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August 18th

So I am tentatively coming out of Hiatus, I’m still not accepting requests but I’m writing again, yay! I really have no idea if anyone will read this, it seems like every time I take a break I come back to fewer and fewer interaction on my posts but whatever. Also, I was talking to my friend about this fic and she informed me that this sounds suspiciously like the plot of Cars so I have that going for me.

Denki x Waitress!reader 

word count: 5,700(about)

warnings: mentions of gun violence and death, Mild angst (that makes it sound sad I promise this is really fluffy ;-;)

summary: You are just trying to take things one day at a time, Denki is trying to do the same, but he can’t seem to move past this one day... 

You didn’t love your job, who did? but you didn’t hate it either. You were a waitress at a hole in the wall type Diner but it made ends meet and the place was nice enough. clean, comfortable, and small. Just like the rest of this town. you were terrified that one day you were going to look up and your whole life would be gone without ever stepping foot into the outside world just like your parents. 

you shook your head and sinched your apron, a cute frilly thing the did little to stop actual stains, around your waist before heading out onto the floor. You were only 20 this job wasn’t forever it was just for right now, you had all the time in the world to get out to bigger and better things. 

The restaurant was dead, one table of four, and one table of two both quietly enjoying their meals. Neither should need further assistance for quite some time.  A Carry Underwood song played over the speakers mixing with the clink of silverware. You had a good chunk of time before the dinner rush started so you busied yourself whipping down the empty tables and chairs. 

The familiar chemically smell fills your nose and your eyes begin to burn, you were just debating whether you should add more water to the solution when the bell above the door chimed. Your head shot up at the noise and a blonde boy you had never seen before entered the restaurant. 

He didn’t look at you as he crossed to the nearest booth and sat down. You took a moment to examine him and make sure that he was in fact a stranger. You saw new people so rarely, especially good looking guys like him. He had a streak of black running through his blonde hair and his eyes were a similar neon yellow color. He looked tired not just ‘had a rough day’ tired but withered in the way old men sometimes were.  like he had lived too long of a life. it was an odd look for someone your age to have. Despite this, he was still drop-dead gorgeous.

you hurried over to his table and gave the stranger and gave him your best smile.  “Good-”

“Good afternoon cutie what can I get you? Just coffee. Coffee this late in the? trust me I’ll need it. One coffee coming right up. You aren’t going to ask if I need cream or sugar? Sorry I get distracted by cute faces, cream, or sugar Sir? Don’t worry about it just put both on the side sweetie,”  He spoke the entire ramble while looking straight down at the table, modulating his voice up when he was mimicking you. 

“what?” you breathed stumbling back. He blinked and seemed to return to the real world. 

“Just a coffee, cream, and sugar on the side,” he mumbled and you were quick to scurry behind the breakfast bar back to safety. 

“you okay sweetie?” Donna, the other waitress in your section, asked she pressed the back of her hand to your forehead like she was checking your temperature. Donna was middle-aged and had taken on the role of “work mom” for almost every waitress on staff, she was good to have around even if she was a little overprotective at times. 

“I’m fine, that guy who just came in is just a little weird that’s all,” you said pouring the steaming coffee into a waiting mug. She huffed

“If he gives you any more trouble you have my full permission to drag him out back and make him eat that dumpster,” she huffed. you laughed and loaded the tray before sauntering back to the table. 

“I mean it (y/n)!” she hissed as you walked away.

He was laying down with his forehead to the table you gently unloaded the tray next to him and he didn’t even flinch. did he fall asleep?

“Uhm- Sir?”

“I am awake,” he groaned sitting up and rested against the booth. 

“are you okay?” you asked folding the tray awkwardly under your arm. He looked over you hitting you with the full intensity of his golden eyes. 

“I am in love with a girl who doesn’t even know who I am,” he sighed  “do you know what that’s like?” you looked around the restaurant but no one seemed to need you.

“I know what heartbreak is like if that’s what you're asking,” you said sympathetically, deciding that you had time to deal with him. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, you’re a nice girl,” he said. you smiled. 

“Is there anything else I can get you?” you asked 

“no just the coffee,” he turned to the coffee and started pouring in sugar and cream 

“let me know if you change your mind,” you said knocking your knuckle on the table before turning away. 

“(y/n)-” you turned, he licked his lips and dropped his gaze. 

“thank you,”

“no problem,”

you went back behind the counter before you realized he had spoken your name without you having provided it to him. you shook your head, he really was a weird guy. 

“My God,” you muttered to yourself 

“what is it?” Donna asked looking over at you. 

“That blonde guy from earlier tipped twenty bucks on a two-dollar coffee,’” you said disbelievingly looking at the bills. Donna whistled

“Damn he’s got money money huh?” 

“I guess so,” you muttered to yourself. What was a good looking guy with cash to burn doing in a town like this? Still,  you weren’t going to look a gift horse in a mouth you pocketed the 20 and you didn’t think about the blonde boy again until the end of your shift. 

The sky had been cloudless blue this afternoon when you had gotten to work, but now the sky was pitch black with storm clouds rain pouring down. It was one thing to walk in the dark, that was normal, but walking in the dark and the rain... 

You didn’t have a car and you always walked to work.  you hated walking home in the dark, you would hate it even more in the rain. You sighed and stepped out of the door under to the restaurant awning braving yourself for the horrid walk home when someone called out. 

“Hey! need a hand?” It was the blonde guy from before this time with an umbrella in hand. was he waiting for you?

“lucky timing huh?” he laughed seemingly reading your thoughts, He seemed to be in a better mood than this morning. 

“Let me walk with you,” he said, offering you half of his umbrella, you bit your lower lip, were you really stupid enough to lead a stranger to your house?

“oh right introductions, I’m Denki Kaminari,” He said with a beaming smile 

“Denki Kaminari,” you repeated trying the name out before introducing yourself

“so can I walk you home?” he pressed 

“sure,” what other choice did you have?  Something was kind about his face and besides the pepper spray in your purse landed you a small sense of comfort. You stood close to him as you both hurried through the rain. 

“Why haven’t I seen you around before?” you asked 

“I’m not from around here, today’s my first day in town,” He said, you noticed he was leaning the umbrella heavily over you and his shoulder was getting soaked without thinking you sidestepped closer to him so you were both squarely under the umbrella. His face erupted in a fiery blush. He caught you staring, and the blush darkened. 

“S-Sorry I get flustered around cute people like you,” he mumbled

“for someone who told me they were madly in love,  you’re quite the flirt,” you laughed

“Like I said she doesn’t even know I exist,” he mumbled. A crack of lightning split the sky followed shortly by a deafening clap of thunder making you jump about a foot in the air. 

“scared of thunder?” He asked, not unkindly. 

“N-Not usually it was just so close,” you gulped before turning  “This is my house,” you said and he walked with you to the door. 

“Glad you got home dry,” He said turning to leave, something made you stop him.  you reached out and caught him by the sleeve of his jacket 

“It’s late, why don’t you stay until the rain lets up?” you asked 

“u-unless you have to go,” you added second-guessing your brash decision. 

“No! I mean no- I don’t have anywhere else to be, I’d love to come inside,” He stammered as he fumbled with the umbrella trying to close. You fumbled with your key before opening the door and ushering him inside.  You flicked on the lights as you toed off your shoes and nervously started messing with your hair.

“Anything I can get you to drink?” you offered as the two of you went further into the house

“I’m alright, thanks,” 

“So what brings you all the way out here? we don’t get many visitors,” you asked sitting down on your couch and motioned for him to sit next to you. 

“I was only supposed to be passing through but my car broke down- and well some other stuff happened, So I’ll be in town for the next few days,” Denki explained running his rand through his wet hair. He had really gotten soaked in order to keep you dry. 

“I know a good mechanic, She can fix up whatever’s wrong with your car for cheap,”  you offered. 

“You’re talking about Hatsume? I already stopped by she’s taking care of it,” he hummed. you nodded Mei was a good friend, she could probably do something really great with her talent if she ever got out of this town. 

“that’s good she’ll have you up and running in no time, you’ll be out of here before you know it,” you laughed,  you sounded almost bitter even to your own ears, jealous that he could leave and you were stuck.  

“I doubt it like I said,  there are other things keeping me here,” he sighed.

“what do you mean?” you asked before tensing you hardly knew him he probably didn’t want to vent to some stranger. 

“would you believe me If I told you?” Denki asked that tired look that he’d worn this morning was back. 

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“I don’t know it sounds crazy to me and- and I don’t want to scare you off again,” he sighed.  again? you gulped. you literally had no reason to trust him but you decided to do so.

“tell me,”  you pushed 

“you know what a time loop is? I’m stuck in one,” he asked 

“Like- Groundhog Day?” you squeaked.

“Exactly like Groundhog Day I’m stuck on the same day over and over again,” he looked thrilled that you had gotten it so quickly. you promised to believe him but you couldn’t help but look at him like he was crazy. 

“you don’t believe me,” he whispered the excitement gone from his voice. 

“No- Denki I didn’t stay that, just this is all-”

“This is all so hard for me to wrap my head around Denki. Well, I can’t expect you to be pretty and smart doll. oh, stop hitting on me will ya? what am I flustering you?” he sighed, ranting the same way he’d done this morning. It finally clicked. 

“we’ve had this conversation before?”

“five times, although this is the first time in your house so the variety is nice,” he said with a shrug 

“I’m sorry but do you have something more than just- I don’t know a movie title and a conversation we might have had?” you asked pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“your boyfriend dumped you three weeks ago to chase after someone named Stacy Holden. It really messed you up because she isn’t even prettier than you and she’s kind of a bitch, also your mom is sick and freaking out over it but you’re like 90% sure it’s just a cold and in three seconds the powers going to go out because of the storm-” there was another clap of thunder and the lights flickered and shut off. you shrieked. 

He had been right, about everything. You had no idea how he’d know all that personal stuff and predicted the future  

“how did-”

“This is the first time we’ve talked in your house, not the first time I’ve been here,” he mumbled. It was hard to make out his face in the darkness but you could tell he was looking at you. 

“and what about all that stuff about me? you spent time stalking me or what?”

“you told me,”

“why would I tell you?”

“so I could prove to you that it’s all real, are you okay?” warm fingers brushed your arm making you jump,

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmured. 

“it’s fine, I just couldn’t see you,” you sucked in a sharp breath “this is all a lot- fuck you've probably heard that before too,”

“don’t worry about supprising me, sweetheart I’ve heard it all at this point,” you shifted uncomfortably on the couch it was so dark and the rain was still pouring. a tense silence fell, well it was only tense for you Denki probably knew what was coming next.  

“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” you whispered, 

“it’s not your fault, well it is but don’t worry about it- also watch your eyes the lights are coming back on,”  he sighed as if on cue the lights surged back on, you winced your eyes adjusting to the change. 

“what do you mean it’s my fault?” you snapped 

“The first day we met- I know that’s today but the first day for me, I was a real dick to you, and-and you died, then I got stuck in this time loop so I’m pretty sure that if I can make up for that I’ll be set free,” he explained. 

“wait I died?”

“just once don’t worry about it-”

“No, tell me how I died!”

“I locked you in the kitchen to keep you out of the way of a gunman, also technically my fault,  but you escaped with your little quirk and got shot,” he huffed. your head was racing 

“This is all too much,” you whined squeezing your eyes shut. 

“I know, trust me I know, why don’t you just stay here and I’ll make dinner,” He offered this all seemed so natural to him. then again he had probably done this a few times by now. 

You followed him into the kitchen and sat down watching him as he grabbed ingredients from your cupboard. 

“You know Bill Murry went on a killing spree in Ground Hog day and you’re here making dinner for me,” you laughed

“Well I’m a Hero so I guess murder sprees aren’t really my style,” he said starting on a pot of rice and cutting peppers and other vegetables. stirfry maybe?

“you’re a hero? you never told me that,”

“Chargebolt, the lightning hero,” he Smiled throwing vegetables and meat into a saucepan. 

“that’s amazing, I’ve never met a hero before,” you said awestruck. He smiled, almost proudly.

