#she says she doesn’t hear me but not at a volume level she’s just not processing what i’m saying which i get

[lilgynt]

driving home crying wondering if my mom will notice and thinking about how she’s part of the reason i’m crying she’s not even home and i just realized she texted me in the morning to clean up the dog pee when i mentioned not liking my job i’m gonna french kiss a riffle

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: FINALE

parings: hawks x mother!reader

wordcount: 2.2k

notes: it’s done! for now…😈

warnings: none!

summary: You, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

It was about a week later when you walked into the hospital.

The nurse eyed you suspiciously when you first asked for hawks, a few people probably come in every week trying to get into some hero’s room. You’ve seen it yourself too many times to count.

After clearing up that you actually do know hawks in a more- romantic way. She explained that only close family would be allowed in his room.

So you lied straight to the nurses face, then she told you his room number.

Fumikage wanted to see Keigo- so he would, doesn’t matter if you had to lie a little to get in.

The hospital was less crowded than when you first walked in, the surrounding area was in ruins. If you looked around enough you could see the destroyed buildings and homes, it was just pure destruction.

You open up hawks door, it’s really only a single bed in the corner, with a bedside table and an empty vase. Of course there was the normal hospital equipment surrounding him including a large mask covering the lower half of his face.

His eyes were still closed when you walked closer to the bed, you were holding on Fumikage, your hand comfortably sitting on his shoulder as some form of comfort.

You patted it apologetically, “I’m sorry that you have to see your mentor like this.”

Fumikage looks over to you, his eyes more dark due to his lack of sleep.

Hawks would be a little upset if he found out Fumikage took back his spot on the bed.

Fumikages voice is slightly strained as he replies to you, “he’s your boyfriend, shouldn’t you be upset?”

“I need to be strong for my boys don’t I?” You say calmly.

Fumikage didn’t want you to feel like you had to say strong, you could be weak if you wanted to be.

Fumikage watched you place new flowers into the vase that used to be empty, hawks never spoke about what his favorites were so you just picked the prettiest you could find.

Hawks seemed to be sleeping for the time being, you were fine with that but Fumikage look unsatisfied.

Your voice is quiet and soft, “I’ll bring you back another day, don’t error Fumikage.”

Fumikage only nods when he then makes the way to the door, his movements are sluggish.

You stay for a moment, looking over hawks and his state. His hair is shorter and you can see a healing scar peeking through his mask.

with a deep breath, you finally leave the room but it was unsuccessful due to a body hitting yours.

Whoever bumped into you grabbed you by the shoulders to prevent your fall.

You look up only to see Mirko! Without a leg…what in the world is she doing out of bed?

“M-Mirko?” You yelp.

Mirko giggled loudly, “my favorite nurse! How’s it going?”

Your eyes worriedly look back and forth to her face and then towards her missing leg, “oh- I was just visiting keigo.”

Mirko cocks her head slightly in confusion, “Keigo?” But then she makes a long ‘oh’ when she realizes.

“Old Hawkey hm, How’s he doing?”

“He’s sleeping.”

Mirko tsks lowly, letting go of your shoulders to hold onto the wall.

You excuse yourself, you and Fumikage needs to get home or else he’d miss dinner.

“I hope for a swift recovery for you Mirko.” You bow.

Mirko laughs, “oh please- this makes me stronger.

Mirko watched as you and Fumikage walk off towards the lower levels of the hospital, snickering lightly before busting into hawks room.

Hawks doesn’t move.

“I know you’re not sleeping.” Mirko says loudly.

Hawks opens one of his eyes, scowling.

He raises one of his hands, then acts as if he’s turning down the volume of something’s. He’s telling Mirko to shut up before you hear her.

Mirko walks over and smacks his hand lightly, “speak bird, how ya feeling?”

Hawks looks over towards the window, shrugging.

Mirko groans and grabs a device next to hawks, “use this for gods sake, the nurses gave you it for a reason.”

Hawks grabs the device, typing on it furiously until a robotic voice comes out of his mask.

“Get out my room, Mirko.”

Mirko scrunches her face, “did you say that to your lady too?”

Hawks shakes his head softly, “I was pretending to sleep.”

Mirko scoffs softly, “and that is..? You ‘fraid she’s angry with you?”

Hawks nods softly, his eyes looking sadly downwards.

Mirko laughing loudly until her coughing stops her, she clears her throat to continue talking.

Mirkos voice is clear as she speaks, “And why would she be so angry with you, cause you did your job?”

Hawks doesn’t answer, he only looks out towards the window.

Mirko hums softly, she sorta understands? But not to the point that she can actually give advice on the subject.

Mirko leans her weight onto the bed, “You know you’ll have to face her at some point right?”

Hawks shakes his head, typing quickly into the device.

“I can ignore her for my entire life if I have to.”

Mirko scoffs, making a buzzer noise, “wrong, yknow she’s the one that your gonna be discharged to right?”

Hawks suddenly stays still, thinking over the little piece of information Mirko gave him.

Mirko chuckles softly at the silence hawks is giving.

Hawks starts to type quickly onto the device, but when the robotic voice comes out it’s a mix of different words and sayings.

the idiot typed so quick that he couldn’t even spell anything correctly.

Mirko scratches the back of her neck then stands up from the chair, “I’m just gonna let your deal with it yourself man.”

Hawks starts to frantically wave his arms back and forth, trying to make her stop leaving from the room.

Mirko laughs evilly as she walks out, leaving a freaked out hawks in the hospital room.

Now the only thing he can look at other than Mirko is the vase of flowers you left for him, and a red card next to it.

Hawks reached over to grab it, pealing open the envelope gently.

It was a letter- well it was more like a note almost. The words were simple, but they stil held weight to hawks.

“Get well soon, can’t wait to have you back home.” -Love Y/N & Fumikage.

Hawks could feel his heart clench, home. He’d like to be back home but you accepting him into was out of his mind.

He thought you’d be furious with him.

Why aren’t you?

Then the next week, the week that hawks was released to you, rolled by quickly.

Hawks was kinda of excited to see you again, the previous days only Fumikage visited.

And would also not say a word about you, much to hawks dismay.

But now hawks could be reunited with his love, his forever mate! Well not yet but- you!

And when he walked down the hall towards the entrance of the hospital, he had a pep in his step.

Then he saw you.

You looked tired but it didn’t affect your beauty in hawks opinion.

Hawks almost skips over towards you but he holds back, instead walking over calmly with a pleasant look on his face.

Yet when he stood infront of you, you barely reacted- hell, you didn’t even look happy.

Hawks opens his arms hesitantly, silently begging for a hug from yo-

*SMACK!*

…did you-

Did you actually just slap him?!

Hawks looks towards the ground for a moment until whipping his head only to see a shocked Fumikage.

Hawks hears your voice, “That’s what you get for scaring me.”

Then he feels your warmth enveloping him, you hug him tightly.

Hawks stays still for a moment due to the whiplash of your emotions but he quickly hugs you back almost tighter than you did.

You were warm, and so was the drive back home.

Fumikage didn’t even complain that hawks was all over you.

When hawks walked into the house, it was warm too, mostly because the oven was on but he felt out in his heart too.

You made his favorite, he could hear the happiness in your voice when you told him.

And the food was warm too.

and so was your bedroom, hawks missed that bed.

Hawks plummets face first into the nest, nuzzling softly into the fluffly blankets and pillows.

Hawks could hear a bag rustling behind him, presumably the one the hospital gave you.

It was filled with creams and medicine that would either make his body heal quicker or helped with the pain.

He can barely hear your voice when you speak, but his ears perk up when he makes it out.

“Take off your shirt, Keigo.”

Hawks head rises from the bed, his voice is raspy as he tries to make some witty remark, “trying to get your hands on me already?”

You scoff softly with a smile on your face, “no- I’m trying to put the cream on your back.”

Hawks pouts as he rises as slips his shirt over his head, it was painfully enough for him to wince but not enough for him to make a fuss over.

He can hear you gasp quietly, and now he wishes he could put his shirt back on.

He can feel the bed dip with your weight on it, “well look at that.” Your voice is almost non audible.

“I didn’t expect your wings to be growing back.”

Hawks cranes his head over to face you, “uhm- yeah the doctors told me they would.”

You rub on the small nubs softly, “do they hurt?”

Hawks winces in pain but also a small bit of pleasure-nope, he’s not getting into that right now.

His voice is hoarse as he responds, “A little”

You hum softly before taking your hands off of him, then opening up one of the larger contains of medicine.

“It might be a little cold”, you say before putting on a generous amount onto his back.

You can hear him take in short breaths of air, mumbling quiet ouches.

When you’re done, hawks lays back onto the bed on his stomach. His eyes squeezed together.

You glide your hands through his shortened hair, trying to take in his newer scars and bruises.

Hawks croaks out a small question, “think I’m ugly now?”

You smack his head gently, “you shouldn’t be talking, your voice is messed up as is.”

Hawks face doesn’t change, “do you?”

“No, your still pretty hawks.”

Hawks looks away from you, “liar.”

You sigh softly, bringing him closer. You kiss his temples softly, “I think I like this look better Hawkey.”

Hawks chuckles softly, “really?”

You kiss his nose, “really.”

Hawks nuzzles his nose into your neck, you could make out his breath slowing down.

You continue to glide your fingers through hawks hair until hawks grab your wrist, pulling your away.

Your face scrunches in confusion.

“The war isn’t over.”

“I don’t want you to fight.”

Hawks sighs softly, “it’s my job.”

“Then quit.”

Hawks opens his eyes to look at you, his brows furrowed.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“You could.”

Hawks voice attempts to increase in volume, “Y/N I have to, I need to protect them people I promised to protect.”

You sigh softly, “fine, but if I see you in the hospital like that ever again- I don’t know what I’d do to you.”

“Would you be angry?”

“I’d be livid.”

Hawks hums, then looks away from your stare before asking his next question, “would you still like me?”

Suddenly your stern face breaks as your start to laugh, “Keigo, I am in love with you.”

Hawks blushes when he looks back at you, letting go of your wrist to hide his face away in the pillows.

You voice is sweet as you speak to him, “kei, I think you amazing. You’re perfect for me, or at least much better than any other guy I’ve liked. I wake and I see your face and I can literally feel my heart expand.”

Hawks raises his blushing face from the pillows to kiss you, over and over.

“You’re such a weirdo.” He mumbles out between kisses.

Then when he stops, “you know what the hospital told me?”

“What?”

“They said that my “gorgeous wife” came to visit while I was resting.” He grins at the end of the sentence.

You groan loudly and flop onto your back, “ugh- that lady wouldn’t let me if I didn’t say that!”

Hawks chuckles lightly, “I wouldn’t mind you being my wife.”

You let out a small laugh, “you into marrying so young?”

Hawks face steels as he rests his head onto your chest, “Y/N”

Your raise your head up, “hm?”

“Marry me.”

Your face starts to burn, “Keigo-“

“A-after everything calms down, of course.” He stutters out.

“I mean…would you really wanna deal with Fumikage for so long?” You try to joke, deviating from the topic.

“Well id deal with a lot more chicks if you would say yes.” Hawks says dead serious.

You smack him lightly, “Keigo!”

Hawks chuckles lightly, “I mean I’m telling the truth!”

You peck his lips before hugging him.

Hawks leans into the embrace, chirping happily.

Hawks voice is soft when he speaks up again, “well, what do you say?”

You smile gently at him before responding.

“Of course, Keigo.”

AN: finally it’s done! writing a 32.9k fanfic is not for the weak…now i have to start getting back on the accidental nab grind! But honestly i truly thank you all for staying so long through this series! I truly appreciate every single one of you I swear, and I hope you’ll be able to enjoy my future works or oneshots. Again thank you so much for everything! And yes there is a prequel in the works.

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[despacito-uwu16]

The Falling Action

Kenji Sato x Journalist! Reader

Enemies To Lovers | Foced Proximity | Pining

A/N: Thus chapter is a tad angsty. Also, the plot line from the film slightly changed, so in this case his dad doesn’t make an appearance in this series”.

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That night, you were talking false prophets and profits they make in the margins of poetry sonnets. You never read up on it, shame could've learned something.

Us by Gracie Abrams ft Taylor Swift

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You were at the library studying for your journalism exam next week. With the editor finally taking you seriously and letting you cover more games, and finals coming up, you were stressed out.

While reviewing your notes, you felt the table slightly shake, along with the sound of something slammed onto the table. You look up to see an angry Kenji Sato looking down at you. You took your headphones off and looked at him up and down.

“Can I help you”? You deadpanned.

“What the fuck is this”? He point at the paper that he slammed on the table.

“Kenji Sato, the next irrelevance in baseball”

“My truth”?

“It’s just one game Y/N, ONE. FUCKING. GAME”! He slams his fist on the table, unfazing you.

“So? I report what I see”.

“Do you realize what this does to my career? My status on the team is on the line, my reputation, is about to be in shambles. Nobody is gonna sign me because of you”! Kenji raised his voice to the point where he was grabbing the attention of everyone around the two of you.

“If you don’t like what you see, you should try harder next time”. you retorted.

He lets out a laugh. “You know, I don’t even know why I came here in the first place. Considering the person who wrote this knows how to sleep her way through a sports team”.

You stood up angrily, slamming your hands onto the table.

“I work to get what I want. Between the two of us, I don’t sleep with other people just to increase a body count”.

“At least I have natural talent”

“At least I don’t talk shit about another girl to their roommate while she watches”.

