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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?

:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))

(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)

Part 1!

Naib Subedar

This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him

Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care

Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there

When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.

“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”

Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours

also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.

he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby

He hates it when you touch his stuff

especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.

You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.

having you live with him meant lots and lots of training

he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early

when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft

“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.”

one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him

he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.

“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away

When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing

but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best

he has good intentions

During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much

One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.

When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”

He didn’t rescue you the next round.

should’ve seen that coming

though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him

Kurt Frank

The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.

he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things

his tiny form helped him find his things easily

Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was

so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll

until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”

You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!

Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books

You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding

Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map

They fought for days,

kurt would constantly complain about it to you

turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.

sorry this is short like kurt

Tracy Reznik

Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes

she gives me childhood best friend vibes

Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth

if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.

Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with

Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it

you wanna wear her clothes? sure

you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-

Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.

Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day

Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day

would probably be a bruh girl

Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal

her room is practically a safety hazard

Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)

Once she made her doll dress up like her

and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.

Has a photo of her and her dad

You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(

Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds

please comfort her, she feels super bad

She always relies on you to rescue her

She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly

“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”

Demi Bourbon

Always out at the bar

Smells like alcohol constantly

tipsy 24/7

she’s never 100% sober

You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl

Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together

Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches

Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.

it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,

“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”

You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no

instead she shoves dovlin down your throat

She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark

unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers

always loves how she looks afterwards

more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights,

so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-

10/10 would fight for you <3

She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes

Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))

Or bi, idk

Just straightn’t

She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”

Andrew Kreiss

Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him

Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s

if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it

You’ve never seen the other side of his face

How does he see with hair in his eyes?

He’s albino, which is super dope

Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you

You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel

Barely talks

Room is moderate

He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him

He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food

You’d bake him cookies and other sweets

He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off

“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”

to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left

partially the reason why he can’t see well

When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)

One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-

“Depresso espresso?”

*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”

he actually cried

it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying

You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed

He’d be flushed and kinda confused

hug... him? why tho lmao

he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation

if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon

poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho

he just wants to be close to you

Victor Grantz

You love playing with his dog, Wick

Super nice and polite, but a little guarded

The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head

You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))

He’d a be a little spoon

Wick would always join you guys while cuddling

Kisses would be soft and gentle

Usually sends you the first letter in matches

Loves to cuddle

He bb 🥰

You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present

You also get a gift for Wick

He loves giving you surprise hugs

Likes to read with you while cuddling

Literally a cinnamon roll

Once he was eating a cinnamon roll

And you whispered

“C a n n i b a l i s m .”

He was very confused

and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?

Patricia Dorval

Room always smells like herbs

She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb

it magically makes you feel better

Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned

The mature one

Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them

You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup

She didn’t realize until she tried the soup

She wasn’t mad just disappointed

She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking

Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good

she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had

totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky

and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”

one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands

seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases

so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out

and everybody cheered.

Melly Plinius

When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.

you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!

So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.

so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.

“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”

She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions

“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly

“YES DEAR?”

... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.

after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you

so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered

you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.

it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.

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shimmershae · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on Episode 3--Hunted.

Most of you lovelies already realize this, but my thoughts tend to zig and zag quite a bit, lol. So. To save some of you the headache and spare you from seeing spoilers you’d rather not see yet, I’m again placing them behind a cut.

First things first. I have totally turned into Yvette Nicole Brown with her TWD notebooks, lol, and I’m not even sorry. I just felt like it would be fun to go back when the final episode is in the books and see how well my thoughts from these early episodes line up with what I’m feeling when we say our (not-so) final goodbyes.

But that’s enough about that. Let’s get to this thing.

It really is insane how very much I love Melissa McBride. Just hearing her doing the previously on TWD recap voiceover makes me ridiculously happy.

Cole! Dude! We hardly knew ya.

Not gonna lie. That first shot of Maggie in all the chaos reminded of a shirt I’ve seen. It says--”Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of my actions.”

I have to hand it to Angela and the rest of her team. These opening scenes--on all 3 episodes--have been BOMB so far. They really hook you in right away. At least IMHO.

I realize I’m behind the game on this little tidbit, but how much do I adore the fact that Dog is now in the opening credits?

Okay. Alexandria might look like it’s been on some kind of post-apocalyptic bender but all our girls are looking beautiful as ever. Maybe it’s Maybelline, lol.

I love to see Kelly and Carol still gravitating toward each other. It really speaks to each woman’s heart. Carol wants to make amends so badly and Kelly just has the most lovely, warm, forgiving heart.

Carol’s point about Alexandria still needing the horses to help with the heavy lifting and pointing out the walls and rebuilding won’t matter quite as much if they’re limited by their hunger and what they can physically lift on their own isn’t wrong. But I’m sure the same viewers that were okay with Daryl and Co. going out on Maggie’s suicide mission (using the same reasoning) and saying it made sense for the bigger picture will pretend not to recognize that the same element is there in Carol’s desire to go out there and look for the horses. You know. Because it was Carol’s idea and not that of their fave(s).

Aaron, Man. Or maybe I should say Angela. You just had to put a pit of dread in my belly mentioning Buttons like that. RIP, Buttons. You deserved better. I’m still traumatized.

Look at all the babies bonding. Look at RJ getting to sit at the big kid table.

“My mom always comes back.” She damn well better. Those babies need her. Until she does, though, Uncle Daryl and Aunt Carol (and Aunt Rosita and everybody else) are going to be there.

Anyway. Poor RJ. He barely ever gets any lines, lol.

Hershel and Judith are obviously the mini-adults in this group and baby Rhee is already more cynical and jaded than his sweet daddy was until they reached Alexandria and the wheels started to come off.

So. Does Maggie just think everybody’s already dead here or what? Hmm.

You know. Any building can be creepy AF when the lights are off and it’s dark, lol. Any building.

So much darkness so far this season. I’m going to have to invest in some blackout curtains. I just know it.

Where are all those stairs leading? Why am I thinking of Hitchcock? Am I mixing up my scary, suspenseful movies? Probably.

Of fucking course, Maggie dropped her flashlight. Thank goodness she had that lighter at the ready just before Ghost Face Reaper took a swipe at her.

Is that Father G with a screwdriver impaled in his thigh? Listen. These people deserve a Mega Bottle of pain killers and a week just vegging out in a soft, luxurious bed.

All these horror movie tropes. Some of them are cheesy, yes. But I’m totally here for it.

LMAO. That’s it, Maggie. A good old punch in the nuts works every time.

Alden really is having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.

Negan is still Negan. Self-serving and looking out for number one. But I believe the man really does feel the group is his group too. He’s like that long lost, sketchy uncle nobody wants to acknowledge much less invite to the dinner table, but that bond? However thin? Is there.

I am both hating that Maggie is being forced to work with the man that murdered her husband (my baby Glenn) and finding it fascinating the lengths she’s willing to go to survive. This your plan, Angela?

Rosita and Carol! How sad is it that the last really significant scene I can remember the two of these women sharing was way back? Before Rick and Co. attacked Negan’s outpost and Maggie and Carol were subsequently taken? If only the show had done more of these kind of scenes.

How much do I love all the girls working together? Gimps would never. They’d all be stuck back at Alexandria minding the kids and the community.

Shallow aside--Rosita is so pretty in this scene.

Rosita being worried about Carol honestly makes my heart hurt, because it’s about damn time more of them actually did. Her saying Abraham is trying to tell her something in her dreams is interesting. Angela sure loves her dreams, doesn’t she?

Where are Daryl’s dreams, hmm? No. Seriously. I guess they want to give some viewers plausible deniability until the bitter end.

“Really? We’re just gonna go toward the screaming? Cool.” Hahaha. You know. Even the smart people in horror movies sometimes bite it, Negan. Just saying. Maggie really does need to “stop running up the staircase” when she could just run out the front door though, lol.

Poor Duncan. I think you could have been another Tyreese, Jerry type for me.

WTF does this show have against horses? Those poor creatures.

Kelly is totally me right now. I’d be freaking inconsolable.

Carol needed that hug. Thank you, Magna. From the bottom of this tired fangirl’s heart, thank you.

Why give us that beautiful, golden shot with the horses when you’re planning to stab us through the heart later and twist the knife. Oh. Yeah. That’s exactly why.

Oh snap! Father G’s delivery when he tells that Reaper “I’m not. God isn’t here anymore.” Cold as ice.

Judas. That the Reapers’ work. Or. Damn. Either way, that’s harsh.

Back to what Alden was saying. All these oprhaned children. Who’s going to take on Adam if he dies? That poor kid has had a rough go of it. Knowing that, makes you wonder what Alden was thinking volunteering for the suicide mission.

Omigosh. There went Agatha. Terrible way to go. Right, Beatrice?

I’m sobbing. Carol with the horse. That hurt my baby so much but she hurt herself for her family the same way she has been doing since the Prison. Melissa Mcbride? When she cries, I cry. Every effin’ time. Aaron being there just made it hurt more. But at least someone was there to see how and really take in how she continues to break pieces of herself off to keep her family as whole and safe and happy as she can.

Rewinding a minute--that Magna and Carol conversation. I get Magna’s reasoning too.�� I do. But Angela is just making everything so dire right now so that the sun when Connie is ultimate found shines a ltitle brighter.

Those babies know they’re eating horse. I could never.

That’s got to be a different Coco. She’s even smaller. But she’s gorgeous.

Fucking finally. Angela having the other characters notice after an eternity of being blind to it, just how much Carol sacrifices of herself for them. It’s so long overdue and I imagine Rosita’s even more worried for Carol now. It’s a shame it’s taken 11 seasons. My baby’s had blood on her hands trying to keep her family safe and whole and happy and fed for a long damn time. So heartbreaking watching her try to scrub the blood away.

Sweet, sweet hug that Kelly gave Magna. She’s such a sweetheart kid sis to all of them, isn’t she?

Interesting place of refuge. A gutted church. A visual symbol, Angela, of where Maggie and the rest of our people are now perhaps?

“It’s easy for you, isn’t it? Being reckless with sombody’s life...” Maggie. Maggie. Those words would have hit so much harder if we hadn’t spent the majority of the last 2.5 episodes watching you ignore sound advice just because it came out of the mouth of somebody you (justifiably) hate.

But will Alden be there when Maggie and Negan get back? That is the question. Or will he eventually Lucille himself?

That little bit of lineup Negan music to remind the audience of Negan lovers and sympathizers that he once took great pleasure in murderously swinging a bag at people’s heads was a nice, subtle touch there. Like agree with her or not, Maggie is literally left to rely on the hope, however small it is, that Negan has changed just enough that he won’t try to finish a job he taken on years before--killing what’s left of her.

Oh lawd. Next episode sees the return of a character literally nobody asked for. How excited am I not?

Dog better not be harmed or so help me.

Now for Angela’s weekly explanations of WTF she/there were thinking because they been doing this plausible deniability thing so long some people out there watching with biased, muddy stan glasses can no longer separate head canon from canon.

Is Maggie worried at all about Daryl or does she just assume his superhero powers are in full effect in this episode?

“You can’t really say it wasn’t going to happen anyway.” Not Angela pointing out that simply laying the blame for literally everything bad that ever happens at Carol’s feet isn’t the answer. Say it louder for those in the back. Alpha was going to do what Alpha wanted to do.

“There is love there. There is respect there. However, there’s also frustration...” You damn skippy. Friendships and human relationships are complex AF. Like Carol. She’s honestly one of the most complicated characters on this show and any show, IMHO. That’s what makes her so memorable and such a lightning rod for discussion.

I know I might be in a minority, but I really feel like they need more of those little scenes between the kids to keep things real.

Kang saying she always feels like she’s going to get murdered in a staircase or parking lot is relatable, funny, and sad all at the same time. It’s a girl thing.

Why is Carol’s story giving me Dark Knight vibes? Like I feel like she’ll gladly shoulder the burden of their distrust, their hate, or their judgment as long as the hard choices she makes keeps them safe. And she’s still ultimately going to come back to save their asses even when they forsake her. Just like Bruce Wayne/Batman. Am I reaching too far, lol? Because sometimes I do that.

Anyway. This is the third episode of the season and the third episode in a row that I mostly enjoyed. I don’t know if I’m just so relieved and happy to have all the characters and my show back or what, but overall? I’ve been pleased with the episodes and found something to love in all of them.

There’s a much stronger horror vibe woven throughout Season 11 so far. I feel like it’s a return to the roots of the show and I like that. Literally none of the characters are making perfect choices and this viewer is here for it. My only complaint so far is there hasn’t been enough Carol but what we’ve been given has felt like a gift and significant in a way that Gimps’ version was not. Also? I really hope the trend of the ladies working together and supporting each other continues because they rule the TWD world, lol.

Hope you enjoyed at least some of my TWD word vomit.

Until next episode.

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #my heart

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eternalgoldfish · 4 years ago

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Steve wakes in Billy’s bed.

Steve never wakes in Billy’s bed.

But the sun is shining, and Steve’s eyes are crusted with sleep, and Billy’s back is warm and solid where it’s pressed against his, their legs touching, Billy’s dorm-issued twin-sized bed hardly large enough for one full-grown man, let alone two. Steve doesn’t remember getting under the covers, or Billy wishing him goodnight.

But the sun is shining, and Steve wonders what Billy would do if Steve rolled over an tucked an arm around his waist, pressed kisses into his neck. Steve wonders what Billy would do if Steve curled them together and called him baby.

They’re wearing underwear, so at some point, they got out of bed.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t remember anything. He remembers sitting in Billy’s car -- almost jerking off in Billy’s car. He remembers whining against Billy’s lips with Billy inside him -- Billy’s hot thighs between Steve’s legs, Billy’s fingernails digging into Steve’s hips.

He remembers falling on Billy, which. The universe couldn’t have let him get away with one bit of dignity in all that, huh?

Up until that point, he thought he’d been doing pretty fucking well, thank you very much.

Billy’d laughed and laughed, and pulled Steve on his side, and jerked Steve off until Steve was gasping and coming, toes curling, feeling drunk, and eager, and toomuchnotenoughpleasedon’tstop.

There’s just a gap in time there, clearly, because fucking into Billy’s fist doesn’t equate to waking up in his sheets.

So, Steve stays like that, back to back with Billy, wonders how much time he has until Billy wakes up, asks him to leave. Wonders how it could go if he pressed a kiss to Billy’s shoulder, danced his fingers over Billy’s arm hair, flicked his foot a certain way. Unlikely butterfly theory shit, and all that.

Then Billy fucking rolls over and wraps an arm around him, giving him a sleepy squeeze. “Dude, why’re you still here?” Billy asks.

And that’s a fucking mixed signal, Jesus Christ. But Steve has been thinking exactly the same thing, so, “If you didn’t want me to stay--”

“What?” Billy lets go of him and sits up, rubbing his hands over his face. His bun is a lop-sided disaster, but the pendent resting against his chest is gold. “It’s Friday,” he says. “You have economics at ten, or whatever, don’t you?”

And Steve does, but.

“Fuck,” Steve gets out of bed and scrabbles for his phone in his jeans, says, “Fuck,” because it’s nine forty-two.

“Bye?” Billy offers.

“Fuck.”

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Steve’s skipped classes before, but the thing is, his mom has been wild lately about his grades, and he’s kind of bombing economics, so it’s kind of fucking important that he gets there on time, and that he actually fucking listens and takes notes, and behaves.

He’s five minutes late, but he gets there, which is kind of the point.

Not that his mind is on economics.

He’s too hung over, too weirdly wired. There’s something under his skin that he can’t itch, and for once it’s not his dick chubbing up in his jeans because Billy is sending him nudes before lunchtime.

(Although his phone does keep lighting up, so.)

(He thinks it’s maybe his heart chubbing up, and that’s definitely not good for his cholesterol, or the sticky notes left on Billy’s door, or what he’s supposed to tell his parents when they ask about his love life at Christmas.)

When he checks his phone, there are no nudes, just two texts that say,

found ur thong princess

goin 2 jerk off w it

And Steve has no fucking clue what he could have even left at Billy’s, but it definitely wasn’t a thong. He actually doesn’t even think it’s anything, just another one of Billy’s weird ways of making him fuck up in class, but it still twists something in Steve’s chest, something weird-bad. Like thinking about Billy’s other guys when they fuck -- and other girls, apparently, girls who wear thongs, so.

Steve texts back, Not mine, sorry, must be your mom’s.

Billy doesn’t text back a long while, so like, maybe he’s blown his load, or maybe he just thinks Steve is boring for not playing along. Whatever. Steve has like, actual things he needs to be doing.

But with half an hour left in class, Steve’s phone finally lights up, like, My mom left when I was ten.

And well. What? What? Steve didn’t know that, doesn’t even know how Billy feels about that, like, if he’s angry, or upset, or fucking like, anything. He tries to scroll up through their conversations looking for an answer, but he’s coming up with nothing, just raunchy one-liners and sweaty dick picks. Billy’s barbed wire and crucifix, sandy skin, golden hair.

He doesn’t know a fucking thing about Billy.

How Billy’s dick tastes doesn’t count.

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Steve doesn’t know what to say, so he just doesn’t. Like a fucking coward. He slinks to the library after class like maybe things’ll just work out if he lets them cook for a while. Like maybe all the weirdness from this morning will gloss over if he pretends it didn’t happen.

No cigar.

Billy flops into the chair across the table from him like this is nothing, normal, and Steve guesses it is, because they do study together, sometimes, but not together-together, so. Billy’s not even taking out his books, just tipping his head slightly and running his tongue over his teeth.

“Sorry?” Steve offers, like a moron.

Billy scrunches up his nose. “Sorry for what?”

And Steve doesn’t really know, so.

After a pause, Billy huffs and pushes back his hair. He’s got tacky diamond studs in his ears, the kind that make Steve want to tug on them with his teeth, see what they’re really made out of. Billy crosses his arms, says, “Guess I didn’t tell you about my fucked up family, then?” and they might as well be in the fucking Twilight Zone.

“No, uh,” Steve clears his throat, winces slightly. “We haven’t really had time?” Between all fucking. Yikes.

“Well,” Billy sneers, like, “My mom flaked, my dad is an abusive asshole, my step-mom might as well be a cardboard cut-out of a human, and my step-sister is a huge fucking bitch. I don’t want to talk about it.”