“Not a lot of crime around here huh?” he asked

“Small town, we all know how to keep the peace,” you said with a shrug. The small talk continued as he cooked, adding the rice, soy sauce, and some scrambled egg into the pot It was like talking to someone you’d known all your life. 

“thank you Kaminari this looks delicious!” you said as he set the plate down in front of you. you grabbed a fork and quickly shoveling some of it into your mouth, you hadn’t realized how hungry you were, but hey a double shift would do that to you.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said shyly sitting down across from you and digging in himself. you finished your plate in record time and even went back for seconds. He really was a good cook, you’d have to keep him around if you ever lived to remember him. 

you slumped back in your chair, satisfied if not a little sleepy, Denki was looking at you. 

“what?” you asked

“The rain stopped,” He said you turned to the nearest window and saw that he was right. while there were still fat drops of water slipping from the roof but that was the only rain that fell. 

you turned back to him scowling  “If you think I’m going to let you leave just cus the rain stopped think again, you have to help me clean the dishes,” you scolded, scooping up the dirty dishes and taking them to the sink

“Leave em,” Denki said getting up to follow you.

“Easy for you to say they aren’t your dishes,” he touched your arm again, his fingers curled around your wrist and this time you didn’t flinch away. 

“Trust me, princess, tomorrow morning you’ll wake up and you will remember none of today it will be August 18th again and those dishes will never be used,” your frown deepened. 

“and what if you’re wrong? and I wake up on the 19th with a sink full of dirty pots and pans?”

“I’ll clean them myself, promise,” his voice was soft, and his eyes were so pained. His thumb caressed your wrist almost subconsciously. Suddenly something he had said this morning jumped back at you. I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t even know who I am. He had meant you, hadn’t he?

“what do you suggest we do, since you’re so against washing dishes?” you teased. he smirked and flicked on the stereo next to your sink. Soft music filled the kitchen.

“Dance with me?”

 “what?” you blinked 

“Dance,” he repeated his other hand circled your waist pulling you away from the counter into the open ‘dance floor’ of your kitchen. the song was slow and sang of young love. He was an excellent lead. As the two of you danced together you couldn’t help but be transfixed by his eyes. even in the harsh unflattering light, he was still gorgeous, your heart gave a flutter. damn it. you were not going to fall for some stranger hours after meeting him. 

“Better than doing the dishes?” he asked you adverted your gaze. damn. 

“When does the day reset? you asked looking at the clock it was almost midnight already. 

“Six AM, don’t worry princess you get to dance with me a little longer,” he laughed. 

“that’s not what I meant,” you mumbled. Mercifully he didn’t press, if he had you would have been forced to admit you’d been lying. The song ended and the radio station cut to commercials. and so too your dance came to an end, his hands left your body and you instantly missed their heat. 

“I guess I should get going,” he said with a sigh,

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said with a tight smile. 

“I hope so,” he laughed. He left his umbrella with you, good If this all was bullshit then he would have to come back for his umbrella and you could make him wash your dishes. 

you went to bed easily that night and dreamed of Denki. 

You didn’t love your job, who did? but you didn’t hate it either. You were a waitress at a hole in the wall type diner but it made ends meet and the place was nice enough. clean, comfortable, and small. Just like the rest of this town. you were terrified that one day you were going to look up and your whole life would be gone without ever stepping foot into the outside world just like your parents.

you shook your head and sinched your apron, a cute frilly thing the did little to stop actual stains, around your waist before heading out onto the floor. You were only 20 this job wasn’t forever it was just for right now, you had all the time in the world to get out to bigger and better things.

The restaurant was dead, one table of four, and one table of two both quietly enjoying their meals. Neither should need further assistance for quite some time.  A Carry Underwood song played over the speakers mixing with the clink of silverware. You had a good chunk of time before the dinner rush started so you busied yourself whipping down the empty tables and chairs.

The familiar chemically smell fills your nose and your eyes begin to burn. You added more water to the solution and cleaned the empty tables humming softly along to the country music. 

The bell on the door chimed your head shot up and saw the town sheriff enter. 

“(Y/n)(L/n)?” he asked

“Sheriff Copland?” you asked with a gulp, the seriousness in voice frightened you.

“Someone just trashed Tucker Hayes’s truck right in his driveway, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” he asked hooking his thumbs through the loops on his belt. you winced at the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. 

“I’m sorry sir but I’ve been here all day I don’t know anything about it,” you said.  Donna came up behind you protectively

“That’s right she’s been here since the morning she hasn’t done jack,” She defended. 

“And you don’t happen to know anyone who might have done something like this?”

“no,” you gulped, he nodded and tipped his hat

“let me know if you hear anything ladies,” he said before leaving the way he came. you let out a shaky breath as relief flooded you.

“pig,” Donna spat as the door shut behind him before turning her attention to you. 

“don’t worry sweetie, you didn’t do anything besides whoever did it is a hero,” She huffed clapping you once on the shoulder before sending you off. What a weird day. 

The sky had been cloudless blue this afternoon when you had gotten to work, but now the sky was black with storm clouds rain pouring down. It was one thing to walk in the dark, that was normal, but walking in the dark and the rain...

You didn’t have a car and you always walked to work.  you hated walking home in the dark, you would hate even more in the rain and dar. You sighed and stepped out of the door under to the restaurant awning braving yourself for the horrid walk home when you saw a small black package leaning up against the side of the wall. 

You laughed almost giddily seeing it was an umbrella, but the joy quickly vanished you snagged the umbrella by the handle and turned back into the restaurant. but no one claimed it, so you took it for yourself. Today really must have been your lucky day, first someone broke Tucker’s prised truck, and you didn’t have to walk home in the rain. you must have an angel watching over you or something. 

Denki had been convinced that he was going crazy around the 100th August 18th. Now he was convinced that it wasn’t some delusion; it was pure hell. He had died and this was his eternal punishment. 

He woke up at Six AM sharp to the same blaring alarm going off twenty minutes before he had set it. he picked his phone up and threw it against the far wall. both the phone and the drywall cracked. 

The phone buzzed, a text from Mei informing him his car would be good as new first thing tomorrow morning and that the engine just needed a little tuning. The fact that he was trapped in this impossibly small town was the least of his worries. 

Maybe he should spend the full day in bed. was there any point in actually participating in this day? he groaned and rolled out of bed. No, he wasn’t giving up just yet. He needed to see you again. 

It really was hell, being so infatuated with a girl who would still greet him with the same polite, tempered smile. the smile was nice, the lack of recognition behind the action killed him. 

Maybe he could go wreak your ex’s car again today, that had been fun. He shrugged on his clothes. what he wouldn’t give for a different start to the morning.

The first day here, he had been such a dick, to you, to everyone. it had ended with him provoking the wrong person. and you had died because of it. He hadn’t made that mistake again. Now, almost six months of Agust 18ths, he was in love with you.  

He left his hotel room and started the agonizing motions of the day. The girl running down the hall with her shirt inside out, he caught her and informed her of the mistake. The complimentary breakfast was burned so he skipped it altogether. The cat stuck in a tree that he helped down. Then he paused, and Tucker Hayes came around the corner sharply. The first day he had run straight into Denki and it had ended in a fistfight. It was the only part of the first day he really missed, Tucker was a jack ass and probably deserved a good beating, but he was trying to be better. He gave the son of a bitch a friendly wave and continued on his way. 

He crossed the street, avoiding the man who would shoot up the diner where you worked, if provoked and started walking through the park.  He retrieved a kite from a tree, and sat on a bench for a long time, talking to the man who had just lost his wife. the stranger left happier and Denki sat alone for a few moments feeling the sunshine on his skin. the rain would come in shortly.  Not that he minded, He had always liked the rain. 

His stoumach growled and he sighed. No breakfast meant he was in need of an early lunch or at least a cup of coffee. This was the time he was supposed to see you. 

Not yet, he wasn’t ready he would stay a little longer in the sunshine and see you a little later, He was sure that he couldn’t stay away long, he had a nasty habit of inserting himself in your life. 

Denki sighed and smacked himself right on his forehead. As if he could beat away the image burned into the back of his eyelids. “there are other restaurants, I can eat somewhere else!” he groaned to himself. besides, there were other acts of good he could do if he just ignored his hunger

Still, he had avoided you all day yesterday and it hadn’t been much better. so he’d have to do both then. Do some good now and see you a little later. 

The sky had been cloudless blue this afternoon when you had gotten to work, but now the sky was black with storm clouds rain pouring down. It was one thing to walk in the dark, that was normal, but walking in the dark and the rain...

You didn’t have a car and you always walked to work.  you hated walking home in the dark, you would hate even more in the rain and dar. You sighed and stepped out of the door under to the restaurant awning braving yourself for the horrid walk home when you saw someone approaching you in the rain. A handsome looking blonde man holding a black umbrella. 

“Need a hand?” he asked, you didn’t recognize the kind stranger but you decided instantly to trust him, what other choice did you have? Something was kind about his face and besides the pepper spray in your purse landed you a small sense of comfort. 

“Thank you so much!” you called ducking under the umbrella your shoulder bumping against his. 

“I’m Kaminari,” he introduced you followed his lead and told him your name. He smiled and repeated the name.

“Are you new in town Kaminari? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” you said above the rain. 

“that’s one way to put it, I’m just passing through I thought I’d do some good while I was here,” he responded. your heart melted and you felt a sudden rush of affection for this stranger. it sure didn’t hurt that he was so good looking. a New and Hot guy walking you home, you would have to brag about this later to the other girls. 

“Well, I sure appreciate the gesture,” you giggled a sudden flash of lightning caught you off guard and the accompanying clap of thunder made you jump. 

“scared of the thunder?” he asked sympathetically. 

“N-Not usually it was just so close you know?” you tried to laugh it off but you were still shaking. you looked back to the main road and realized you had walked right past the turn-off to your house, 

“oh, hey-”

“you had a long shift, right? do you want to stop for a bite to eat, my treat,” he offered. then quickly amended “ah that was totally creepy right? why don’t I just give you the umbrella-”

it was your turn to cut him off.  “actually dinner sounds nice,” you said and he relaxed “although It’s almost ten I don’t know any place that would be open- besides my dinner and I’m not going back there.”

 “I think I know a place that’s still serving people,” he said you nodded and let him lead the way. It was funny how someone new to town seemed to know this place better than you. Sure enough, Kaminari lead you to a small Mexican restaurant with the lights still on. 

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid,” said softly remembering the times you would come here with your family. you were ushered out of the rain and to a table, Kaminari slid into the seat across from you.

“order anything you want, my treat,” he said not looking at the menu himself.

“you’re awfully generous,” you said blinking.  

“I’m just lucky enough to have the means to be generous,” he said with a shrug and then the waitress was there to take your order. 

Dinner was accompanied by and easy conversation, As it turned out Denki was a pro hero, just passing through and stuck here because of a broke down car. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, this isn’t a very good place to get stuck, I mean you must be bored half to death,” you said sympathetically. 

“Don’t get me wrong it’s no Villian attaching the city, but there is plenty to do around here, Lots of cats to save from trees,” He teased and you laughed politely. 

“And girls to offer umbrellas to,” you added. he smiled and agreed. it was a shame he was just passing through, you would have loved to spend more time with him. 

“Thank you for the meal,” you said after both plates had long been cleared and you were both on your way out the door. The rain had stopped but you still staid close to him. 

“do you mind if we take one more detour before I take you home?” he asked. in truth, you were exhausted but you agreed without hesitation. After all, it wasn’t every day you met a pro hero. 

Again he took you to a place from your childhood. A small play structure on the top of a hill. It would be unfair to call it a park it was so small. but it was nice to be back here, it made you feel like a child again. 

“Look at the stars,” Kaminari whispered his head already tilted to the sky.  you looked up and gasped. The clouds had parted revealing the inky black sky dotted with stars. they glimmered like bits of broken glass, or maybe diamonds were a better comparison. the longer you looked the more awestruck you became. 