Ken stood there in silence. Everyone was staring at the two of you. A couple of bystanders were whispering to each other and side eyeing you.

“Now if you excuse me, some of us are trying to survive finals week”. You sat back down and put your headphones back on, turning up the volume of your music.

Kenji growled, snatching the paper off the table and walking away. But then he turns back to you.

“I’ll show you. Just wait and see. I’ll become the greatest living player! Then we’ll see who the irrelevant one is”.

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that”.

~

Your faced turned white as a ghost as you come face to face with a baby kaiju. You wanted to run, but your feet were glued to the floor, and your knees locked itself.

“Y/N? I can explain”. You hear Kenji say.

He tried to calm you down, but you tuned him out and you still stood there in fear while the Kaiju chirps happily at you.

“W-W-Why is there a kaiju in your basement”? You whisper.

The Kaiju approaches you slowly, curious about the tiny person in front of her.

“Please don’t eat me”. You cried.

“It’s okay, she’s harmless”. He reassures you.

You slowly approach the kaiju, hesitant to touch her. She crouched down to your level, consenting for you to pat her head. You gently pat her head, making her chirp. You and Kenji smile as she clapped and jumped happily.

~

“Why did you go down to the basement when I told you not to”? He interrogated you while you sipped on your coffee.

“The more important question here is why are you keeping a kaiju in your basement”? You gestured to the baby pink lizard that’s now sleeping in the containment tube. Kenji sighs, running his hands through his hair. You slowly turn to him, the realization hitting you.

“Holy shit”.

Kenji didn’t look at you.

“HOLY SHIT”

“Theres a lot more to it than you think. But promise me you won’t tell anybody about this”. He pleaded.

You sat up straight. You took your phone out of your pocket and you shut it off right in front of him. You then put it down on the table.

“You have my word”.

He goes on to explain what’s been going on the past few months. He tells you about taking his father’s place as Ultraman, which explains the excess damage in the city. He also tells you how he rescued the baby kaiju from the KDF and how he’s been trying to raise her alone.

“So the reason why you’ve been off your game lately is because you were taking care of the baby”? You ask.

“Yeah. It’s part of being Ultraman I guess”. He shrugged.

“That explains a lot of things”. The room fell silent for a moment before Kenji spoke up.

“You’re not going to add this to your article are you”? He worries.

“Ken, I’m not that inhumane. I promise you, I won’t tell anyone”. You said.

“Thank you”. Kenji sighs in relief.

“Does she have a name”?

“No, her name is just baby”.

“You’ve been taking care of a baby kaiju for two months, and you haven’t thought about giving her a name”?

“Well, I don’t see you giving me ideas”.

You sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head.

“I really am trying my best. With baseball, with raising “baby”, with everything. I want people to know that I want to be the best player and the best hero, but it’s hard when you really can’t tell anyone. It just feels so”…

“Isolating”?

“Yeah, also, the KDF is on my ass and well, my dad isn’t really around, so”..

You look at him with pity. Kenji was looking down at the ground, not knowing how to handle anything anymore. You scoot next to him and take his hand.

“Y’know, you don’t have to do this alone. If you need help, then I can step in. As much as I like seeing you suffer, I don’t want you to suffer.”

Kenji’s eyes widened. “Wow, you actually do care”. He said in disbelief. You roll your eyes. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll look over her”.

“You sure, I mean she’s kind of”-

“Good night Kenji”. You say, picking up a magazine and putting your legs on the table.

Kenji stared at you in bewilderment. He feared the day that you would find out and expose him in the tabloids. But to his surprise, you were more accepting, more human. He left the basement feeling much calmer, knowing that you’re ready to show up for him.

~

For the past 3 weeks, you kept your promises and helped Kenji take care of the baby kaiju (that you both named Emi) while he juggles his baseball career and his Ultraman duties.

While he caught up on sleep, you fed Emi her late night snacks and read her bed time stories.

While he was out, you cooked him healthy meals and prepare some heating packs incase he comes home with sore muscles. Everytime Kenji comes home in the evening, he would always look forward to the food that’s on the table. Whenever you weren’t busy with your job, he would ask you to have dinner with him. During those times, you guys would have a casual conversation. No forced interviews, no bickering or throwing insults. When it came to the interviews, he started to become more vulnerable. The exchange didn’t feel forced, and he became more genuine with you. What felt like a hundred year feud came to a close, and the two of you started to become friends.

You’ve noticed a huge change in Ken. He became a leader for his team, and a better hero for the city. Whenever the two of you bond, he showed off his softer side, a side you’ve grown to love.

Ken was very grateful for you. Although he hasn’t showed it, he’s glad to have you around. It made him smile whenever he sees you and Emi bonding. There was something about you that made his heart beat skip a beat. The way you would laugh at his attempts to make an actual joke during the interview session. Or the way you would passionately talking about the games you’ve been to when you went abroad.

The two of you know that your time with Ken is short lived. But deep down, Ken doesn’t know what he would do when you leave.

~

Kenji walked into the basement to find you sitting couch typing away on your laptop while looking after a sleeping Emi. It warmed Kenji’s heart that you were so accepting of Emi and everything else that has been going on.

You look up from your laptop and smile. “I’ve finished the revisions. Wanna take a look”? You give him your laptop. Kenji takes it from you and skims it.

“Inside Ken Sato’s Space”

Kenji skims each paragraph while quickly scrolling down, stopping at the last paragraph.

“What we all thought was an arrogant athlete, turns out to be a guy with a misunderstood, soft heart. Ken Sato has grown up, not only as an athlete, but as a human being. His newfound maturity has led to the giants to win after win. His leadership and confidence has not only impacted everyone on and off the field, but also in himself. His attitude continues to impact the Giants as they head to the championship game”.

“It’s perfect”. He smiled, handing your laptop back.

You scroll to the top of the page and hovered over the post now button.

“And posted”! You said as you closed your laptop. Kenji looks at you with so much admiration.

“What, you think it’s too cheesy”? You tease. Kenji laughs.

“No, no. I just… I never got to say thank you. For helping me with Emi, and for not taking a chance on me”.

“You don’t have to thank me. Emi is the sweetest”. You say as you filed your documents into a folder.

“Anyways, I was just thinking, I should take you out for dinner. As a thank you for tolerating for the past 2 months”.

“As much as I love being treated to a 5 star michelin restaurant, I think I know a better way to celebrate”.

~

You flipped the grilled cheese on the pan and turned off the stove. But before you could put it on the plate, Kenji takes it from the pan and takes a bite.

“Ah hot”! He yelps. You laughed at him as he throws the grilled cheese onto the porcelain plate.

“You really don’t learn from your mistakes”. You laugh.

“Hey, I’m just hungry”. He pouts.

You notice the crumbs at the corner of Kenji’s mouth and gently brushes it off. Kenji leans into your touch as he stares into your (e/c) eyes. Your breath hitched as his face inches closer to you. Your heart beats faster, waiting for him to make a move. But before you both could do anything, his watch started beeping. He looks down to see live camera footage of Emi, now awake from her nap.

“I should go check on her”. He says.

“I’ll wash the dishes”. You said, starting to grab the pan and knife from the stove.

~

You were putting the clean dishes onto the dish rack when you hear your phone ringing in the living room. You walked up to grab it, and when you turned it over, the adrenaline rushes through your body when you realize your boss was calling.

“Hi Daryl”. You immediately answer

“Y/N, have you checked your article? Your boss asks.

“Why, is there something wrong with it”? You ask.

“Just look at it”. Daryl demanded.

You looked at the website where your article was published, and your eyes widened.

900 K likes; 750 comments

“It hasn’t been 24 hours”.

“Well, believe it. Cause you did that Y/N. The company has been getting a lot of new subscribers for the sports page. Which leads me to another thing, my supervisor loves your work so much, that they want you to work a 2 year residency at the Norwegian office.

“Wait, Norway”?

“Yes, Y/N. Consider it a promotion. You definitely deserve it”. Daryl says.

You almost jumped for joy. It’s always been your dream to work in Norway. That’s where all of the best soccer and volleyball teams are. You managed to contain yourself before you freak out the whole house.

“You’re expected to start next month, until then, keep up the good work”. He says.

“Thank you, I promise I won’t let you down”. You say before Daryl hangs up.

You began to jump up and down and squealed with excitement. You’re finally getting the life you wanted, and there was nothing holding you back.

“Who was that”? You turn to see Kenji walking out of the elevator.

“That was my boss, Daryl”.

“Was there something wrong with the article”? Kenji asks.

“No, in fact, look how much reception it got”! You showed him the article on your phone. His eyes widened with the

“Wow, that is a lot of likes”. His eyes widened.

“I know, and it’s been only five hours”! You smiled ear to ear. “And the best part is, I’m offered a 2 year residency in Norway”!

“So you’re leaving again”?

“Well, yeah”.

Kenji’s smile faded. He was so used to having you here, but now you’re leaving again. To him, it felt like college all over again.

“Kenji”? He looks up at you.

“Are you okay”?

Kenji gives you a small smile. He puts his hand on your shoulder. “I’m happy for you, Y/N”.

You smiled back at him. “Thank you, Kenji”.

What you thought was a happy moment turned cold and distant during your final week with Kenji.

He would go out at night, and wouldn’t come back until early morning, blaming it on “ultraman duty”.

Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would either give you a short response or just not respond at all. And every time you walk in a room, Kenji would just leave.

One day, you were at the dining table, finalizing paperwork for Milan while eating some maple & brown sugar oatmeal. Kenji walked in the kitchen, not realizing you were there.

“Kenji”?

He didn’t look at you as he walked up to the fridge.

“I made some oatmeal. Do you want some”?

He grabbed his energy drink from the fridge and walked out of the kitchen. You got up and walked after him. You caught up with him, and blocked his path.

“Okay, what is going on with you? You’ve been straight up ignoring me for the last few days. What’s going on with you”?

“Nothing, Y/N”. Kenji begins to walk away. But you push him back.

“Kenji, please. Whatever I did wrong, please, just tell me”.

“What’s bothering me is that you’re leaving, again”.

“What are you talking about”?

“You have everything you wanted. You got everything right here. You don’t need Norway to prove a point”.

“This is MY career, Kenji. My life. I’ve built my whole life on my work, and I’m not letting you get in my way”.

“So I’m just another stepping stone for you huh”? He scoffs. “If only your college self could see you now”. He says with sarcasm.

Your eyes widened. “Wow, and here I thought you finally grew up”. You folded your arms”. “You’re so shallow”.

“And you’re just a pain in my ass”. Kenji retorts.

There was silence between the two of you. What you thought was a progressing friendship was now destroyed, pushing you both back to square one.

“This was a mistake. You should’ve left when you got the chance”. Kenji mutters

“And then what? If I did leave, were you going to blackmail me again”?

He looks up at you, meeting your (eye color) eyes. You stared him down with anger and disgust.

“For all I care, you can expose me whenever the fuck you want. I don’t care what people think of me, and I’m not scared of you”.

He knew he shouldn’t have put you up to this. That this whole interview process was a mistake. He hurt you and himself, and all he could do now is deal with the collateral damage.

“I want you out of here by tomorrow morning”.

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll leave right now”. You walk past him and entered the guest room. Kenji flinched at the sound of the door slamming shut.

~

You put the last suitcase in the trunk and closed the trunk door. Before you went in your car, you stared at the front door, hoping that Ken would apologize and ask you to come back in. But you shrug the expectation off and drove off.

As you drove into the city, you start to tear up. The interview was merely an assignment, so why is this affecting you so much?

“You don’t need Norway to prove a point”.

You hated Ken, you hated the way he roped you into this mess, how he played with your feelings again. But your heart screamed, “GO BACK”, while your head told you to press the gas pedal harder.

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Kenji enters the basement where the baby kaiju was waiting for the both of you. She chirps with glee when she sees Kenji, and then she looks around for you.

“She’s not coming back”. He sighs, sitting down on the steps next to the baby’s containment unit. Her smile fades. She lets out a little whimper.

“I’m sorry Emi. I scared her off, and I don’t know how to fix this”. Kenji sat next to Emi and put his head in his arms. She settles down next to him in hopes of comforting her father. He leaned onto Emi, resting his head on her arm. It made him feel a little better, but the pain ran deeper in his heart. He had so many opportunities to tell you how he felt about you, but now you slipped through his fingers again.

“Nice going Ken”.

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A/N: By the time this gets posted, I’ll be on my way to Japan (ultradaddy here i come 🤭). See you all in the finale tomorrow :)

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another noise complaint?

pairing: leon x reader

cw: daddy kink, pacifier, not proofread enough

a/n: i'm so sorry to my followers, my family, and god

wc: 1.4k

Leon loves you. He loves the noises you make, too, and really, it saddens him to have to shush you. You like when he puts his hand over your mouth, and he likes the way you like it, but Leon is limited by the fact that he’s only got two hands (as opposed to three legs). He can’t squeeze your ass and your tits while keeping a hand over your mouth, maybe even one intertwined with your own hand. He proposes the idea to you on an ordinary Friday night. 

You’re already in the mood, mid-way through foreplay, he thought it’d be best to cross this bridge when you came to it, so once your volume gets to a level just below the amount it would take to get a noise complaint (Leon’s willing to push the envelope with the neighbors, but it’s gotten ‘out of hand’).

Sorry I have better dick game than you, you told him to say. He doesn’t know what the term ‘dick game’ means, but he’s pretty sure he can guess. 

He hops out of bed and you pout. “Be right back. Just looking for something for you.”