The thing is, in person, Steve can’t just leave Billy on read when he doesn’t know what the fuck to say, so he’s stuck just kind of staring, mouth partly open, running through all the whats and whys and hows. Processing months knowing Billy, fucking Billy after a party, waking up in Billy’s arms, and now whatever the fuck this is.

“You know what, fuck this.”

“Wait--” Steve snaps his books shut as Billy gets to his feet. “Sorry? Just. Sorry, I guess. Fuck. I just didn’t know what to say to that earlier, you know? A thong? That text might not have even been for me.”

“Who else could it have fucking been for?”

“I don’t know? Someone else you’re--”

Billy laughs, kind of mean. “I’m not hooking up with anyone else, you idiot. What was it you said, I ‘haven’t really had time’? I could have had anyone I wanted at that party.”

And Steve knows that, even though Billy is contradicting himself. Knowing it’s not making it any fucking better. Kind of just makes Steve want to die.

“But you wanted to fuck me.”

“Yeah, I wanted to fuck you.”

They’re talking way too loud for being in the quiet study zone.

“Do you want to fuck me right now?”

“I kind of want to punch your face in.”

Steve lets out a slow breath. “Cool, so we’re just back in fucking September again.”

Billy snatches his keys from where he threw them on the table and grabs his bag from the floor. “Shut the fuck up, come on.”

But Billy doesn’t punch him when they get outside the building, like he might have in September. He crowds Steve up against the wall, pushes Steve’s shoulders until his head hits brick. With the way the stairs jut out, there is just enough space between them and the hedges that they probably won’t get seen, and Steve’s worried about no one finding his corpse for about five seconds before Billy’s lips are on his, kisses all clicking teeth and fingers digging into his sweater.

It should make him angry.

It’s kind of erotic.

(It’s kind of confusing, but Billy’s slipping his hand into his sweatpants, and they’re kind of in public, and Steve really doesn’t need a criminal history, but)

He bucks against Billy’s palm, wants his hands on Billy’s skin. Wants to think this is maybe a solution, with Billy’s teeth grazing over his neck, Billy laughing softly in his ear.

“You like to get off in public?” he asks, and Steve is pretty positive he’s shut that down about a million times, but Billy’s kissing him in earnest, playing with his cock, and well.

Steve can’t exactly hide how fucking hard he is when things are already this far gone.

“You got something to say to me, Pretty Boy?”

Steve tugs on Billy’s hair. “Like what?”

“A sorry, maybe, since I’m being so forgiving.”

“I said sorry,” but it’s shaky, kind of airy. “If the campus police--”

“Guess you better be quick, then.”

And Billy is confusing, disgusting, infuriating, gorgeous, and Steve is a complete dumbass, so he whines, “C’mon, I’ll blow you in my room--” which absolutely does not work.

“Or you could blow me here.”

Which Steve is definitely not going to do, but the idea makes his breath catch, has him moaning softly as Billy tugs on his bottom lip. Faintly, he realizes he had more resolve when he was drunk than he does now, and that’s not something he really wants to investigate, not when he’s unzipping Billy’s jeans and jerking Billy in return, heart thumping and skin tingling each time the library door opens and slams shut.

Billy’s teeth are on his cheek, breathing hot in his ear, murmuring, “Someone is going to hear you,” like Billy isn’t also making noise with every breath, fucking into Steve’s hand like they’re on a clock. Like he’s trying to get Steve’s hand fucking pregnant.

“Sorry,” Steve says, mostly a gasp. “Sorry, sorry.”

Meaningless. Billy doesn’t need it, can’t with how smug he is when Steve comes first, with how he almost breaks their cover laughing when he wipes Steve’s come on the inside of Steve’s sweatpants. He comes with his nose in Steve’s neck, hands gripping Steve’s hips, and it’s.

Well, it’s kind of mortifying.

But Billy is laughing again, knocking away Steve’s hand so he can fix himself back in his jeans, and Steve should be angry, but.

“What was that about blowing me on your rich boy sheets?” Billy asks.

They have to change their pants now anyway.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things fanficton #my fic #does anyone even remember that i WRITE THESE i am sorry

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yungidreamer · 5 years ago

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Summer Camp

Prequel to Party Break

7.2k words

Sometimes you find the right people in unexpected places.

Content warnings: Not a lot, mostly fluff, a little angst, some kissing, brief discussion about sexuality and homophobia. Summer love can sometimes last a lifetime.

pairing (trio-ing really, lol): Yunho, Mingi, unnamed female character (but now nicknamed)

“Are you excited for camp, sweetheart?” Her mother asked from the front seat of the car.

“Yeah I guess,” She shrugged, tucking the bookmark she had been holding into her book and letting it close.

“You’ll have fun,” Her father said from behind the wheel of the car. “Enjoy this time, it’s going to be one of the last free summers you’ll probably have. Summer camps were one of the best parts of my childhood. You don’t have many years like this left.”

“Jeez, you make it sound like she is on a slow walk to death, honey,” her mother chuckled. “She’s 18 and going into her senior year, it’s not like she is walking up to the wall in front of a firing squad.”

“I just wish I had known to appreciate this sort of stuff when I was her age,” he shrugged and patted his wife’s leg.

“She’s smart honey,” she assured him. “Probably smarter than either of us were at her age. Just let her enjoy it how she wants.” Her father grunted, quietly admitting she was right.

“You are sure you have everything?” Yunho’s mother asked, hugging him for the fifth time since she had begun helping him move his things into the cabin he would be staying in for the next week.

“Yes, mama,” replied patiently, unpacking a few things from his bag as he did.

“But you’ll call me if you need something, promise?” She fretted, looking down at her only son. How had he grown up so fast, she wondered to herself.

“I’ll call you even if I don’t,” he promised, standing up and giving her a hug.

“Did you find your bug spray?” She asked as she pulled back.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“And your sunscreen?” She followed up. “There is enough?”

“Yes, mama,” he laughed, she wouldn’t be herself if she wasn’t worrying about him.

“Okay, okay,” She looked around and gave a sigh. “Don’t forget to have fun, too.”

“I will,” he promised, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a reassuring smile.

“So this is where you’ll be staying?” Mingi’s father observed, coming into the wooden cabin where his son was busy messily pulling out his things into his designated drawers.

“Yeah, it seems alright,” he shrugged.

“Be sure to check your shoes before you put them on in the morning,” his mother warned from behind his father, poking her head into the space she could only call primitive. “Where is the bathroom anyway?”

“Uhh, a building or two over I think,” Mingi replied, not looking up from what he was doing.

“You’ll be fine here?” She questioned, glancing at the other bunks in the room. “You will try to be careful; you won’t do something stupid just because someone asks you to, right?”

“Right, yeah, I’ll do my best not to do something really stupid at least,” He looked up at his mom with a wide grin. She knew him well.

“Have fun,” his father instructed, putting an arm around his wife. “This is supposed to be fun, after all.”

“Of course,” he promised, leaning in to give his mom a hug, then his father. “I’ll have fun and try not to be too stupid, at least.”

“Okay can I get the people in Arcadia cabin and Grand Teton cabin here with me!” A very cheery camp counselor who looked like he belonged on a beach catching waves. He was a blond, tan twenty something with blue eyes that sparkled with an undimmed joy in life. Yunho stepped forward, looking around to see five others move forward, coming to stand with him in front of the man.

“Okay so we need to break into pairs for this so let’s start with that,” he scanned the faces of the six boys who had gathered around him. “Let's start with names as I pick you out. So, uh, you?”

“Mingi,” the gangly, tall boy, dressed in jeans and an old looking black t-shirt answered.

“Great, and you?” He turned on Yunho.

“I’m Yunho,” he answered, slightly more timidly than the other boy had.

“Awesome, cool name,” the surfer man complimented with a grin. “You two can be a pair today. Why don’t you go ahead and go to the dock to grab a canoe and your life vests.” Yunho nodded and moved closer to the other boy, following him down the short path to the wooden dock that stretched out onto the lake.

“So Yunho, have you done this before?” Mingi asked, passing him a life vest.

“No,” Yunho admitted, slipping it on over his head.

“Me neither but it can’t be that hard.” Mingi declared, looking at the old canoe.

“I guess we’ll see,” Yunho gave him an amused smile. A group of girls joined them on the dock, chatting and giggling amongst themselves. Mingi straightened up and put a smile on his face, looking at all of them and watching as they milled around, preparing to canoe themselves. Yunho, on the other hand, took half a step back and crossed his arms, seemingly trying to shrink back into himself. The girls, for their part, mostly ignored them, being perfectly happy with the lighthearted conversation they had going between them.

“Okay guys, let’s get in.” Surfer dude said joining them with the last pair of boys from the cabins. “You guys can have the one there, I’ll just hold it while you step in.” He drew near and knelt on the deck, holding one end of the craft and gestured for them to step in. “Both at the same time, get low and put one leg in…then shift your weight over to the center…” Both boys knelt down and stuck out one foot into the center of the boat, reaching to the sides to try and steady themselves. “Good, yeah, hold onto the sides and sort of sliiiiiiide yourself in now.” The boys did, managing to plop themselves in with only a brief moment of seeming like they might capsize. “Good, okay, here, see if you can’t get to the dock you can see over there and back first.”

He handed them each an oar and walked over to the next group to help them in their own canoe. The two boys looked at the oars and at a pair of the girls who were already underway, rowing with each of them taking one side.

“Do you want the right or the left?” Yunho asked from the back.

“Uh, right I guess,” Mingi decided, sticking his oar out that side.

“Sure,” Yunho gladly put his out into the water on the opposite side. “On three?”

“Okay, I’ll count,” Mingi agreed. With only a few moments of complete chaos that threatened to have them veer off in the completely wrong direction or tip over, they did, in fact, manage to make it to the other dock and back before disaster struck.

On the final leg of the journey, the counselor decided to take the group on a little trip around the edge of the lake for the practice and to get to the dining hall where they would be having lunch in half an hour. Everyone, having had at least some practice, was able to keep pace with the counselor as he led the way near the shore. Yunho and Mingi were somewhere near the middle, mostly focused on not hitting any of the other crafts with their oars as they moved. The shore was lined with waving patches of reeds that unfortunately happened to be home to a couple of skittish ducks who decided to flee just when Mingi and Yunho were passing. Mingi, for all his pretenses of confidence, immediately shrieked and flung himself in the opposite direction from the kerfuffle, which unfortunately resulted in him tipping over their canoe and the one nearest them. Splashes and screeches ensued, with the occupants of both canoes now being left bobbing in the water, sputtering and struggling to get themselves righted next to their overturned boats.

“Okay everyone, keep going, I’m gonna take care of our friends here who have had a little accident,” the surfer counselor said over the din. The rest of the campers headed off, leaving him and the four in the water to sort out the mess.

“You moron!” One of the girls yelled, trying to push her long dark hair out of her face as she bobbed up and down.

“Okay if you can swim I want you to head for that little clearing on the shore a few meters back,” the counselor said as he righted the first of the boats with miraculous skill that did it without letting it take on much water. “It might take me a bit to get these boats back but you guys need to get back to your cabins and get changed for lunch. Take a quick shower to get clean and bring your wet clothes with you so I can get them washed for you in the machines for the counselors.”

“I can get one to shore if that would be helpful,” the second girl in the water offered, floating calmly by the second, still overturned canoe.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks Chipmunk, you’re the best,” he said with a big grin, heading to her to turn over the second one.

“No problem, Chase,” she rolled her eyes. “Just don’t forget to mention to dad that I was a ‘team player.’”

“For sure,” he laughed. “I’ll tell him you were awesome in person when he comes to pick you up at the end of the week.”

“Uh huh,” she shook her head and grabbed a rope attached to one end of the boat and started towing it back to the shore as she headed there herself. Both Yunho and Mingi headed towards her, feeling dumb for not having thought to offer themselves.

“Can I help or something?” Yunho offered, swimming up beside her as she slowly made her way towards the gap at the shore.

“I’m fine, it’ll just take a little longer,” she gave him a bland and reassuring smile without taking a break in her slow backwards crawl through the water.

“I’m sorry for, you know,” he apologized, despite not having been the one to cause the tip over.

“It’s fine,” She chuckled. “Just made the day a little more exciting. But, uh, I’d avoid talking to Luci for a day or two.”

“Luci, that’s the other girl in your boat?” He asked, vaguely looking at her figure as she continued to storm off to the girls cabins.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “She’s staying in my cabin and she doesn’t seem like the most forgiving of people.”

“I guess,” Yunho said sheepishly.

“I’ll help you pull it ashore,” Mingi offered, now only knee deep in the water at the gap. The girl didn’t argue, changing position and pulling the boat as she walked in the water, now that it was shallow enough. They pulled it up onto the bank until it was almost completely out of the water.

“Thanks,” the girl said, taking a moment to pull off her drenched shoes and tossing her life vest into the canoe.

“I wasn’t scared, you know,” Mingi protested unprompted, tossing his own in after.

“Yeah, of course,” she gave him a grin and patted his arm before starting off barefoot through the grass.

“Hey, how do you know the counselor and why did he call you Chipmunk?” Yunho shouted after her.

“I used to have really chubby cheeks when he babysat me.” She shouted over her shoulder with a good natured laugh without interrupting her pace. Yunho’s mouth quirked into a half smile as he watched her walk away.

“I really wasn’t scared,” Mingi insisted, falling into pace alongside Yunho as he headed towards the area where their cabins were. When Yunho only responded with a sound of bland acknowledgement, he continued, “I was just a little surprised.”

“Well you certainly scared me,” Yunho chortled and shook his head.

“Sorry,” Mingi gave him a chastened smile.

Mingi and Yunho were the only ones left in the cafeteria when she finally managed to get there. They were seated at one of the tables dressed in new dry clothes with messy damp hair. Chase was standing nearby chatting up one of the girls working in the kitchen. She made her way there first, handing him the damp sack that held both her and Laci’s dirty clothes.

“Laci decided she wanted to take a nap and had some snacks she had brought with her,” she informed him, handing it all over. “She’s in a shitty mood anyway, so it's probably for the best.”

“Do I need to send someone to check on her?” He asked half heartedly, only tearing his eyes away from the 20-something girl in the kitchen for a second.

“Maybe in an hour or like before dinner,” she shrugged.

“Okay, cool, thanks Chipmunk,” he flashed her a smile before turning back to chat with the other girl again. Rolling her eyes, she turned to get herself a plate and fill it with what was left of the lunch food. The food looked decent, if a little institutional, but it was at the very least plentiful. She piled a sandwich, some chips, and a bit of fruit salad on her plate, grabbed a can of soda, and went to sit with the two boys at the table. They both looked up as she sat down, straightening up in their seats as she did.

“Hi,” Yunho greeted, giving her a welcoming smile and nod.

“Is the food any good?” She asked, popping open the can of soda.

“It’s okay,” Mingi replied. “The ham sandwich was better than the tuna, though. That one was too soggy.”

“Good thing I got this one then,” she unwrapped her sandwich, flashing a little of the meat in between the pieces of bread.

“Good choice,” Yunho agreed with an approving grin.

“Uh, is Laci okay?” Mingi asked with a slight timidity, maybe with a tinge of regret.

“She’s not happy but she’ll be fine I think,” her tone was assuring and kind as she spoke between bites of her food. “Don’t worry though, I think she will get over it eventually.”

“I’m glad you are okay at least,” Mingi added, looking at his food as he spoke.

“Yeah,” Yunho agreed, offering her a soft smile. A shiver of happiness skated over her skin at the slight movement of his cupid bow lips. For the first time she actually bothered to look at both the boys at the table. They were both cute if a little awkward, like most guys her age. Yunho was tall and a little gangly, but had the promise of broad shoulders that would probably fill in over the next few years. His hair was a chocolate brown and a messy sort of cut that let the fringe in the front hang almost in his eyes. His dark eyes sparkled, set pleasantly into a heart shaped face. There was something intelligent and curious in his look, but it was well hidden behind his quiet façade. He was...interesting.

The boy across from him was stretched out and gangly, but in a way that would grow into a leanness in a few years. His hair was messy and a little too long, brushing the tops of his ears and past his eyebrows. Though he had behaved and spoken with a veneer of confidence, behind his dark eyes was a nervousness and perhaps a shade of confusion. His face was longer though his chin was just a little more blunt. As he sat looking back at her questioning face, his full, plush lips pressed into a line, obscuring their pleasant shape.

They were interesting individually but as a pair they were a perfect matching contrast. One with a quiet and shy confidence that was easy to miss and the other with a loud shell of confidence they used to hide a curious confusion with the world.

“So are you two friends?” She asked, popping a chip into her mouth.

“Uh not really,” Mingi replied, his eyes flicking over to the other boy to read his reaction as he spoke. “I mean, we just met when we were assigned to pair up.”

“Right, of course,” she bobbed her head. “Is this your first time here at the camp?”

“Yeah,” both boys replied simultaneously, smiling at each other in their synchronicity.

“What about you?” Yunho asked once the moment had passed.

“No, I’ve been coming for a while,” she shook her head. “My dad used to come to this camp when he was a kid so it's somehow like a family tradition to spend part of the summer here.”

“So that’s why you knew about how to canoe and stuff?” Mingi questioned further, shifting in his seat to face her more fully.

“I mean it’s one of the reasons,” she shrugged.

“Do you like doing outdoorsy sorts of stuff?” Yunho followed up, glad to have a direction for the conversation.

“I guess, maybe?” Her face scrunched up a little, testing the idea in her head.

“Well, I mean, what do you like doing?” Mingi asked, his eyes focused on her, though they flicked to the other boy as well, trying to read something in him.

“Reading,” her first reply came quickly, almost without thought. “I like playing games, watching movies...like the same thing as everyone else I think.”

“Yeah, me too,” Yunho agreed. “What are your favorite books?”

“I like a lot of different stuff,” she shrugged, trying to think of something she really liked. “Fantasy books can be fun, but I’ve been reading a lot of classics recently.”

“Did you bring any books with you?” Mingi asked curiously.

“My dad took a few he saw on the top of my bag,” She scoffed at the memory, a shimmer of satisfaction sparkling in her eyes. It was exactly why she had packed those books there on the top of her clothes and hidden the books she actually wanted to read near the bottom. “Luckily he didn’t look too closely and didn’t find my collection of Austen and Dahl which I have been wanting to reread for a while.”