“it’s beautiful,” you breathed, not wanting to shatter this perfect moment. 

“It is,” he whispered back before taking a step closer and pointing up at the sky. 

“you see that one right there, the one that’s not twinkling?” He asked, you followed his outstretched finger and saw what he was talking about. 

“yeah,”

“that’s not actually a star, it’s Mars,” he said, dropping his arm. you were suddenly very aware of how close he was. the heat of his body radiating to yours.  

“do you want to see something really beautiful?” he asked

“I swear if you make me look at myself-”

“no, here,”  he laughed and spun you around by your shoulders so you were facing the opposite direction. you gasped at the sight. 

From the top of the hill, you could see everything. the whole town it seemed like. Soft multi-colored lights dotted the houses and storefronts, twinkling just like the stars. It was incredible, you had lived here your whole life but this was the first time you had seen it like this.

“It really is beautiful, and that’s saying a lot, I really hate it here you know?” you laughed, unable to take your eyes away from the scene in front of you. 

“you really shouldn’t, there are so many great things about this place,” he protested softly. 

“like?”

“like you,”

“Kaminari?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” you had no idea what compelled you to ask it, but the words seemed to hand in the air. He didn’t respond, instead, he cupped your jaw and pulled your face closer, your eyes fluttered shut and your lips connected to his. 

His lips were softer than you were expecting. you hummed against his lips unthinkingly as your lips moved against his. There was a well of untapped passion just under the surface of this kiss, you could feel it, maybe Denki was as attracted to you as you were to him. but you didn’t push it, I mean it would be too much to make out on the first date right?  you pulled away and licked your lips tasting the remnants of him on your mouth. 

The awkward silence fell lasted only for a few moments before Kaminari spoke. 

“it’s almost midnight, we should get you home.” You nodded and started the walk home. it all ended too quickly. it was only a few short minutes before you were at your front door. 

“thank you I had a great time tonight,” you said reaching around and opening your door. 

“I know you probably have to get going as soon as possible, but I’m working the morning shift tomorrow so if you want to stop by,” you trailed off not knowing what you were offering him. 

“I’ll be sure to say goodbye tomorrow, have a good night (y/n),” he said before leaving. once you were inside you couldn’t help but squeal. a date with a hero, How lucky were you?

Denki couldn’t help but smile as he walked home he had spent about six mouths reliving this day and this had been the first time he had kissed you. For the first time, he went to bed with a smile. 

Soft rays of sunshine poked through the curtain waking Denki slowly. Then he shot up reaching for his phone, The alarm was off. he fell out of bed and was quick to spring back up. it was the 19th. He laughed giddily, disbelievingly. Then he remembered his promise to you a promise you would actually remember.

Denki couldn’t stop himself from grinning while he stumbled around the room trying to get dressed before booking it out of the room. No girl running down the hall with her shirt inside out No burned breakfast. It was a new day full of new choices. 

He breathed in the morning air, it smelled like rain. He was like a kid on Christmas as he burst into the small Diner his eyes finding you at once. you were just jotting down someone's order but you still looked up and smiled when you saw him. 

He had just sat down when you appeared at his table looking flushed, “what can I get started for you?” you asked 

“Bacon and eggs,” he said without thinking. you nodded 

“I’ll have that right out for you, so what time are you planning on hitting the road?” you added the last bit casually but he could hear the anxiety in your voice. He chuckled, 

“Actually not anytime soon, I think I’m going to stay here for a while,” 

[deathduty]

The Dog Ate My Bean || Deirdre & Layla

Deirdre needs some help for her dog troubles, Layla answers the call. It’s a shit show.

Deirdre was curled up on a box, lips pulled into a snarl. She was being attacked, and the bright future she imagined for herself shriveled into the vision of her stuck on boxes forever. Deirdre glanced down, offering her assailant another glare, though it did nothing to deter the fearsome creature. “Get! Go! Shoo!” She waved her hand, the creature bared its teeth and...let out a whined bark, jumping up again to try and reach the stranded Deirdre, high up on her stack of boxes. “I told you no! Dog, begone.” The dog, however, seemed only to react with more excitement to her words, alternating between jumping and yipping and sitting down and whining. For now, it had taken to resting its face on the box, looking up with its deep brown and needy eyes. “Go---” She groaned again, pausing her own whining when she caught sight of someone approaching. “Fates, finally,” she waved the girl towards her. “You’re that person I hired, right? Get this dog away. Now.” She clutched her phone closer to her, the post promising 500 dollars to whoever could get this dog to leave her alone, still shone--its own kind of odd fae-deal. She just wanted the dog gone. For some reason, it had been following her and whining and trying to jump on her leg. “Help,” she croaked again. 

It was an odd request. Someone had posted about wanting help getting rid of a dog, but Layla was desperate for money, and for $500, she could handle a sweet, little dog. Going to the address she was sent, she slowly entered the house glancing around, until she heard the commotion in another room. Following the voice, she found herself in sight of a woman curled up on a stack of boxes as a dog desperately tried to jump up on her, “Yeah, um…” She was slightly confused, but otherwise prepared to approach the animal. “Hey Buddy...I don’t think the nice lady wants you jumping up on her…” Moving closer, she had almost reached the animal, until it took off running away from her, “Crap!” Standing up, she set her attention on Deirdre, “Is there a reason there’s a random dog trying to jump up on you or did I miss something?” 

“Your guess is as good as mine--” Deirdre groaned. Maybe it was her fault for leaving the door open, and just hoping Anya would scare the creature away, not that she would acknowledge that. But watching the small dog scamper off gave her the confidence to crawl off her stack of boxes and dust herself off. She adjusted her hair first, making sure each strand was in its place, then steadied her breathing. It was hard to regain composure when someone had just watched her cowered on top of boxes, but that was perhaps the benefit in hiring someone she would never see again. “I’m not scared of dogs,” she added quickly, “I just don’t like them.” Deirdre pulled the cash from her pocket, compelled to do so by way of her poorly-worded posting, halted only as the dog slowly stepped into the room. “I told you to get rid of that thing,” she hissed, stuffing the money away. The dog lifted its nose up, its nostrils flaring as it sniffed the air. It took a tentative step towards Deirdre, then another, and another, until it lunged at her leg, trying to claw up her body--tail wagging. “Look at it! Look! Stop this!”

Layla was still clueless as to why she had even volunteered, but it looked as if it was going to be the easiest odd job of her life, “I don’t understand. Was that not even your dog?” She watched as Deirdre pulled out the money she had promised Layla, but before she handed it over, the small dog scampered back in the room and was trying to climb up the woman’s leg. Stifling a laugh, she slowly approached the dog once more, before managing to snag it. However, the dog wiggled free and was back out of the room before Layla could recapture the small animal, “Dammit! What is up with this dog? It apparently wants something you have.” And then it hit her, turning away from the woman, Layla sniffed the air and caught a whiff of what smelled like beans. Her focus back on Deirdre she spoke, “You don’t have any kind of food or anything on you, do you?”

"No, it's not even my dog!" To say Deirdre was in hysterics would be an understatement. Livid, she tried to shake the dog away—gently, she wasn't a monster, just an animal-hater (unless those animals were Morgan's cat)—and breathed finally when the girl picked the dog up. She opened her mouth to thank her when the dog wiggled free. Deirdre groaned, "I don't—" But her words gave her pause. So much pause that she hadn't noticed the dog slinking back into the room, cautiously with its tail tucked down. "Why would I carry food on me, Lauren?" Deirdre crossed her arms over her chest, appalled by the accusation. And then it hit her: she was carrying food. Deirdre pulled a tissue from her pocket and unfurled it to reveal a single baked bean, which she promptly held out. "There's no way this dog followed me into my house for one bean." It was a particularly fragrant bean though. And the dog did look thin. But if what it wanted was food, it should have sniffed around the fridge instead. "Before you ask, I have very good reason to be carrying a bean with m—" And before she could finish her sentence, the dog jumped up, snatching the bean from her fingers and swallowing it quick. Satisfied, it licked its lips, but anticipating backlash, it stared between the two women and waited. Its tail thumped against the hardwood, once, twice, three times in rapid succession as it sat in anticipation for more beans. "Lulu," Deirdre seethed, "that dog ate my bean." 

What in Billie Eilish’s version of Hell was going on? All she could do was listen and watch as the next events unfolded. It was like something out of a movie, but the end result had been that a stray dog had somehow found its way inside of Deirdre’s house sniffing out the most random thing...a fucking baked bean. Not a pot of baked beans. Not a can. But a.single.baked.bean. And as the woman stood there complaining, Layla watched as, if in slow motion, the small, furry animal jumped up and snatched the coveted single piece of fiber out of Deirdre’s hand. It wasn’t long before she heard her name being botched yet again, but this time she could only stand there and stare in disbelief. What had her life become? She could just turn around and walk out the door and never return, but she had told this lady she would help her, “Sweet Henry Cavill on a cracker. IT’S A BEAN! But if it’s that important to you…” With a defeated sigh, Layla carefully approached the dog, “Here boy. C’mere. No one’s gonna hurt you…” She noticed the dog start to get nervous, and she quickly stopped moving, “Don’t move, Deirdre. Don’t even breathe.” Quietly, and as slowly as she could, she started to inch forward, but a draft from the house slammed the front door shut and startled the dog; herself included. Thankfully, she had managed to take a few deep breaths to calm herself, instead of wolfing out, but the dog was gone, “Come on!” Knowing Deidre wouldn’t be happy until the animal was caught, Layla regretfully turned and before long, both her and the dog were scampering through the house slidinging into walls and knocking stuff over. However, somewhere in all of the commotion, the dog had managed to take a bathroom break in the middle of the bedroom floor they were both in, and there, sticking out of the small pile of doggy poo, was Deirdre’s one perfect baked bean, untouched, “Uh...I think I found your bean…” Her voice carried through the house, but no way, in hell, was she scooping out a fucking bean for $500. She wasn’t that desperate. 

“Henry who--” Deirdre blinked, but before her question could be answered she was greeted with a far more upsetting turn of events. The dog ran. The girl chased. Deirdre followed behind dumbfounded, though insistent that the dog be caught. “It’s MY bean!” Deirdre yelled as the thief and Leelo scampered around the house in amature-hour chase theatrics. “You think I’m going to let some thing walk into my house and just eat my bean!?” It was the principle of the fact, and less about the bean itself, which she didn’t much care for. But she watched, angry and amused, as furniture toppled over. A vase broke there, a painting fell here---would Morgan be up to buying new furniture with her again? She was sad only for the squandering of her girlfriend’s decorating efforts. She followed behind them with a grumble, now more focussed on getting the dog than she was about assessing the damage. Her yelling was simply variations of “catch the damn thing! I’m paying you to catch it!” until they halted in the bedroom. Deirdre fumed, and between her, the dog, and the girl that was supposed to be catching it, was one perfectly made pile of shit. And in its center, the bean. Her bean. She looked at Lucia expectantly. “Well---” She gestured, “that’s my bean. Are you going to get my bean?”

The house was in shambles. Everything was a wreck. It was almost comical, but Layla was starting to get frustrated. She knew the dog could smell what she was, and it took every ounce of her not to let out a low growl. She didn’t know this woman, or what she was capable of, but she had continually botched Layla’s name. The dog just wouldn’t fucking sit still long enough for her to catch it. And now she was staring into a pile of dog shit with a bean shaped cherry on top. Closing her eyes and balling her hands into fists, she could feel her fingernails turning into claws, as the tiniest amount of blood was starting to come from her hands. With the dog staring up at her and Deirdre going on about her bean, Layla was on the verge of snapping. Fuck your bean! It’s a bean! I’m sure there’s an entire can in your cabinet. That dog literally just shit it out onto your floor, and you expect me to go scoop it out like it’s ice cream? Hard fucking pass, Lady! “Do you at least have a spoon I could use? I’m not touching that with my bare hands…” She slowly released her fingers from the tight little fists they were in and wiped the blood on her jeans. She would get the damn bean. Get the damn dog. And then get the fuck out. 