You’re really hoping it’s not a condom once he starts sifting through his bedside drawers. It’s not a condom. The opposite, really, a baby accessory rather than a preventative for babies. Leon already has a baby, and it’s you. 

He pulls out a pink pacifier and you study it, confused. 

“I’m not pregnant,” you say.

“I sure hope not,” he says. “This is for you, baby.” He sticks it in your mouth, and you hate to admit that there is something comforting about sucking on it. 

Leon cups your cheek and kisses you on the forehead. “It’ll help you keep quiet, so we don’t get in trouble,” he whispers sweetly and taps you on the nose. 

Leon had to pretend to be a new father at the grocery store earlier that day when he was buying a pacifier. He was asked by the woman in line behind him. “Oh, you have a baby girl? I’m guessing by the pink,” she said, pointing to the pacifier. Yeah, I do, but she’s an adult. Pink’s her favorite color, though. 

He could’ve said he was an uncle or had a friend with a child, but it was too late to decide on a lie. “Yep, a new addition to the family,” he said. He felt icky enough about the whole thing that he considered dropping the idea altogether, but baby supplies are surprisingly expensive. Leon doesn’t consider himself to be a cheapskate, but if it’s five dollars, you should at least try it once, right? It’s not like he can return it. In fact, he’ll never step foot in that grocery store again. The thought of it fills him with shame.

He hates the fact that he likes the way your big eyes stare back at his own and the way your little, needy hands reach out to him, grabbing onto nothing, just a silent plea for attention. He holds out two choices of pillows - one is shaped like Hello Kitty and the other is a simpler, less juvenile, pink, heart-shaped one with a little face on the front. You choose the heart-shaped pillow because it’s the right size to squeeze. (Leon is a size too big for you, but you make it work). 

He rubs the tip across your folds and he can see the way your eyebrows crease, the desire that fills your eyes, and he can hear the faintest sounds that are now semi-successfully muffled by the pacifier. 

If you’re going to try out this new ‘pacifier’ thing, then you might as well give it your all. Go big or go home. You get a sense of Leon’s plans for you when he hands you a pillow to hug - it’s going to be sweet as always, but it’s not going to be slow. He’s going to fuck you hard. 

Leon’s able to slide in with relative ease because he spent so much time playing with you beforehand. You tense up once he’s about ¾ of the way inside you. 

“We’ll take it slow,” he says, for now. The second part remains unspoken. “Relax for me,” he says, trying desperately to keep his cool, but when you clench around him, you catch him off guard. His breath hitches. “Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. You wink at him. 

He goes slack-jawed. “Doin’ this on purpose, missy? I didn’t know my little girl was so naughty.” The second part is a lie, he absolutely knows, and should’ve expected that move, honestly. 

You feign innocence, but it’s too late. He pulls out all the way only to slam into you, forcing himself into you fully, giving you no time to accommodate. 

“Gonna tell daddy if it gets to be too much, yeah?”

You nod, determined not to drop the pacifier. 

Leon grips your hips and sets a merciless pace. You try to keep the pacifier in your mouth but it falls out. You can’t hold back your moans anymore, not when he’s fucking you like this. It falls to your side with a tail of spit that hangs out of your mouth.

“Daddy,” you moan, way too loudly. Leon covers your mouth with his own. 

“Need you to keep quiet or else I’m gonna have to stop.”

He sees the look of hurt in your eyes and all cares are lost. It’s all about making you happy now. He’s teetering on the edge of his own orgasm as well.

“How ‘bout this?” He flips you onto your tummy and puts a pillow under you to lift your hips.

You him in agreement, but it’s muffled by the pillow that you’ve stuffed your face in. 

“Or do you want me to stop?” He asks only to see how needy you get. You kick your feet and hold your hands out, flexing them, searching for something to grasp onto. It sounds like you’re whining, too. 

“Okay, okay,” He half-laughs, and you can hear his smile, “I’ll keep going then.” He says it so casually that you don’t expect him to fuck you as hard as he does. His grip on your hips is tight and your hands cling to the sheets. 

All of a sudden, he stops. Your head snaps around. He's a tease by nature.

“No,” You whine, drawn-out, “Keep going. I want more.”

“If you want something, you should ask nicely.”

“Daddy, please,” you say, dewy-eyed, and Leon’s not sure whether to cry or to cum when he sees your face like that. His words get caught in his throat. 

He returns to an unrelenting pace. He keeps one hand on your hip and rubs your back with the other because he can hear you sob into the pillow. If you weren’t soaking wet, he’d be concerned. 

You’ve practically twisted yourself into a pretzel trying to bend your knees and block Leon from pulling all the way out. If your arms were long enough (and strong enough) you’d reach back and pull him in, keeping him there. 

“Baby girl, Daddy’s so proud of you,” he says, knowing praise will get you off, “You’re doing so well for me.”

He can feel your pussy spasm and your legs begin to tremble, but as per usual, you struggle against it, you tense up. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” he says, but it quickly turns into a groan. He doesn’t mean to swear but it comes out, “Fuck. I’m close.”

You lift your head, making sure your most important words are heard. Tears of pleasure paint your face as you say, “Don’t pull out.”

“I won’t,” he promises, breathing so quickly it sounds panicked. 

He halts his thrusts, buries himself to the hilt, and cums hard as you go through the aftershocks.

Later, an angry neighbor knocks on the door to complain about the noise. 

“Sorry, my girlfriend -” he starts. 

“I heard a man’s voice. It sounded like you.”

“Oh. Again, I’m sorry.”

His face is bright red when he closes the door and sees you, standing in the hall, wearing his t-shirt and stifling a laugh 

“It’s not funny,” he says, trying to hide his face with his hand. 

You run to the bedroom and come back to Leon, holding something. 

“Here, Daddy,” you say, dangling the pacifier, “You can borrow it next time.”

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 5 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

I’m not going to lie, this was the best chapter of the first volume so far. Not only was it better than the old chapters because we had much more to see and think about, but it’s also because it had some soft intimate moments mixed with happy scenes and not to mention felt longer than the others.

I would like to point out that I was completely in the right to explain why it was perfectly reasonable for Amalia to be worried that Aurora would take her place. In my chapter 4 review, I mentioned how Aurora had no right to lead the kingdom without Amalia even if it was in her legal right to do so. Aurora doesn't fully grasp the beliefs of the Sadidas. If she banishes Amalia, the final member of the royal Sadida family, from the kingdom, she will lack crucial insight into the kingdom's governance, particularly regarding the functioning of the Tree of Life.

It's important to note that while Yugo may not be a Sadida or a Twelvian, he has at least demonstrated the bare minimum level of cultural understanding and interaction that surpasses Aurora. Having lived among the Sadidas and rescued them multiple times, he has even communicated with King Oakheart without difficulty. However, it's worth noting that not all Sadidas may fully accept Yugo despite everything he has done. A good example of this would be what @vinillain has said about the topic in their post. I actually recommend you to see what they have to say about it.

Aurora has told Amalia to go back to her adventures, implying that she doesn’t need Amalia IN HER OWN HOME. Not only is the blue cow trophy wife a dumbass, but she’s also extremely unaware of the consequences she could receive if she lets her go.

It’s completely ridiculous but insane to kick the only remaining royal family of the Sadida kingdom if you don’t know how to keep the very living thing that keeps its people breathing.

This just keeps me wondering what the hell is Aurora’s goal besides ruling another kingdom other than the Osamodas one. Is there even another goal? Because if there isn’t, you gotta keep the only member of the royal family around you if you don’t want to fuck a kingdom up babes.

Aurora is legitimately an embarrassment to all blondes out there. They are already tired of hearing the annoying stereotype of “being dumb blondes” so don’t make it worse for them.

I hate what this is implying and I hate how Amalia explains it to Yugo.

Amalia already told Yugo in Season 4 that the sadidas protect the trees with their lives. And now, she’s here specifying to him that once a Sadida dies, they are still very much present in other ways.

Tot I swear on my ass, if this turns out to be some kind of foreshadowing for Amalia’s death, I’m booking a plane ticket straight to France. However, if this turns out to be some sort of implication that Amalia will replace or be the official guardian of the Tree of Life, I might be into it. We’ll just have to see where her words will go.

I loved how Yugo immediately went to console her and brought her into his arms. My guy doesn’t hesitate at all anymore and I’m so proud 🥰 He’s now able to give her the love she deserves 💕

This is the first time he mentions the past, and I'm glad he remembers how she used to be and can see the good in her, even when she was less mature.

Look at how he admires her in this very moment! He’s absolutely smitten 💕💕

“But already full of courage.” Yeah, the fearless sassy adventurer is definitely his type lol

I’ve been seeing a lot of people talk about the pregnancy situation with Aurora and with Amalia as well. The recurring references to pregnancy in certain chapters have led some to speculate about their significance. They are so vaguely placed in some instances but still present that the mentions almost appear like they’ve been strategically placed, leading to the belief that they may play a crucial role in upcoming events.

Here, we have Amalia crying her tears out at the idea that Aurora is perfectly justified to regain her position as queen simply because of her alleged pregnancy.

Just this scene alone makes me believe that Amalia has all the right to get pregnant as well. This is literally the scene that’s pushing the idea of her getting a kid.

Amalia. Get pregnant already. YUGO HELP HER-

I genuinely hate the fact that Amalia believes Armand would’ve let Aurora become the leader in his place because she’s harbouring his “child.”

Like no babe that doesn’t make any sense.

Throughout Season 4, we were able to clearly understand that Armand and Aurora did have feelings for one another but that didn’t mean Armand thought she was worthy to take his place if he was gone.

There’s a reason why there was only one throne in the Sadida kingdom.

There’s a reason why he was the only one conversing the most with other symbols of power or influence such as Master Joris, Yugo, and the cow king.

There’s a reason why he only addresses himself when he’s talking about the sadida leadership.

There’s a reason why he says “my people” rather than “our people”.

There’s a reason why he told Amalia, straight to her face, that she’s got it from here right before he sacrifices himself.

Armand never thought about Aurora when it came to any kind of leadership.

And sure, even if the child is real (because I still do not believe that wench), that doesn’t mean Armand was expecting the child to take over for him, much less Aurora, when Amalia was still in the picture.

Man was just horny that’s it.

Oh oop- drama???

Omg no this is genuinely such a good moment.

Amalia accidentally tells Yugo that he’s a stranger in the eyes of the royal Osamodas family and supposedly the other leaders as well and Yugo simply accepts this fact while she’s over here internally cursing herself for saying that to his face.

Because Amalia knows she’s right. And Yugo knows it just as much as her, if only more. Despite how Yugo wants to help Amalia in the situation she’s in, he’s aware that his very existence is a disturbance to the other leaders. (Which is a parallel to what happened with the Eliatrope goddess and the other gods around her.)

It greatly bothers Yugo to not be able to help his wife because of what he is and it is pretty understandable. There are people who are clashing with Amalia so he’ll obviously want to fight back.

While we're on the subject of who’s more of a stranger than the actual alien, I’d like to point out that even the royal Sadida staff treats Yugo like he’s part of the family. When Yugo and Amalia were having their moment, Renate (or Canar, I can’t remember who is who these two are just always together) enters the sacred grounds and calls for them, reminding them to be a part of the wedding their friends are having. But the way Renate (or Canar) addresses them is not by their royal status, but simply by their names.

This is an important detail to be aware of because Renate/Canar had no reason to justify why he called them by their names alone.

It just goes to show that some royal servants can be comfortable calling Yugo and Amalia this way without receiving any consequences. It also implies that only the servants who have interacted and gotten along with Yugo and Amalia when they were younger, are allowed to address them by their names.

And I love that fact so terribly much.

Amalia is a queen who understands personal relationships with servants and doesn’t think the idea is a bad thing. She has always been looking forward to speaking to her servants and befriending them since she was a child. Renate, Canar, and Evangelyne are examples of this.

Another detail that can be pointed out in this scene is what Renate/Canar said next: there was a wedding the two are supposed to attend later in the day.

This wouldn’t have been such a big thing to think about if it wasn’t for the fact that Yugo mentioned to Grougal that the two people in question who are getting a wedding, are two of his and Amalia’s friends.

Literally what? Who?!? Who are those friends??? That literally came out of nowhere!

It can’t be Eva and Dally because they already got married ages ago. So who could they be? Some friends who the brotherhood of the tofu met during one of their adventures? New characters that we’re going to see in Season 5 if it ever gets released? Or simply new characters that we’re going to discover in the manga? I’m throwing all the possibilities in the air because these two individuals cannot be normal civilians that Yugo and Amalia decided to plan a wedding for. Yugo precisely stated that these people are their friends.

Because of the Brotherhood’s lack of presence, one might assume that the couple getting married could consist of a Sadida and an Eliatrope, which would explain why Yugo and Amalia are familiar with them.

The Eliatropes and Sadidas depicted in this panel appear to be getting along, as they are all gathered in circles surrounded by Sadidas who seem to be accepting of their presence.

@aphilayx circled the exact amount of small groups that contained sadidas and eliatropes conversing together.

We can also believe that the marriage is unlikely to have any of the brotherhood’s friends who they met in their adventures take part in the ceremony, as was the case with Tristeva and Yumalia’s weddings. It appears that only Alibert, Adamaï, and Chibi, who are not from the kingdom, will be participating.

All of these points only encourage the idea that the marriage Yugo and Amalia would participate in could be between a sadida and an eliatrope.

…if the eliatropes weren’t children.