“Sneaky,” Yunho gave her a conspiratorial smile. “I brought something to read at night. I’m reading through Harry Potter again.”

“Oh yeah, those are fun books,” she agreed.

“I brought some comics,” Mingi offered, wanting to join in the conversation. “I guess they are really manga…”

“Oh nice,” she gave him a sunny smile. “I’ve only read a few graphic novels, but they can be really cool.”

“You can read some of it too, if you want,” Mingi shifted forward in his seat.

“Sure,” she nodded, drinking the last of her soda and gathering up her trash. “There should be some free time after dinner tonight. Maybe you can bring some with you then.”

“Okay, I will,” Mingi was visibly relieved to have not been rebuffed.

“Alright, I’m going to go join everyone out doing archery for a little while,” she stood up and gathered her things. “See you guys later though.”

“Bye,” they both said, watching her go. After a moment of staring awkwardly at each other at the table, they too, gathered their things and left.

After dinner the campers were left with free and unstructured time to just hang out with old friends and get to know new friends. Everyone was spread around the grounds in groups, large and small, with most people gathered somewhere near the large bonfire being presided over by Chase and some other counselors. Yunho wandered down from his cabin in search of his new...friends? Maybe they were, or would be? He clutched the book he was carrying to his chest as he looked around the open space to see if he could spot either of them.

It took a few minutes of wandering before he finally laid eyes on her, feet curled under her as she sat on a towel laid out under one of the huge maples at the edge of the clearing. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she was dressed in an old graphic tee and yoga pants. She looked comfortable and almost like she was in her own world. For a moment, he considered not bothering her. Maybe he had read it wrong, maybe she was just being nice. Well you’ll never know unless you try, he could hear his mother’s voice say encouragingly.

“Hey,” he greeted, stepping closer and taking a seat on the grass beside her.

“Hello,” her warm and sunny smile instantly made him feel at ease. She tucked a bookmark in her book and let it close. “How was the rest of your day?”

“It was okay,” He shrugged, smiling shyly. Honestly, it had been hard since he didn’t know anyone and sometimes he wasn’t that good at making new friends. As good as he could be at reading people, having confidence in his own judgement was as easy as it sounded.

“Not knowing anyone doesn’t make it easy does it?” She asked, almost like she could read his thoughts.

“No it doesn’t,” he admitted, feeling a blush bloom on his cheeks.

“Most of the people I know from previous years aren’t here anymore,” she shared. “And the couple that are...aren’t exactly friends of mine.”

“Well we can be friends,” he offered, quickly following up with, “If you want, I mean.”

“That would be nice,” she put a reassuring hand on his knee. Behind him she caught sight of a lost looking Mingi wandering around half a dozen meters away. She shouted his name and waved him over. A wave of relief flowed over his whole body, visibly, as he turned and started making his way over to them.

“I thought maybe you weren’t here,” Mingi admitted as he took a seat near both of them.

“Nah this place is just big and I think I sort of picked a corner,” she admitted. “You know, wanted to get away from the crowds and all.”

“It’s nice over here,” He agreed, giving them both a big gummy smile. “I brought cookies, you guys want some?” Mingi pulled a box of cookies out of the small bag he had been carrying with him.

“Yes, please,” Yunho nodded, smiling back.

“Sure,” she replied, extending a hand to him. Mingi passed cookies to both of them before taking one himself. He managed to finish the cookie in one bite, stuffing the whole thing in his face and using his cheeks as reserves to hold what he couldn’t swallow as he chewed. The sight made her laugh. It was cute and endearing in a childlike way. He literally did everything with full passion.

Yunho suppressed a laugh at the sight himself, imagining what his mother would have said if she saw him do that at the table one evening. The other boy was boastful and loud at times, but quite clearly kind and wanted more than anything to be included in a circle of friends that wanted him.

“So where are you both from?” She asked them, nibbling at her cookie.

“Rochester,” Yunho replied after swallowing the last bit of cookie he had in his mouth.

“Me, too.” She said happily. “Wait, where do you go to school then?”

“Schroeder,” Yunho answered.

“Hey, that is where I am supposed to go this fall,” Mingi jumped in, speaking past the last of his cookie.

“Really?” Yunho gave an excited laugh. “That is awesome. What about you though?”

“Oh Thomas,” she replied fluidly. “I think it is pretty close though.”

“Yeah, it is,” Yunho confirmed. “Did you just move here, Mingi?”

“Mmm,” he confirmed, handing out more cookies to everyone. “Yeah my family just moved there, like, a month ago.”

“Well, at least you’ll know someone when you start school,” she pointed out. They all fell into comfortable conversation about school and moving and just getting to know each other. They discovered that they had a lot in common, with similar tastes in movies, books, games, and music. They spent hours that night, chatting about nothing and everything until the counselors started to send everyone back to their cabins to go to sleep. She left them both with a hug, promising to see them tomorrow.

Yunho and Mingi walked back to their cabins together, parting with a hug before they headed to their own cabins to sleep. Yunho usually read for an hour before sleeping, but, he told himself as he tucked himself into his bunk, the sooner he went to sleep, the sooner tomorrow would come.

“So you’ve made friends with some of the new boys?” Laci noted casually, as she lay in her bunk across the room.

“Yeah, a couple of them. Why?” She asked, looking away from the pages of her book in the dim light reflected from the pages of her book from the clip on book light.

“Like, could you invite them to come play with us tomorrow?” Laci’s voice was tinted with excitement and conspiratorial camaraderie. “The girls from Placid cabin have agreed to sneak out to play some games, but we need some boys to play. So...can you get them to bring their cabins to meet us?”

“I can probably ask but what exactly do you mean ‘play?’” She let the book fall back onto herself as she looked at the other girl across the room.

“You know, fun stuff,” Laci evaded for a second. “Truth or dare, spin the bottle, that stuff. Who knows, like, just something fun that we can all do with boys.”

“I mean, I don’t know that they want to, but I can ask,” She picked up her book, turning her attention back to it.

“I hope they come,” Laci mused. “Yunho is pretty cute. And Mingi isn’t so bad but I still haven’t forgiven him for that shit on the lake.”

“Yeah they are and I am sure Mingi is sorry,” she said off-hand largely focusing on the words on the page in front of her.

“If he apologizes, I might think about forgiving him,” Laci said musing mostly to herself.

“Okay okay okay,” Laci raised her voice over the din of chat of people gathered in the dim arts and crafts cabin they had snuck into to meet. “Everyone get into a circle and make it boy girl boy girl.”

Everyone milled around, slowly managing to organize themselves into a circle with an appropriate mix of genders. Mingi squeezed himself in next to her, the only girl he knew and Yuhno tried to do the same, but Laci grabbed the ankle of his jeans as he passed then patted the space beside her, inviting him to sit beside her. After a seconds pause, he took the invitation, having seen the other spot to the side of her be filled with his cabin-mate San.

With everyone seated, Laci cleared her throat and took charge of the room again. “Okay so let’s start some truth or dare. Someone has to go first, so I can do it. Let’s see. The person to your right gets to give you your question or your dare, whatever you pick.” She straightened up and looked at Yunho beside her, giving him her best sparking smile. “So that means you and I pick truth.”

“Weak!” someone in the circle coughed, sparking a ripple of laughter among everyone in the circle.

“Okay truth,” Yunho said aloud, buying time as he tried to think of a good question. “Have you ever cheated on a test?”

“Once,” Laci admitted with a giggle. “But I only did it that once and it was totally justified because I had been sick for like a week before the test. I could not have learned everything in time and I was not going to let my GPA fall.”

A few laughs trickled around the circle and Laci grinned, feeling like she had adequately won over everyone there. “Okay your turn.” She turned on the person to her left asking truth or dare. The turns progressed until San went, having had to chug a soda for his dare.

“I pick dare I guess,” She shrugged, giving San a sideways look as she said it.

“Okay, pick someone in the circle to kiss,” he said flirtatiously, clearly hoping that she would take the easy answer and pick him.

“Someone, huh?” she scoffed, ended the sound with a sigh, looking around the circle as she did.

Mingi’s I can-- and Yunho’s If you want to-- both came out at the same time eliciting a couple of hoots and giggles from people in the circle. Both boys' ears went visibly pink in the dim light of the lantern that had been put in the center of the circle.

“You know, if both of you are so eager to kiss,” Laci teased. “Maybe you two should just kiss each other.”

“It’s not…” Mingi started, his protest tapering off after the couple of words he got out.

“I could do worse than kissing him,” Yunho defended, casting a look to Laci beside him.

“What, you think he’s cute?” Laci let out a scoff of disbelief.

“I mean he is,” She challenged from across the circle, giving her cabin-mate a blank look. “Just objectively. He’s cute.”

“Oh my god,” Laci gasped. “You both like him.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to Mingi beside her. “Is it okay if I, you know…” Mingi nodded, his eyes dropping to look at her lips in anticipation. She sat up on her knees and put a hand on his cheek to guide his face to hers until their lips met in a soft but sustained kiss. She pulled away and sat back in her place coolly and calmly with the faintest pink blush on her cheeks.

“Poor Yunho, getting left out,” Laci tutted, giving him an enticing look as she sat beside him. She was clearly hoping to step in, in the perceived gap that had been left between the trio. From across the circle, Mingi stood up, taking large and confident steps across the distance until he knelt down in front of the other boy.

“Do you want me to…” Mingi let the drop of his eyes to the other boy’s lips. Yunho nodded, leaning forward ever so slightly. Mingi’s large, gangly hands went up to cup the other boys face, angling it slightly so their noses brushed slightly as they passed on the way to their lips meeting. Neither of them had ever kissed another boy before. It hadn’t really been something Yunho had considered but it was...nice. He had to admit that Mingi’s plush lips were soft and warm as they pressed to his own. They sent a thrill through him.

Mingi’s heart had been in his throat as he had crossed the room. Fear of rejection had thrummed through his chest but his distaste at seeing his friend being teased had outweighed his fear. He was grateful Yunho had said yes and he really wasn’t sure why because it went beyond being happy he hadn’t been disgusted at the idea. His face in his hands was comfortable as he nuzzled against his lips. The soft puff of Yunho letting go of a breath he had been holding sent a shiver along Mingi’s spine.

“Hey, boys, do you want to come with me? I think there are more fun things we can do than hang out here.” Her voice was suddenly beside them and they pulled apart to find her standing beside them, hands outstretched. They nodded and shuffled to their feet, each taking one of her hands as they walked out together.

“Where are they going?” Laci sputtered.

“Somewhere they are all going to get lucky,” San snickered, craning to watch them through the doorway. Before they disappeared he yelled, “Can I come, too?” Yunho turned with a grin and shook his head, slipping an arm around her shoulder as they disappeared from their view.

She led them down towards the lake, silently sneaking past the counselor cabin which still was buzzing with activity. They ended up at the more distant dock where they found a large row boat tied to the dock.

“A-are you sure going out on the water is a good idea?” Mingi asked, squeezing his hands together in front of him.

“You afraid? Think you’ll get us all wet again?” Yunho teased, putting an arm around him, hugging him to his side.

“No, I’ve never been afraid in my life,” Mingi jutted his chin out with a great show of confidence. They looked at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Yunho gave him a playfully skeptical look which Mingi matched with one of false confidence. It only took a second for them to devolve into fits of laughter. Mingi’s face split into a grin of pure joy and Yunho brought his hand up to his mouth as he giggled gleefully.

“Don’t worry,” She told them, laughing herself. “This is much more stable. We’ll be fine. Come here.” She shepherded them into the boat, letting Yunho sit in the rowing seat with her at one end and Mingi at the other. It took a few minutes for Yunho to get a handle on the rowing, but soon enough he ended up being pretty competent at ferrying them all around with strong controlled strokes.

“Sorry I dragged you guys to that,” She told them as they bobbed up and down on the still waters. “I should have guessed it would end up with that.”

“It’s okay,” Yunho shook his head. “It wasn’t so bad and I probably would have been fine with staying, but both of you were the only reasons I was there.”

“I just,” she sighed. “I’m really sorry if you feel like you got pushed into something because people were being stupid.”

“Do you regret it?” Mingi asked, poking his head around from the other side of Yunho. A worried look was visible on his face even in the dim blue light of the half full moon.

“Do you mean do I regret going?” She quirked her head to the side.

“No I mean, do you regret kissing me?” Mingi let himself be vulnerable as he put the question out there.

“I don’t,” she assured him.

“Then…” Mingi paused again, his eyes touching on the other boy between them before continuing. “Were you grossed out by us...when we…”

“Oh no, nonononono,” she put up her hands, physically waving away the idea. “If you two like each other, that doesn’t change anything for me. I don’t mind becoming a third wheel or something.”

Yunho let go of the oars, letting them hang loosely from their rowlocks. He put his hands out, taking her wrists and pulling her into his lap. She sat stiff for a moment as the boat pitched slightly as the balance of the weight shifted. He waited for her to relax with one arm curled lightly around her waist and the other resting on her lap.

“What if I don’t want to have to pick?” Yunho asked quietly, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

“What do you mean?” She asked, leaning into his embrace.

“It’s weird,” Yunho admitted. “Until Mingi kissed me, I hadn’t really thought about it. I like girls right? They are the ones I’ve kissed before, the ones I’ve looked at that way. He’s a good friend, I feel happy when he is around, he brings a smile to my face. I want to share funny things that happen to me over the day with him because I think he’ll get it and he’ll smile too. But I always think of you, too. Maybe I sort of want both. Maybe we are just friends that have fun together, maybe we are more but we don’t have to figure that out now, do we?”

“Is that your way of saying you kinda want a kiss but let’s keep it casual or something?” Her laughter sparkled over the quiet stillness of the lake.

“More like I wanna see where this goes without putting it in a box,” his hand caressed her thigh and he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“I’m not saying no, but I think there is someone else you have to ask, too,” she poked his shoulder then pointed at the other boy behind them. Mingi was still in his seat watching them looking like he wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to be doing. When her eyes landed on him, he straightened up, eyes widening with a hundred questions.

“What?” Mingi asked nervously.

Yunho turned them both in his seat so he could look at the other boy. “Our girl is just saying I shouldn’t assume that you want the same thing. If you want to just be friends, I understand.”

“I don’t know,” Mingi admitted. “You guys were the first friends I found since moving and at first I thought I just was really glad to have new friends, not just here but back home. But…”

“You liked the kisses too,” Yunho filled in. Mingi nodded. “From both of us?” Yunho added, getting another nod from the other boy. “Me too. Even though I didn’t get an actual kiss from our girl. I wouldn’t say no to one if she offered.”

“Smooth,” she joked from his lap, before obliging and pressing a soft chased kiss to his lips. He could feel the smile on her lips as he enjoyed their soft warmth. It was different from his kiss with Mingi but gave him that same warm satisfaction in his stomach. It just felt comfortable...right.

When they pulled apart they both turned their eyes on Mingi, still seated in the back of the boat. His eyes went wide again when he realized they were looking at him and that he had been staring at them, enjoying the sight of them kissing. He blushed and shrank in a little on himself, not sure what he was supposed to be doing with himself at the moment.

“Mingi,” she said softly. “You can look, it's okay, but you can also come over here, too, if you want.”

“You don’t think I’m weird for watching,” he looked embarrassed, like he felt like he had been caught spying on them.

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “You two looked really pretty when you kissed, too. I could have been happy looking at that for a while but...maybe not with everyone else there, too.”

“You were really okay with that?” He looked a little pained as he asked it. “You don’t think it’s gross when two boys...you know?”

“No, not at all,” she sounded surprised at the question and she was, wondering to herself what she had said to make him think she might feel that way.

“My dad always says real men only like women,” he said softly. “‘Boys don’t like other boys, it’s not natural.’”

“Your dad is a dumbass,” she said aloud before she thought about the words coming out of her mouth. Immediately her hand slapped over her mouth as if she could catch the words and put them back in before he could hear them. “Sorry,” she added after a second. Mingi let out a small laugh, some of the tension melting from his shoulders.

“People like who they like,” Yunho shrugged.

“And you like me?” Mingi asked, almost childlike in his insecurity.

“I like you a lot,” Yunho replied with a big grin. “And our girl. I’ve been happier here at camp with you two than I remember being...in a long time.”

“We make you happy?” Mingi’s eyes sparkled at the complement.

“So happy,” Yunho confirmed, taking his hand as Mingi moved to kneel in the bottom of the boat closer to them. He wrapped his arms around both of them and laid his head in their laps. A little sniffle came from her as she looked down at his large head resting on her thighs.

“Awww, precious,” Yunho cooed, brushing a little tear that had escaped her eye.

“Shut up,” she elbowed him playfully, feeling a little like an idiot for all this getting to her like it had.

“Don’t be sad,” Mingi looked up at her and gave her a sunny smile.

“I’m not sad, don’t worry,” she assured him before leaning into a little kiss with him again. Mingi took one of Yunho’s hands in his, playing with his fingers as he looked at them, his head once again resting on her lap.

“The moon looks really beautiful tonight,” she observed, her head leaning on Yunho’s shoulder as she ran the fingers of one hand through Mingi’s tousled hair.

“Yeah, tonight is just about perfect,” Yunho agreed.

The rest of the week passed too quickly. Even though they spent every free moment together, reading, talking, eating, the time seemed to pass in a flash. On the last day, with everything packed, the trio sat together in the yard, huddled together as she read aloud to them. They lounged side by side on a picnic blanket they had borrowed from the camp under that same large maple as they waited for their parents to arrive and take them home. As she read, Mingi and Yunho made faces at each other, periodically bursting into laughter. They were listening, but they were also just enjoying those last happy moments they would have here.

Thankfully school would start soon and Mingi and Yunho would have each other again. Her school, while not the same, was close. And there were always the weekends, they reminded her when she gave them a melancholic smile as they talked about going back.

“I have a car now,” Yunho pointed out. “I can pick you both up and we can hang out. I’ll tell my mom you are helping us study. And maybe we will actually do that sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” she leaned in and gave him a playful look. Both boys burst into peals of laughter at her implication. “I see how it is.”

“Hey Chipmunk, I think I saw your parents over near the main building,” Chase said drawing near them. “Time to head home. Can I grab that blanket too? Gotta throw it in the last of the laundry before we close down for the year.”

“Yeah sure,” She nodded. They all stood up and Yunho picked up the blanket, giving it a hard shake before passing it to the surfer counselor. They all pulled each other into a big group hug, taking one last moment together before heading to the hustle and bustle of the main building with parents and other campers.