Perhaps in the absurdity of the situation, the silent apology of the dog, and the girl clearly trying not to explode with anger, Deirdre calmed down. She opened her mouth to tell the girl it was okay, she didn’t really want the bean back--she was just mad at the dog. But it was only in watching as the girl steeled herself, and then asked for a spoon, that Deirdre remembered mischief was always more fun. She broke out into a smirk, brows raised in delight. She was actually going to do it. She was going to pick the bean out of a pile of dog poop. It wasn’t a clause in the 500 dollars she was promised to give, and she had to wonder if the girl was just that desperate or if 500 dollars was a lot of money. “Who keeps a spoon in the bedroom? I’m sure people have all sorts of kinks but...a spoon?” She grinned, easily flicking a knife (her least favorite of the ones she kept on her) out of her pocket. With another flourish, she flipped it over in her hand and extended it with the handle out. “Go on then. Fetch my bean, Laurie.”

Layla had never killed a person before. Well as far as she knew. The full moon usually held something different, but when she saw the smirk followed by the knife, the redhead started cursing under her breath. Taking the knife, she sank down to the floor near the pile of dog poo. Holding her breath, she used the end of the knife to dig out the bean. But before she could get it, the dog lunged startling the teenager causing her to throw her hand up sending a chunk of poo, along with the bean, over her shoulder flying directly towards Deirdre. Hearing a splat, Layla refused to turn around not knowing where it hit, but instead closing her eyes praying it didn’t land on the woman standing behind her. If so, she could kiss her $500 goodbye.

Splat. Deirdre twitched, the stench of shit wafted over her. She lifted a hand, wiping away the hot mess against her forehead. On her fingers, clear as day, was her bean--her shit-covered bean. She twitched again. “Get,” she growled, all of her rage focused on the unfortunate redhead. She looked young...was it so bad to kill a child? “Out.” She could. She could scream and end it for her right now. She had half a mind to. “Of.” But she was better than that. Better than this. Better than getting shit flung at her. “My.” The dog had scampered off under her bed, cowering under the rage it knew was swelling. Deirdre hovered over the girl, her face twisted in apathetic anger. “House.” She snarled, dissolving into broiling rage. She had just enough sense left to control her scream, to save the windows and the girl’s health. “Now!” 

Yep. It hit her. Layla opened her eyes and slowly turned around. Oh God, did it hit her. Right in the middle of the forehead, but hey, at least she had gotten her bean back...But Deirdre’s face said otherwise, and Layla knew she was screwed. So no $500 then? She couldn’t even bring herself to ask. But instead, she worked extra hard to stifle a laugh that was threatening to come out. Pushing it down so hard that it hurt. Inverting her lips and keeping them pressed together very tightly, she moved forward keeping her head low. As she passed by the woman, she glanced up to see a little bit of the dog shit slide down her forward, which caused her to let out an awkward grunt, before quickly picking up the pace and hauling ass out of the house. When she was outside, she let go of the laughter that was building and cackled the whole way home, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sure, she didn’t get the $500, but she had gotten something so much better. A moment of feeling like her life wasn’t so bad, and she’d take that bean of wisdom anyday.

[exorciseyourspirit]

Backroom Business|| Natalia and Rebecca

Everything comes with a cost.

Rebecca was running out of time. He was coming to take control of her, and she hadn't made any progress on finding whatever it was he'd come to town for. Then again, it was hard to know. All she knew is that it could help stop him, and whatever it was he was trying to do. She had some ideas about what he might be up to, or be trying to do, but she, admittedly, needed help. And she was desperate. That's what had led her to Castillo's Crafts. She'd heard that this was the place to go for information on the more...dark underside of White Crest. When she stepped in, she could already feel the dark energy wafting around the place-- or maybe that was just her normal sense going off. She slunk up to the counter, glancing around. "Hello?" she called out, a bit tentative, but keeping herself closed off and attentive. If there were going to be answers here, then she was going to get them.

Natalia had been busy. With the string of stranger than usual events going on around town, her business had been booming. Keeping supply up had meant cutting corners on the efficacy of certain ingredients - but her no refund policy had kept her mostly immune from angry customers. They got what they paid for, as far as she was concerned. Her counter was littered with receipts and account books, illuminated with the soft glow of candles and small lamps scattered through the store. She liked to keep it dark, so people couldn't scrutinize the items too hard. It was important to know what was selling quickly so she could restock as fast as possible. So absorbed in her work, she hardly noticed the quiet 'Hello?' from the front of the shop. Natalia gave a polite nod in response, gesturing around the whole store. "Have a look around, let me know if you need any help."

The woman who answered was hidden among stacks of papers and candles, books and lamps obscuring her from the full view of the front of the shop. Rebecca was not a shy one, but something about this place made her spine chill. Still, she moved forward through the aisles and over to the counter, holding herself up. Show no fear, and all that. "I do need help, actually," she said as she approached the counter. There was no one else in the shop, and she would stoop to lowering her voice as if she suspected someone might out her. Her eyes wandered the counters. Nothing too out of the ordinary or obvious up here, of course. Steeling herself, she looked back at the woman behind the counter, before pulling out the small vial of phoenix ash she'd brought as a bargaining chip. It had been in his stuff, and Rebecca hadn't bothered to ask him where he'd gotten it from-- and if he was going to play dirty, well, so was she. "I need information that I've heard someone like you might...know more about. Something more..." she glanced behind the woman, "black market."

Natalia was instantly peeved at the immediate request for help. The annoyed look flitted across her face for a brief moment, replaced with her calm and serene customer service smile. "Of course, what can I do for you?" She replied, turning her full attention away from work. The woman seemed out of place - well-to-do, straight laced...not the type that she would expect to see on Amity Road. Interesting. Natalia saw the vial she pulled out and couldn't hide the intrigued gleam in her eye. Along with her request for "black market" information it was very interesting indeed. "Are you looking for information on that substance you have there?" Natalia wanted to play it coy, and test the waters before jumping in for an actual illegal deal. The last thing she needed was some scribe or witch hunter on her ass.

"No," Rebecca said back immediately, giving the woman an even glare. "I know what this is. It's Phoenix ash. And it's a bribe." The words left her mouth easily, but her soul rattled. Something like a deep chuckle inside her head went off. She couldn't think about that now. She needed all the help she could get, and if this place didn't have answers, then she'd find them elsewhere. "I need information on a very powerful magical object that may be here in White Crest." She drew in a breath. "I can pay. But I need to find it fast." Because time was running out. Rebecca shifted from foot to foot, hoping that this wasn't just a dead end. That maybe someone here actually knew what a Dybbuk, an old demon, thousands of years old, could possibly be afraid of. Because she didn't know, and she'd been 'round the world twice.

Natalia smiled in response, a bit taken aback but pleasantly so. "That's an incredibly generous bribe. I usually take a simple cash or credit payment." She sat up a bit straighter, listening more intently as the woman outlined what she was actually looking for. The woman seemed on edge, clearly agitated. Was this a matter of immediate emergency? If so, she'd be disappointed by what Natalia had to offer. "There's many magical objects in this town, many of those quite valuable or powerful. I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific." Her thoughts immediately jumped to mysterious chest that had washed up on shore several weeks ago, but that had been quite the public event - surely she would have heard about and already ruled that out?

Rebecca withdrew the bottle. She wasn't going to give it up if the woman in question didn't have good enough answers. "Yes, well," she gave a tight-lipped smile, "I'm nothing if not generous." She didn't enjoy being here, talking to someone who clearly ran in the same circles as the thing inside of her. But that's what last ditch efforts were about, right? At least it wasn't some Scribe. "This one would be...old. Older than this town, this country, even. It's likely from Israel or the Middle-East." She felt something stir inside of her. Could he hear them? She paused a moment, waited-- let out a breath. "I wish I knew more about it. All I know is that someone powerful and old is looking for it. It may have something to do with either binding souls or...the nature of Dybbuks."

Natalia leaned forward, propping up her chin on her hand as she listened. She couldn't help the surprised eyebrow raise as her guest laid all the cards on the table. "A dybbuk?" She repeated, thoroughly intrigued. "There's a dybbuk in town?" The barely disguised hint of greed in her voice betrayed her worse intentions, but she doubted it would matter. Natalia thought she could dangle the barest bit of information she had, get the ashes, and keep the woman on the line for updates about the Dybbuk. "I'm not sure how recently you've come to town, but there was a chest that washed up on shore a few weeks ago. It clearly caused some large scale mayhem and general curses, and it did seem ancient. I tend to avoid things that reek of evil curses so I've never seen it person, but I do know someone who actually opened it." She made a pointed look at the vial of ashes in her hand, before continuing, "I could send you their way."

Rebecca's brow furrowed. "I know about the chest, and I know that it was opened, but I'm not interested in that," she said sharply, standing up a little straighter. If this witch didn't have any information, then she was worthless to Rebecca, and her contact had once again led her astray. "Whatever this thing is looking for, it was here long before that chest was. May have even first showed up a couple years ago?" Two, specifically, but the words felt almost painful to think, let alone say. Two years since her lover had been killed. Two years since her life had gone to pieces. Rebecca shook her head. "Do you know anyone or anything that has to do with dybbuks in town or not? I can take my business elsewhere." By which she meant, her ash and her money.

Natalia frowned at the turn in the conversation, sure she was about to lose the sale and the ash. Fine, so she did know about the chest. That was a softball anyway. "A dybbuk would be looking to finish some business left unattended, as I'm sure you know. If you were able to tell me more about the dybbuk in question, I'm sure I could be more help." She looked over at the darkened windows, as dark as midnight at 6pm. "Obviously, a lot of weird and mysterious events go on in this town, it would be difficult to narrow it down for you." Natalia wasn't necessarily desperate for this sale, but if she could snag it she would like to. What's one little white lie to get the phoenix ash and then do some research to get back to her with? "Yes, fine," She gave an exasperated sigh as if she was giving up sensitive information. "I do have an exorcist I use from time to time when I need the service, he's local and very well versed in heinous spirits of the area. I can give you his contact info."

Rebecca furrowed her brow. "He's old. Very old and very powerful. I think he's looking for something regarding...souls, possibly." She steadied herself, looking at the other woman with a stern eye. "If you're talking about Nigel Walsh, I already know him. But if not, then no. I don't want any other exorcists getting involved in this. It's--" she stopped herself. Too dangerous revealed too much. "My business." She held up the ash once again. It was looking more and more like this woman didn't have any information Rebecca could use, but her desperation was growing. "I just need a lead. Anything. One thing."

"Souls..." Natalia mulled the small tidbit over in her head. That was interesting - a dybbuk looking for a soul? She was finding herself more and more intrigued by the woman the further they went down the line of questioning. "Very well, you're covered on the exorcist front." She knew of Walsh, though he wasn't her contact, but she wasn't going to push buttons on an already flighty mark. "Of course, your business is yours." Natalia was a consummate professional, of course. "I have heard some chatter." She leaned forward, conspiratorially, dropping her voice. "Just rumor, but reliable sources. An object floating around the black market - passed around as collateral for arms deals or dangerous creature sales. It must be worth a lot for so much blood to be shed over it. Last I heard, the Ring was involved, trying to procure a chupucabra."

The look on the other woman's face sent a slight chill up Rebecca's spine. She wasn't sure she quite like the way her intrigue grew the more they talked. She'd known coming in that whoever was waiting for her in this shop wasn't exactly the most...kosher of people, but taking an interest in a Dybbuk's business was a dark line to cross. There was a small relief in the promise of discretion, though Rebecca was sure it would only extend as far as her wallet could make it. Rebecca leaned forward when the other woman did, her heart beginning to pick up its pace. Was this a lead? Was this going to actually pay off? "The Ring? That place is still--" she paused, shook her head. That wasn't her focus right now. She needed to solve this before she could let herself worry about the affairs of the rest of the world. "So, someone at the ring might have this something? You're sure? How can I get in?"