The eliatropes are not adults yet. Only a few months, or possibly a year, have passed between Season 4 and the webtoon. The eliatropes are not ready to marry anyone.

But then again, an interracial marriage would still make sense. Because why would any other race be here? I don’t see anyone else. The room we were shown only displayed sadidas and eliatropes. The only other person who isn’t an eliatrope, a sadida, or even a dragon, is Alibert (poor guy’s the only Enutrof there lol). He sticks out like a sore thumb 😭

Speaking of the room, we finally get to see Chibi and Grougal! It's great to have more opportunities to see them, especially since they were only featured in the first episode of the Ovas and one episode of Season 4 until now. In both of those times, they barely spoke or said a line. But here, we can finally see them having more moments and SPEAKING.

Well, only Chibi is talking but I think that’s pretty understandable since Grougal seems to be less talkative than him cuz he’s…well a baby dragon.

Grougal chews on wood when he can’t eat anything else…

Honestly, that’s relatable for all human babies. And then we got Chibi over here who decided to snitch on him for trying to eat Az. I never thought the future inventor would be able to snitch like that, how embarrassing.

DUDE WHY ARE YOU BRINGING DOWN GROUGAL LIKE THAT?! BRO’S JUST TRYNNA BE A DRAGON-

I’ve never seen Yugo get this mad at Grougal damn. I only saw Adamaï acting like that in season 2...daddy’s mad.

Yugo gives off the vibe of being the responsible older brother who had to act mature to help the parents handle the younger kids. He’s such a big brother to them both to the point where he’s making me think he’ll be such a good househusband father.

He’s even compromising with them!! Telling Grougal to wait a bit until the food can be ready.

Please that is such a fatherly thing to do!! They usually do this when the mother isn’t watching lol. Yugo’s over here telling Grougal to wait just a bit longer so he could be able to eat whatever he wants at the banquet.

By the way, I bet the feast will only be filled with drinks and fruits based on the food we’ve seen in the webtoon trailer.

Ruel had once complained that all the sadidas ate were soups so I guess that’s also another thing these people eat. The only time I’ve seen a sadida eat meat was Amalia in the first episode of the Ovas cutting a cooked animal in Ruel’s contraption.

So yeah, Grougal’s gonna starve either way lol

Also I’m definitely using this panel as my lock screen 💕💕

Look at him, he’s about to ground him before Alibert can.

Just cuz of this scene alone, it made me think that’s how he’s gonna act if he ever gets a kid(s) with Amalia. So if his kid misbehaves, he’d make that frowning face lol

And now we’re back to these imbeciles.

It irks me that these two blue-skinned clowns are being served and taken care of by the sadidas. They got THEIR OWN SUITE ARE U KIDDING ME-

The blue cow king even had some food prepared by the sadidas for his goofy ass ride! Stop treating the sadida servants like they are your own ones!!

Aurora is as unlikable as always, ordering the people to prepare her room.

I swear not even younger Amalia used to order her people like that. She used to get along with them and even talk to them as if she was about to spill some tea. But Aurora? Cow is so entitled that she’s even acting like that to people who are not even from the same race as her.

Blue cow mentioned that the chest the Sadida servant was carrying, had a “kougnard” in it (in English it’s a “skrot”).

We couldn’t see what it looked like but it clearly scared the shit out of that sadida woman. So I took the time to search up what a “Kougnard” was and it turns out it was actually a very ugly bat creature.

A “kougnard” is an animal you can use for transportation or a companion you can bring around while adventuring. Their main use is transportation though so they carry you from point A to point B if you can’t find a zaap gate near you.

They originally came from Ecaflipus, the Ecaflip God’s dimension. The kougnard that Aurora has is a newborn one which would explain why it could fit into a chest.

For a visual example, this is what a kougnard looks like in its adult form 👇

So yeah, pretty ugly.

Like ew wtf no wonder the sadida woman shit her leaves. Sorry for any player who uses these things but I don’t see how you can even touch one of them, let alone look at them for more than fifteen seconds. They look like ugly crusty bats that are fighting for their lives just to breathe.

Also what’s up with Aurora keeping familials in chests?? Wtf?? Isn’t she pro-animal or whatever?? Literally what’s up with that?? What’s so special about a living baby kougnard that she has to keep it in a chest???

That thing is even ugly as a baby, just look at how that sadida woman reacted when she saw it. Literally freaked her the hell out.

Apparently, Aurora wears the animal on her head in the next chapter according to what the next chapter’s cover entails. She seems to have something in her head and @geekgirles deduced that if we focus our attention on the top of her head, we can see claws.

I swear if that blue cow is actually looking down on people in that panel while having an ugly crusty-ass bat on her head, I’ll be laughing my ass off at this goofy behavior.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

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summary: he overhears your friend saying something unkind

wc: 1.5k (oops this was supposed to be a drabble)

cw: mild swearing, reader has adhd, stigma against adhd

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“...What makes you think I wouldn’t lose it? I have the worst case of ADHD anyone has ever seen, you seriously think I’d be able to keep track of it?”

Your lighthearted laughter as you teased your friend floated over the din of the cafe as Osamu entered it, there to pick you up. Unable to tamp down his lovesick smile at the sound of your voice, he immediately perked up when he spotted you and began heading over to where you were sitting with your friends.

You had a little bit of trouble controlling your volume, so he had been able to hear what you were saying earlier, but since then you had gone weirdly quiet. But as he made his way over to you, he became close enough to catch the tail end of what your friend said in response.

“...I mean come on. You can’t just blame everything on your ADHD. Like, when are you going to actually take responsibility for your problems instead of using it as an excuse as if half the population doesn’t have it?”

He didn’t have to see your face to know what your expression looked like. Just like every other time someone said something shitty like that to you, he knew that the hurt would only show on your face for a moment before morphing into a sarcastic and uncaring mask.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your voice had lost its boisterous joy from moments ago, and that alone made him want to storm over there and tear that girl a new one. Unfortunately he was well aware of the fact that you preferred to fight your own battles, and loathed feeling like you needed some man to come in and defend your feelings.

“I’m just saying.” Your friend rolled her eyes. “You’re so put together, and one of the most intelligent people I know. When are you going to stop using your ADHD as an excuse for your terrible work ethic?”

While the first part of what she said sounded deceptively nice, the hidden connotations in the barbed sentence did not go over his head, so it most certainly did not go over yours. Remembering all of the nights he spent holding you as you cried because someone had called you lazy, or told you that you could do it if you just tried, he made a mental note to himself to remind you of how amazing you are every day. As if he didn’t already.

“Wow.” Your voice had taken on a mocking, almost cruel tone. While most people overhearing would think you’re just being really nasty, he knew better. This was how you protected yourself. You pretended you didn’t care and mocked the person for their ignorance, then went home and asked him to hold you until your heart stopped hurting and the voices in your head stopped talking.

You took a slow, leisurely sip of your drink, before slamming the cup back onto the table with more force than necessary. “For someone who claims to have undiagnosed ADHD, you sure don’t know anything about it. Just so you don’t embarrass yourself in the future by spewing more bullshit like this, let me give you a few pieces of information.”

Leaning back in your chair, you began ticking off items on your fingers as you spoke. 

“One. Telling someone with ADHD to “just focus” is like telling a person with glasses to just see better. We want to, but we can’t.” You level a pointed look at her glasses and Osamu notes with satisfaction that her face is beginning to get flushed with embarrassment. You continue.

“Two. A lot of people with ADHD are actually insanely smart. They have to be. People in classes like ours who have ADHD and struggle with paying attention and staying on task need to be intellectually gifted to survive in school. It’s the only way they can keep up. Which brings us to point three.”

The overly sweet smile you give your so-called “friend” tells him that you’re about to say something you’ll regret later, but he can’t bring himself to stop you because anyone who hurt your feelings deserved what was coming for them. If that made him a bad boyfriend then he didn’t really care. He would just comfort you later and tell you that you aren’t a bad person for putting a judgemental asshole in their place.

“Point three: don’t go around telling people that you have undiagnosed ADHD. Like I said before, people with ADHD typically need to be smarter than the others in their class to keep up, especially in an engineering major. Which is exactly why no one is going to believe you. Frankly, you’re just not smart enough. You’re barely hanging on as it is. If you really did have ADHD you would have flunked out by now.”

Checking the time on your phone you gathered your stuff and stood up. “Sorry. My boyfriend is probably here by now. Although, something came up. I think you’ll need to find your own ride back. Sorry.”

Surveying the area where you had sat, you double checked to make sure you had everything, pausing and looking back over your shoulder just as you were about to leave.

“Oh, and by the way.” You shoot her a saccharine smile. “I really appreciate you thinking that I’m really put together. Unlike my intelligence, that’s all an act, so I’m really flattered that you thought that about me. It means a lot.”

With that, you turned and came face to face with your boyfriend's chest, nearly falling on your ass. One of his arms wound around your waist, pulling you against him and keeping you upright while the other snagged your bag and threw it over his shoulder.

“Samu?!” You look up at him in surprise and he just smirks and guides you out of the restaurant. Once you’re in the privacy of his car, you speak again. “...How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to hear the bullshit she spewed.” You look down, pretending to pick at your nails, but he knows you’re just trying to hide the tears welling in her eyes. 

“I really thought she was my friend.” Your voice is quiet and watery, completely different from the one you used with your friend just seconds ago in the cafe. “Maybe she’s right. I was probably too mean to her. I apologize to her-”

He was going to let you apologize, knowing that nothing he said would take away the guilt clawing at your insides, but then he saw the contact name.

“Her??” He pointed incredulously at the contact name. “The girl in there was her?? The one who was super mean to ya last year? I thought ya said ya weren’t friends with her anymore!”

Flushing, you tilt your phone away from him. “Well, I didn’t want you to worry. She got nicer, I swear.”

His eyes narrow. “Uh-huh. And what she said to ya back there definitely reflects just how much she’s changed.”

With a quick stretch of his arm, he snatched your phone out of your hand and slid it into his pocket, fending you off with one arm as he started the car and pulled out, causing you to cease your physical attempts at reclaiming your phone.

“Osamu Miya!! You give that back!! It’s not up to you who I’m friends with, and whether or not I apologize!”

“I know that.” He mumbles, keeping his eyes on the road. “I just don’t like seeing ya sad. And yer always sad when yer friends with assholes like her.”

“Oh, Samu…” Your voice softens and you take his free hand in your own. “I’ll be okay. Really. Honestly she’s probably trying to help me. She just wants me to fix what’s going on-”

“That’s exactly what I mean!” His knuckles turn white with how tightly he’s gripping the steering wheel, but his grasp of your hand is nothing but gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with ya! She says shit like that and you believe her! Yer perfect the way you are, and I hate that you spend time with people who make you feel less than that! I don’t care who yer friends with. I just want them to treat you well. The way ya deserve.”

You deflate, your grip on his hand tightening and he sees you wiping your eyes out of his peripheral. “I know. I know you're right. Can we just...talk about this later? I just want to be sad right now."

'"Of course we can babe. We don't have to talk about it at all if you don't want to. I'm just not letting you apologize to her because she doesn't deserve it."

You laugh, and the sound does things to his heart. "I love you so much Samu. You know that, right?”

He squeezes your hand tightly, knowing that no matter what, the two of you would be okay because you had each other. “I know. And I love ya a million times more than that.”

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[puppetwoman17]

Sneak peek of The Batson Family Soap Opera, Ft. The Justice League

Billy jerked up, not even in a mild daze. His eyes were big and clear. His grip on the blanket tightened. He looked around, arms jerking to hold something, before he saw the small light in his pocket.

“Shit,” he mumbled, voice grainy from the lack of water. He fumbled for his phone and swiped. Bart only got a quick look at the profile picture–a stock photo of a beach–before Billy got up.

M’gann let out a small whine as he rounded the couch. “Billy?”

“Sorry, just gimme a sec, yeah? Gotta take this.”

“I–okay,” the martian smiled sadly as she watched their friend walk towards the dining table behind the living room.

His knuckles were white, Bart noticed.

Now, you could say that eavesdropping on your friend and den dad’s conversation without his permission was a bad thing, but he wasn’t the only one! It was clear that the others were too! In fact, Cassie took the remote and subtly pushed down the volume to a more helpful level, and it was no secret that she had super hearing. The only person who seemed remotely uninterested was Z.

On the other hand, going for the bandwagon was never the right thing, but sue him. He inched his head toward his backrest and breathed quietly, fearful to miss anything.

“Hello?”

Huh. He sounded almost…dejected.

“Yeah it’s me, did you need some—Hold up, calm down!”

Bart exchanged glances with Artemis and Roy. What was wrong? Was Billy in danger?

A second longer, the back of the room was silent. Even Billy’s breaths couldn’t be heard. A quiet murmur could be heard from his phone.

He wondered what—

“HE DID WHAT?!”

The couch-full of heroes jumped at their den dad’s angry tone. Some of them slowly turned to look behind them. Others stayed rooted to the TV, staring through the reflective screen.

“I—No, do you hear me? You—E, you are not going to—DON’ T YOU DARE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I’M GONNA HAVE TO CLEAN?!”

Billy swiftly ended the call, breathing harsh and loud. He plodded back to the swaddle of cushions, though he didn’t get back in like everyone thought.

“Z.”

Zatanna looked silently at her so-called Champion, eyes clear and knowing. “How bad?”

“I’ve got a lot of shit to clean up tonight.”

“You got it, boss!” The sorceress rose from her seat and adjusted her hat before smiling apologetically at the rest of them. “Sorry, Billy and I need to handle something.”