“Hey Chipmunk, quick question,” Chase said, calling her over for a moment as they all started to walk away.

“What’s up?” She asked, coming over to him as the boys waited a couple of meters away.

“Are you, like dating one of them or something,” he asked quietly, trying not to be heard by the waiting boys.

“Am I dating one of them?” she repeated, slightly evasively. “Nah, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t be able to choose between them.”

She spoke loud enough for both of them to hear, bringing enigmatic smiles to their faces. She bid the counselor goodbye, leaving him with the distinct impression he had missed something.

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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Ectober 1: Fog

AKA Familiar Part 3.

Find this and the first two entries to this series here.

Beyond the tiny off-color spot in the center of his right eye, the whole ‘kidnapped and forced to be part of a weird magic ritual’ thing hadn’t altered Danny’s appearance. Good. That was something he always worried about. He let out a long, soft sigh that fogged the mirror in front of him before leaning back.

The police and Danny and Sam’s respective parents had believed the ‘overshadowed and kidnapped’ explanation as well, thank goodness, so they hadn’t gotten in trouble. Which… maybe shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was, considering that it had been true, if edited for length and certain damning content (e.g. all the parts with Danny being a ghost and the aforementioned magic ritual). Tucker’s eyewitness account had helped.

Vivian hadn’t made a repeat appearance so far, which was also good. At least, Sam hadn’t called him about her. Danny rubbed his right eye. Something told him she wouldn’t have to call him to know she was in trouble.

Good.

Overall, the time since Danny had flown them back through the portal had been pleasant, or nearly so. He felt happy and oddly secure. Was it just knowing that Sam was alright? She was a major target of his ghostly Obsession. Maybe they could get Tucker in on this as well? They’d taken the book with them, and Danny wouldn’t mind getting stabbed again.

His core vibrated happily in his chest, making his heart and bones shiver.

Yes, that would be nice…

There was a sharp rap on the door. “Danny?” called his mom. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been in there a while, and something like being kidnapped by a ghost…” She trailed off, a touch of anxiety in her voice. “That can be traumatic.”

Oh, no. He’d made Mom worry. Happy feeling gone.

“I’m fine,” he said, turning on the faucet to make it seem like he’d just started washing up. “Really!” He shut the water off and dried his hands quickly before opening the door. “Just, you, know, a bit tired, that’s all.” He smiled, broad and genuine.

Maddie smiled back, although her brow was pinched. She had pushed her hood back, and her hair was frizzy with static. “You were missing for almost a whole day, Danny. You’ll have to forgive me for worrying.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Mom.”

She sighed and ruffled Danny’s hair. “At least, next time you think a friend is being possessed, if there ever is a next time, come to me and your father. Okay? Making sure ghosts don’t hurt people is our job. So is keeping you safe.”

The irony. If only Danny got paid, he could say the same thing. Alas, it was not to be.

He nodded and smiled. No promises. “I think I’m going to go up to bed, now, if that’s okay?”

“Alright,” said Maddie. “Do you still want to go to school tomorrow? Everyone would understand if you didn’t.”

“Yeah. I just- It wasn’t that big of a deal. I want things to go back to normal.”

“Wow,” said Tucker, pointing at Danny. “That is not normal.”

“What’s not normal?” asked Danny, looking down at himself. Had he spilled something on his shirt without noticing? It had happened before. But, no. Everything looked just like it had when he put it on this morning.

“You’re wearing black,” said Tucker.

Danny looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. So?”

“All black.”

“Okay, captain obvious.” He turned to his locker and started putting in his combination. The hallway was just a little bit too crowded for him to feel comfortable phasing through the door to fish for his books.

“You never wear all black.”

“That’s not true. We all wore black at that Saints’ Fire concert just a couple of months ago.”

“Yeah, but that was for a concert. Danny, you’re even wearing the boots Sam got you!”

“I know what I’m wearing, Tucker. It’s just clothes. Do we need our textbook for English today? Or can I just bring Mockingbird? I can’t remember the schedule.”

“Just Mockingbird. Did something happen while you and Sam were in the Zone?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, honestly. “A couple of things. Got complicated. That ghost is apparently Sam’s ancestor. And also a witch. Witches and magic are a thing, I guess.”

“You sure? Could just be ghost powers,” said Tucker, momentarily distracted.

“Pretty sure it’s magic,” said Danny.

“Danny! Tuck!”

The two boys turned to face Sam, who jogged up to them and then doubled over, hands on her knees.

“Are you okay?” asked Danny, worried.

“I wasn’t able to sleep,” said Sam. “Too much energy. You?”

“I slept normally. Had to fight the Box Ghost at three, but,” he shrugged, “that’s normal.”

Sam straightened. “We need to—” She stopped, blinking. “You’re wearing black.”

“Yeah.” Danny shrugged.

“Why?”

“You said I should?”

Tucker made a sound like a dying pterodactyl. “Something happened!” he said, excitedly. “They’re embracing their feelings. I’m so honored to witness.” Tucker proceeded to squeal.

“Dude,” said Danny, “what is wrong with you?” Then he glanced at Sam.

Sam looked like she had swallowed a lemon.

Danny deflated. “Are you okay?” he asked, leaning forward, concerned. “I mean, other than not having slept.”

“We really need to talk.”

“Aw, come on, Sam, you can’t end your romance before it even begins,” said Tucker in a singsong voice.

The warning bell went off.

“Lunch, I guess?” asked Danny.

“Sure.”

They sat down in their usual spot behind the school, where no other students went because it was both out of the way and lacked anything resembling a comfortable place to sit. Sam, Tucker, and Danny, however, had adapted.

“So,” said Tucker, rubbing his hands together with glee. “You have to tell me the details. All the details. What happened? Are you guys dating now? How did you get de-liquified? That really freaked me out, by the way.”

Sam put her hands over her face and groaned. “No, we’re not dating. Ugh. How do I even explain what’s going on?”

Danny jumped in. “Sam’s witch ancestor did something weird to my powers and wouldn’t let us go until we did a ritual that, uh, sort of bound me to Sam as a familiar spirit. Also, she wants Sam to be her apprentice. So, we have that to look forward to.” He fished his sandwich out of his bag.

“Wow,” said Tucker. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”

“That was a lot more concise than I expected,” said Sam.

“It hits all the important points, though. Except for the de-liquification. If I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure how that happened.”

“Right,” said Sam. “Anyway, we have to figure out how to undo it.”

Danny choked on his sandwich. “What? Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’” demanded Sam, clearly aggrieved.

Danny furrowed his brow. “I know we didn’t do it under the—”

“Word of advice, man, whatever you did do, don’t phrase it as ‘do it.’ Unless this ritual thing involved—"

“Tucker?” said Sam, blushing furiously.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Got it. Sorry. I blame hormones.”

Danny had no idea what Tucker was talking about but decided not to ask. Instead, he let out a quick puff of air. “I know we didn’t want or ask for this, but it does seem to come with some benefits. Did you try out any of the spells in the books we took with us last night?”

“No, because the last one made me stick a needle in your eye!”

There was a fundamental misunderstanding happening here. A disconnect. Danny tilted his head. In moments like these, Spectra’s voice seemed to echo in his head. He ignored it.

“I didn’t mind,” said Danny. “I’ve been hurt worse. Besides, they don’t all need you to stick a needle in my eye. I read them, too, you know.”

“Do you not care about how you can’t lie to me?”

“No? You already know all my big secrets, anyway.” Danny didn’t know why Sam was so upset about this, but it was starting to make him anxious. His fingers had made deep impressions in his sandwich.

“Wait,” said Tucker, “it does what?”

“Yeah!” said Sam, running an agitated hand through her hair. “That’s not all, either. Apparently, he has to follow all my commands, too, like I’m some kind of discount Freakshow!”

“This isn’t like Freakshow!” protested Danny. “I didn’t have any choice about that!”

“You didn’t have any choice about this either,” said Sam, making a sweeping motion with her hands so violently that she rocked back on her heels. “We were basically hostages. You can’t tell me that you’re actually okay with this.”

“I am okay with it,” said Danny, taken aback by Sam’s vehemence. “I like knowing that you’re safe, and, if you have powers, too, you can, you know, be safer. Also, it would be cool if there was someone else who had them, I guess.” His sandwich was well and truly squished at this point. “I was actually… Earlier, I was thinking that it might be a good thing to see if Tucker can get in on this, too.”

“You’re joking,” said Sam, flatly.

“Dude, I think we’ve all seen that I do not handle power well.”

“No,” said Danny, shaking his head. “I like this. And I trust you. Both of you.” His face twisted up. “Maybe back when we started out, and you were talking about freeing zoo animals and wrecking Hummer dealerships I might have been a little apprehensive, but, even back then, I know you wouldn’t have made me do anything I didn’t want to do. You guys let me overshadow you to practice. This isn’t really any different. Right?”

“Don’t look at me, man,” said Tucker, raising his hands. “You two are the ones on the inside.”

Sam stared at Danny for a moment longer before pinching the bridge of her nose. “We need to undo this,” she said, firmly.

The edges of Danny’s eyes started to hurt, and he blinked them rapidly. “Okay,” he said. “If you want to.” It did affect Sam, too, after all. If she didn’t feel like she had consented, then undoing it really should have been a no-brainer.

Danny really didn’t want to undo it. He liked this. He liked the way it made him feel.

“After school,” said Sam.

“Okay,” whispered Danny, looking down at his destroyed sandwich. “I guess I should get rid of this, huh?”

And then he ran.

It would be wrong to say that Sam didn’t feel guilty. She did. She felt hugely, incredibly guilty. Like she’d kicked a puppy.

Thing was, she didn’t exactly have a choice. Danny obviously wasn’t thinking clearly. The ritual must have done something to his head beyond screwing with his free will.

How could anyone be happy when they were forced into obedience?

If they let this go on, Danny would eventually resent her more than she resented her parents. After all, her parents didn’t have mind-control abilities.

“Hey,” said Tucker, breaking the silence that had lain over them since they started the walk to Sam’s house. “Not to be a downer, but what do we do if that ghost—”

“Vivian,” supplied Sam.

“Vivian, right. What do we do if she comes back and she wants you to do magic stuff? Or she gets mad that you cut your connection? We didn’t do a super great job of fighting her last time.”

Danny shrugged, exhaustion evident in the curve of his spine. “We do what we always do. It won’t be the first time it takes us two tries to fight someone.”

“Strategies?” prompted Tucker.

“I don’t know. Maybe we can find some kind of weakness in those books… Though, she probably wouldn’t have let us take them if we could get her weakness from them. If all else fails, I guess we could chuck a bucket of water at her.”

“I hate to say it, but I doubt the Wizard of Oz is a good source for how to deal with witches,” said Tucker.

“Well, considering all the other ways of ‘dealing with witches’ are literal torture, that’s all I’ve got.” Danny’s words were clipped.

Yeah. He was mad.

“We could try some charms and stuff,” suggested Sam.

“Before or after we cut our bond?” asked Danny, no inflection in his tone. “Because that might make the difference.”

“Danny, I’m just not comfortable having you as my slave. Which is what this comes down to.”

“I know,” said Danny. He still didn’t sound happy.

They reached Sam’s house, and they all crowded into Sam’s room for the most intense study session ever. Not counting Tucker’s post-Ember deprogramming.

Sam started with the original book, the one the ritual had come from in the first place. Reading it again made her so mad. Mad enough that, at first, she didn’t notice her rapidly increasing heartrate. Not until she was pressing her hand against her chest and struggling for breath.

“What,” she gasped, “was that?”

Danny shook his head, eyes wide and worried even as he kept his fingers wrapped securely around Sam’s wrist. “I don’t know. Whatever happened, though, your pulse is going back down. What were you looking at?”

“Just the ritual from before… I wanted to see if there were loopholes we could use,” said Sam, trying to get her breathing back under control.

Tucker plucked the book from where it had fallen near Sam’s knee and scanned the page. He winced. “Hey, it says here that your side of the deal is giving Danny your heart.”

“Yeah?” said Sam.

“Your heart, which just went crazy when you started trying to figure out a way to back out of the deal?”

Sam felt Danny’s hand contract around her wrist. “Oh,” he said. “But I didn’t want that to happen.” He sounded lost, hurt, and more than a little offended.

“I know, man,” said Tucker, soothingly, “but you don’t want the contract to be broken, either, right?”

“No,” admitted Danny. “I’m sorry, I like it.”

“Yeah. So,” said Tucker, “I guess it isn’t as one-sided as you thought, Sam.” He made a face. “What was your ‘promise,’ anyway?”

“To be friends,” said Danny. “We thought that would cause the least amount of issues, in case there were penalties.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, okay,” said Tucker. “That makes sense.”

It did.

This was bad.

This was the worst-case scenario. Sam bit down on her lip. Danny was- It was like he was in a fog, as far as this thing went. That’s the only way she could describe it. There was no way he was seeing the situation clearly. It didn’t matter if it was because of the familiar contract or Danny’s ghostly nature.

If Tucker was right and Sam had a heart attack every time she tried to do something about it…

Yeah. That wasn’t good.

“Maybe we should look at something else for today,” suggested Danny, far too cheerfully. “Like, we should see if you can do some of these spells and how it affects us. It seems like I’ve been feeding you energy somehow, right?” He began paging through one of the books. “That’s probably why you were awake all last night. That’s going to be useful, I bet, and oh! This one sounds cool. We could make fog everywhere. Just think about it, Sam. We could be so spooky at night!” He brought out the puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh,” said Sam. “Fine.” She stabbed a finger at Tucker. “You keep searching for a way out.”

The corners of Danny’s lips twitched downward at that, but sprang back up when Sam turned her attention to the spell he had picked out. Weakly, Sam smiled back.

This was going to be hard.

#danny phantom #ectober #ectober 2020 #ectober week 2020 #day 1

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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago

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Love Is The Biggest Spell : Chapter Five

A/N : Chapter five is here. This chapter should have been posted on Halloween lol but never mind. Hope you like this chapter. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Warlock Tom Holland x half mortal reader

Summary : Witches are forbidden to fall in love with mortals. But what if your long lost love returns to you as a mortal, can you defy your heart? Any spell any magic seems useless in front of the magic of love. Let’s join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.

Warnings : mild language, witchy stuff.

Mini Playlist : Can't help falling in love with you

After you had your breakfast Tom drove you to college. You were walking to your classroom.

"Y/N!" You heard the voice you despise the most right now call out to you. You didn't look back and quickened your pace.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N hey wait please." Cole ran to you grasping your wrist.

"Leave my hand, Cole!" You yanked your hand away from him.

"Y/N just listen to me for once I can explain." he pleaded.

"What more do you have to explain, Cole? That you were making out with me but magically it turned out to be someone else."

"Yeah exactly."

"Cole can you just stop now. I'm not going to judge your life choices but I hope you enjoyed sucking her mouth."

"Y/N please you can't do this to me."

"Umm mate I think Y/N made it quite clear that she doesn't want to talk to you." Tom intervened.

"Listen dude let's just not pretend that this isn't the best day of your life. So please stay out of this"

"Cole! You can’t talk to him like that.”

"A guy showed you a little affection for one night and now he is the good guy. So typical of you Y/N." you were literally hurt by his words.

"You know what Cole? I was actually thinking of forgiving your not so sorry ass but now I'm so over that thought, we are done for good Cole!"

"C'mon Tom let's go." You stormed off dragging Tom with you by his wrist to the library.

You slumped down on the seat as Tom took the opposite seat to you

"I can't believe Cole would say that! I'm an attention seeker? Seriously?!" You seethed.

"How did you guys even fall in love?" Tom asked out of courtesy though he had no interest in knowing that.

"You know childhood best friends it was like we owed to date each other." you shrugged.

"Maybe we can do something to divert your attention?"

"And what is that?"

"Finish our assignment I guess that's still pending."

"Seriously?" you gave a disinterested look.

"What? That is much better than talking about your douchebag boyfriend, ex boyfriend"

"Yeah maybe some witchy stuff can help keep me distracted." you walked to the shelves and pulled out some books and placed them on the desk with a loud thud. You picked up a book and were turning over some pages in a book and stumbled upon something as you frowned.

"What’s Dark Baptism?"

"Huh oh it's a sort of ceremony. The Dark Baptism is the most sacred, unholy sacrament the witches practiced for centuries. The oldest of their rites. A novice witch signs his or her name in the Book of the Beast, and gives the Dark Lord dominion over their soul and in exchange he gives them unlimited power and eternal youth." Tom explained.

"Huh what’s the use of such powers if I have to give up my freedom of will?" you scoffed.

"It’s the only one of several possible interpretations, see like all religions have symbolic gestures and demand sacrifices right?"

"Signing the Book of the Beast is more like a pledge to abide by the devil's commandments."

"But the Dark Lord aka Satan is the embodiment of evil." You state. Tom corrects you immediately.

"As per texts he is the embodiment of free will and that he goes beyond the mere concepts of good and evil and the infernal punishment of the "False God"."

"So what about Hell?" you ask.

"If you accept the Dark Lord's gifts, then you won't die for a long time and Hell is for mortals. In exchange for their service and devotion, witches are exempt from the eternal flames of damnation." Tom explains.

"That's some crazy ass bullshit." You laugh it off.

"But you seem to have quite in-depth knowledge about these things. Do you happen to practice witchcraft in secret?" you narrowed your eyes.

"Maybe, who knows" he shrugs." Why are you so invested in knowing all this?" he counter questioned you.

"Nothing just general curiosity that's it." You shrug.

"General curiosity or is it about the visions or nightmares whatever you have." Tom smirked.

"Who-who told you.." You stutter.

"Jane told Harrison and he told me."

"Those are just some stupid dreams that's all."

"Or may be not, maybe you are a psychic or a witch "

“Ha ha very funny.”

"Okay leave all that." Tom cleared his throat.

"Hey I know it would be really inappropriate for me to ask you. You know you can totally say no."

''Hey it's okay we are friends now c'mon spill it out." you held his hand reassuringly.

"Umm my mother seems to have liked you a lot the day you stopped by our house and wants me to invite you to our Halloween party. It's kind of a spooky themed business gala. "

"Your mother likes me or you?" you narrowed your eyes with a sly smirk.

"No I swear my mom told me to invite you." Tom flustered.

"Okay then tell your mom that I would love to go."