"As far as I know, it hasn't moved since the deal at the Ring." Natalia was blindly poking holes at rumors and heresy she'd heard about town, with little to no factual evidence to back her story up. But, if she wasn't the best damn liar on Amity Road, what was she still doing in business, really? "Easy enough to get in, if you wave things like that around." She motioned to the vial of ash the woman was still clutching. If she had access to bits and bobs like that, she could easily get VIP at the Ring. "Just lead the owner on that you may have 'something' they want, get yourself a tour of the place, ask all your questions." Nat shrugged, it would be easy. "They're always looking for new blood, if you catch my drift..."

The Ring wasn't a place that anyone really wanted to just "end up", but if someone there had what Rebecca needed, then this would be a necessary trip. She stood back, finally, satisfied though tentative, with the answers this witch had provided. Slowly, she set the vial down on the counter in front of her and gave her a stern look. "Thank you," she said after a moment. "I appreciate your discretion, as well," she added on, knowing that neither of them had spoken about discretion, but knowing that the words, though not an outright threat, would show the other woman that she was serious. "If I find myself in this sort of position again, I'll make sure to come here first." She felt a shiver run through her, unsure if it was the promise of the words that chilled her bones, or the thing inside of her wanting to get out, before turning to head for the door.

Natalia grabbed up the vial quickly, inspecting under the light with all the scrutiny of a jeweler assessing a diamond. "Of course." She responded, satisfied with her payment, and pleased with the direction this exchange had ultimately gone in. "Client confidentiality is valued highly here, rest assured." The deal was done, Nat gave a small wave as the woman left. She'd be waiting for this one to return, and doing some research on her own for whatever mystery object she was looking for. It must be valuable for her to go to such lengths. How could she pass that up?

[mamaskillerqueen]

I just want to request fluff Dacre fanfic “Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.” “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

A/N: Thank you so much for the request!

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favour fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

-Robert Frost

The world was far from ending, but being a transplant to Atlanta Georgia, sometimes the heat of a summer day made it feel as though the apocalypse was early. Appropriate considering ninety percent of the time your house was used for an apocalypse set.

You’d move looking for adventure and a sense of purpose. The adventure was easy to come by, you were still working on the other part - even a year later. You didn’t mind though, you were young and still had a lot of time. At the moment all that mattered was enjoying the parts of life that were working out well. Maybe you were avoiding but it was fine.

On this particular August day, well evening now, you’d had a long shift at your crappy retail job. Someone had called out sick and being the only option, you were asked to stay for a double. If you didn’t need the money for your surprisingly cheap rent, you would have backed out. To make the day even longer, when you pulled up to your block you could see that there was a bunch of big white trailers parked on the street, barricading just in front of your house.

Normally, you had the filming schedules memorised. You even had a sheet that you kept in your car so you knew when to try and be back in time to hide your car in the garage. As you got closer to the trailers though, you realised they weren’t the normal production. With a heavy and tired sigh you parked behind one of them to try and find the PA that always kept people out.

The production assistant found you quite quickly, telling you immediately that you couldn’t be where you were. It only took a moment to explain that you lived in one of the houses on the block and weren’t notified of their filming. When you started talking about your long day doing a double shift and how you just so desperately wanted to go home and sleep, he looked to have a bit of sympathy as he lead you to the head of the production before relaying your story.

Before you really had a chance to process what was happening you had a bunch of paper work shoved at you. Every last bit of it was instructing you that if you said anything about what you saw on the set, you’d have legal action taken against you. NDA’s are terrifying but you were exhausted so you signed everything you had to and then the PA took you to one of the white trailers. Where there was usually a name, it was blank. No one was staying in this one today.

The young man told you that you were allowed to visit the coffee cart but had to stay away from the actual set, and if you were near by to be as quiet as possible. Their filming was set to be all night, only stopping when sunlight got in the way. You offered a very gracious thank you, for what seemed like the millionth time, as you stepped into the spacious trailer.

There was a modern feel to the place, a cozy fireplace in the centre of a sitting room. You could see that down the hall was a door to a bathroom. The large leather couch was all too inviting and when you sank into the cushion you nearly moaned. You were gonna have to find out where this couch was from because you needed it in your house immediately.

BANG

You shot up off the couch with a start, your heart slamming angrily in your chest. The clock on your phone read 01:23. As you took in the unfamiliar room you started to panic even more. It took you a moment to remember where you were, and why. Another loud bang made you jump again but at least it made sense now. Whatever they were filming, that had to be thunder. A deep annoyance settled in at the realisation you wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep. At least tomorrow, or rather today, was your day off.

After a moment of collecting yourself, the last thing you needed to do was stomp around a set you were specifically told to be quiet on, you decided coffee would be essential. Perhaps you could get them to just give you an IV of caffeine to make it through the night.

When you made it to the coffee cart outside you realised that the temperature dropped drastically. One day you would remember that even though the days were disgustingly hot and humid in Georgia, the evenings were actually freezing. Scrapping the idea for an iced coffee you made sure to order a latte, as hot as they could make it. The floral, flowy blouse you’d worn to work had no sleeves and was paper thin which provided no protection against the nippy night air.

Just after you placed your order the world around you seemed to start rushing. Moments ago it had been quiet enough to hear a pin drop, aside from the occasional clap of fake thunder. Now, you watched as people milled about, rushing from one place to another. You’d seen before how large a crew on a film production were. It took hundreds of people to set up their little camping spots in the mornings, but being in the thick of it was overwhelming.

Deciding it was best for your anxiety, you turned around to watch the barista finish up your latte. When she turned around though, her eyes didn’t land on you, rather behind you. You figured someone was there patiently waiting for their own caffeine fix but you didn’t bother turning to look. Instead you offered the barista a thank you, and stuffed what little cash you had on you, into the very small tip jar. It was a conspicuous jar, making you assume it wasn’t supposed to be there. Someone from the production team probably already paid for the whole evening but you weren’t apart of the production so you felt a little obligated to pay somehow.

The cup in your hands radiated a warmth you felt the need to bring closer. The liquid inside was still entirely too hot to try and sip but hugging the paper cup to your chest helped warm you up a little bit. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the contrast but a sigh of contentment left your lips at the same time.

“You look a bit cold.”

The voice startled you a bit but you managed to not jump and spill all of your coffee. Turning a bit tensely towards the thick Australian accent, expecting to see a member of the crew, you were quite surprised to find a man in a mullet. He was covered in grime and fake blood. If you were honest, he looked a bit startling but incredibly handsome under all the gore. When you took in his leather jacket and biker boots it dawned you what set you were standing on.

“Just a bit.”

You chuckled quietly, hoping to soften the sarcasm that dripped from your tone naturally. Luckily for you he laughed as well before turning to the barista who was impatiently tapping her fingers against the counter. Assuming that was the end of your interaction you started to walk away, only to hear him call to you again.

“Didn’t get your name! I’m Dacre.”

Turning back around to face him you felt heat rise to your cheeks, your eyes flicking from his face to the ground where you scuffed your shoe against the pavement.

“I know who you are.”

Living where you did, it was pretty common to run into people you watched on TV. Norman Reedus had been inside of your house for goodness sake, and never once were you “star struck”. Norman Reedus. But for some reason, Dacre Montgomery stood in front of you at the moment trying to speak to you and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him. At least until his hand reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Sorry... your hair was in your face... thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

You stared at him, mouth gaping for an uncomfortably long time. So long, in fact, that his face started to turn red. He quickly took a step back from you, immediate regret flooding your veins.

“Sorry...”

He started to say but you miraculously managed to shake your head, stopping him in his apology.

“It’s okay... I’m Y/N, by the way.”

You held your hand out for him to shake, which he took delicately into his own with a broad smile taking over his features. With a flutter of butterflies in your stomach, and a racing heart you felt a smile pull up your own lips. He told you it was nice to meet you, and then explained that they were taking a break to reset the set for their next few takes.

“So,” he started, the question already in his voice. “What brings you here, Y/N?”

It was only at his question that you realised you hadn’t explained yourself. He had picked up his own coffee moments ago, and motioned for you to walk with him. Your own coffee had cooled down a bit and you tentatively took a sip before answering him.

“It’s kind of a long story. I live on this block and I didn’t know anything about filming so, I signed a bunch of papers to at least be able to sleep somewhere until you all cleared out.”

During your actually rather short story, you’d used your free hand to try and warm up your other arm. The night was dark but the lights they had set up were bright, nearly blinding. To say you were graceful would have been a blatant lie so you were trying your best to keep an eye out for the chords attached to said light. Maybe that was why you hadn’t noticed him take his jacket off until it was draped around your shoulders.

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

You almost laughed at how he didn’t even give you a chance to answer his question, somehow though you kept a straight face as you looked up at him.

“Actually, I don’t want your coat. Kind of rude of you to ask.”

The smile on his lips fell momentarily but was replaced quickly when you laughed. Most people couldn’t handle your sarcasm, it pushed a lot of people away but with Dacre it was just the start of a beautiful new relationship.

[myheroicimagines]

Kirishima/Reader-- Stressed Out

This is a scenario requested a while ago, and one that Admin Harumi worked on and wrote a few weeks ago. Unfortunately my depression is worse and I only just got around to reading it! I’ll try and take care of the blog more!! Let’s give a big thank you to Admin Harumi for writing and working hard! She does alot but I’ve been slacking ;w;

~Admin Sparkles

Kirishima sighed happily as he stepped out of his washroom, a sharp toothy grin played on his lips as he thought about his plans for the night. The steam from the hot shower he’d just finished caressed his well defined muscles and escaped from the room before slowly evaporating. It’d been so long since he and (y/n) had spent anytime together out of school. (Y/N) was always busy and would a give vague excuse when he’d ask them about it. Kirishima loved them and trusted them but he was crazy about his partner and really needed to release some pent of affection! He’d planned this night for weeks, and asked (y/n) to make sure not to make other plans so that he could take them on a date. Kirishima loved taking his partner to surprise date destinations, so the fact that they were going to an amusement park was still a secret. He was determined to show (y/n) a great time and help them de-stress from their usually busy life.

A light buzzing sound snapped him out of his thoughts. “That must be (y/n)!” The redhead grinned before making his way over to the phone on his bed. Kirishima hoped that (y/n) was texting him to say how excited they were to see him. He sure as hell was looking forward to it after all. Still wearing a towel around his waist and a goofy smile, he flipped his phone open and read the text.  

‘Hey, sorry but I’m going to have cancel our date, Kiri. Gunna be busy tonight, I’ll make it up to you! :(‘

Your hand twitched away from your phone after you sent that message to your wonderful boyfriend. He was so sweet and perfect. He didn't deserve to be stood up. It was a last minute shift that your boss made you pick up. They almost made it seem like they'd fire you if you declined. Honestly, you wouldn't put it past them either. Your family needed the money desperately right now so it's not like the extra hours would hurt. It did however hurt you that you had to cancel on Kirishima again.Your heart filled with guilt and fist clenched at the sacrifice you were making for your family. Deep down though you knew you were doing the right thing. To be financial hero to them is the most important hero you could be right now. With that thought, you made your way over to the locker room, ready to change from one work uniform to the next.

'Ah it's okay. We'll go some other night, ^^” Let me know if anything changes, or if you need me, I’ll be right there! Have a nice night, babe :)’

Kirishima sent a reply to his (y/n), he was concerned and pretty disappointed but knew that his amazing partner wouldn't do this unless there was a good reason. The male’s red eyes fell onto the two pink tickets on his nightstand. He let out a small sigh. What now? He couldn't help but wonder as he got dressed. Just as the shark toothed male slid on some jeans, his phone buzzed again. This time the buzzing was accompanied by the Static Shock theme song. It was the meme expert himself: Denki.

“Hey, dude, need help getting ready for your date?” Kaminari offered over the phone as soon as his friend picked up. Kirishima had been gushing about his plans all week to his close friends but was truly moved that Kaminari remembered. The redhead gulped, not knowing how to explain his now dateless situation. “About that…”

“That’ll be 7,000 Yen..”