“Anything we can help with?” Conner asked.

“Even if it’s small, we’ll do it,” Gar said eagerly.

Bart was going to offer his assistance too, but one look at Billy told him that he wouldn’t be taking any help that wasn’t Zatanna’s.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “I can handle it.”

“You sure? It sounded pretty serious.”

Billy seemed to freeze up at that. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the older heroes. He avoided looking at them and instead chose to nod with Zatanna, who smoothed the creases of her clothes and walked toward the zeta tube teleporters.

He turned back. “Everything’s fine.”

“Doesn’t seem fine,” said Conner.

“It’s none of your business. Go to bed when it’s lights out.”

And with that, Billy and Zatanna made for the zeta tubes without another word. The only remaining sound in the room was the familiar jolt of the boom tubes as the two magic users left the Team base.

[wheatnoodle]

welcome to part 4 besties of deaf!steve/steddie

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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she lets him play his show. she doesn’t want to ruin it for the other guys, though with the way eddie’s playing, he seems to be doing that himself.

robin cannot look away from him.

her jaw is clenched, thin arms crossed over her chest. while the rest of the bar vibes along to the music, she is stock still. the party tries to pretend they’re enjoying themselves but the awkward glances and forced smiles tell otherwise.

she sees red. and she doesn’t even have a ride to go to her best friend. her other half. she can feel him. her heart is in her stomach, her chest is empty. an aching cavity. she can barely focus.

eddie’s fumbling on stage. he keeps his head down, hair curtaining his face. he wont look at any of them, he can’t look at them. his fingers shake as he stares at his fretboard, fucking up what should be easy progressions. his face is on fire. he knows he needs to get his head in it, but he can’t stop thinking about steve. the way he crumbled right in front of him and, like he seemed to do quite often, scooped up his broken pieces to bring home by himself. every time eddie blinks, there’s teary doe eyes clouding his vision.

so, robin lets him play his show. it doesn’t last long, gareth being the one to shake his head and cut their set short. they pack their gear and step off the stage and robin has her fingers around eddie’s wrist. he has no time to protest as she drags him away. down a back hallway with one light hanging from the ceiling and graffiti on the walls.

“rob-“

she shoves him against the wall, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and tugging him down to her eye level.

“what the fuck is your problem, eddie? what the fuck is your problem?” she hisses into his face, her brows drawn. eddie’s eyes are wide as he stares at her, mouth gaping like a fish. robin wants to smack the look off his features. seconds pass before he’s glaring at her in return.

“my problem? what, so me not wanting to be friends with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me is a problem?” he scoffs, knocking her hands off his shirt.

“what are you talking about?!” robin feels hysterical. she doesn’t know whether she should laugh or scream or cry or all of the above at the same time. “since when does steve not give a shit about you?!”

“since always! since high school!” he throws his arms out. he might be reaching robin’s hysteria, he thinks. “im the freak to him.”

“i cant believe you would say something like that. after everything? really? what happened to you being so totally lovesick you just had to go and start writing your music about it?”

eddie barks out a laugh, tilting his head back to the ceiling, to the one flickering light. “as if it even fucking matters. you know he’s said no every single time ive invited him here? or to a band practice? every time! i don’t even care if he likes it, i just want him to fucking show up!” he’s raising his voice. he knows he is.

“he’s deaf! you shithead!” robin tops his volume. her voice cracks as she puts her hands on eddie’s chest, shoving him again. her cheeks are ruddy, her own eyes glossing over at the intensity of her emotions.

“what?” eddie whispers and he stops. right there. he stops moving, stops blinking, stops breathing. his jaw is dropped. he has that stupid fish look on his face again. every thought leaves his brain, only robin’s words bouncing around in his head. he’s deaf. he’s deaf. he’s deaf.

“he’s deaf. from all of his stupid head injuries. he can’t hear your music at a show, eddie! there’s too much going on!” she’s crying now. angry tears rolling down her cheeks. she wipes them away furiously.

“what do you mean…”

“i mean he doesn’t want you to look at him different or like he’s weird. because he can’t hear. because king steve being deaf just doesn’t make sense and there go proving it,” she shakes her head, her fingers going into her hair to tug at the strands.

“i didn’t…i didn’t know,” eddie gulps thickly. his heart is pounding in his chest. steve is deaf. steve the hair harrington is deaf. steve the babysitter is deaf. steve the monster hunter is deaf. his stevie can’t hear.

“no shit. he doesn’t want any of you to.” eddie’s hands find her wrists and ease her fingers from her hair, pulling her against him. she slumps into his chest, crying in his shirt (if she makes sure to make it extra gross, that’s between her and the lord).

they stand there till she calms down. until she pulls back and tucks her hair behind her ears, wiping her eyes again for good measure.

“i…i need to go see him,” eddie says, nodding along like he’s trying to convince himself it’s what he should be doing. he pats his jeans pockets, finishing out the keys to his van.

“you need to fix this. i’ll get the others to start trying to get in contact with him,” robin sighs, resting the back of her head against the wall. eddie nods again, turning on his heel and sprinting down the hall.

he makes it to the door, gets his hand on the push bar. “eddie?” he turns back around when robin calls his name.

she hesitates a second before closing her eyes and sighing yet again. “don’t break his heart.”

his brow furrows briefly. “i won’t.”

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[flowerfan2]

“Let’s take a road trip” sounded like fun – and there have definitely been fun aspects to this road trip.  Sunshine beaming through the car windows, Robin and Nancy and sometimes even Steve singing along with Eddie to whatever’s playing on the radio, Steve dozing off leaning against Eddie’s shoulder in the back seat when Nancy takes a turn driving.

But they took a wrong turn somewhere near Pittsburgh – not that there are really any great turns near Pittsburgh – and Robin is adamant that they keep going until they find the cheap-ass motel she booked for them, even though they are hours behind schedule at this point.

Steve’s driving, as he usually is.  They’ve listened to the same miserable ABBA tape three times in a row (if Eddie has to hear Super Trouper one more time he’s going to mutiny) because no one can agree on what to put on instead, and at this point, even Robin has stopped trying to jolly them all out of their bad moods.

Eddie has been staring out the window, spacing off mostly, when he glances at the clock on the dash.  It’s after seven p.m., and they are way overdue for a meal break.  He suggests that they stop at the next exit, and Nancy snaps at him that they can’t afford to waste the daylight.  Robin jumps in to propose a compromise, which would work better if they weren’t all so damn tired of being stuck in this car together.

“It’s too late anyway,” Steve mumbles, too low for the girls in the back seat to hear him over their argument.  

“Nah, plenty of places will still be open,” Eddie says, thinking that he’d kill for a convenience store hot dog right now.

“Not what I meant,” Steve says.  Eddie studies him for a long moment, increasingly upset by the sight.  Steve’s face is strangely pale.  His hands are tense on the steering wheel, and his jaw is locked.  There are beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He leans a little closer, speaks softly under his breath.  “Steve, you okay?  Want me to take over?”

“It’s better if I stay still,” Steve says, and Eddie doesn’t like the sound of that at all.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Steve just purses his lips and keeps his eyes on the road.

Eddie turns down the volume on the tape player, shooting a stern glance at Robin when she objects.  “I think it’s quiet time,” he says, keeping his voice level.  Miraculously, with a minimum of protest and several meaningful glances back and forth, Robin and Nancy both seem to get it.

After a few minutes, Robin clears her throat.  “Let’s get off at the next exit.  According to the sign there should be food there, and a hotel too.”

Steve responds by putting on the turn signal, and soon enough they’ve pulled into the parking lot of a sad looking diner.  Steve still hasn’t said a word, but the silence when he turns the engine off speaks volumes.

“Want us to go in and get you something?” Nancy asks quietly.  “A burger, or…?”

“Maybe see if they have something bland?”  Eddie says, glancing at Steve for a reaction.  “Grilled cheese, maybe, or soup?”  

Steve is still facing forward, his hands gripping tight, but now his eyes are pressed shut.

“Sure, yeah, we’ll figure something out.”  The girls get out of the car, and Eddie does too, coming around to the driver’s side.  He opens the door and crouches down next to Steve.

“Migraine?”  he asks, knowing the answer.

“Yeah.  Bad one.”

“Didn’t help that we skipped dinner, huh.”

“Nope.”  Steve’s voice is strained.  “I’m so stupid, I should have said something.”

“We should have stopped,” Eddie says softly.  “It’s not always your responsibility.” He’s not going to argue with Steve now, but god damn it, why didn’t one of them think of this before?  “Come on, let’s get you out of there.”

He supports Steve as best he can as he slides out of the driver’s seat and helps him into the back.  He leaves the door open, hoping the slight breeze and cooling night air will make Steve feel better – or at least if he has to puke, it’ll be easier to get out of the car.

“Come ‘ere,” Steve says, tugging Eddie into the car with him.  Steve rearranges himself with his head in Eddie’s lap, and breathes harshly through his mouth a few times as he settles.  

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie whispers, and Steve presses his face into Eddie’s stomach.

“Not your fault.”

Eddie rests his hand gently on Steve’s head, threading his fingers carefully through his hair.  “Is this better or worse?”

“It’s good.”

After Steve has relaxed a little bit, Eddie presses his thumb carefully against Steve’s temple.  Steve grimaces, but breathes out “don’t stop” when Eddie pauses, so he keeps going.

Eventually Robin and Nancy return, take-out boxes in a plastic bag.  Steve makes an unhappy noise when they ask him if he wants dinner, and so they just stick it in the trunk.  Nancy gets in the driver’s seat and they pull back out into the night, headed for a motel Robin called from the diner.

Later, Steve curled up against Eddie in one bed and Nancy and Robin in the other, Eddie promises himself he’s going to do better.  Steve’s going to have migraines and who knows what other kinds of pain for the rest of his life, because of what he did to protect them all.  Now Eddie’s going to figure out how to protect him back.

****

Read my collection of Steddie ficlets on A03 here.

[halfagonyandhope]

before anybody has to bleed

"May I suggest, Master, that we give Kenobi one last chance? The support of a Jedi of his integrity would be invaluable in establishing the political legitimacy of our Empire."

"Ah, yes. Kenobi." His Master's voice went silken. "You have long been interested in Kenobi, haven't you?"

"Of course. His Master was my Padawan; in a sense, he's practically my grandson—"

"He is too old. Too indoctrinated. Irretrievably poisoned by Jedi fables. We established that on Geonosis, did we not? In his mind, he serves the Force itself; reality is nothing in the face of such conviction."

— Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith novelization

---

Her comm blinks through the dark.

She’s half asleep, half alert, and thinks it might be a dream – because only one person has the frequency of this particular secure comm device, and he’s never used it, not once.

Until now.

Satine struggles against the duvet for a second before managing to reach the ornate bedside table. She answers the call and sits up, and the last of her dreams leave her.

“Obi?” she says, in quiet disbelief.

Her comm blinks through the dark.

She’s half asleep, half alert, and thinks it might be a dream – because only one person has the frequency of this particular secure comm device, and he’s never used it, not once.

Until now.

Satine struggles against the duvet for a second before managing to reach the ornate bedside table. She answers the call and sits up, and the last of her dreams leave her.

“Obi?” she says, in quiet disbelief.

“I woke you,” comes the voice from the other end, usually so calm and centered but not so tonight. “Of course, I apologize; my timing is terribly inconvenient – ”

She cuts him off. “That is inconsequential,” she says, shifting her legs so her feet can slide into the slippers next to her bed. She stands and shrugs on a robe. “What has happened? Are you alright?”

Obi-Wan breathes out deeply. “Not in the commonly-used definition of that word,” he eventually says.

Satine waits, knowing if she asks more questions, he’ll give her more non-answers.

“I just returned from Serenno,” he begins, and Satine stills. She reminds herself to keep breathing as he continues. “It was not the original destination I’d been sent, but it became apparent rather quickly that whatever threat the Jedi thought they would address on this mission…it had been manufactured precisely because the Jedi would address it.”

“The Jedi were baited?”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer right away, and Satine hears sounds of traffic around him, and then the sound of rustling fabric.

“Where are you, Obi?”

“Lower levels of Coruscant,” he says, and she understands immediately what he doesn’t have to say: he can’t be overheard by the Jedi.

Satine bites her lip.

“To answer your question: yes, we were baited. But the bait was specifically for me.” His voice drops in volume. “The leads I had led me to Serenno. I knew why I was going before I set foot on the planet.”

“Risky,” murmurs Satine. 

She can hear the wry smile in his voice as he responds, “You would have done the same.”

“Perhaps,” she says. “I assume this was Count Dooku’s plan? Whatever would he want with you?”

Obi-Wan breathes in. “On Geonosis, a couple standard years ago, he…” He clears his throat. “Dooku asked me to join him, to defeat the Sith. He said the Republic was under the control of a Sith lord. A complete lie of course,” he says quickly, as though to convince himself.

Satine hesitates.

“Don’t tell me you believe him?” asks Obi-Wan, incredulously.

“Dooku is a liar,” says Satine firmly. “But that does not mean that every sentence he has ever uttered was false.” She tries to make her tone gentle, but she’s not sure she succeeds. “What else did he tell you on Geonosis?”

She can almost hear his eye roll through the transmission. “That the Dark side has clouded the vision of the Jedi. That the Sith were the root of the corruption in the Senate. That we could weed out the corruption…if I joined him.”

Satine leans against the transparisteel of the door to her balcony, blissfully cool against her hot skin. She feels her heart pulse. “Obviously, you refuted him, or we would not be having this conversation,” she says. “So I presume him luring you to Serenno was more of the same?”