"Oh thanks." Tom’s eyes lit up like a child.

"And by the way if you want me to be your date just ask." You winked.

"It's - it's nothing like that." he stuttered.

"Relax anyways I'm single now." you giggled.

"So what are you divs doing?" Harrison dropped in between your conversation.

"Nothing just getting ready for my dark baptism." You chuckled though Harrison gave a mortified look as he exchanged glances with Tom. Who shook his head dismissively to let him know he hasn't said anything.

“Uh okay..have you seen Jane anywhere?"

"Why do you also need some attention?" You joked lazily placing a hand on Harrison's shoulder and instantly backed off with a light gasp.

"You okay?" Harrison asked looking at your horrified expression.

"Yeah, yeah I'm-I’m fine." you stammered blinking your eyes.

"I'll go and find Jane." You walked away huskily.

…….........

Agatha and Zendaya visited a farm to purchase a black goat to be used for sacrifice during your dark baptism in the woods.

"What is on your mind mother? A few days ago you wanted that half breed dead but now you are here arranging for her dark baptism. I don't understand any of this."

"Well you three failed in your task and I'm grateful to Satan for that this time because I recently found out she is the key to perform the spell by which our coven will gain infinite powers."

"What spell?"

"For now you don't need to know more than this. Just remember that girl needs to be protected."

…………..

It's 31st of October and you are officially 25. You were at the cafe as Jane came in all bubbly and chirpy.

“Happy Birthday babe!!!” Jane exclaimed, giving you a tight hug.

“Thank you babe.” Tom and Harrison dropped in after sometime.

“Isn’t it your birthday day? Why the hell are you working today?”.

“Because it’s my birthday.”

"Well somebody has got the whole concept of birthday wrong." tom quipped.

“Here we brought something for you.” He placed a cake box on the table.

“Jane dear can you arrange this for us please.” Harrison asked her sweetly.

“Of Course will.”

“Seriously guys you didn’t have to do this.” Jane was quick to arrange the cake on a tray with some candles and placed it in front of you. You blow out the candles as they sing for you.

“Thank you so much guys.” your heart swelled in happiness.

“We would have loved to stay but we have another party to arrange so see you girls in the evening.” Harrison said.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” Tom informed you softly.

“Will be waiting.” You smiled. After they left you turned to Jane.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah what?"

"What do you know about Harrison? Apart from he's a sex God. His family and life." you snickered.

"Umm they are rich, business partners with the Hollands. Loves his mom and sister a lot. Why?"

"Nothing, you are my best friend just don't want you to fall for the wrong guy. I finally learnt my lesson. Heh." You chuckled slowly.

“Don’t worry babe if he does something bad I’ll give you the privilege of kicking his ass.” She laughed and went to the back of the shop.

Now how will you tell her that when you touched him you had one of your stupid visions. You saw blood, pentacles, human skulls, it felt so inauspicious the darkness engulfing you. Your eyes went to the blown out birthday candles and you suddenly remembered about the night where the candle caught fire on it’s own. Then you recalled Tom saying that you may be psychic and you suddenly got the idea of testing the fact.

"This is all a hoax, I'm not psychic nor a witch. I was drunk and was seeing things." you said to yourself and took a deep breath.

"Well here goes to nothing." You focused on them but nothing happened.

"Huh, definitely a hoax" you blew out your cheeks and turned to do your work. But when you turned around again to your surprise each and every candle was lit up magically. You exhaled deeply, frowning.

……………

Reaching home you went to your room and saw a big gift box kept on your bed. You took the lid off the box to find an expensive black dress with a note.

Happy Birthday Y/N. Will be really happy if you wear this tonight. Love T. H

You smiled and held out the dress in front of you admiring it in the full length mirror in your room, it was the most exquisite thing you have ever seen. The soft silky fabric with intricate lace work was literal work of art. You changed into the dress and decided to let your hair down for tonight with minimal jewelry and makeup.

Meanwhile Tom and Harrison were getting ready in their finest tux for the gala and your baptism.

"You really gifted her the wedding dress."

"Well it's an important night for her she will be turning into a complete witch and hopefully her memories will come back after that." Tom said, fixing his cufflinks.

"You ready son?" Nikki walked into his room.

"Yes mother." Nikki could see in his eyes that something was bothering him.

"Don't worry I talked to your father and I will be presenting your dear Y/N for her baptism." Tom's eyes lit up hearing the news. It's usually the mother who presents her child for the baptism but your mother will not be able to attend it so the whole thing of who will be presenting you was bugging him for a while. And hearing that his mother is going to do that relieved him.

"Really mother! Thank you so much."

"I’m really happy that you’re finally going to be happy in your life son."

Tom was there to pick you up sharp at 7. You stepped out of your house as you saw him waiting for you leaning against his car. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You literally looked like an angel he thought.

"You look gorgeous, love."

"Thank you, you look surprisingly dapper too."

"Thank you."

"But you didn't have to buy me such an expensive dress. The whole night now I will be so self conscious of not ruining the dress."

"I will buy you a new one don't worry."

"Ha ha not happening again. Now let’s go"

He opened the door of the car for you as you sat inside the car. You reached his place in an hour and stepped out of the car holding his hand as he led you inside.

You walked into the ballroom and your breath was caught at the grandeur. You’d never been in a space that made you feel so small–or so plain. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake. And it wasn’t just the ballroom–the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before you, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine.

"Whoa dude am I supposed to be a part of this gala? I mean just look at all the people around." you gave out a nervous laugh.

"You were always supposed to be here Y/N."

You are immediately greeted by Jane and Harrison.

“Hey you made it!” Jane hugged you and your dress caught her eyes.

“Damn girl now that’s a one of a kind ball gown.” She giggled as you blushed.

“Only for the one of a kind girl.” Tom snickered.

You, Tom, Harrison and Jane then hit the dance floor, slow music playing.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

You clasped on to his hand placing another hand on his shoulder blade as he did the same. You began moving back and forth waltzing around the ballroom. Spinning and circles and shuffling your feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was paradise, but even more so when your eyes met.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you

His eyes were chocolate brown, which made your knees buckle and your lips quiver. He narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a small chuckle. Your dress was getting in the way and your heels were making you clumsy or you were actually clumsy around him. He noticed your discomfort and changed his stance making it easier for you to follow. His grip tightened on your hand giving it a comforting squeeze making your heart skip a beat.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes

You swayed to the music, bodies so close, his hand still grasping yours. This was perfect as if time stood still, your gaze filled with burning desires as he looked down to your slightly parted lips. Tom was trying to get a read on you as you looked at you longingly. You could feel your cheeks burning and you knew you're blushing on the outside which only made his smile grow wider.

Some things are meant to be So take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

He dropped your hand but before you could frown he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body even more closer. His kind, smiling face met yours as you felt his sweet, warm breath fanning your face. Your breath hitched all that brooding, pining and longing stares just for this magical moment. Out of instinct you tilted your face a little, closing your eyes. But instead Tom knelt down to your ear and whispered.

“Parere mandatis meis.” You opened your eyes with a vacant gaze as if someone robbed you of your emotions and reasoning. You stood there like a living statue.

"Y/N now listen to me carefully you are going to do whatever I say okay?"

"Yes." You nodded in a mechanical fashion. Agatha walked towards you.

"Is she ready?"

"Yes Lady Layman”

"Good then bring her to the altar."

“Was the hypnosis necessary?”

“You got a better idea to make your non believer half witch willingly go through her baptism?” Agatha quipped.

“No” He answered lowly.

“Then bring her outside fast midnight is approaching, the blood moon will appear soon.” She ordered.

The party moves outside, where the moon is at its fullest and begins to turn red. With midnight approaching, everyone rushes off into the woods. Tom took you to a gate burning with blue flames, you pass through the blue flames unharmed and arrive at your baptism, where the Holland's, Osterfield's, Layman's, and many other important delegates are in attendance.

"All this grandeur for a half breed's baptism, how pathetic is that?" Zendaya quipped, rolling her eyes.

The priest assigned for your baptism arrived at the altar.

"Welcome daughter of Night"

"Who presents this girl for unholy baptism?" He reckons.

"I do." Nikki states.

"We are gathered here in these woods in the presence of our dark lord, with all the souls, the living and the dead, of our coven

the most unholy church of dark." He addresses.

"Kneel child." You kneel in front of him in your trance.

The priest smears blood over your forehead and read you your rights and demands your loyalty.

"There is no law beyond. Do what thou wilt." He states.

"Our dark lord asks -

" Would you like to be happy child, to be free?"

"Free to love and to hate? To be what nature meant you to be, true to her laws and yourself only?" you stay numb Tom takes the initiation.

"Say yes Y/N."

"Yes, father." You say as you were told.

"Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel, who preferred the loss of Heaven to that of his pride?"

"Yes, father."

"In exchange for this belief, you shall be granted powers that will enable you to be of service to the dark lord."

"Y/N Warren are you willing to forsake the path of light and follow the path of night wherever it may lead you?"

"I am"

"And are you willing to place our dark lord above all others in your life, be it your loved ones, friends, family." you pause for a moment but under the hypnosis spell even if you wanted to but you couldn't make your own decisions.

"I ...am"

"Then it's time to sign his book." The weather started to deteriorate as strong winds started to blow and thunder rumbling at a distance could be heard.

Meanwhile at your home your mother was turning restless with the sudden change in the weather she ran to your Aunt Rose's room.

"Rose what's happening?"

"It's about time Martha." Rose says coldly.

"What do you mean? Where is Y/N?" Martha panicked.

"Don't worry she will be fine but for some people this is the beginning of their end"

"Mom what's happening?" Erica came running too.

"Oh Erica you are here can you fetch me the ancestral calcified bowl." Erica did as she was told.

"Martha give me the ashes of Amber." She handed over a bottle of ash as Rose poured it in the bowl. She lit the candles around the bowl with her magic and chanted.

"Here and now

I evoke the elemental force of Fire

the flames of creativity and passion

dancing source of heat, light and life.

I seek the flowing forge within

I call you forth to burn away

All that impedes my highest vision

And to enact change in the world

Lightning and hearth

Hearth and forge

Fire, I call thee hence"

Rose focused on the ashes in the bowl as flames erupted in it.

"Y/N wake up, recognize your true self"

“Phasmatos Incendia Ignis absumet Ignarious. Ignarious! Ignarious Ignalusa”

Meanwhile you were standing at the altar and an ancient book was kept open on the flat stone in front of you. The priest took a knife and made an incision on your hand as a drop of blood flowed down from the cut on the page. Tom was behind you as the priest signalled him to proceed; he took your hand with the pen to sign your name in the book. Just when you were about to sign the Dark Lord’s Book of the Beast with your blood, Rose's invocation ritual broke the hypnosis spell on you and you were snapped out of your trance. The fog that clouded your mind got lifted as you felt light headed. It took awhile for you to process what was happening around you.

"You swear to obey without any question any order you may receive from tHe dark lord, or from any figure He placed in authority over you."

"In signing you swear to give your mind, body, and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our lord satan." The priest went on.

"No!!" You yanked your hand away from Tom's grasp.

"What do you mean no child?" the priest frowned.

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?!" You looked around in confusion.

"Tom what's going on? Where's Jane?!" you look at him with panic stricken eyes.

"Y/N,love, listen to me this is for your own good just complete the ritual"

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank because it's not funny."

"You think you are sick with some neural disease that is why you can't feel warmth. Y/N don't you understand that you are not human." Tom tried to make you understand.

“Tom why are you so up to prove that I’m some sort of psychic?”

''You are a smart girl Y/N don't tell me the visions you get doesn't seem real? That you didn't light up a candle just by focusing your mind on it." agatha quipped.

"You are a half witch Y/N magic runs in your blood and to reach your full potential you have to submit to our Dark Lord"

"Whatever I maybe there is another path for me. A third way. And even if there isn't, my name is Y/N Warren, and I will not sign it away!" you stated.

"If you don't complete the ritual then you have to face the wrath of the dark lord." Agatha warned.

"The only thing I'm gonna do is to get away from you jackass people."

The coven tries to stop you from escaping as everyone chanted in unison.

“Crescere arbor”

While you attempt to escape you become entangled in magical possessed vines which held you to your place.

"Why can't I move?" you struggled to free yourself.

"You're not leaving unless and until you complete the ritual."

Suddenly the stone of your antique necklace starts glowing, emitting a reddish orange aura which just grew in intensity as time passed blinding your eyes. A sudden rage started to grow inside trying to burst out.

Your body was shaking imminently as the blazing inferno coursing inside you was becoming too much for your body to handle. You forced your eyes open and a chill ran down the spines of everyone present for the ceremony. You irises appeared like burning coals of fire.

They flashed with anger, a burning animosity growing in your amber orbs. Tom couldn't recognize you anymore you appeared to be a totally different person.

Flares started erupting from your hands soon turning into flames ready to engulf anyone that came in your way. The flames spread to the magical vines holding you as they were burned into ashes setting you free. You gasped as you looked at your hands on fire.

"What's happening?! What did you guys do to me?!" You panicked.

"Y/N, love calm down. Just try to control it"

"I can't!!'' You growled

"I can help, just let me help you Y/N"

"No! Don't come near me." You warned with a hoarse voice. A ring of fire formed around you.

"Tom do something or she will burn down the whole forest." Harrison said in panic.

''You've nothing to fear no one will do you any harm."

"Just calm down and everything will be fine. Close your eyes and focus, love"

You closed your eyes taking in measured breaths trying to calm yourself. It worked as the raging inside you dissipated. Your hands were no more on fire.

"Suctus Incendia" everyone chanted in unison and the fire died down.

You on the other hand felt weak and drained out as you collapsed on the ground unconscious.

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 5 years ago

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Hurt S/o! | Shikamaru + Kiba + Shino | ANGST + Fluff | HC’s

Request: This is my first request so please forgive and correct me if I do something wrong. I was wondering if you could maybe do an angsty headcanons for Shikimaru, Kiba, and Shino from Naruto’s reaction to their S/O getting seriously injured protecting them. If the S/O recovers or dies and the enemy is all up to you, I’ve just noticed a real lack in content for them and I’m craving it hard. Please and thank you!

Word Count: 1953 words

Page Count: 5.5 pages

A/N: i got so caught up in writing this it became way too long lmao. im sorry i forgot about naruto :( but i hope you do enjoy the rest! i made sure to end everything well. i have a shit ton of angst requests so i thought id leave this on a happier note :)

Tags: @bipolartryingtosurvive

Shikamaru Nara

- I could see this being during the Hidan fight.

- Hes set the plan in motion at that point.

- And you’re to make sure Hidan is distracted for the time being .

- Hidan may be an ass, but he isn’t dumb.

- He notices how you are keeping him from Shikamaru.

- Fucking LIVID

- You notice how hes shifting your fight closer to Shikamaru until he gets to the point where he definitely can get a deep slash into the Nara.

- You knew he was trying to get to him.

- You were fast, one of the fastest in the village, but that was because you were fairly weak when it came to strength.

- You tried to zip around, gaining speed and momentum, and within seconds- right when Hidan was going to bring his scythe down on Shikamarus neck, you slammed your body to his side.

- Shikamaru flew away as Hidan managed to get a large and deep slash into your body; you felt it start from under the right side of your ribs, curving across your stomach, and finally finished above your left knee.

- You didn’t feel it until you fell to the ground- shock really is a bitch.

- And then you felt the dull sting grow and blood dripped from the wound.

- The stinging grew into a pulsing and unbearable ache, and you knew for a fact he cut through each muscle in the way of his scythe, but your organs were nipped ( at best ) in the process.

- You couldn’t hear what was going on.

- You heard your heart beat in your ears, it was deafening, but you focused on your breathing and trying to keep calm.

- You trained for this- having a close friend beat your ass near death so you could focus on remaining in a state where you could prolong the inevitable.

- Yeah you thought of the most wild scenarios, and managed to prepare for them- turns out it worked out well.

- Once Hidan is buried Shikamaru went straight to you, managing to help out with Ino and Choji, stopping some of the bleeding while getting you to the village.

- You’re passed out at that point, so Ino cauterizes the wounds ends, the part under your ribs and the entire thigh.

- Shikamaru starts freaking at this point, he almost passes out, and Choji has to get his ass back together.

- Once you get back to the village Tsunade is ready to go, with Sakura by her side your ass isn’t ending up on that stone.

- It takes about four hours to get you all settled, and into a private room, out of critical.

- He’d stay by your bedside, your hand in his till you woke up.

- “Shika…?”

- “Oh my gods, [ Y/n ]!”

- “Hi”

- Your soft giggles helped ease this poor boys heart.

- “You look awful.”

- “Don’t look too hot yourself.”

- “Wow. Okay.”

- “Get up here, you need some sleep. And don’t even deny it.”

- He took off the bulky clothes, only in his pants and tank top, climbing in next to you as you settled your head on his chest.

- “Thank you for taking care of me,”

- “Thank you for not dying.”

Kiba Inuzuka

- Being in Anbu had its ups and downs.

- But mostly downs.

- Okay. Only downs.

- But you managed to find your light, in a childhood friend and now lover.

- Though- he managed to act more like a puppy than a boyfriend at times.

- You didn’t mind though, and you lived your life peacefully after having to leave Anbu due to an injury that limited your eyesight greatly and it hindered all sight starting at arms length.

- Though, when in Anbu, its always- ALWAYS expected to have an old rival or two come back for more, even when one is retired.

- And here you were, walking through the forest with Kiba and Akamaru, talking about his past mission with Hinata and Shino.

- He got so excited to tell you that he didn’t notice the shift in scents in the air, and you couldn’t see ahead or through your peripheral.

- It happened so fast.

- Too fast.

- One second you were smiling with his arms around your waist, his chin on your head as you both laughed with Akamaru yipping.

- The next you were slipping from his arms, and blood was pooled at his arms, the slash at your neck was gruesome.

- Your hands went to your neck as Kiba yelled, Akamaru going after the person who came from the shadows.

- “No. No. No. No. No. No. [ Y/n ], NO!” He was panicking, picking you up quickly as a hand wrapped around your throat, gripping it so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe.

- Almost.

- You learned to stay calm in situations like this, and with Kiba’s harsh grip you didn’t have to waste any energy to help with the bleeding, so you focused on breathing and not getting your heart to pump too fast.

- “Tsunade! Fuck- get a medical nin! Now!”