You informed the couple in front of you in your best customer service voice. One of them handed you the cash and you made sure to smile at them as you gave them their pink tickets. The gate to the left of the ticket booth you opened, allowing the couple to enter and start their carnival date. You watched as they snuggled into each other and couldn't help but pout. You’d give anything to be all lovey dovey with Kirishima right about now. “Don’t look so down, (y/n)!” a cheerful voice hummed beside you. You turned to give your coworker and classmate a weak smile. “I’ll try to cheer up, Uraraka. I’m honestly very glad I get to work with you today..I’m just a little distracted” You let her know softly. The cute brunet tilted her head to the side “Is it about Kirishima?” Uraraka inquired curiously before serving the next guest. You watched as the girl with the floating quirk happily exchanged the customer’s money for passes. “Am i really that easy to read?” You chuckled dryly earning another smile from Uraraka. “Do you want to talk about it? It should be slow for a little a while.” She placed a caring hand on your shoulder and you nodded, truly grateful for the great friend beside you.

“Thanks for coming with me, guys.” Kirishima grinned over to his hotheaded friend Bakugo and his electric type friend Kaminari as they made their way to the amusement park. “Yeah, whatever”  Bakugou replied with a shrug, not really having anything else to do but be dragged along. That’s what he said when his two friends asked him to come anyway. “C’mon Bakugou, we both know you love hanging out with your bros!” The yellow haired male insisted with a big cheesy smirk on his face before leaning over to whisper in Bakugou ear. “Besides, we’re supposed to distract Kirishima so he won’t miss (y/n), remember?” Kamimari muttered as they finally arrived to the entrance of the amusement park. “Tsk, If he misses (y/n) so much why doesn't he just go see them?” Bakugou shoved his hand in his pockets and motioned his head to the ticket booth that was now in view. Kirishima’s mouth gaped at the sudden scene of his significant other behind the glass a couple of yards ahead of them. “(y-y/n)?”

“And you see, I just don’t know how to tell Kirishima that I have three jobs right now...I think he’d freak out if-” “THREE JOBS???” Kirishima interrupted pressing his hands and face on against the window separating him from you and Uraraka, creating a loud thump. “Kirishima!” You yelped and jumped back, startled at the unexpected sight of your boyfriend in front of you.“When did you start working here?? Are you okay?? Why do you need so many jobs?? Are you getting enough sleep??” He overwhelmed you with well meaning questions, pushing himself closer into the glass with each sentence. “I-I..well ..um..” You stuttered not sure how to respond to such a personal matter while on the job and with people around. It wasn't time for your break yet, and it wouldn't be for at least another hour. “(y/n) I’m due for a break, but you go ahead and take mine. I’ll take yours later, okay?” Uraraka’s quirk was zero gravity and you knew that, but boy did it seem like she could read minds too. What an angel.

“Uraraka…” She gave you big smile to tell you it was no big deal then gave you a little push towards the door of the ticket booth “Call me Ochako, now go, shoo, shoo” where the last words she gave you before opening the door and scooting you out. There was now only a small gate keeping your boyfriend from tackling you into a hug. Kirishima glanced over to his friends behind him, silently asking if he could catch up with them later. “We’re gunna start hitting up the roller coasters, text us if you need anything, man.” Kiminari assured him. “Yeah I’ll just kick your ass at the game booths later” Bakugou added

After leading you to a secluded area between some tents at the amusement park, Kirishima pulled you into a tender hug and kissed your forehead gently. “Hey, i'm here for you okay?” He said softly while rubbing his strong hands over your shoulders to sooth you. “I’m sorry about earlier, I was just so surprised to see you here!” He continued before giving a small laugh and scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. This boy just really cared about you.

You gulped up at the lovable hero to be and averted your eyes to his. “Kiri, I should have told you..I just didn't want you to worry about me having so many responsibilities..” You confessed quietly. “ You have so many jobs, (y/n) and school..aren't you stressed out..?” He affectionately placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your head to face him. His eyes were full of concern and love, you couldn't help but start to tear up. “I-I-I’m so stressed Eijirou…! Beyond stressed...But I have to do this to support my family..” you cried out, tears now streaming down your face as your body trembled.Kirashima’s eyes widened at you words, he really let them sink in before starting to speak.

“(y/n)....” He started, placing his hands onto your shoulders.“...doing all this to support your family…” He continued, pulling you into a bear hug “IS SO MANLY!!!” Kirishima shouted, tears now streaming down his cheeks as he nuzzled into his amazing partner.“You’re so strong and I’m so proud of you!” He sniffled, pulling you as close as he could without breaking you. A smile tugged on your lips as you cuddled into Kirashima’s neck, feeling truly blessed to have someone so extraordinary to call your own. Kirishima obviously felt the same about you! “Eijirou...you always know just what to say, I love you so much” You sighed happily, placing a small kiss on his cheek and earning one of his heart fluttering smiles in return. “I love you too, (y/n)! “

(An ending note from Harumi: Just to let you know myself, and Admin Sparkles are very proud of you for working so hard! Whether you have one job, multiple jobs, are looking for a job, are attending school or are fighting to be productive every day; we truly believe you’re one to be admired! Please take care of yourselves, we love you so much <3)

[spxderman-s]

I Hope That’s A Yes

requested: hi, if you're still taking requests i was wondering if you'd write a peter parker x reader imagine about him taking her to another homecoming or a prom, like maybe how he asks her and the dance itself? maybe he's her first kiss?

send your requests here! 

word count: 1880

pairing: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some mean names, some bad words. 

a/n: so i tweaked it just a LIL bit, hopefully it still works out!! this was so fun to write because its not the usual personality i give Y/N, compared to my other fics. im also sorry to the anon who requested it, i know its been awhile!! but here you darlings go! 

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay @i-saved-me @theweirdowithablogo @skymoonandstardust @timemngmtoptimisationproblems @thumper-darling @holywinchesterness @grabyourpolaroidandmyhand @ketterdame 

“If I have to see one more person put on a giant performance just to ask someone to homecoming--” you complained as you and your friends watched Flash ask some poor girl in an extremely over-the-top manner, “--I’m gonna puke.”

“I think it’s romantic,” Ned said, pulling apart a banana. “In a weird, disgusting way.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your focus back to your homework that was due next class. “It’s obnoxious, especially for someone like him.”

Peter laughed into his sandwich. “I don’t know what you expected, [Y/N], the guy’s name is Flash.”

“Touche.”

As if he could hear you, your greasy classmate swaggered over with his arm draped over his new date’s shoulders. “You nerds better start getting to asking someone to the dance,” Flash drawled, ruffling Peter’s hair with entirely too much force. “Especially you, Penis Parker. You don’t wanna show up alone, do you?” With a malicious laugh, he steered himself and the girl he was with away.

“God, what a tool,” you muttered. “Seriously, Parker--you need to just pop him one time, right in his smug mouth.”

Peter chuckled, fixing his hair. “He’s not worth it.”

Shrugging, you fixated your glare onto Flash as he was leaving the cafeteria, feeling your hands curl into fists. If Peter won’t stand up to him, you definitely would take that opportunity for him.

“Hey, Flash!” you called, your voice echoing across the room. He turned around, his lip curled in a cruel grin.

“[Y/N], don’t,” Peter hissed.

You shushed him. “I know what I’m doing.” You stood up, palms flat on the table. Both of your friends were looking up at you, terrified of what you would say or do. “Peter already has a date, so quit sticking your prick in his business.”

That was enough to get Flash back to your table. He placed his hands roughly on Peter’s shoulders, and leaned down. “Penis Parker got a date?” He guffawed, loudly. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“That lucky guy,” you said through clenched teeth, feeling your fists twitching--begging to just land one good punch in Flash’s face, “happens to be me. So get your slimy hands off of him--unless you wanna give me a run for my money.”

Flash immediately took his hands off of Peter, and took a large step back. “He--you--he asked you?”

Peter was staring up at you in astonishment, and also confusion.

“Is that a problem?” you asked, warning in your voice.

“It’s--it’s not really my business,” he muttered, before turning away and leaving the cafeteria.

You sat down again, satisfied, flipping the page of your homework. Ned cleared his throat loudly, causing you to raise your eyes to him, who stared at you with huge eyes.

“What the hell was that?” Ned exclaimed, looking between you and Peter, who was still staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Look, he can’t keep treating you like this,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m tired of seeing you get treated like this--you don’t deserve it.” After a moment passed, they still didn’t change their expressions. You slammed your notebook closed. “I’ll see you guys in P.E, alright?”

--

“C’mon, Peter. Just do like, one more,” you coaxed. “Coach Wilson isn’t anywhere near us.”

Peter groaned and did another sit-up. “[Y/N], about earlier today--”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No--I….well, first of all, thanks for sticking up for me,” he said. “But….were you serious? About--about going as m-my date?”

You didn’t say anything at first. “Do you want to go?”

Peter sat up all the way to look at you. “Kind of,” he replied sheepishly.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “But you have to ask me.”

“But you just asked me!”

“Did I?”

Peter stuttered out some words, a blush rising in his cheeks. You patted his knee, and moved to take his place to do your share of sit ups. As you moved, Peter rolled to his feet and stood up.

“I have a question to ask you,” he spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the gym, everyone stopping and staring at him. Your eyes widened and you shook your head vehemently at him, but Peter ignored you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you hissed at him, blushing furiously.

He moved and stood on the first step of the bleachers. “I only asked you in private,” he went on in the same clearly audible voice, “but [Y/N], will you do me the absolute honor of being my date to homecoming?”

Peter’s words hung in the silence, until you realized everyone was waiting for your answer. Looking around, you returned your glare to him and spoke through your teeth, “Yes.”

He returned to sitting beside you on the mat. “There. Was that good enough?”

“Peter Parker,” you growled, trying to keep your thoughts in order and your head on straight. “You--you--”

“I hope that’s a yes.”

--

“Sweetheart, there’s someone at the door for you!” your mother called down the hall. “I think it’s Peter--are you two going to the dance together?”

You fiddled with the neckline of your dress, staring at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that you wanted to actually look good for Peter--but ever since he embarrassed you in the gym last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. At first, you tried your hardest to push the rising feelings far, far away, but they kept resurfacing every time he looked at you, laughed, every time he ate a damn grape. Was he always this attractive? And smart, and funny?

“[Y/N]?” your mother called again. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you shouted back. You tugged at a lock of curled hair, and decided it would have to be good enough. You closed your bedroom door, stuffed your phone and some cash in your clutch, and entered your living room.

Peter stood there talking with your mother. He looked incredibly handsome in a freshly ironed suit, his hair combed to get the curl perfect, flashing his award-winning smile. You gulped, feeling your heart begin to race, and you almost turned around and went right back into the safety of your room.

Your mother noticed you first, who clapped her hands and exclaimed in joy. “You look so pretty, sweetheart.”

You met Peter’s gaze, who was staring at you in wonder. He held a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, with a corsage and pin in the other.

“Wow,” he breathed, before shaking himself and stepping towards you while holding out the flower pin. “I--uh--bought this today. I think you’re supposed to pin this on my suit.”

“Wait, wait!” your mother cried, holding up her camera. “Smile, kids!”

You groaned, but obliged. After pinning the flower to his suit, Peter clasped the corsage to your wrist, his fingertips lingering for a moment that raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered to you.

Looking to him, you made a mental note of how close his lips were to yours. You had never once thought of kissing him before, but now….

“Your tie is crooked,” you said bluntly, reaching up and fixing it, mentally kicking yourself. “Sorry--that was rude. You….you look really handsome, Parker.”

He smiled, and you both posed for the countless pictures your mother begged for, your heart racing and palms beginning to sweat at how he held your waist so tightly, the familiar scent of his cologne dabbed onto the hollow in his throat, and the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered relentlessly whenever his brown eyes landed on you.

--

The music throughout the gym was booming, the bass shaking the entire building. The laser lights danced across the walls, ceiling, and the large mass of dancing students in the middle of the floor. Peter guided you over to the refreshment table, offering you a cup of punch.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” you shouted over the music, accepting the cup and taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t either,” he shouted back. You laughed, and bobbed your head along with the music. It was something that you probably wouldn’t listen to willingly, but you had it admit--it was catchy. Pretty soon you were tapping your feet and swaying side to side with the beat.