“Precisely,” says Obi-Wan. 

“And again, you must have refused. So what do I owe the pleasure of this late call?”

Obi-Wan’s silence slices through her ribcage, piercing her heart.

“You did refuse, did you not?” she whispers.

“I didn’t agree to join him,” hisses Obi-Wan. “But I didn’t refute him, either.”

“Ben…”

“My master trusted this man, Satine. You heard how Qui-Gon spoke about him. And this forsaken war – it drags on. And on. Whenever we feel we are close to ending it, we find out we’ve been outwitted. And even though Dooku was saying more of the same, I began to wonder…could he be right? Is that why we haven’t been able to make headway? Are we being played from the inside?”

“I could have answered that question for you before the Republic joined the war,” says Satine, and she makes no effort to hide her acerbic tone. “All war is a game. There are no winners – just players.”

“I’m well aware of your feelings on the subject,” says Obi-Wan, and it’s clear he doesn’t have time for a lecture. “I called you because I want someone to tell me I haven’t gone mad for considering he might be telling the truth about this.”

The tension leaves her shoulders. “You haven’t gone mad, Obi-Wan,” she says gently. 

“Do you think he’s lying?”

Satine closes her eyes. “Would Qui-Gon think it is a lie? What would he tell you to do?”

Obi-Wan half-sighs and half-laughs. “Qui-Gon would tell me to look for the truth, even if the Council are convinced they already know it. He would tell me to look for the truth precisely because the Council are convinced they already know it.”

“He was wise, Obi.”

“I miss him.”

“I do, too.” Satine smiles sadly and opens her eyes. “But he passed that wisdom to you. Use it.”

The disbelief in his tone is clear, despite the static of the transmission. “Are you suggesting I tell Dooku that I accept?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Satine says. “I am suggesting that you present this to the Council, similarly as you did to me – though I would also suggest that less is more with them. Tell them an opportunity has arisen to spy on Dooku. It would not be the first time the Council has tried to gather intelligence on him.”

“You know about that?”

“Asajj Ventress is at the top of most governments’ Most Wanted lists, so yes, we know about that.”

“Never doubt Mandalorian intelligence,” says Obi-Wan, and she knows he’s impressed.

“You need the Council’s support if you are to infiltrate Dooku’s circle,” says Satine. “Mainly, it would be impossible to hide an extended period of absence as this would require. And your former apprentice would probably track you down if he thought something was amiss.”

Obi-Wan chuckles. “You are…not wrong about that.”

“You will need to frame this carefully,” Satine continues. “They will pull you the moment they suspect you think Dooku has made a valid point. They are so focused on not losing the war that they are losing sight of how best to end it.”

He is quiet for some time, and Satine listens to him breathe. 

Then, he says, “I fear I am as well.”

“That fear is why you are not, you know.”

She suspects he’s smiling, just a little. “The war must end,” he says. He’s on the move again, and the sounds of the city around him almost drown out his words. Satine strains to hear. “So that there can be an after.”

Satine has indulged herself of countless plans for this after, from abdicating her title and facilitating free elections to retiring to Kalevala. She knows Obi-Wan would have made a fine Duke Consort, though he would have despised it, and that was only one of the many advantages that had occurred to her of abdication.

She thinks he too, perhaps, dreams of such a life.

“Obi,” says Satine, pulling him back to her. “Do not forget whose side you are on.”

His reply is immediate, his calm palpable.

“Yours, Satine. I’m on your side, and it would be nigh impossible to forget that.”

[wordsbyrian]

Frat Daddy the Third - USWNT x Reader

Summary/Request: Anon sorta said "reader being under the legal drinking age but the team travels to Europe and the reader goes out...team ends up taking care of them at the end"

A/N: So this isn't exactly what anon requested but this what my brain made of it. Enjoy.

Trigger warning: Excessive drinking of Alcohol and mentions of a date rape drug but no one gets hurt.

Despite what everyone else may think, there is nothing cool about trying to balance being in college and being on the senior national team.

Okay, maybe that is slightly dramatic because playing on the same team as some of the women you grew up idolizing is incredibly cool but there are some downsides.

You could waste time listing them all but there is only me that is bugging you right now: not being able to have a drink when you want one.

Once again, this might seem like a small thing but you attend one of the top party schools in the country: Florida State. 

So more often than not you have a little bit of alcohol in your system.

Bored while studying, have a beer or two.

Headed to a 3-hour lecture, take a shot before walking across campus.

If any of the other sports teams win, let’s find a frat party.

Your team wins, and the party’s at your place.

Get a call-up, throw a party.

It’s not alcoholism if you’re still an undergrad.

And it’s not a hangover if you refuse to tell anyone what you did the night before.

This is exactly what you’re doing now as you wait in Newark airport with Kristie and all your teammates on the Spirit. They had faced each other to a nil-nil draw last night while you and the Seminoles beat Rutgers. 

And yes, you had thrown a small party in the hotel afterward.

So not only were you incredibly hungover (honestly you were probably still drunk), but you were also dealing with some of your loudest national teammates.

Sinking lower into your seat, you pull your hat lower on your head and turn up the volume in your headphones.

Just as you begin to drift off, you feel multiple pairs of eyes on you.

Opening one of your own, you aren’t surprised to see Kelley directly in your face and everyone else staring at you.

“Can I help you,” you question, taking your headphones off.

“Why are you sweating,” Kelley asks, “And why do you smell like the aisle of a liquor store?”

Closing your eyes you respond, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“So if I passed a bottle of,” she pauses, taking a big sniff, “Hennessy under your nose, you wouldn’t be tempted to throw up?”

Just the mention of the drink that you had too much of last night is enough to make you gag. That in turn makes Kelley shake her head at you.

“Next time use a stronger body spray, kid,” she says before walking away.

The incident doesn’t get brought up again.

And as far as you know Kelley doesn’t mention it to anyone else but she does get herself assigned as your roommate.

It isn’t until you are in your shared hotel room, complaining about your homework that the topic of alcohol even comes up again.

“Mill, Kant, and morals are best studied with a beer,” you grumble not having heard Kelley re-enter the room with Sonnett.

“Day drinking while studying ethics is a new level, kid,” Sonny says, causing you to whip your head around to face her.

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t have a beer, so no day drinking is occurring,” you say, turning back to continue writing your paper.

“Why are you studying ethics and morals anyway,” Kelley asks, “Aren’t you getting a degree in computer engineering?”

“It’s a required course.”

She gives a small ‘oh’ in response and seconds later you can hear her and Emily whispering behind you, something that you mistakenly choose to ignore seeing as how deadlines don’t care about timezones.

Eventually, you forget the two of them are even in the room and begin to find your groove again making a significant amount of progress on your paper.

That groove is broken when the two of them walk up to either side of you and close your laptop.

“Are you serious right now,” you ask, groaning when they don’t take their hands off it, “I only have two hours left to finish this paper.”

“Relax Y/N/N, we’re here to make you a deal,” Emily says placatingly.

“Alright, well hurry up.”

“We’re gonna ask you two questions,” Kelley explains, “Answer both correctly and score a goal tomorrow and we’ll bring you with us when we go out after the game.”

“Can I answer the questions and type my paper at the same time,” you beg, still trying to remove their hands from your laptop.

“Fine,” they say simultaneously, watching as you scramble to get back to your essay.

“Ok, the first question,” Emily says, “What is the legal drinking age in France?”

“There isn’t one,” you answer, “But you have to be 18 to purchase any alcohol.”

“Correct, next question, “Kelley says, “What are three characteristics of alcohol use disorders?”

“Inability to limit drinking, continuing to drink despite personal or professional problems, and wanting to drink so bad that you can’t think of anything else.”

“Correct again,” the older defender says, “Now score a goal and you get to hang out with the big kids after the game.”

“Cool, will the ‘big kids’ leave me alone now,” you beg, citing another source for your paper.

“Alright, fine, see you later Y/N/N,” Emily says, dragging Kelley out of the room.

By the time you’re standing on the touchline the next day, you’ve completely forgotten about the deals you’ve made with the Frat Daddies.

No, you’re more focused on trying to find a way past Wendie Renard and the rest of the French back 3 so that you can leave the stadium with a win.

It’s a hard hustle but you finally manage to take a good shot in the 79th minute that barely sails over the fingertips of the French goalie.

You don’t remember the deal until Kelley leaps into your arms yelling about how she’s buying your first drink.

And that doesn’t fully register in your mind until Kelley is forcing you to get out of bed and get dressed that night.

The club you and the rest of the team find yourselves in is cooler than any of the ones you’ve snuck into at school. But that’s to be expected seeing as how Tallahassee isn’t known for much else besides being home to Florida State.

You spend most of the night with your teammates dancing and convincing them to buy you shots, you get through eight of them before they catch on and you have to buy your own drinks.

That’s when things take a turn for the worse.

One second you’re at the bar talking with a pretty French girl while waiting for your beer and the next, you’re drinking a beer that is definitely not supposed to be salty.

Stumbling towards where you left your teammates, you walk straight into Kelley’s arms.

“Kelley, we need to leave,” you slur-shout into her ear.

“What, why?”

“Because I just had a salty Modelo and Modelo is not supposed to be salty,” you say frantically, “GHB makes beer salty and now it’s getting really hard to breathe, so can we please leave.”

“Oh my god, Y/N,” she says.

“I only took a sip but we need to leave.”

It doesn’t take very long for Kelley to spring into action and within the next 10 minutes, you’re on Emily’s back being carried back to the hotel. This is great because you are quickly losing the ability to move your limbs.

When you get back to the hotel, you’re barely aware of Kelley softly telling you everything’s going to be fine while she helps you get ready for bed.

You do hear Sonnett say something about how much trouble they're going to be in but that should really be the least of everyone’s concerns at this point and Kelley says as much.

You don’t have many memories of what happened after Emily left but you do vaguely remember Kelley checking on you multiple times and making sure that you didn’t choke on your puke, which was pretty cool of her.

That’s probably why you’re so surprised when you wake up to the sound of her getting yelled at by Alex and Becky.

“Seriously, Kelley,” Becky says, “The one time you take her out, you not only lose her but she gets drugged.”

“Guys,” Kelley says, trying to explain.

“No, Kelley,” Alex interrupts.

You can tell that Alex is getting pretty worked up so you decide to do all three of them a favor and crack a joke.

“Scale of 0-10, getting drugged,” you say, flinging the covers off and climbing out of bed, “0 out of 10, do not recommend, will not be trying again.”

Every head in the room whips around to face you and that’s when you realize that practically the entire team is there, not just Kelley, Alex, and Becky.

“Y/N,” Alex says, taking a step toward you, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I took 15 shots of rum instead of 10.”

“You took 10 shots of rum,” Sonny says shocked.

You don’t get a chance to answer because Becky quickly turns on Kelley again.

“You let the baby take 10 shots,” she practically shouts.

Kelley stutters for a while before you decide to step in.

“Can we all chill on Kelley,” you say, “because I think we all know by now that no one can stop me from doing what I want.” You move to stand by the bathroom door while continuing, “It’s not her fault that I snuck off to have a beer and two shots when she turned away for half a second. And it’s really not her fault that a pretty French girl drugged me. Now if you all don’t mind leaving so I can puke in peace I’d appreciate it.”

The last thing you hear as you close the door behind you is the depressed voice of Lindsey going, “Great, now we have three frat bros to look after.”

[jamesunderwater]

Jily Microfic: Hostile

@jilymicro-oops - feb 29th, prompt: hostile - words: 1,812 Summary: The chaos concludes with a dramatic flourish. Part 3 of 3! Read Part 1 & Part 2 first; or, better yet, read the whole lil academic rivals micros series so you can catch all the references in this silly little trio-finale that I've had far too much fun writing :D

James is having a good time. Well – he's having a fine time. He's not hating the whole thing, anyway. After two weeks of hearing it beside his ear, he's starting to get used to the volume of Tamara's laugh, and she is actually funny sometimes. Her dark hair falls across her shoulders in a way he should find attractive, and her foot keeps “accidentally” touching his calf in a way he should like, and she peers at him through her lashes in a way he should find enticing…

But he just keeps thinking about lemon tart.

Because, here's the thing. He knows it's Lily's favorite – she complained about its absence at the start of term feast last year, and when they had the lesson on Amortentia it was the only scent she actually named, and she told him – and only a few weeks ago, at that! He'd offered to share his sticky toffee pudding and she'd pulled a face, remarking it was far too sweet for her liking, and he'd said, “Ah, right, lemon tart,” and she'd smirked and shrugged, which, alright, wasn't a firm ‘yes, that's my favorite’, but he knows her smirks…so what's she playing at? 

“James?” Tamara's sweet-like-toffee-pudding voice draws his attention back. “You alright?” she asks with a laugh. 

“Oh, yeah,” James chuckles, waving a hand. “Sorry, got, er… Well, your hair just looks really nice.” 

She beams, and he's an arse. He’s very aware of this. He’s always sort of teetered on the edge of being an arse – though, yes, on a number of occasions he’s fully fallen on the side of the arseholes… Alright, fine, for a number of years he fell on the side of the arseholes, but, you know, barely, and – the point is, he never would have become this big of an arse on purpose… It all just sort of happened. One moment he’s awkwardly agreeing that a girl is cute, the next moment he’s talking to her in the hallway because he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying ‘sorry, that joke was really only for my mates’, and all of a sudden, she’s eating lunch with him every day and asking what he’s doing for the Hogsmeade visit this weekend and he’s trying to come up with something other than ‘obsessing about fucking lemon tart, what about you?’