- He yelled, running into the village again, where many were coming to help you out.

- Akamaru had come back by then, his mouth bloodied as well, but nothing else- indicating he got a good bite on the fucker.

- You made it to the hospital before you lost consciousness, making Kiba worry even more, because THAT was never a good sign.

- He had to be the one to lay you down on the table and his grip never wavered, getting into a sterile room and waiting for some instruction.

- He was freaking out inside, he wanted to cry and let go, just hold you- but you would die if any of that were to happen.

- He had to stay calm for you.

- He wasn’t going to let you die.

- The tell him to let go quickly and all hands go to your neck, working quickly to stop the bleeding, while a nurse came to get Kiba cleaned up and situated.

- His mom even came to help the boy, who looked dead while staring at your room, not even wanting to go in.

- “Boy."

- Oh did she go off, telling him to go to his girlfriend and be a man.

- He did want to go, but he couldn’t help but feel so… helpless.

- "Helpless? Helpless! Boy, you do understand you just saved your girls life? That if you weren’t there she’d be laying there dead?”

- Kinda rocked his shit, but thanks mom.

- He went into your room alone first, your neck was bandaged and you looked pale, with blood and other IV fluids being attached to your arms.

- He noticed the especially dark bruise on your neck.

- It could have been either from his hand or the surgery, but he still felt bad.

- His mom came in and sat with him on the other side of you.

- They both held your hands and visited you till you woke up.

- “I lived bitch.”

Shino Aburame

- I honestly can’t see his S/o getting hurt so bad.

- Because when you think about it his bug control is OP AF.

- Like he can essentially control you with a bug.

- I would go with someone would be after him, but since they can’t get to Shino- you would be the best option.

- Get hurt him physically so lets do it mentally and emotionally :)

- Poor boy

- I could see this being when your both adults, and teaching the younger generations, including your kids :)

- And you’re chilling on your house rooftop, that you’ve decorated with couches and tables and such, even hanging lights around.

- You had Shino build a retractable sliding glass on top in case it rains.

- If you’re having trouble imagining this- think Fast and Furious ending where everyone is eating dinner together.

- Yeah that’s ya’ll with the rest of the group :)

- You’re relaxing, reading a book and curled into the couch and drinking some tea or coffee or hot cocoa ( THEY’RE ALL VALID )

- You had gotten up a second to go to the large chest you had near one of the tables, to pick out a fluffy blanket.

- You never noticed how someone had mixed a poison into your drink, because they were gone before you could even decide on a blanket.

- Your kids would have been home soon, and they knew you liked to hang out up here, especially Shino since he kept the bees up here.

- You settled down and read some more, before taking sips of your drink.

- You noticed it tasted weird, and you had gotten up to check it out you felt your head get light, and your throat was stinging- making you cough horribly.

- You honestly felt like death was coming for you, and you knew something was wrong, but by the time you had gotten to the door you fell down and struggled to breathe.

- “Hey mom, Aponi kicked me-”

- “Shut up! Adonis don’t be- Mom!”

- “Mom?!”

- Your kids started freaking out, with your little girl noticing how strange you looked and saw the cup that was broken at your side.

- “Addy! Get dad! Mom drank something!”

- “Alright! Stay there- I’ll be back!”

- They managed to get their dad and Uncle Kiba, with Aponi looking to the cup- having some of her bugs recognize what was in it.

- “Dad! Its Saifu Ants! Someone poisoned mom with Saifu ants!”

- Shino had gotten some for himself and used their toxins to create an antidote.

- You were currently at the hospital, and declining rapidly, stressing out everyone around you.

- Even Naruto came and the dude is Hokage and is busy as hell.

- “You should all be prepared for the worst.”

- Everyone’s hearts dropped, and Shino couldn’t be there- he was helping making the antidote.

- It took about 20 more minutes until Shino came rushing in with it.

- Everyone made their way to your room and god.

- You were so pale, you honestly looked dead. Your kids only knew you were alive due to the heart monitor and your weak chalkra signature, your breathing was supported by a machine and even then your lungs sounded horrible.

- God Shino worked as hard as he could so fast.

- He felt like his heart stopped, that everything was moving too fast for him and he was going to pass out.

- Thank god his eyes were covered cause he had tears in them the entire time.

- He felt his soul ripping apart, what would he do if you left him so soon? The kids?

- You had gotten the antidote in time- but not before the poison had it’s time with you.

- Your lungs were destroyed and your heart was weak, your muscle was torn down.

- But you made it back to them.

- Everyone held a sigh of relief.

- You were a little off at first- still sleepy and slurring.

- After a few month you were able to leave- with everyone visiting you in the meantime with what had been going on in the village.

- Once you made it home you collapsed on your bed with Shino, easing his heart just a bit.

- Your kids jumped in too, snuggling up to both of you, with Aponi on your chest and Adonis on your stomach.

- “You scared us. Please, don’t do that again.”

- “It’s okay. I told you. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

- “Like I’d want to.”

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sortasirius · 5 years ago

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“The Trap” and The Confession

Coming to you live from my coffin this evening: this episode ripped me apart in about ten thousand ways and I am grateful for it.

Oh boi oh boi is this L O N G.

Tbh, I’m going to gloss over a lot of the Chuck/Sam/Eileen stuff, let’s get to what we’re all here for: what in the FUCK that Destiel content was.

So, we all spec’ed a lot about the return of Purgatory, I specifically talked about what Purgatory meant for Dean and Cas’ relationship in season 8, and man oh man, Bobo Berens didn’t disappoint.

Let’s kick it off with, once they get inside Purgatory, Dean literally immediately wants to split up, and ngl, I kinda groaned internally, thinking that’s how we get the prayer or whatever, but my mans Cas is having NONE of it.

“Yeah we’ll also improve our odds of getting lost or killed. Come on.”

And Dean??? Doesn’t even argue?? He’s just like ur right let’s go. Ok king.

And when they catch that Leviathan, and the way Dean looks at Cas when Cas like force throws him into a tree.....like go adjust ur pants dude lmao.

I just felt, up until that scene, that Dean was teetering on the edge of saying something to Cas, like Cas is clearly still kinda mad and doesn’t want to talk but Dean does, he keeps looking at him and making little jokes and stuff...an idiot in love.

Also hey guys I will not, under any circumstances, accept that my man Benny is dead ok thanks for allowing me this sidenote.

“I know you’re sorry, Cas. About Bel, about mom-”

“I was talking about Jack. I already apologized to you, you just refuse to hear it.”

Woof.

“Sorry I brought it up. Maybe if you didn’t just up and leave us-”

“You didn’t give me a choice. You couldn’t forgive me, and you couldn’t move on. You were too angry. I left, but you didn’t stop me.”

At this point I believe that my jaw had literally hit the floor. Because, I want y’all to think, NAME ME a similar scene, post a breakup like Dean and Cas had, that isn’t romantic? Yeah, I couldn’t think of one either.

So Dean really tried it, huh? Tried to make Cas’ leaving about Cas and not what Dean did? Which we’ve seen so many times from him, but finally Cas is pushing back and refusing to accept that, refusing to rollover and just let Dean win the argument, he makes Dean think, makes him think about his anger, why he pushed Cas away.........can we give Berens the Nobel Peace Prize pls?

I do wanna say that Berens and Singer did a masterful job heightening the tension between scenes. Like the bleak future scenes that Sam was watching vs. Purgatory. A really well done episode all around.

Cas gets taken by the Leviathan, trapped in an angel trap, Dean gets knocked out, and when he comes to he’s alone, the area and the shot almost a direct comparison of the first shot on season 4, when Cas pulled Dean out of hell.

And then there we were, my heart was literally racing, I had to stand up and get as close to my TV as I possibly could, but man, even though they warned us about the confession, good GOD.

Dean’s desperate, he’s breathing too hard, looking everywhere for Cas, screaming his name, and then he just collapses, he just breaks in half:

“Cas? Cas I hope you can hear me. That wherever you are, it’s not too late. I shoulda stopped you. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go, cause that was easier than admitting I was wrong. I don’t know why I get so angry. I just know that- I know that it’s always been there, and when things go bad, it comes out. And I, I can’t stop it. No matter how bad I want to, I just can’t stop it. And I, I forgive you, of course I forgive you. I’m sorry it took me so long- I’m sorry it took me til now to say it. Cas, I’m so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. Okay.”

So uh. Yeah.

Listen, I know I’m not the only one that thought this, but damn, damn if that wasn’t the most double sided speech ever. Sure, it’s an apology, he’s sorry that he pushed Cas away, but....what else?

We talk to much about how Dean projects this macho, masculine persona, when we all know he’s a big nerd who loves comic books, bad scary movies, cucumber water, and Taylor Swift. He isn’t, he’s never been the macho man he so desperately wanted to be, and to me, that prayer wasn’t only an apology for pushing Cas away, it was an apology for not being able to see, until now, what was right in front of his eyes. That he loses it every time Cas is gone, that he was willing to spend a year in Purgatory looking for Cas the first time, that he would do anything, cross any line, go down any road, for Cas.

“I’m sorry it took me so long-”

He cuts himself off there, but the unsaid words hang in the air “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how I feel about you.”

This scene is just so fucking painful, Dean never cries like this, he never loses it like this, but this confession, this declaration to Cas, it drags all of these pent up emotions, all that shit that he feels for Cas that he has tried, for literal years, to tamp down, comes out all at once.

I’ve said for a long time that Dean gets angry and takes things out on Cas because he’s angry about how he feels about Cas, and pushing Cas away is easier than accepting just how deep his feels run for Cas, but he told Sam that he felt “pure” in Purgatory once, and I feel like he almost just....couldn’t lie, if that makes sense.

And, just like every other time in Purgatory, Cas doesn’t show up, and Dean pulls himself together and does what he’s always done in Purgatory: he keeps looking for the angel.

When they find each other, sweet baby Cas curled up by a tree. That hug, the way that Dean grips Cas like he’s clinging to a liferaft. Lay me to rest.

“Okay Cas, I need to say something.”

“You don’t have to say it. I heard your prayer.”

This snippet is so little and awkward and they’re looking at each other like people look at their crushes and I’m just really really really soft okay?

And then, for our grand finale, the Sam/Eileen scene:

“You should stay.”

“I wish I could. After what happened, I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

(Insert the sweetest goddamn Saileen kiss in the world)

“I know that was real.”

So........lets compare to 15x02:

“I’ll tel you what we do know: nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we’ve lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck. So, maybe you can stick your heard back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice. I can’t.”

“Dean. You asked what about all of this is real. We are.”

Yo. Are these writers serious? An absolutely direct damn parallel between Cas/Dean and Eileen/Sam and Sam and Eileen KISS? Ok guys, I’ll see myself out.

Bobo Berens has been one of my favorite writers for a long time. He knows how to make an episode flow, make it gutwrenching, funny, scary, romantic, all at the same time.

I answered an ask right after 15x02, when someone asked my why I didn’t want Buckner/Leming to get credit for canon DeanCas, and I stand by what I said: Bobo has always been one of the writers that understand them the best. He gets what they are: best friends that turned into something more, something so much more that Dean, in my opinion, doesn’t even have to say it out loud for it to be as incredibly obvious as it was. Berens is one of the people that deserves the credit for where Dean and Cas are today, that we even have to argue about what makes canon canon.

I spend so much time with this show, with these characters, that sometimes I feel like I need to take a step back and just fucking appreciate that this scene, this incredibly beautiful episode would never, in a million years, have happened without this showrunning team. Andrew Dabb and Bobo Berens are creating this literally masterful final season. I mean what I say when I say that each episode is better than the last, because they ARE, and Dean and Cas are right there, at the forefront, every time.

Dean Winchester’s growth into who he is is, in my opinion, one of the greatest character arcs in TV. He is NOT who he was in season 1, in season 4, in season 10. He’s grown so much, he’s so much more willing to be himself, to love what he loves openly, and that scene, that heartbroken, tearful confession where ten words said a thousand is even more than I could have ever asked for.

#my meta #spoilers #destiel #spn 15x09 #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #my writing #destiel meta #bobo berens #bye im gonna go write fic now

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just-messing-around · 4 years ago

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Ann's relationships

Dad

Ann loves her dad, but her view of him and their relationship is kinda sad.

Example 1: Every time she got hurt bad enough to go to the hospital and the doctors and nurses asked if she was doing ok while they worked on her, her response was usually something around the lines of 'my dad dealt with way worse, so I know I'm actually doing fine. You can go focus on people who need you more right now, I can wait.' Even if she was in a lot of pain. This got way worse after he was attacked by Tomura Shigaraki and the Nomu.

'I'm fine, Dad dealt with way worse than this, I have no right to complain about this pain. I just need to stop the bleeding and my body will do the rest.'

So, yeah, he finally had to pull her aside and tell her to stop comparing her pain and problems to others' because she needs to stop treating herself and her health like that, her health is important and just because she saw someone survive worse doesn't mean she should put off getting help. She still has this problem, but she's working on it now.

Example 2: She doesn't think that it's her dad's job to comfort her or emotionally support her. She thinks that his job is to teach her how to be a hero and teach basic parent things.

So her dad's job is to teach hero stuff and answer questions about things like puberty. But most things involved with that can be dealt with using the Internet. Or sending a text to her mom, since she doesn't trust that her father can help her with puberty problems because of the body differences. Dude, girl, he's more informed about this stuff than you give him credit for. He's an intelligent person, he's not an idiot, you can go to him. But he's not exactly complaining about getting to avoid those talks.

Anyways-

She does not think it's his job to:

Comfort her when she cries anymore

Give her pep talks

Attempt to help improve her confidence, self image or feelings of worth

Anything like that.

Most of the time, if she feels like she needs him, she'll cling to a plush toy of his hero sona that her mom gave her when she was younger, hugging that tight while crying instead of going to him for help.

However, she can actually no longer do that, because she gave it to Eri as a gift when they met.

'He was a part of your rescue mission. Because of that, I figured that there's a chance that this toy might offer comfort if you need it? Or something? You can always come to me if you need comfort or anything, but I figured it might be nice for you to have this just in case you'd prefer to hug something instead of coming to a person? Or if you get scared and need something to hug at night? Eh....when I try to explain it, it sounds kinda lame. But the point is; I hope that this can make you feel better if you ever need it.'

Eri

She's definitely gonna think of her as a little sister. She doesn't exactly know how to be a big sister, but she's gonna try to be a good sister for her. She's gonna slip up sometimes, but she's trying. Eri can forgive any small mistakes because she can see that Ann really is trying.

Raised voice? Eri is temporarily hurt, but forgives her when she says sorry and understands that whenever she does that, it's because she's overwhelmed with physical pain, stress, fear or really tired, not really because of negative feelings towards her. Ann had to explain that once, but Eri understands now and they have an easy time getting right back to normal.

She gives Eri a bad gift? Such as a scary book or something? Eri knows she isn't trying to make her uncomfortable, Ann just isn't used to little kids and has to put more thought into what is age appropriate. She'll get her a picture book or a kid's movie next time.

Ann is understanding of Eri, too.

She tries to avoid touching her until Eri gives signs that she's comfortable with it because she doesn't know what kind of issues her past caused. Maybe she's scared of being touched? Because that thought crossed her mind, she decides to stick to 'air hugs' until Eri shows signs of being comfortable with normal hugs and has each of them hold one end of a ruler as a replacement for holding hands until she says she's comfortable with it.

She tries to let Eri know that she can come to her for anything and that she shouldn't be afraid to do so. Had a nightmare? You can tell her about it. Thinking about her past? Tell her about it if you're comfortable with it? Thinking about her fears? Tell her about it. Just in need of a shoulder to cry on? Eri can count on her!

Present Mic

They didn't get off to a great start. She snapped at him about the issues she had with the entrance exam (?) Like how a part of what decides on if the person gets into UA or not is how many robots the kid can take down. She expressed her extreme anger about how the test favors people with physical quirks such as super strength, destructive voices, ect, while people like her dad, her and anyone with similar quirks (like Shinsou) can very easily be passed up despite having powerful and useful quirks, just because they're put up against machines instead of living things.

But after she got calmed down and reminded herself that he doesn't have any fault in it, that he's pretty much just the announcer for the rules of a test that has existed for years, she says sorry and they manage to have a much calmer, meaningful conversation about quirks and issues in the tests that schools like UA use to decide who can be a hero or not.

After that, she keeps talking to him here and there and they start acting similar to friends after school hours. They share music, share opinions, she jokes about how it's funny that so many students have such difficulty understanding his English lessons, tells him about study sessions she holds to tutor those students so they can get better grades in his class, they talk about the lives that heroes might get stuck with, heroes they look up to, different forms of entertainment (she got him to pick up a horror book. He bailed on that pretty quick), ect.

They also like to speak in English when it's just them. Keeps them both brushed up, ya know? She often expresses confusion about new slang or sayings in America that her American friends use when they text or call, which Mic laughs at.

'Mic, what the Hell is a 'vibe check' and why do people get hurt when they're checked? This meme my friend sent just makes no freaking sense.'

They end up spending a lot of time together and she starts seeing him as a 2nd father figure, even respecting what he has to say if he scolds her for something instead of brushing it off.

She wants him and her dad to get together. She'd love to have him as an official 2nd dad.

He also manages to frequently bring out her silly side, getting her to smile, laugh and joke around a lot. He also manages to help boost her confidence here and there and he often manages to lift her mood when she's upset.

Shinsou

They end up dating. Yes, they end up dating before the episode where they had him join in on the hero classes practice, so she doesn't have a crush on him in that post, they're in a relationship and she's displaying positivity for her boyfriend. But the other students don't know that, so I guess it can appear as a crush to them.

Anyways-

She skipped the sports festival, sneaking off and watching it on TV instead, because she refused to take part because she was scared that villains where watching it on TV to study the students in preparation for an attack on the school. She didn't want them to study her, she wanted to be a surprise to throw off the villains if they attacked some time after. (This also paid off because when they went to take the license test, nobody knew what her quirk was. She was the only person in her class to have that advantage and she didn't even plan it because she didn't know what to expect for the test.)

She saw him on TV and decided that she wanted to try befriending him. She wanted to train their quirks together. She would give him permission to practice his brainwashing on her (but she wrote down some limitations of what he can make her do, so no boundaries are crossed) and he would give her permission to practice her quirk on him for extra practice after school hours (but she promised to not practice paralyzing any of his organs, for obvious reasons).