“We can both make fools of ourselves out there together,” you spoke in his ear, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the group of dancers. He protested, stammering about really not knowing how to dance, but pretty soon you were surrounded by dancing people. Peter started swaying awkwardly, but after a few more minutes of the catchy beat, you were both getting more and more comfortable and having a good time. With having Peter so close, the good music and flashing lights, you felt like you were floating on a cloud.

“Alright, we’re gonna have a little tune change--time to slow things down a bit,” the DJ drawled into the mic, fiddling with some flips and switches on his spin table. The pop song playing faded into a slow melody mixed with acoustic guitar and a smooth voice cooing about love. The large group of students began to disband, with a few select staying behind to sway romantically along with the song.

You looked to Peter, whose eyes were already on you. He held out his hand, and gestured to the song, pulling you close to him. As if by instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested firmly on your waist.

“I’m having a lot of fun with you,” you said, relieved to not have to yell over the music.

Peter smiled shyly, resting his forehead against yours with a contented sigh. “Me too.”

Once again, you were very aware of how close his lips were to yours. You could just lean in, and….

“[Y/N]?” Peter murmured, breaking into your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Could I--” He cleared his throat nervously. “I mean, I’ve never--”

“Just kiss me, Parker,” you breathed, and he obliged. You were not expecting your first to be with Peter, and you wanted to accuse him of lying about never kissing a girl before because it seemed like he knew what he was doing. His lips were soft and sweet, and he tasted like the sweet punch you had earlier.

You pulled away, head spinning and butterflies flying around in your chest. He looked at you in confusion, his adorable lips still pursed.

“Is--is everything okay?” he asked uneasily.

You smiled and nodded. “Everything is….perfect. I just--I’m still processing all of this.”

He laughed. “Y-yeah--me too.” You both were silent for a moment, before he said, “So the kiss was--it wasn’t too bad, right?”

You playfully punched his arm, but followed it with a kiss to his cheek. “You did great, Parker. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening stealing kisses, dancing together, and then walking home holding hands, something that you had never thought would ever happen to you. You looked at Peter with fresh eyes now, and you couldn’t deny the growing feelings that now you knew were reciprocated--which held a certain kind of excitement for what the future held for the two of you.

[purkinje-effect]

The Anatomy of Melancholy, 72: Parking Spot

Table of Contents. Third Instar, Chapter 3. Go to previous. Go to next. TWs: Chems as medication, misgendering.

Everything has its place, even in a shell game.

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'Choly wrapped Sticks’s wounded arm in a clean dish rag, then administered a Med-X to his deltoid.

“I’m grateful it doesn’t look like I have to test my memory with applying stitches. Angel, you said we’ve got two Addictol left? We both could use it.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask, Sir!”

The Mister Handy produced the two red ampules from its back storage and held one out for each of them. ‘Choly took it promptly and exhaled completely, depressed the actuator to empty the whole thing into his lungs, and held it for sixty seconds, counting with his Pip-Boy’s clock. Sticks glanced at it, but didn’t take it.

“I thought X-Cell chems didn’t have curable withdrawals.” The uncertainty rumbled in his quiet, gravelly voice.

The timer wasn’t up just yet. ‘Choly swatted at him dizzily. With a hard exhale, and several modulating breaths, he sighed.

“This is for your Jet Fuel bender. You really shouldn’t have been operating heavy machinery. It’s a wonder you didn’t crash the car on the way here.” ‘Choly smiled when Sticks took his ampule from Angel. He instructed him how to use it. “I took one myself for a few reasons. One, I hadn’t bothered after the chem cocktail I relied on to push through the Battle for Lowell. And two, I was... kind of hoping whatever Olivia gave me that night would get scrubbed out in the process.”

He watched his health diagnostics screen in anticipation of its next refresh. The chemical dependencies all but evaporated. He patted at his Pip-Boy. Of course all the collagen issues would remain. He didn’t expect any easy fixes for the symptoms he presumed tied into the cryogenic damage done by Vault-Tec, nor did he expect it to be so simple to shoulder off the X²-Cell side effects that exacerbated them. But at least, he could set down his withdrawals in favor a little greater faculties. Maybe he could make a better first impression with the mall denizens this way.

He handed the ampules to Angel to store for later reuse.

“One other thing, Angel. Could each of us have a Mentat?”

“One for the doc, one for the patient,” Sticks jabbed, a little too sharply, as he chewed at the lozenge Angel had given him. “You’re sure not shy to spread around the chems the first chance you get.”

“Consider the attention an apology for getting you bitten up in the first place. I’m just following the suggestions your Pip-Boy has made. Its diagnostics are incredibly intuitive. I’m rapt to know what else it can do.”

“Starting to understand that this thing isn’t just some dinky Sugar Bomb toy, huh?”

‘Choly stood from where he’d sat in the floorboard, and rounded to the front of the car to survey the trunk. His Mentat dissolved slowly under his tongue.

“Don’t try to justify what you did in Lowell.”

“Don’t try to justify what you did in Lowell, either. You getting high and mighty with me just because you have a two hundred year old medical degree?”

‘Choly’s ears burned. Low hanging fruit.

Sticks got out of the car to toss his bloodied clothes into the trunk. He rummaged through his clothes, and changed into his Glenn Johnny’s uniform. He fished out the ushanka and put it on, too.

“If you’re not going to wear it, I am,” Sticks harrumphed, finishing tying off his apron.

“...Are you sure everything’s going to be all right in the car?”

“No one knows how to hot wire a car. They don’t even use light switches here. And I doubt anyone’s gonna have the nerve to touch a functioning vehicle.” He wrapped a firm, reassuring arm around ‘Choly’s shoulder, and ‘Choly let him. “I meant it when I said you need to leave everything you can in the car. Check-in sees so many people that, even if they didn’t keep what they want to, it totally makes sense for things to just end up lost. You don’t want to lose your fancy pistol, do you?”

“Just... how thoroughly do they shake you out.” He put a hand on the handle of Tryasovitsy.

“You’re not the least bit sneaky enough to get holdouts past check-in, Mindy. You’re doing well to keep your walking cane with you.”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“I won’t allow it. Honestly, you call Angel your wheelchair, and they’d rip that from you in a heartbeat. But don’t worry about that much. Now, what I’m more worried about is how suspicious it’s going to look for us to show up unarmed. You’ve got those two other pistols. We’re toting those in. Consider them an offering. Maybe it’ll distract them enough if they find something easy to grab from you, and leave it at that.”

“The .38 and the 10mm?”

“How many other guns could I be talking about?”

‘Choly helped Sticks unload Angel’s storage into the trunk, but he kept his Merrick Index and the MKExceed Papers inside of it, as well as a few dishes and utensils, hairbrush, and his prewar bonds. Angel had insisted upon retaining every chem in ‘Choly’s possession, as per the terms of their agreement. While Sticks organized his own possessions, ‘Choly anxiously slipped his syringer revolver from its holster, unthreaded the suppressor, and tucked the two parts of the gun in Angel’s false bottom storage compartment. Then, he crawled onto the center console to toss the belt holster in the footlocker, along with Sticks’s hunting rifle, his bekesha-tulup, and all of Angel’s tendril attachments.

“I know I don’t have all that much to trade with,” ‘Choly admitted by sleight of words, slumping into the passenger seat, “but is there a slim chance these people actually value paper money? All I have left is three grand in bonds. ...Fuck me, I wish I had known better than to deal exclusively in cash with the raiders.”

Sticks laughed sharply at the reminder of ‘Choly’s misstep.

“Money changing hands needs to stay my turf. But, the short answer is,” he shut the trunk, and grinned at him through the windshield, with a nod, “yes.”

They got back on the road again, returning to the North end of the Ant Lane mall. ‘Choly eyed their surroundings as they pulled slowly into the parking garage, filled with hundreds of vehicles in varying stages of decay. Thousands of yards of textiles formed tents, strung from the concrete structure and draped between cars, trucks, and station wagons. Paranoid pedestrians gave the car a wide berth as Sticks looped carefully through the garage in search of an empty parking spot.

“Covered Parking is a residential block now,” Sticks narrated coolly. He waved at a couple of kids staring at them, and they scattered. “There’s three neighborhoods to this place: the Laners inside, the Satellites outside, and then these folks here. With the engine removed, cars make decent enough housing. Rental spaces are limited, so they pile in here while the weather permits. Blue’s just more mobile than home, is all. There’s a couple people who fancy themselves landlords and landladies, but they can’t afford to be bullies about it. It’s more that they... request donations to keep things running smoothly out here. Hey, slip me a hundred, would you?”

Sticks stopped the vehicle as a heavyset man in layered draped shawls approached the driver’s side to rest his hands atop the open window. ‘Choly presumed him an aforementioned lessor.

“I’ve heard stories about a shambler with a car,” he started, adjusting his black-rim glasses. “This place is for inert vehicles.”

“The name’s Sticks,” Sticks grimaced. “Little Boy Blue’s safe. I just got ‘im tuned up this week. Speaking of safe, I just need a good place to tuck him for a few days. Want to protect his fresh paint job.”

The man laid his hands ever so gently on Sticks’s Pip-Boy with a curious concern for the trio’s quantity of technology. He let go when Sticks pulled his arm into his lap from the door armrest, and eyed ‘Choly and his Pip-Boy with a flighty politic. Then he saw Angel behind them and couldn’t not gulp down a yelp.

“I will not store General Atomics things here!”

“--It’s coming with us,” ‘Choly blurted out with a frown. “We just need a parking spot for the car.”

The man’s face knotted all up, not comforted by the chemist’s reassurance.

“Convince me the engine’s not volatile. I’ve got a community to keep secure here.”

Sticks clapped his hands together and smiled.

“It’s certified by someone who restores power armor.”

The ghoul tucked ‘Choly’s $100 bill up the man’s sleeve. The man’s eyes widened and he patted at it in surprise, then tucked it all the way inside his cuff.

“--You can park it here--until the ants say otherwise. It goes in the lot then! I won’t have an inversion event just because you agreed to help foot our grocery bill this week.”

They shook on it.

“That’s the last thing either of us wants,” he appeased. “Really, I’ll take whatever number you can give us.”

“I want you as far out from the rest as possible. How about... A99. By the ramp.” He pointed off to the northeast corner, furthest from the mall itself, before turning back to Sticks and ‘Choly. “Ask around for Maury, if you need me for anything. I’ll let the other lessors know your Little Boy Blue is occupied.”

“You’re a delight, Maury.”

“I’m just doing my job.”

They pulled around to the last row. As Maury indicated, fewer tenants occupied this corner of the concrete canopy.

“Power armor?” ‘Choly echoed. “Sturges works on power armor?”

“Works on just about anything with moving parts. He told me he worked on ‘em all the time in Quincy. There’s a garage down there, for people who own ‘em. Kind of like a car club, but for power armor. He likes working on the things. Lots of technical parts. But he doesn’t trust himself to step inside.”

It sounded enough aligned with what Sturges had told him, that he accepted it.

“What did Maury mean by inversion event?”

“Psh, that’s just a fancy way of saying ‘car goes boom.’” Sticks parked and turned off the engine. “Happens a little more... spontaneously up here in Ant than the Commonwealth, I’ll admit.”

“Aren’t you worried Blue will explode?” He frowned. “After all the work you put into restoring it this week?”

“I don’t worry my pretty rotten head about what might happen. And you’d be wise not to, either. You’ve got all your priceless formulas and crapola crammed in Angel’s back.” He patted ‘Choly on the knee and handed him the 10mm pistol from the center console, then tucked the .38 in his apron. “Who knows? You might like it here. You worry about as much as any Laner I’ve met.”