Tammy giggles. “Thanks…” she says, nervously tugging on a strand of hair. “Well, erm, I was saying – I’ve never actually tried butterbeer, but it’s really good.”

James nods, “Yeah, definitely.”

Merlin’s mother's saggy tits, though, if it isn't lemon tart, then what the fuck's Lily Evans’ favorite dessert?

—

“‘Join me’?” Lily repeats, incredulous at this request. “You want to help me crash your best mate’s date?”

The three Gryffindors share glances between one another and mumble unintelligibly before turning back to her each with a shrug and a nod. 

“We’re really bored,” Peter explains. 

“And I don’t actually think he’ll care much,” Remus says, shrugging again.

“Plus,” Sirius adds with a grin, “I’m dying to see how red James’s face’ll get.”

“Wait,” Lily turns her eyes to Remus. “Why don’t you think he’ll care much?”

The three boys start sharing glances again, and Lily huffs.

“Would you quit with that!” she barks, glaring when Sirius chortles.

“Blimey, Evans, no need to get hostile…”

“At least it’s only a Level Three…” she hears Peter mutter.

“Level Three, really?” Sirius sounds incredulous. “Pete, c’mon, she’s clearly only at Level Two.”

“I’m what?” 

Annoyance pounding in her veins, Lily checks over her shoulder out of habit, and catches a glimpse of Tamara’s foot tapping James’s leg beneath the table. The tips of her ears burn and she feels nauseous. 

She can’t stand this a minute longer.

“Fine,” she tells the boys, then turns and enters the pub before she can change her mind.

(This really ran away from me, so read the rest on AO3!)

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Scenes From an Italian Restaurant:

WC: 2,000

Syd/Carmy falling in love to the soundtrack of Billy Joel, idk

It's past midnight, but Carmy & Syd still haven't finished closing. It might have something to do with the fact that neither of them can sleep without nightmares at home, and that there's something uniquely comforting about having another person with an equally fucked up sleep schedule to silently work with well into the early hours of the morning. They rarely talk while they're working like this; a blurry, unfocused period somewhere between opening and closing, things that do not strictly need to be done, but that they both take pride in doing anyway. It's their fucking restaurant, they both seem to enjoy treating it like a child they're co-helicopter-parenting.

This particular night, Carmy is in the kitchen doing food prep & Syd is sweeping up the dining area. It's quiet enough to hear herself breathe in, and the silence is getting annoying, so she finds herself sweeping toward the kitchen, peeking through to look at Carmy. As she gets closer to him, she hears him... muttering to himself, maybe? No, that's not it. She walks closer, slipping into the kitchen as quietly as she can, and realizes he's... singing. Carmy Berzatto. Singing. In the kitchen.

Her first impulse is to laugh but she stops herself.

He's kind of... good.

She listens for a little while, mesmerized, trying to make out the lyrics.

A bottle of red, a bottle of white. It all depends on your appetite. I’ll meet you anytime you want, in our Italian restaurant.

She moves slightly and Carmy freezes like a scared deer in the fucking forest, of course. His eyes are so wide and scared, Syd almost feels bad, so she tries to break the tension.

“Didn’t realize you moonlighted as a singer,” she says with an awkward smirk, leaning on her broom. “Did you write that?”

Carmy’s eyes narrow. “Did I— did you just ask me if I wrote that?”

Syd shrugs slightly, sensing she’s made an error.

“It’s Billy Joel,” Carmy says, looking genuinely concerned that she’s lacking this crucial piece of information.

“Okay, sorry, I’m not, like, Italian… and into 70’s music,” Syd says, with a dry, sarcastic smile.

“No, no, but this is a classic song,” Carmy says, “I mean, this is just a good song.”

Sydney just stares at him blankly. “I wouldn’t know,” she says.

“Alright, something’s gotta be done about this,” Carmy says with a disapproving shake of his head, tone as serious as it might be if he was noticing a typo on a menu or a smudge on a plate. He unplugs his headphones from his phone, walking to the restaurant’s sound system and connecting his phone.

A jazzy piano song overtakes the speakers, Carmy pausing to crank up the volume to far above their normal level before turning back to Syd with a smile on his face.

“Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights,” the voice of Billy Joel (apparently) sings out over the speakers of their restaurant. Carmy looks at her expectantly. Syd raises an eyebrow.

“It’s… loud,” she says.

“No, no, no,” Carmy says, rolling his eyes, infuriatingly smooth Italian-American vowels softening out as he speaks, an unquantifiable accent that Sydney is pretty sure is going to actually kill her one day. “It tells a story,” Carmy insists, turning back to his prep, chopping vegetables to the beat of the song, talk-singing along with the song, back turned to Sydney. “Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of ‘75, when they decided the marriage would be at the end of July.”

Sydney can’t help the laugh she lets out. Carmy spins around, an indignant smile on his face.

“Stop looking at me like I’m crazy,” he says, “you’re the one who doesn’t know Billy Joel.”

“I do know some Billy Joel,” Syd says. “Just not this Billy Joel.”

“Well I'm showing you this Billy Joel,” Carmy says. “Listen. Come on, you’re not listening to it. This is good music.”

He sets down his knife, walking over to her, holding out a hand.

Something in the pit of Sydney’s stomach fires off like an over-excited fire-cracker.

“Are you seriously trying to dance with me right now,” she asks flatly, glancing between his face and his extended hand, trying her very best to hold her sarcasm out in front of her like a shield against whatever fuckary this is.

Carmy’s smile fades, just for an instant. Sydney can’t stand it. She rolls her eyes, and takes his hand. Immediately, he grins, spinning her around him. She can’t help but smile. Carmy reaches out for her other hand, pulling her in on one side and pushing her away on the other, awkward high-school-dance moves that a grown man should probably not be pulling on her right now, and should certainly not be working as well as they are.

She meets his eyes, wide grin, slight flush, hair even more disheveled than usual. For a second, she just stares at him, forgetting to dance, forgetting to smile. Carmy, oblivious, is still singing.

“They parted the closest of friends, then the king and the queen went back to the green, but you can never go back there again, no no.”

Fuck.

She shakes her head ruefully, spinning him around to break their eye contact. And okay, maybe she spun him away from her slightly too hard because his hand slips out of hers and he stumbles a few steps away from her, laughing, and then, in a flash of movement, moving back to her, one hand coming to her lower back, the other settling around her shoulders pulling her into his chest, still laughing, still red in the face, breathing slightly heavier than usual, vocalizing Billy fucking Joel right into her ear.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck?

Is she slow dancing with Carmen fucking Berzatto in their kitchen right now?

He’s ridiculously warm in a white tee shirt and jeans, solid and impossibly, weirdly soft, leaning heavily against her, breathing against her neck, smelling like kitchen spices and sweat. This is simply not fair. This is… seriously outside anything normal or manageable. Carmy’s hand on her lower back is keeping her in place against him, stomach to stomach, fingertips splayed out across her back.

She’s stopped moving, she realizes. Carmy stops too after a moment, but he’s still pressed against her, still smiling slightly. Syd lets out a short, nervous laugh.

“Is this weird?” Carmy asks, voice low, unsure, still holding her close—maybe so he doesn’t have to look her in the eye, maybe so he can just rest his chin against her shoulder for a little longer.

Very slowly, Sydney brings a hand to the space between Carmy’s shoulder blades, just resting it there. “Kind of, yeah,” she says. “But not bad weird.”

“Fuck, sometimes… it’s like I forget to be nervous in front of you,” Carmy says—quick, breathless words, slowly pulling back from her, an embarrassed little smile on his face. “And I make a fuckin’ fool of myself before I realize I’m doing it.”

Sydney smirks back at him. “Well it’s kind of too late to fool me into thinking you’re cool,” she says. “Might as well stop being nervous about it. I mean, that ship has sailed.”

Carmy laughs, shaking his head, going a bit redder in the face. “I just really want you to like Billy Joel,” he says.

Syd smiles. “No, I do,” she says. “I totally do like him. I really like him.”

“He has other good songs,” Carmy says. “I always liked this one though. I was like fourteen, thinkin’ I was gonna meet a girl and take her to an Italian restaurant and get… fucking married at twenty. Talk about a ship that’s sailed.”

He goes quiet.

Over the speaker, Billy Joel is still singing.

“A bottle of red, oh a bottle of white, whatever kind of mood you’re in tonight. I’ll meet you anytime you want, in our Italian restaurant.”

“It kind of did work out though,” Sydney says, over the last few chords of the song, “I mean, you do in fact own an Italian restaurant.”

“Yeah,” Carmy says, a boyish smile crossing his face. His expression lingers on her for a long moment.

The song ends, and abruptly, loud guitar chords blare through the kitchen.

“Oh my God,” Carmy says, grinning, the tension of the moment entirely shattered. “Fuckin’ love this one.”

He crosses back to his prep station, picking his knife and returning to his work like nothing happened, bobbing his head and singing, “You had to be a big shot, didn’t you?”

Syd watches him for a little while longer before going back to her sweeping, making a mental note to never think of this night ever again. She’s not sure she could withstand the sheer force of her own stupid fucking yearning. Minutes pass. Half an hour. Carmy cycles through ten odd Billy Joel songs, and then—

“Hey, Syd!” Carmy calls from the kitchen.

Sydney turns, white-knuckling her broom handle, collecting herself for a moment before walking toward the sound of his voice.

When she reaches him, he gives her a crooked, slightly unsure smile.

“If it’s not bad weird," he says, "can we keep doing it?”

Her face burns. She stares at him for a long moment, trying to gauge whether he’s joking or not.

“I mean, can you come here again?” Carmy says, quieter, sounding slightly desperate, while she’s still trying to gauge his sincerity.

Wordlessly she steps toward him, heart pounding. He wraps his arms around her waist, exhaling heavily, chin returning to its place on her shoulder, An Innocent Man playing through the empty restaurant.

“Some people live with the fear of the touch, and the anger of having been a fool.”

Sydney’s not entirely sure how the night ends. It sort of blurs together; Carmy holding her against him, clasped hands, kitchen knives, food prep, sweeping, laughing, blushing, Billy Joel and Carmy’s singing voice. Eventually, Sydney in the doorway, bag slung over one shoulder, Carmy flushed and breathless from laughter, Sydney mentally filing away exactly how it sounds when Carmy says her name, out of breath and slightly desperate.

“I feel like I should apologize to you,” he says, but he's still smiling.

"Yeah you should apologize for not finishing your prep," she says, clinging to the remaining shreds of her self-respect as she stares at him. "Get that done. I need some fucking sleep."

"Yes, chef," Carmy promises softly, with a rueful look on his face. She turns to leave, but he speaks again. "Hey. "Thanks, Syd."

She turns back.

"For what?"

He shrugs, looking down at his feet.

"I just had a nice night."

"Yeah, me too, Bear," Sydney says, and then forces herself to walk away from him, out the door and into the Chicago cold.

Maybe the sleeplessness is making them both crazier than she realized.

Or maybe it's not just the sleeplessness.

Because she's pretty sure she's going to be thinking about exactly how Carmy's arms felt wrapped around her for the rest of her fucking life. And if that's not insanity, she doesn't know what is.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (9-10)

parts 9 & 10 of ?? | 898 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

He will admit that he’s not at his best today. Probably shouldn’t have tried, except Robin was starting to shoot him concerned looks when he ignored a total babe (her words, not his) entering the store. He’s trying, but. Well.

9.

“Steve,” Robin sighs after the third girl he’s struck out with all day. “Steve, Steve, Steve. That was. . . . I’m not going to sugarcoat it, that was ‘change your name and move to another state’ levels of bad. And I say that as a witness to your nautical-themed volume control issues over the summer. Am I going to have to bring back the board?”

“No,” Steve grumbles. He slumps against the counter, leaning on his elbows and dropping his head into his hands. 

And, okay, he will admit that he’s not at his best today. Probably shouldn’t have tried, except Robin was starting to shoot him concerned looks when he ignored a total babe (her words, not his) entering the store. He’s trying, but. Well. 

Robin comes around from putting back returns and settles a hand on his shoulder, shaking it a bit when he doesn’t immediately react. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m just—”

He’s hungry. He isn’t used to being hungry, and it’s frustrating that it’s so hard to be normal like this. The phrase ‘take it like a champ’ has been trampled into his very soul over the years, but this is what’s going to take him down: poor planning and an inadequate food budget for the month. 

“—Discouraged.”

“Aw.” Robin chucks him under the chin, goofy and from the side. “Hang in there, slugger. We’ll find you your person.”

Steve smiles a little at that. He has yet to fill her in on the newest development in his whole TBD thing, but she’s still leaving space for it. It’s nice. 

The only reason he hasn’t told her yet is because of the whole . . . Eddie Munson part of it. That Eddie on that night in particular night had sparked Steve’s first conscious, self-aware thought that, actually, maybe another dude could do it for him . . . but at the same time, blackmailing and extorting him for coming out of a gay club. Robin would bemoan him if he told her that second part. She would lament, and other theater nerd sort of words that he’s picked up from her over the past half a year. 

And that’s not even touching the part where Eddie had been dressed to go into that same club himself. (He wonders if Eddie dancing with him would have been like dancing with those other guys. The way they’d pressed up close, put their hands on him, transient with the beat of the music—)

It’s all very complicated and inextricable. He couldn’t even try to explain any part of it without the rest, short of lying (which he won’t do, not to his soulmate), in a way that she won’t despair over. So he keeps it to himself for now, something to let Robin in on well after he’s finished paying Eddie off.