So they started practicing together, talking, she kept showing that she was impressed with his quirk and abilities, kept giving him praise and encouragement, then they started hanging out like normal friends, too.

Eventually, they developed romantic feelings for each other and got together.

She often perks up around him and plays and jokes around with him. She's happier with him.

She also loves to hold hands, hug and cuddle. She probably craves physical affection because she hasn't gotten many hugs since she moved in with her dad and decides to seek it out from her partner in romantic relationships.

Her happiness and excitement shoot through the roof when he gets to participate in the practice for a shot to switch into one of the hero classes, she was with him and her dad, giving a helping hand for his training and preparation. She especially liked helping him out with the capture weapon, because up to that point, she was the only student that needed one, so she was more than happy to help her dad with teaching him about it. Now she has a friend that matches her and her dad, so she thinks that's cool, too.

'Scarf Buds'.

Iida

She respects him, but that doesn't stop her from socializing with him as if he was just a normal classmate instead of the class rep. She shares her thoughts and opinions about him. For example; if he claims that he was tricked into being a commercial during the festival?

'Yeah, that was kinda your own fault. You went into that knowing everyone was gonna be aiming for each other's throats, yet you still allowed the person you where supposed to fight put a bunch of equipment on you. Don't treat her like she's a díck, she was just trying to improve her future in the best way she could think of. You could've easily avoided that situation, too, if you just used your brain a bit more. You refused to work with Deku during the festival, but you let someone you didn't even know put a bunch of stuff on your body before fighting them? Honestly; I thought you would have better foresight than what you displayed. Accept your mistake, don't blame her for trying to improve her future by showing off what she can build to help heroes.'

This type of behavior surprises him, but he is kinda grateful for the view points she offers. The things she says helps him, in a way and he respects her for the fact that she's not really hesitant when it comes to saying these things. A friend can let you go on normally, but a good friend will bring issues to your attention. I imagine he'll try not to fall for the same tricks in the future, but I think it would've been better if he had someone say something like that to him.

Deku

Normal. she thinks he's a decent friend, but often says things like 'Jesus, Deku. You're way too perfect. I don't mean that as a compliment. Being too perfect is....not really very wise. I dunno, maybe since you're aiming to be the new symbol of peace, it'll help put most of the population at ease, but still be careful with that, mkay? Being too perfect can make people like me not trust those types of heroes. I mean, I trust you, but only because I've gotten to know you a bit, you're not just some random hero symbol to me, so I can trust you. But maybe there's a way to fix this issue for everyone like me that don't know you? I dunno....'

Easy to say; she frequently confuses him.

She just can't get him to understand what exactly she means, but he still makes an attempt to understand.

Other than the confusion and occasional scolding of mistakes during things like the exam and running off to save people when he's not allowed to, they get along pretty well.

I guess it's safe to say that she's not exactly part of the 'Deku Squad' since she voices problems and issues that she might have with him and doesn't go along with all of his wishes and plans like the others end up doing. So, not part of the group, but still a decent friend.

Uraraka

She tries to support her in small ways. She makes her lunches and invites her to join in on her special meals (since she can't trust what everyone else makes due to her celiac disease, she always has to make her own, personalized meals) because she wants to make sure she always gets food. Her making lunches for her keeps her from having to pay for school lunches. She does this because she's worried about her financial situation. It's not pity, don't get it confused, she's just making an attempt to support her in small ways.

Todoroki

She asks questions about his family. She doesn't get much info, but she found out that his mother is stuck in a hospital. Because of that, she assumes that she's lonely and asks him to send her letters that she writes sometimes. Since she doesn't know much about her, the letters mainly talk about everyday school life with her son and that she hopes she can meet her someday, but assumes that the only visitors allowed are her family members, so she doesn't think she can visit. This is just her attempting to make someone feel less lonely. She really would be interested in a face to face meeting someday, but she's not sure if it'll ever happen, so she's not holding her breath or anything.

Hero class B:

She doesn't like too many of those students. It's not because Class A is 'better' than Class B or anything, it comes down to the individual's personality.

That girl that has vine hair and always looks like she's praying and saying things like someone should be punished for pretty much any type of sin (unless I've been hearing her lines totally wrong lately)? She doesn't really feel comfortable around her. She assumes that she's too judgmental or something. She's fine being in the same room with her, but she doesn't want to have meaningful conversations with her.

The mushroom girl? Well, she hates mushrooms. She just gets freaked out by the appearances of all the different mushrooms, she hates the texture of mushrooms in food-

So a person who loves mushrooms to her degree isn't exactly someone she wants to spend a lot of time with. Especially if they work mushrooms into their sentences like referring to people as toadstools (again, unless I've been hearing them completely wrong. I haven't been able to get the subtitles to work for these last few episodes I've watched).

Just keep those things and words away from her. Again, she'll be fine talking to her for a short while, but she'll be uncomfortable.

The guy that can merge into the shadows? She just thinks the things he says and how he says them is creepy sometimes. She could be friends with him, but she doesn't really have much interest.

That guy that copies quirks and goes on and on with talking bad about class A? She doesn't like him for obvious reasons, but has slight concern that he only talks like that because he might actually have poor self esteem or a bad self image and is trying to hide it. So, she wants to give him a compliment here and there, to help him feel better, but at the same time, she doesn't wanna be in the same room as him.

She likes the steel guy and transfer student that has the horn quirk, though. Big fist girl? She's 'meh'.

All the other students, I haven't put much thought into when it comes to her opinions.

Yet.

I haven't finished the episodes where the classes train together. I finished some, but not all of them. I think I had to leave off on the one where Todoroki is in the fight.

Sato:

Well....she likes his personality. But, due to her celiac disease, she doesn't always feel comfortable with the idea of touching his hands. So, ya know, no high fives or anything unless she knows he hasn't done any baking for a while. Ya make cakes, ya get flour all over your hands. And I don't know about anyone else, but whenever I know someone just touched gluten, I can't help but think of them as 'dirty' for a while, unless I see them wash their hands right in front of me. And he bakes a lot of sweets, right? In that episode where the class goes around seeing each others' rooms and he offers everyone cake? While all the other girls where enjoying the cake and showering him in compliments, she went-

'Nononononononono!' While she quickly backed away with her hands in front of her as if to block an attack. (Not too far off. If that stuff gets in her body, it'll attack her small intestines. My own reaction to having gluten offered to me is similar.)

'Sorry, dude! I-uh-I'm sure it's delicious and I want to taste it, but I can't eat it. Sorry, dude.'

She explained it in better detail later and she taught him a gluten free cake recipe that she likes and they used her own cooking equipment that she stores in her room to keep it safe from cross contamination, so they got to eat some cake together and he's slowly learning about food limitations. He never offers her baked goods anymore, but she offers him to help her make gluten free treats to share with the class. Sometimes they have Eri help them out, too. Then Eri brings some of whatever they made to the teachers' dorm building to share with the teachers when she has to go back.

Bakugou:

Hm. She doesn't like him much. She doesn't think he has the heart to be a hero. Yeah, he can save lives, but he might make the people cry while saving them. She just imagines him saving kids from something, then he yells and insults them and the kids burst out in tears. She's really hoping nothing like that ends up happening when he becomes a pro. She's hoping to see him grow to a point where he can control his outbursts, at least when he's around children.

Everyone else that I can think of right now:

She doesn't have strong opinions about them. I think I covered everyone she has opinions about.

Maybe I'll come back and edit this after I watch more episodes, but I've had to work on this slowly because of the issues caused by recovering from my surgery and I'm tired of it sitting in my drafts.

This post needs to finally see the light of day, it needs to stop sitting in the dusty, old Drafts Box.

So here ya go, post! Be free on my blog! I'll edit you later, maybe.

This was meant to be a good peek into this oc, which will be my main MHA oc and the one I care most about because I can relate to her because I gave her some of my biggest physical issues and some of my mental issues, which I haven't went into yet.

So, this is the MHA oc that I'll talk most about and give the most info about. Especially since, as of writing this, I don't even have any other MHA ocs yet.

#ann simmons #ann simmons oc #eri #mha eri #eri mha #mr. aizawa #mr aizawa #aizawa #dadzawa #papazawa #mha oc #mha #iida tenya #shinsou hitoshi #present mic #just-#just so many characters #i dont wanna tag everyone #too many tags!

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beautifuljetblackheart · 5 years ago

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Fight - Sam Holland

A/N: I am back... I had a BIG writers block and COVID really fucked me up, but hopefully I actually update more stories. This was a request from a while ago, I am sorry that it took a while to get it done Summary: Sam was away for about a month and after a while of not hearing from him you began to worry, especially when a big event was coming up and you wanted him there. Warnings: None, just an argument Words: 1894

I played with my thumbs as I waited until it struck seven. The studio had chosen my pictures to present, I looked around to see if Sam had shown up, but nothing, maybe he would show up late. I really want him to show up since he wasn’t able to attend the last two days and today was the last day. Besides that they will leave the pictures up for another week and take them down.

As I presented each picture and what is the meaning behind it. Every chance I got I would search for Sam but nothing. I kept sending him messages if he was going to be dropping by anytime soon but nothing. He hasn't been texting me for almost two weeks. Maybe he lost his phone and forgot my phone number.

A few friends of mine showed up and congratulated me for being lucky to have my pictures shown in the studio. Nikki showed up with Paddy, Tuwaine showed up with Harrison and Tom, the three guys approached me, “these pictures are amazing!” Tuwaine smiled and hugged me

“Thanks, I’m happy you guys came by for my last introduction”

“Is Sam here?” Tom questioned

“No, has he not returned from the trip?”

“Yeah, he got here two days ago,” my heart sunk down

“What? He- got here two days ago?” I started to feel embarrassed, my own boyfriend not telling me he was already here

“He didn’t tell you,” I shook my head no. I felt water filling up my eyes

“I thought he lost his phone because he hasn’t answered any of my text”

“I can call him,” I shook my head again. Does he have his phone?

“No, it's whatever. He wants to be like that let him,” I walked away and to the back room and started to cry. How can he do this to me? Does he want to finish things? Did he find someone else? Why didn’t he just tell me he wanted to end things. I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I took deep breaths before I could walk out of the bathroom. When I got out I walked towards my pictures, “Y/N,” I turned to the side and saw a guy smiling, I would be lying if I said he wasn’t good looking, “I hope those are tears of happiness”

“I wish I could say that,” I let out a forced chuckle, god I hate myself right now

“I really liked your introduction and what the meaning behind each picture meant to you. The stories were quite interesting”

“Thank you”

“I would like to buy five of your pictures,” I was surprised

“You, would? Sorry, yeah, of course, I’ll bring the papers over, I’ll be right back,” I started to walk away but ran into a person, “sorry,” I walked to the back and grabbed the paperwork and went back out to the guy.

“I’m Ivan Goodsman, these pictures will be a good collection for my wife. She loves pictures. She loves to know what the mood was and why you took it, a picture can tell you a million words,” I gave him a nod

“I can also email you why I took it in case she actually wants to know”

“That will be perfect,” he handed me the papers back and I wrote down on top of each paper

“2B, 7B, 1C, 4C, and 5C”

“Those are actually my favorite, anyways, I’ll have them sent to the address you write down. You can do the payment either when they arrive or pay now”

“I’ll pay now”

“Cool,” the guy pulled out his checkbook and started to write down the amount. He ripped the check out of the book and handed it to me. “Thank you Mr.Goodsman,” I smiled

“Call me Ivan, I hope to see more of your work”

“Thank you for buying,” he smiled and walked away. I can’t wait to tell- no,I can be petty too. I let out a deep breath and continued walking around. By the end of the night I didn’t see Sam. I went back to my apartment, I took my shoes off and sat on the couch. I grabbed my phone and dialed Harry, as he shared the same interest.

“Hello”

“Hey Harry”

“Dude I saw that you sold some pictures that’s amazing! Who bought it?”

“A guy name Ivan Goodsman”

“Goodsman? As in the Ivan Goodsman? Holy shit they are very well known”

“He told me that his wife enjoyed looking at the pictures because they have many different meanings and stuff”

“Their kids are talented. One is in the soccer team, one is a good golf player, the other one is a popular well known photographer and the last one is a designer”

“Wow. Talented people”

“The mother, she’s also a designer, photography pictures help her get inspired. Maybe her next collection will be inspired by you. The father, he’s the manager of a hotel or something, I don’t know much of him”

“Holy crap”

“Lucky you”

“Anyways, Tom mentioned that Sam arrived a few days ago”

“Oh, yeah”

“I just need to talk to him, can I stop by?”

“He is going to hate me for this but at this moment I don’t care. Come on over,” my heart started to race, I was somewhat hoping he would’ve said no but it’s now or never. I grabbed the keys and out the door I went.

I stood in front of the Holland's house, I rang the doorbell hearing Tessa barking. The door went wide open and I saw Nikki, she smiled widely as she stepped aside, “Harry told me that you met Ivan Goodsman, how was that?”

“He’s an attractive man”

“Common Nikki she came to see Sam, stop hogging her, that was a very beautiful collection,” Dom went next to Nikki

“Thank you, is Sam in his room?”

“Yes, go right up,” I excused myself and went upstairs to Sam’s room, I let out a sigh and knocked on the door hearing a faint ‘come in,’ I opened the door and stepped inside. Sam’s back was facing me probably on his computer.

“Hi,” he turned around, finally seeing him after three weeks

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” I looked at him confused

“What am I doing here? Seeing my boyfriend that I haven’t seen in three weeks and Tom told me you arrived two days ago. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you lose your phone?

“I needed time to think”

“Sam, what is going on. You have been avoiding me for almost two weeks, you couldn’t send me a message telling me that you arrived or that you needed time to think. You went awol on me, are you mad at me?” I tried staying calm but I was getting furious towards him.

“I just need time to think and figure things out okay, I don’t need to tell you what I’m doing every single time”

“I’m not asking you to, all I wanted you to do was to tell me that you were doing okay and that you arrived home safely”

“Well I arrived safely home”

“I know. Your brother told me and thanks for coming to my opening. Your family was there, even Tuwaine and Harrison, but you weren’t. I wanted you there, since my parents weren’t able to make it”

“Opening for what?” I scoffed

“My gallery, I texted you two weeks before my presentation and you said that you will make it for the last day, I even texted you if you were on your way, thanks for showing up”

“I needed to think okay, what part do you not understand”

“I understand, I just don’t understand why you couldn’t tell me. Just forget about it. I’m going home,” I opened the door and walked downstairs saying a quick goodbye before leaving. Does this mean that we are done? I went back home. I didn’t know what to do or think.

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I woke up on the couch, I looked at my phone to check the time and hoping Sam would’ve texted me. The only notification I had was an email on Spotify’s newest music release. I guess this means it is over between us. I grabbed my sweater and saw the check, maybe a trip to the bank will be good for me. I got ready and off I went.

After a walk to the bank I walked to the store to buy ice cream, I grabbed my favorite ice cream and headed to the check out. When I was paying I saw the one person I wasn’t expecting to see, Sam smiling with his ex girlfriend, Erica. I grabbed my ice cream and quickly left, the way back home I felt tears streaming down my face.

I ate my ice cream in silence, the tv was off my phone was on do not disturb mode. Half way through my ice cream there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door, it was Sam holding flowers. He had a sad face on. “What do you want Sam”

“Can we talk,” I stepped aside. He handed me the flowers and we walked to the living room and set the flowers on the coffee table.

“Y/N, I am sorry. I know what I did was wrong. I was just stressed out and we didn’t have enough time to be on our phones. I know it’s not an excuse. I saw a picture of you and a guy together and you seemed so happy”

“What guy, I haven’t been out. I’ve been working on my pictures for a month”

“I don’t know, someone sent me a picture of you and a guy,” Sam showed me a picture

“I don’t even know who that guy is, and that dress, I haven’t worn that dress for a year. I would never cheat on you”

“I am sorry. My mom came to my room after you left. She knew something was wrong. She told me how you've been working extra hard to have your pictures up and going over on what you would be saying. This morning I stopped by the studio and saw the pictures. I am proud of you and I am so sorry”

“I saw you and Erica at the store”

“I ran into her, she asked how you were doing and I told her that you were doing great since you presented your pictures and had a well known guy buy a few pictures from you. I was smiling because I was happy that you achieved a goal that you’ve had for so long. I honestly believe she was the one that sent me that photo. Y/N, please forgive me,” I let out a sigh.

“You saw my pictures?”

“Yes, they were amazing. My mom even showed me a video she took and showed it to me”

“Okay, I forgive you, but next time you are gone for a month and don’t text me back we are done. Got it?”

“Loud and clear, can we cuddle because I really missed you,” I kissed him and got up, “are we moving this to your room?”

“I am putting my ice cream in the freezer, but let’s go take a nap in my room”

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halowastaken · 4 years ago

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Why I Left (chapter8)

read it in ao3!