‘Choly retrieved his cane from beside the seat, then checked the safety on the gun before pocketing it. Sticks locked up, and jingled his keys in his pocket cheerily as they walked back through the garage. Along the way, Sticks greeted any people who were staring. Angel joined in, anxious left unarmed among an entire population of technophobes. ‘Choly could appreciate how many had set their cars’ seats outside the vehicles as patio furniture, to make more room inside for multiple people to sleep. He disliked children, but their presence reassured him.

The northernmost anchor store used to be a DeMarco-Boyle. Its Streamline Moderne metal pocket doors would once have slid open for them, but now required manually pulling them open and shut with a pulley system operated by security. Rather than open the door, the four armed guards drew on Angel.

“What’s the big idea?” one of the men demanded, wagging his assault rifle at the Mister Handy. “’At thing’s got combat parts.”

“Sir, I assure you, it would take just one of you to be more equipped than the whole lot of us.” Angel cycled through its attachments in demonstration that all its attachment positions were empty except its tendrils. “I accompany my owner to serve as his mobility aid.”

“Hope you handle stairs all right, lady. We don’t do upkeep on none ‘a them ‘ator things.“

‘Choly’s upper lip twitched, but he kept himself from clacking his cane at the man. Once Angel’s show of hands satisfied the guards, they stood down and shouldered their rifles. Two flanked the door again, to draw it open, while the other two approached to escort the men inside the vestibule to commence their search. Between the outer and inner doors, a mix of desks and folding tables had been set up for sorting and intake.

“He’ll manage,” Sticks remarked. “If Angel isn’t carrying him, I can.”

“Aight, folks. It’s that time.” One of the doorkeepers cleared her throat and rattled off their regulations with the rhythmic monotony inherent in reciting from memory. “The Aldermen of Ant Lane have declared the mall itself a weaponless space. Stepping foot within the mall perimeter is declaration of an individual’s agreement to adhere to this regulation, by whatever force necessary. All firearms, knives, swords, bludgeons, power fists, power armor, explosives, and ballistics and energy-based weapons must be forfeit upon entry. If requested, an individual may log their ownership of any forfeit weaponry, and later have it returned upon leaving. Ant Lane’s armory holds no responsibility for any weapons misplaced while in holding.”

As per their protocol, the guards paired off same-sex to the individual they searched. A female guard had already paired off to pat ‘Choly down. The guards didn’t notice their mistake. He clenched his teeth when she pocketed his 10mm with routine jadedness, and glanced in displeasure to Sticks. The ghoul shrugged at him with a helpless hint of a smile.

“I’ll have you know I came all the way from Concord in search of medical provisions.“

The guard who’d searched him stood, satisfied.

“One, woah. There’s still people all the way North of Manchester? Two, you came to the Lane lookin’ for a doctor? You are S.o.L. girl. Unless you intend to help us find one. Best we got’s Liam. Lord knows he’s stretched thinner than a Caradbou’s britches.”

“What about those things on your arms?” The third guard was the youngest, and most unnerved by the whole thing.

“They’re just portable terminals,” ‘Choly suggested. “Pip-Boys. They’re not robots.”

“You’re not a robot, are ya?” the third continued.

“Elephant in the room,” the first guard snipped, irritated with his trainee. “Somebody search that robot. Make sure it ain’t got any hidden compartments or anything.”

“Oh, you’re completely right,” ‘Choly offered shakily, making himself overly helpful. “Forgive me. It slipped my mind to mention it. It does have a compartment. L-- let me show you.”

Angel lowered its flame so its compartment could be reached. Once ‘Choly had the cover flipped open, the female guard pushed him aside to poke around.

“Lots of papers. Small chem stash. Some herbs... What’s in the bottles?”

“Silt flour smoothies,” Sticks endeared.

“Almost wanna declare those hazardous. Watch where you drink ‘em.” She pushed things around inside for a bit, then stepped back and snorted. “It’s clean.”

‘Choly overcompensated to avoid the relief unstringing his joints on the spot, and instead pulled some muscles in his side.

“So are we good, then?” Sticks asked, hands back in his pockets to rock on his heels. “We’d really like to head down to your famous food court already.”

“Be aware that we’re reporting your presence to the Aldermen,” the fourth guard allowed. “You’re cleared for entry for the moment, but should they find exception with admitting your robot, you will be evacuated from the premises.”

The trio thanked the guards quietly, and moved inside.

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“What?” I felt as if someone ripped the lungs from my chest. I couldn’t breathe. Everything had been taken from me to many times, ripped away when I got to close. One cherished thing at a time. But now, those small things that were taken were perfectly acceptable. When compared to those words that came from Alexander’s mouth.

“I used you. Bait for the guardians, given that you got tangled up in their business and mine. You served your purpose.”

The wind picked up, ruffling my hair. As if a hand stroked it, trying to bring in warmth, where the sudden cold set in. My only thought was issac. His injurys, and the money I desperately needed to save him. “And my share of the profit?” I asked. I needed to pay off mr.Winston. The sooner I did, I would be free. “You still get it, but know that you served your purpose. I don’t need you anymore.” Alexander pulled something from his pocket. A stack of cash, more than enough to pay off mr.winston. Alexander threw it to me, and I caught it. “I don’t need the girl, kill her.” Alexander says to Rio. With a toss of her brown hair with a golden hand, she drew up a knife. “May I make one last request?” I ask as Alexander walked through the sand. “Of course. But what can you offer?” Rio paused, looking over her shoulder curios. Zara watched from her spot on the sand. “Darkling metal.” I draw off my sword and my weapons, dropping them in the sand. Alexander smiled, taking in the metal. “I-” “You want proof. Here let me,” I shift the metal into a staff, then into a single bar, easy for travel. The sand shifted, pouring over the edge of my boot. “Thats all the proof you need. You already know what I am.” I say. “Yeah, a half breed.” Alexander says. This time I smile at him. “What do you want?” He looks to the bar. “The girl. And Nolan.” Rio stiffens, throwing a glare at me. Zara looks up at me in pure shock. I glance at nolan, broken in the sand. His bloodied, bruised body. He couldn’t even lift his head to look at me or advert the sun that glared into his eyes. “I want a little extra. What else can you offer me?” Stupid bastard. I knew exactly what he wanted, one last time with me. He wanted me to say it. To tell him what I knew he wanted from me. His whore. “A good time in bed, if that’s what you really want.” “Oh, what an offer for a whore. Tell me, is this girl and the boy worth what I’m going to do to you.” I internally cringe at his words. My breath hitched at just memories of being locked in a room. “Their lives are worth it.” Worth? I would do it for issac, kyle and for this time, zara and Nolan. “Then Rio tye The girl up while, Talia and I make up loose ends.” Alexander says. He turns, heading straight for the first tent. I follow, thankful I had takem sankir that morning. I pause next to Nolan as Rio dragged zara over. She shoved zara to the sand, kicking her stomach. “Heal him please.” I say, drawing off my scarf and pushing it under his head, shoving the money under it. Guardians, always sticking their head in other people’s business. Then I turned away, following Alexander to the tent. Once inside, Alexander only took his pants off, silently telling me he was going to make me feel useless. Like using me like a whore is the only use I have. “Take it off.” So I did. I drew off my shirt, my shoes, pants, and finnaly my undergarments. I felt bare, and ashamed as Alexander forced me to the blankets and used me. He forced himself in, and gripped my neck as he did so. And by the time he was done, I could hardly stand. Then for a last mark on me, he dragged a blade down my wrist in a deep line. Another tally to all the times I was bedded. Once his pants were back on, Alexander left the tent without so much as a word, or even a look at me. I dressed as quickly as I could and pushed out of the tent. The sun was starting to set, and everything was packed up, his crew packing up the wagon, and dragging down the tent behind me. Rio passed me, jumping up on the wagon to help load up. The sand shifted under my feet as I approached zara, where she sat in the sand with Nolan. The blood was dried by now, flaking away in the sand. “I got him to drink some water, but there was only so much I can do. His chest is healed but the arm I couldn’t fix. He’s not strong enough to take it on.” Zara says. “Its fine. As long as he will live.” I try to crouch but end up dropping to my knees as I attempted to bend. Zara noticed, instantly reminded of what I did for her. “You didn’t have to do that. Why did you do it?” Zara asks. I pull my scarf back from nolan, pulling the cash and stuffing it in my pocket. “Veil isn’t the nicest but I appreciate him for who he is. A great business man, with street smarts. And that’s good for seventeen.” “Veil broke your arm, don’t give me that crap.” “Because I didn’t want you to die. They have taken to many lives.” Rio aproached us, My horse in tow. I instantly turn, taking the reins. “Get up, you holding him in the saddle.” I say. Zara stands, pulling herself up into the saddle. I didn’t want it to end like this, but I had what I needed. Pushing a hand under his head, I draw nolan up into a sitting position and grab him by the armpits, dragging him to the horse. Them I lift him and zara grabs him, dragging him up. Grabbing the reins I lead the horse towards the north, back to veniper. Home ◇◇◇ It was early morning when we reach veniper. The street vendors were barley setting up, the sun not even up yet. I could smell cinnamon rolls, and fresh orange gravy, and baking bread. “Thankyou.” I hear zara say. “You know saying it three times is fine, but thirty? I mean, come on, I get it already.” I say with a laugh. When I turn to look at zara she smiles. “You know, I don’t know what veil saw in you, but he was wrong. Your a different person then I expected.” I don’t say anything about this. I just lead her through the familiar streets, that cash burning agaisnt my skin. I am so close, so close to picking up the pieces. Issac will be fine. I made it to the other side of veniper when the sun starts to rise. Zara coughed, Sorensen throwing his head up. Sore legged, I manage to draw my mask up, and pry a water bottle from my pack on the horse. “Drink.” I say. Licking my own dry lips. Zara doesn’t argue, downing half the bottle. Then she makes nolan drink small sips. “Why did you save a guardian.” “Good question. But why did I save a girl who is an enemy of issac.” Zara Tilts her head. “I heard about issac. I guess he took a bad beating.” Beating was the least of it. He barley escaped with his life, let alone finishing the mission. I manage a small nod, letting zara believe what ever she had heard. There was a shift of bricks around us, and suddenly zara’s crew was around us. Baxter stood inched from my face, knife drawn. Veil had a blade pressed to my throat, an arm wrapped around me and I suck in a surprised breath. Clay had a bow pointed at me. Suddenly a pain ripped through my body, and I knew it was saydie, twisting and turning my bones inside my body. Bitting my toung, I hold back a cry but drop to my knees. The pain twist again and I scream this time, falling into the cobblestone street. “Stop. She saved me!” Zara yells. The pain stopped, and I sigh in relief. “ Is that so.” Veil says. There are hands on me, turning me over. Veil keels in front of me and Baxter pushes me up into a sitting position. Then veil draws off my mask, taking in my dirty face. “Thanks for taking her from us, then returning her safely.” Veil gripped my throat. “She didn’t save you zara. She told Alexander where to find you. He had a reason to come looking. And then when it was convenient, she saved you, knowing you would be in debt to her.” Veil gripped my throat tighter. “Isn’t that right?” “Veil, stop. Zara’s right. She did save her and she didn’t tell Alexander. If anything, she protected us.” Clay says. Veil releases me. “Stay out of my head.” I hiss and clay narrows his eyes at me. ‘I just saved you. Be great full.’ His eyes seemed to say. “Zara can heal your injuries, then be on your way.” Veil says, watching me with those grey eyes. He stands, his gaze never leaving my face as he threw my mask into my lap. “Clay, show her in.” My legs were too sore to attempt to stand. It was a wonder as to how I walked all the way here. Zara dropped from the horse, leaving nolan up in the saddle. Cash appeared by zara's side, gripping her wrist. There was a quick exchange of words, cash glancing up at me and then he carried nolan down from the horse and into the building. There were hands under my arms, pulling me into a standing position. It was such a relief to sit that I now groaned as I was forced to put weight back on my legs. The hands disappeared and I turn to find baxter walking towards the building, disappearing. "Let's go."Clay says. I follow him into the building, laughing to myself as a bandanna is wrapped around my eyes. I count the turns, the number of steps it takes down each hall, memorizing it.