10.

“Look, Henderson,” Eddie says tiredly at the end of the session. “Let me be perfectly clear about this.” He leans his elbows on his haphazard pile of notebooks and folded DM screen, presses his palms together, and heaves a sigh, eyes falling closed. “If you do not stop talking about Steve Harrington, I’m going to start bleeding from my goddamn ears. Think the elevators opening at the end of The Shining, alright?”

Mike perks up from across the table. “Why would—”

“If you don’t know,” Eddie interrupts, his eyes snapping open, “then watch the damn movie, Wheeler. It’s rated R, but I’m sure your patron saint can rent it for you on his own account. Please also remember to never cross the street before looking and to always, always run with scissors.”

The club’s three freshmen exchange looks that Eddie doesn’t bother to try and read. He’s tired of hearing praises sung about the guy he’s weaseling hush money from. 

Jeff drops into the chair next to him though, despite being all packed up and ready to go. “You okay, man?” He drops his voice and adds, “How’s Wayne doing?”

Eddie tries to shake it off even though he knows it won’t do anything; the queasy guilt feeling sticks to him like a burr. “Better. He’s. . . . Yeah, he’s getting better.”

And that’s true, so he can’t even mentally tack on but what at cost to the end of the statement. 

When he turns back, Dustin is standing right next to the other side of his chair. “Jesus H.—Wear a bell! Christ.”

“So your uncle’s going to be okay?” Dustin asks, eyes wide and damp. 

For a moment, Eddie hesitates. He’s not a pessimist and he doesn’t believe in much outside of the Munson doctrine, but he almost doesn’t want to say. Doesn’t want to jinx it. But there’s also the idea of putting what you want to see happen out there into the universe, so here goes. 

“Yeah, of course he is.” Eddie manages a lopsided grin, and halfway through saying it the grin even starts to feel real. “A few more weeks left and he’s going to be fine.”

What the hell is it with this kid, winding him up with all the Harrington talk but then emoting so earnestly over Wayne when he’s never even met the man? Mike and Lucas exchange glances again behind their friend’s back, so they seem to know whatever backstory is behind this. . . . Eddie will figure it out someday, resolution noted in triplicate and filed accordingly in his very crowded mental library.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Careless Whisper

It's day 28 of @taznovembercelebration - we're so close to the end! Today's prompt was "whisper" so enjoy! Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday? Here it is!

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“You have a crush on Taako?” Yells Sloane at a higher volume than anyone has ever reached before and ever could again.

“Ssssh” Kravitz hisses. He jumps to his feet and wishes he could move this quickly when they were transitioning from floor to standing work in gym class. Klarg always looked slightly pitying as he wormed his way slowly to his feet.

Kravitz looks around desperately, maybe no one heard, maybe no one’s nearby? Fuck. There’s someone by the pond… wait, it’s not Taako, it’s Paloma, the tiny old lady who lives a few floors down. She probably couldn’t hear anything, no matter how loudly Sloane yelled, it was fine.

“What?” Sloane says, her voice magically lower again, massive grin fixed on her face.

“You can’t just go yelling secrets!” Kravitz tries to maintain a level of indignation despite his relief.

“Yeah. sure… secrets.” Sloane snorts out a little laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Kravitz scans the courtyard again, okay, he’s probably fine, no one else is here.

“No reason.” She’s infuriating.

Kravitz sits back down on their picnic blanket. “Do you think it’s not a secret?” He asks quietly, because he, unlike some people, knows the proper volume at which to hold this conversation.

“It’s not not not a secret.” She runs her fingers through the grass and doesn’t look at Kravitz.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not not a secret because you, you know, haven’t told him.”

Kravitz nods happily.

“But it’s also not-not not a secret, because you’re always goopy when he’s around. You got him those flowers!”

“I get you flowers!”

“Yeah, and you’re not trying to bone down with me.”

“I don’t just want to bone down with Taako!”

“Awwwww.” Sloane kicks her feet up into the air. “Taako and Kravitz kissing in a tree, K I S S I N G!

“Sloane, you have to stop”

She just grins happily.

“Hey!” A familiar voice yells from up above. “Hey, handsome!”

Kravitz looks straight up at Taako’s balcony. He’s treated to the sight of Taako wearing the tiniest black pyjama shorts, a massive frou frou pink robe, and nothing else. Nothing else, he’s perfect.

“Are you okay?” Kravitz shouts up. Hopefully Taako’s not having some kind of emergency, Kravitz could start trying to climb the balconies now, that single session of bouldering before his arms hurt too much would probably stand him in good stead.

“Taako’s fine, my guy.” Taako waves and gives a thumbs up to illuminate this point.

“Then why did you shout?”

“Oh, I have a crush on you too.” Taako says, or rather yells, like it’s no big deal, like people just say these things.

“How did you…?”

“Paloma texted me.”

Kravitz turns to glare and she waves happily from the bench by the pond.

“You’re welcome!” She shouts.

He’d love to not be having this conversation at this volume. Now the only thing that could make this worse was…

“…Magnus!” Yells Magnus, winded, but still as peppy as usual. “I saw some messages in the group chat that said I had to get down here.”

Kravitz sighs, deeply, right down to his boots.

“Are you serious, Taako? You have to tell me if this is a joke.” Kravitz tries his best to ignore the fact that Lup and Barry have definitely just sidled out of the door, pretending to be transfixed by one of the trees.

“No joke my guy, Taako would ride you right into the sunset.” There’s a loud whoop from somewhere suspiciously near Paloma.

“Shall we have this conversation in private?” Kravitz shouts back. You know, maybe so his insides stopped liquifying with the embarrassment.

“I thought you were into shakespeare? This is basically Romeo and Juliet, Taako should know, he read the spark notes.”

“Did you plan this?”

“Do you like it?”

“I like bits of it.”

“I like your bits.” Taako hollers.

“Can I come up?” Kravitz asks, hopeful that direct action might save him having to have this conversation in public.

“Ooooh, you move fast. I like it. See you in 5.”

Kravitz runs all the way to the lift.

--

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[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Dallascon 2023

The boys today are in full swing, they're joking around making each other laugh, they're a little flirty, they are just in such a good mood and you can tell from the moment they get on the stage.

Jared does a little kick which is so cute and after Jared asks Jensen if it feels like they're twice as high as they usually are Jensen jokes that yeah but he did have some edibles that morning, and then he turns towards the big screen they have behind them that has a big banner with two pictures of them and he asks what's up with Jared's photo because he looks high....and Jared replies that what happened was that the picture got cropped so you don't see Jensen's left hand...I have no words.

And then there's Jared trying to recreate his stare in the photo and Jensen's left hand- just click on the link and watch: 😂

The first question is not a question it’s a fan thanking them, the show has a very special meaning to them because it's something that they watched with their grandad; Jared says that hearing stories from people about how the show helped them connect with their loved ones is one of the things that kept them going for so many years and when they were missing their families. x

The actual first question comes from an English teacher who sometimes uses SPN episodes in her drama units, like she used French Mistake to teach about breaking the fourth wall, and wants to know if they have episode recommendations that she could use for lessons. Jared recommends showing the movie Groundhog Day, and the ep Mystery Spot. The reason he brings up Groundhog Day is because he watched it this past week with their kids while they were all home because of icepocalypse. !!!!!!!!! Y'all already know I listened to this part multiple times, at different speeds, at different volume levels. This man said: "I just watched this movie last week with our kids when we were all home cause of icepocalypse". To me it sounds like Jensen and his three kiddos spend the ice storm with Jared and the other three kids.

But as I always say, don't take my word for it, here's the timestamp. Listen for yourself and form your own opinion.

Getting back to the answer Jensen asks him what the lesson would be for Mystery Spot and Jared replies the lesson is probably: you get another chance tomorrow, and try to make everyday count cause you never know when it’s your last or when you get to do it again the next day.

Jensen says that for a lesson in overcoming your fears, Yellow Fever. x

What’s their favorite quote? Jared jokes "leave the gun, take the cannoli." That's a line from the Godfather film. His real answer is: "pain is mandatory suffering is optional". And for Jensen one he likes a lot is: "taking care of yourself takes care of more than yourself."

Then Jared brings up another movie quote, "dude you got a fucking dart in your neck" which is from the movie Old School. This man spend the time he was stuck in the house watching old movies, I can tell. He also says people don’t have feelings, feelings have people. Which Jensen is confused by and doesn’t think it makes sense, but Jared explains that what he gathers from it is feelings are not pathological you can be angry or jealous but that's not who you are. x

When are Sam and Dean going to come back down to Earth? Jensen jokingly says season 16. Then says seriously, that that’s hopefully something that gets addressed when they get the call asking if they want to put their boots back on. x

What was their favorite kill? Some in the crowd call out Ruby, and Jensen laughs saying that technically he killed her, and Jared smiles and says to the crowd "are you reading my mind?"

Jensen's answer is Chuck. It wasnt some random monster of the week kind of thing it was somebody they had many years of work together and a friendship so whenever they get to work with people they have a great history and relationship with it makes it a little bit elevated, but he’ll take a good vampire nest killing everyday.

Jared says he didn't like killing this character but as a storyteller he's going to go with Rowena because it was so difficult. Says Ruthie is the most wonderful person on the planet, and she was fantastic as Rowena but that dynamic between her and Sam- it was so tragic to him to think of Sam having to kill her, it was so difficult he remembers the day vividly, it was truly emotional. He mentions that when the character of Bobby died they talked to the producers and the writers, and they said they didn't like it either but it’s great television and the boys were like fair enough so that was kind of an initial lesson; and when the Rowena and Sam storyline came to its conclusion that was really powerful for him. x

The next fan wants to know something cool about the boys that you wouldn't be able to find online. Jared says he’s done a questionnaire a few times, and guessing about Jensen, and it's turned out they're both introverts. They'd much rather stay home than go to a red carpet; extroverts feel energized being in front of the cameras but they much rather chill. x

Next fan has two questions, the first is that they want to know if the mic stand that Jared has is the one that Jensen threw down at the SNS concert the previous night because Jared keeps adjusting it. Jensen says he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, then he asks if he really did break a stand last night, the crowd replies yes and he goes 'listen, when i come on stage and there's music I black out'. And he, once again, asks if he really did break that stand, crowd continues to say yes, he says 'well, shouldn’t have been there'. 😆

The second question is, did Jensen think about how much his recognition would grow after appearing on The Boys? He answers that he doesn’t think he and Jared go into any of these jobs, roles,or stories thinking about the impact it'll have externally. They get hired to do a job and they take it seriously, even thought it might not look like it all the time, but they have a lot of fun doing the job because they truly enjoy doing what they do that being said they're not thinking about doing things because they want the effect it's going to have on a greater scale. They're just doing their job and hopefully it resonates to people and someone out there is entertained, and if that's the case they have done their job.

Jared mentions that 5 or 6 years ago the powerball prize was like 2 billion dollars, and they bought like 20 bucks of tickets. The draw was on Saturday, on Friday they’re on set filming, it's 4am, they’re tired, they’re miserable, they're flying soon and they look at each other and ask "if you win tomorrow are you coming into work on Monday?" And the answer for both of them was yes. If somebody went up to them and said they were filming a movie for the next month and it was going to be long hours but it would make a billion dollars in the box office, or long hours but they were never going to release it, it would make no difference they would still do everyday just as hard. He just does the hardest work he can and it's therapeutic for him as well to explore different lives and lifestyles and relationships so wether you tell him it’s an independent film that will never get released or Avatar he will work just as hard. And so will Jensen. x

Last question! The fan tells Jensen that he owes her sister 24 beers because last year she asked him to go out for her birthday beer and this fan had said that because she was turning 24 it should be 24 beers, and he had said she (fan asking the question) could go with them but she wasn't 21 at the time but she just turned 21 so now she can go and that would be 21 beers. I'm mentioning all this for only two reasons cause it has nothing to do with her question, reason number 1 is that when the fan tells Jensen about him owing her sister a beer, Jared grabs Jensen's coffee out of his hand and acts like he's going to give it to her and Jensen has no reaction, he just lets him take it and waits for him to put it back in his hand, like Jared taking his coffee is the most normal thing in the world. Which it probably is because they 100% do seem like the type of couple that shares coffee.

The second reason is that when the fan mentions that he owes her 21 beers on top of her sisters 24, Jared says that's 45 beers and Jensen stops, looks at him and goes "you do math fast!" all impressed. It's quite cute cause Jensen's all 😍 and you can tell Jared's proud of himself.

Anyways the last question is, what is their version of self care? Jared says that he’s been watching Limitless with Chris Hemsworth on Clif’s recommendation that it’s really meaningful, and fun, and interesting and a lot of the stuff that's talked about on the show really resonates with him. He is very similar, he has a though time winding down, and goes back to monkey brain, which is apparently what a doctor said, that's where one panics about stuff and is always worried so certain breathing excercises have helped. Also, the endurance training they did when they ran the marathon in Seattle kinda helped cause you put your shoes on, your music, your watch to check your heartrate and then you're on the road for an hour or hour and a half so you have to put everything else away, and he blames Jensen for turning him to this cause this was the training they did together. So find somewhere you can get past that really uncomfortable point of thinking you have to be doing something. Box breathing also seems to help him cause he sweats a lot, and he's anxious and nervous.

Jensen likes playing music, he’ll just sit down with a guitar and a lot of whiskey. x

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