eyelashes, and looked up at him pleadingly.

“Aw man, don’t give me that look, you know I can’t possibly say no to that face,” he groaned, but he was smiling. “Alright, I’ll try, but you know me, I’m a ‘danger magnet’ according to Recovery Girl.”

She giggled, and sighed. “I mean, she’s not wrong,” Ochako laughed, and grinned at him.

Izuku grinned back, and the two of them finished their food, just enjoying their time together. He looked up at her while she was talking to him, her eyes shining, and his heart swelled with happiness. He didn’t think it was possible to love a person as much as he loved her. But yet, here he was. She smiled at him, her cheeks flushing at the adoring look he was giving her, and he knew he could stay with her forever and be happy.

…

Izuku and Ochako were walking the trail back to Heights Alliance after their day of fun. They had gone from the cafe to the park, and had spent the rest of the morning in the park before heading to a hotdog stand for a late lunch. They were swinging their hands between them, breathing in the warm air of the evening, just around dinner time. The dorms appeared in the distance, and Izuku almost forgot they were holding hands, it felt so natural, like it belonged there. It wasn’t until they were only a few yards away from the building that he noticed.

He let go of her hand reluctantly, and smiled warmly at her.

“Thank you for today,” Ochako said quietly, kissing his cheek.

“Anytime, babe,” he replied, and she ruffled his hair. The two of them turned back towards the building, and in the windows, most of their classmates were lined up. They swiveled back to look at each other, their eyes wide, and quickly turned back to their classmates’ gazes. Ochako waved, and the two of them slowly made their way up towards the doors.

When they reached the door, Izuku turned to Ochako, his hand on the knob. “Are you ready? Because I think they might know about us,” he said, gesturing towards the door.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, smiling nervously, and he opened the door to reveal their classmates.

“I KNEW IT! DIDN’T I TORU? I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!” Mina exclaimed, bouncing up and down in circles, Hagakure trying to calm her down.

Izuku scanned the room, taking in everyone there. Iida was standing by the kitchen, his face blank, and Bakugou was cooking, yelling for people to come back and help.

“RACCOON EYES! DUNCE FACE!” Bakugou yelled from deep within the kitchen. “GET BACK IN HERE AND FUCKING HELP! DON’T THINK YOU CAN SKIP OUT ON DICING JUST BECAUSE THERE’S DRAMA!” Kaminari and Mina dashed back into the kitchen, fearing Bakugou’s wrath, and Izuku smiled.

“So,” Sora said, tilting his head to the side and grinning, his arm around Todoroki, who looked apologetic. “You two are together now, huh?”

Izuku and Ochako looked at each other, and Izuku shrugged, and she grinned at him, turning to their friends. “Well, yeah,” Ochako laughed, her eyes bright.

“Congrats!” Tsu said, and the rest of their classmates echoed her, except for one. Iida was staring at them, his eyes wide and slowly filling with anger. Izuku watched him closely, and tensed, shifting slightly to shield Ochako. She looked at him quizzically, and then saw where he was looking, and she tried to cover up her obvious discomfort by turning back to her friends who were bombarding her with questions.

Iida started to make his way over to them, slowly and steadily, as if he was trying to control himself. Izuku moved to stand in front of Ochako, and their friends, seeing Iida coming over to them, moved to stand around her as well. They all remembered the last time Iida and Ochako had talked, and it hadn’t gone over well.

“Ochako,” Iida said, his voice trembling with barely controlled anger. “May I have a word?”

“Do you mind if we talk here? I don’t really feel comfortable going off with you alone,” she replied in a small voice.

Iida’s nostrils flared, and he looked down at them, towering over almost all of them. Izuku saw Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina walk out of the kitchen out of the corner of his eye, and Bakugou started over, rolling his sleeves up. Kirishima set a hand on his shoulder, and the four of them stood, and Kirishima nodded at Izuku.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Iida hissed, looking over Izuku’s shoulder at Ochako. “I knew you were in love with him the whole time, I should have known you would go crawling to him after we broke up. You little slut.” Izuku growled when he felt Ochako flinch, and the rest of their classmates gasped quietly. Bakugou pushed Kirishima off of him and stormed over before his other friends threw themselves on him, holding him back.

“Watch how you talk to my girlfriend, asshole,” Izuku growled, looking Iida in the face, staring him down. “Say that again and I’ll kick your sorry ass.” Iida stiffened, and looked down his nose at Izuku, his eyes bright with rage.

“Move out of the way, Midoriya,” Iida sneered, moving to grab Ochako’s arm. “Come on Ochako, let’s go talk in private.”

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Izuku snarled, anger coursing through him. He moved to push Iida away, but Ochako’s hand gently pulled him back.

“Don’t,” she said quietly. “He’s not worth it.” Ochako turned to look up at Iida, her face wiped of any emotion. “I already told you I would rather stay here.”

“What happened to the bitchy attitude you had a month ago? You certainly didn’t have a problem being shitty then.”

“You know, Tenya,” Ochako answered, her voice filling with her usual spunk as she stared him down. “It’s called growth, and growing up. I wouldn’t have expected you to know it, considering you haven’t done either.” She smiled sweetly, and she took Izuku’s hand. “Come on babe, let’s go help with dinner.”

Iida moved in a flash, his hand moving to grab Ochako’s arm, but Izuku was faster.

“What did I just say? Don’t lay a fucking finger on her!” Izuku said, and he heard Bakugou and Kirishima yelling in the background.

“Beat his ass Deku!” Bakugou yelled, and Kirishima shushed him. “What now! You always get mad at me for being mean to him, but at least now I’m trying!”

“Come on, ‘Zu,” Ochako said firmly, pulling him towards the elevator. “We can eat later.”

“Just one second,” Izuku promised, and walked over to Iida, staring him straight in the eyes. “I’m not going to fight you because I don’t want to upset her, but if you ever touch her again, I won’t hesitate to pummel you into the ground,” Izuku said, his voice menacingly quiet, and with that he turned around and walked back over to Ochako. He took her hand and the two of them entered the elevator, heading up to his room.

When the elevator doors closed, Ochako’s knees seemed to give out, and she slumped against him. He supported her easily, and kissed her hair.

“You okay babe?” he asked quietly, turning her cheek to look at him. She looked over at him, and her eyes were filled with relief.

“Thanks to you,” she whispered, and tilted her head to kiss him softly as the elevator opened, and they stepped out, and headed toward his room. He unlocked the door and they walked in, flopping down on the bed.

She snuggled into his chest, and he put his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her citrusy shampoo. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just relishing each other's company.

“Thank you for today,” she said after a few minutes, looking up at him. “This was one of the best days I’ve ever had, and I had a lot of fun with you.”

He leaned down to kiss her lightly, and smiled at her. “Well, I promise there will be many more in our future,” he said, a smile lighting up his face. She leaned up to kiss him and she shifted up as their lips touched, deepening the kiss. He pulled her closer, his hand finding the small of her back under her shirt, her hands knotting themselves in his hair. She pulled back from him, smoothing out his hair and smiling warmly at him.

“I love you, ‘Zu,” she said, and kissed him gently on the cheek.

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her hair again and pulling her close, holding onto her tightly.

“Promise you won’t leave me, ‘kay?” she murmured, slowly drifting off to sleep on his chest, not that he minded. He would let her stay there forever if she wanted to.

“I promise. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, running a hand through her hair lightly as she fell asleep, and he thought to himself, I am never letting her go.

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