Summary:

“You are kidding, right?” Peter just shook his head slowly “Kid I’ve offered you multiple jobs here, paid internships, you could be one of the board members if you wanted to and you know that. If you’re looking for a job, please, I beg you, work here” Tony insist “My answer is gonna stay the same” Peter says rolling his eyes “Peter I will literally pay you for doing what you already do. I don’t beg for absolutely anything and I am begging you” Peter raises an eyebrow “If I wanted to work in a bigass tech company, I would definitely work for Hammer Tech” Peter teases

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He skipped school the next day. Spent the whole night coding. He figured it out. However at this point the coding would be considered as 'hacking' by experts. Peter Parker, a sixteen year old from Queens, managed to hack FRIDAY and Karen overnight with nothing else other than his laptop, a single can of redbull, and a broken heart. He didn't feel good but he didn't care. The only person that he fully trusted stabbed him in the back. There were lots of emotions involved. He feels like he deserved it, because of how bad he is, he also feels betrayed for obvious reasons, he is mad because he let himself be fooled by it, but right now? He was numb. He had just one goal and it was to make the code unbreakable. And he was gonna get there no matter what. After all Tony Stark was the guy that taught him how to code. It took time but he got there eventually. When the protocol is activated, every live information will stop till it’s deactivated. That way, nobody can track him or know his vitals or contact him. Like he is gone. Now it was part two of the plan. Peter is going to tell everything to Tony and then disappear. He had to wait till next thursday but it was just a matter of time. When Thursday finally arrived, Peter immediately went to the Tower right after school. He didn’t even tell Happy that he was gonna swing his way there. When he arrived there Peter opened his room’s door and changed his clothes. Then went down to the lab without saying anything to FRIDAY. Tony was predictable enough to know that he is in the lab “Mr Stark” Peter says announcing his presence in the lab. Tony just cringed when he heard Peter “Cut it out kid. You know you can call me Tony” Peter just rolled his eyes “There’s something important I need to tell you, Mr stark” Tony turned around and smiled. A really comforting smile “Sure kid. Just ask for anything. Consider it done” And that’s when it clicked. “I may not be coming here for a few weeks” Peter days looking down. Tony’s smile dropped “What? Why? What happened?” Tony asks “May said that because I am sixteen should start helping them financially so I am going to get a job” Tony blinked at Peter’s answer “I even have an interview tomorrow as a photographer for the daily bugle” “You are kidding, right?” Peter just shook his head slowly “Kid I’ve offered you multiple jobs here, paid internships, you could be one of the board members if you wanted to and you know that. If you’re looking for a job, please, I beg you, work here” Tony insist “My answer is gonna stay the same” Peter says rolling his eyes “Peter I will literally pay you for doing what you already do. I don’t beg for absolutely anything and I am begging you” Peter raises an eyebrow “If I wanted to work in a bigass tech company, I would definitely work for Hammer Tech” Peter teases “I am gonna pretend you didn’t just say that. But please kid. Working here will look beautiful in a college application. And you won’t even need an interview. I have had the paperwork in my nightstand for a while now. You just need to sign it” Tony insists “I don’t think you got the part of ‘helping financially’ you know?” Tony glares at him “If you want a million dollars the minute you can just tell me. You say a number, I’ll make it happen” Peter raises an eyebrow “Tony, I really don’t feel comfortable working for you” Peter says. That doesn’t stop Tony “Thirty dollars the hour for every time you come here” Peter’s eyes widened “Tony! That is a lot of money! As in ‘more than the average teenager salary’ a lot of money!” Peter says “I can make it more if you want too” Tony adds “You know what? I’ll sign the damn paper if you don’t do that and just shut up so we can finally finish that damn robot” Peter says and Tony ruffles his curls “I’ll go look for the paperwork” And that is how Peter got away with it. Peter knows Tony enough to know that if he was looking for a job, Tony wouldn’t stop till he accepted any kind of job offer. Also, he knows that Tony will start to suspect something if he accepted right away, so he played hard. Tony had become predictable. That’s what got him. When Peter came home the next day, he told Ben that he got a job and that he quitted the internship. He also hid the MIT sweater right next to where he hides his spidersuit. Nowhere to be found. And the code? Peter called the protocol the ‘sicko mode’. It worked like a charm. If Peter didn’t know better, he would say that Tony would be disappointed. Ben would also be disappointed. May would be disappointed. But he knew better. Tony really didn’t care about him, and obviously Ben didn't either and May is not around. Even if she was, Peter highly doubts that she ever cared. In school this whole charade was harder. MJ’s been skeptical since the beginning but she hasn’t taken action, but that means that Ned is on her side because Ned knows that MJ is always right. Actually everyone knows that. “I am just asking, ok? If there was something going on in your life, you would tell us, right?” Ned asks and Peter rolls his eyes “Yep. I am fine guys. I swear” Peter says for the fifth time just since they entered the cafeteria “Are you coming to decathlon practice then?” MJ asks and Peter sighs “I told you I can’t. Mr. Stark needs me in the lab” Peter says, you know, like a liar “You’ve gone to ‘the lab’ everyday for two weeks now. The team needs you, loser” MJ says frustrated. Peter knows that. He knows perfectly well that without him the team could lose. “I am sorry. I promise I will tell him that I need a break from the lab” That was another lie. MJ sighed “Forgive me if I don’t believe you” MJ says going back to her book “I forgot! My mom bought the baby yoda Lego set!” Ned said changing the subject “Dude! No way! How many pieces?” Peter says excited “A thousand and seventy three! We gotta do it soon!” Ned says getting more excited “You two are actual losers. That’s why nobody hangs out with you” MJ says without looking up from her book “You hang out with us” Peter says raising an eyebrow and MJ scoffs “Do I?” MJ asks. Sometimes she can really be weird. Peter still liked her. He has to admit that after Liz, Peter had a crush on her, but he prefers being just friends now. The last thing he wants to worry about was his lovelife Truth is today didn’t suck. At least school didn’t. Right after school Peter went to the alley and got changed there. "Hello Peter" Karen says and Peter smiles "Hey Karen. Initiate 'sicko mode' please" Peter says shooting the first web to the building in front of him "Sicko mode activated. All live connections were cut" Karen says making Peter smile in sign of satisfaction "Thanks dear. So, what do you have for me?" Peter asks "There's a woman being robbed two streets to the left" Karen informed. It was gonna be a long night. Patrolling at night was ten times better. Peter loved seeing all the lights at night ot New York. He could enjoy the beauty of the only place in the world he knows. And the people that lived there were not the biggest fans of Peter, but they loved Spiderman. They needed Spiderman. Spiderman was the kind of hero that you can reach out when you’re being mugged or something like that. Something in the friendly neighbor level. Even though Peter knew he could do more he prefers laying low till it’s necessary. While Peter was patrolling in the other side of the city, there was our favorite man of iron in the lab not really doing lab "So you hired peter but decided to not tell May" Pepper asked "I forgot! And I am gonna tell her, ok? She will be proud of him, as she should" Tony says grabbing his phone "Can you put it on speaker?" Pepper asks and Tony just smiles and does as she asks. It took awhile for someone to answer the phone and Tony was disappointed when someone did answer "Who are you and why are you calling this number?" Tony and Pepper looked at each other when they heard a very not so chill Ben “Mr. Parker. This is Pepper Potts. Can I please speak to your wife for a second?” Pepper asked before Tony could say anything “Is this some kind of joke?!” Ben asks almost yelling “Uhh no? We want to talk to her about Peter” Tony clarified. After a few seconds Ben just sighted “Whatever he did, I will talk to him later. Have a nice day” Before Tony could argue back Ben hung up on them Pepper and Tony looked at each other thinking the exact same thing. There is something going on.

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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Two. Part 2

The way I didn’t think this would have happened, I didn’t think global singer Rihanna would be acting this way with me. I have still yet to reply back to that message, I don’t understand why she is being this way. I feel it’s irrational to say the least, I feel bad for most part because it’s Seiko birthday and she booked time away too “you can’t sit there with that glum face bro” downing the rest of my vodka and coke “I am getting another drink, want one?” I offered “not for me” nodding my head walking off to the bar, I am not about to get drunk, but I need some alcohol in me for this, drunken thoughts are not the best thing. This situation has taken a turn, a turn I didn’t think would happen, I know the friendship we had was the best, I adore her so much and she does make me happy but this behaviour, it’s odd from her but also maybe she has changed, I mean of course she has changed. Leaning against the bar to be served, I am stuck between my girlfriend and my best friend that I do adore so much, she has a man go and speak to him but also maybe she just wanted me, but this whole love situation, maybe I am to blame with getting back in her life, maybe I’ve ruined her whole little bubble “what would you like?” Looking up from the bar “anything strong” I mumbled “can I have a bottle of Hennessy?” She looked at me with a slight smirk “whole bottle!? Really that bad?” Nodding my head “kind of” I laughed shaking my head “how about I give you some in a glass, clear thoughts are better” she is right “thank you” maybe I am looking into it too much, I know what I want really. I do, I mean I have a girlfriend.

Placing both glasses on the table “we going to get drunk?” Sitting down “not exactly but I thought get some Hennessy and a large vodka and coke “I don’t think you should stress yourself out about it, just go with Seiko I guess?” Licking my top lip “but she’s begging me to come what if something is wrong and she needs me” Barry shrugged “she also ditched you, did she not? Do it back” made me laugh “I’m not that petty” I chuckled “then what the fuck you want dude!?” He spat “you’re jumping or want me to jump because she is who she is and that is wrong and I am not that person Barry, you see her as that famous girl. I just said let’s take it slow, be friends again and have fun” I know what Barry and TJ are thinking “I hate this new nigga mentality, she want your dick, give it” rolling my eyes shaking my head “you don’t help, if you want to be helpful then just be quiet. When I did meet Robyn that day before she left, I felt that attachment and she was admitting to love, I don’t know. Like, was it?” Barry pointed at me laughing “you remembered her after all these years and at that time you was upset so I suppose yes but only you know that, just speak to her. Text her back and just tell her you’re working, if you say Seiko then she may dislike you even more for it” nodding my head “I need to message her back, you right” I need to suck it up.

Twin:

I don’t mean to upset you, tell me what happened? 😔😔

Pressing send on the message, chewing on my bottom lip just thinking. Seiko is there for me, she’s there I guess and Robyn yes she’s been the person on my mind when I was locked up but I felt slightly hurt she went but hearing her tell me why, I do forgive her for it but I just don’t know, am I getting myself in some shit or am I following the path I could have had with her, I am just in deep thought. I promised myself I would never fuck up; I would never do anything to fuck up my life. It has scarred me when I got beat up, to be in that situation “you know, to this day I’m scared them niggas people will get me for snitching” I admitted “you did what you needed to do Chris. You moved away from your mom so she is good, I think you will be ok. Just keep your head down” I suppose he is right, now I am just going to have that on my mind. Seiko is staying at my apartment tonight so now I got to deal with her questioning me and shit, I decided I’m not going to drink anymore unless it’s water, I need a clear mind “I can’t wait for you to wake up and be a fuck nigga again” Barry continues to say this, he makes me laugh “it’s still there, trust me. I got it but I’m trying to keep my head down, trust me I don’t think anyone will like me if I’m like that again” picking my glass up “Robyn did, I mean clearly she’s jumping on your dick and riding it to the high depths” I near choked on my drink, he ain’t shit.

Barry has a fucked up mind, he is there just talking shit. I mean he did talk shit back when he assumed that Robyn and I had sex, I did say no we didn’t, but he did not believe. Only thing we did was make out, we did that a lot so that was the reason why I ended up initiating sex but it’s whatever now. Robyn aint’ texting me at all, she is more then likely fallen out with me “I am back” walking into my apartment, Seiko has let herself in. She did say she was staying with me tonight “so early!?” she spat, closing the door behind “yeah, I am tired. And also I just wanted to be at home, you know” I have too much on my mind, taking my jacket off “you going to come and snuggle me” pulling a face “I don’t do snuggles, nice try” throwing my jacket on the back of the couch “give me a kiss at least!?” rolling my eyes, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips “I am so excited about my birthday weekend” I chuckled wishing I had that energy for that, my phone pinged in my pocket “I will be back” walking off to go to the bathroom, grabbing my phone from my pocket and seeing that Twin has text me but it looks like a picture. Opening the message and then tapped on the photo, bringing my phone closer to my face seeing a fifteen year old me with the chubbiest cheeks ever “oh wow” I look so goofy as hell but yet so happy, looking at Robyn at the side of me. This was for the science project and I won it, this was the picture taken. The way she is just smiling but looking at me, I was so goofy, it’s sweet to see a throwback of us. Closing the picture and seeing the message ‘wish I could go back to this’ she messaged, I am not sure what is wrong with Robyn but whatever it is I feel she is hurting about something but is not mentioning it.

I do not play; Seiko knows I mean it when I say I don’t like snuggles. I am sat on the other couch, I just don’t want to be hugged up on and she knows it “I really wish you got over this phobia of you disliking cuddles, I won’t bite?” I shrugged smiling “I actually wanted to speak to you, you know Miami” Seiko frowned “I don’t want to hear it, you promised. You always do this; you have something coming up” clasping my hands together “you said you got that for your friend and not me!? So what is the difference, Seiko I will make it up to you. I will cuddle you?” Seiko was frowning but her face softened up “come here” she patted the couch; I mean if I must. Getting up from the couch and dragging my feet walking towards her, jumping on the couch sitting next to her “I love you so much” Seiko jumped on me “how do you know you love me though? Like people throw that word around, I find that shit kind of weird. Like why say that word, what do I do to make you love me? Or is it something you wish to be in?” she gasped in my ear “who put two cents in you? Something you wish to be in, that is pretty rude Chris. I love you because you don’t show you care but you do, you are a caring person” side eyeing her as I turned my head to look at her, she pecked my lips “but on a real how do you know you love someone?” it’s a genuine question “well they think about the person constantly, craving connection with them both physically and emotionally. We want to know their thoughts, feelings, wants, and needs. I think with us it’s starting slow, I get that you have been through shit. I got you” I slowly turned my head, I am deadass thinking about what I did to Robyn to make her upset with me like that, feeling a kiss to my cheek.

I have been watching this show with Seiko but also I haven’t been watching it, my phone screen lit up and the name twin popped up as it rang out “you and Barry are twins” so she thinks it’s Barry, grabbing my phone from my lap and answering the call “hey” turning down the volume on the phone “you picked up quick, I just want to say sorry for like pressuring you to do something you can’t, also that I just have a lot of things on my mind. I am totally fine with you not coming, I just have a lot of things going on” why does Robyn cry, like now her voice is all over “yeah” I said “I will be back” I got up from the couch “huh” Robyn said “one minute” I don’t know who to speak too, I have Seiko just staring at me like what the fuck am I doing and Robyn confused, I was going to go to my bedroom but Seiko could be nosey so I will just leave the apartment “where are you going!?” Seiko shouted out “I will be back, I need my cigarettes” putting my slides on, unlocking the door walking out “sorry about that” I said down the phone “it’s fine, I just shouldn’t have acted that way. I think I don’t want you to say those things. I don’t want money to be a factor on the decisions you make” walking down the steps “you been really different with me, I feel like meeting you again as made it worse for you. I have messed up your feelings and made you this” I feel a little bad about it “you know when you don’t have that person there, you learn to live with it. When that person is there you can’t. When I think back, I feel like I should have told you everything, but I had no time. I don’t want you to think it was a mistake, it has been the best thing for me, to reconnect with you. I just need to back off. I just have so much going on, and I think I am just on that mode of you always being there, I feel fifteen all over again” opening the door walking out “I am here for you, I am here for you now, you at your concert date?” seems loud in the background “yes, but I am just thinking of how I have been with you. Emotions are high” I can agree on that “we have grown in different ways, we need to explore that again but being with you, you bring that out. You do, I am just not that boy you see in the photos, you are the person I was” I admitted “you’re like wall, there is a wall between me and you and I can only hear your voice, I saw it as soon as I saw you. You are different and I get it, but I just wanted to say that to you” she did mention it, she felt the change “I will see what I can do, if I can come. I will text you and let you know beforehand” rubbing the back of my head, is this me choosing but I feel like Seiko made that choice for me, after that little description of love, maybe I was or did be in love “it would be nice to see you” Robyn is so much more calmer, much calmer then she was on text.

I have been trying for the past half hour to get Robyn to tell me her issue, she is straight hard headed “my period, there! Happy now?” pulling a face at the fact that was the issue “ok, so because you decided to be on your period you angry?” I am confused “I didn’t decide to be on my period Chris it happens every month! I don’t just say oh well today I will be on my period, come on! We were both in the same lessons” I snorted laughing “and I was busy” I kissed my teeth “busy annoying me and eating my food” she ain’t wrong “we shared food, also you owe me breakfast. That was an hour pay” I pointed out “one waffle for two please” Robyn and I both laughed out “you sound like me! I would march into that place and be demanding that one waffle, he gave me a discount too. But on a real, that whole thing of being angry was because of your period? That is a lot of anger for a lady like yourself, so you gonna be on your period when I come? Does that last ages” Robyn screamed out laughing “wait, you being deadass about this? Wow, why do you care, not like we doing anything freaky” I am offended she laughed at me the way she did “we could finish off where left off? I am joking but you all angry and stuff, I don’t do hugs either. Like I am not about that snuggle life, no ma’am. I just sex and go, it’s the best thing” placing my cigarette between my lips “the lie detector determined that was a lie Christoff, you hugged me all of the time. You would drag me back by my backpack and then hump me. Don’t give me that” I grinned shaking my head, not like she can see. Moving my cigarette away from my lips because I am too busy smiling now “I am serious though; I don’t do that hug business” she don’t believe me at all “how many sex and go you done?” raising an eyebrow “good question, you tell me first?” she being sly with that question “mhmmm two, could have been three if that happened with us” that is low “two? I mean body count doesn’t matter to me, but two!?” I am shocked “you think I just give myself away” let me not get her angry “not at all, just thought it would be more. Erm, possibly could have been more but I would say about ten? Not sure, but since coming out it’s been one, I met Seiko quick. Could have been eleven if forehead put out” Robyn snorted laughing, I am glad she is ok now.

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lalahbug · 5 years ago

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Taking Notes - Hong Kong x Reader

Fandom: Hetalia Word Count: 1,777

My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: general

Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 11/04/2012. Revamped/edit in 2020

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Story under cut

It was ___’s first day of high school who had just moved into town. The only people she knew were the neighbors, but they were confusing twins named, Alfred and Matthew. They looked alike but were very opposite and Alfred was very noisy, so she liked Matthew better.

She was struggling to balance all the books and papers in her hands while trying to read the map of the school to find her first class. ___ didn't really show much emotion to anyone unless she knew them. A blank stare rested across her features as she studied the papers although she was a nervous mess on the inside. She was bumped harshly by someone, knocking her books and papers to the floor and landing her on her butt.

"Watch where you're going, newbie!" A football player in his uniform, she assumed to be a senior, since he called her newbie. Then he saw her face and turned on his heel to talk to her. "You know I can forgive you though if give me a kiss." He was honestly trying to flirt with a girl he just knocked onto the floor.

She adjusted herself into a sitting position then stared blankly at him.

"No, thanks. I do not care if you forgive me or not. I can manage on my own." Her voice was level and her stare chilled him a bit since he didn't reply right away.

"I like a girl who speaks her mind." This guy was not going to give up and it was starting to annoy her.

"How about you shut up and leave me alone so I can figure out this school's layout?"

"How about you let me show you around?"

"How about no, dude?" This was a new voice; it was Alfred with a shy Matthew behind him.

"Oh, hey there Al, I was trying to be nice to this newbie and she's being totally stuck up."

"She's my neighbor so just leave her alone, dude." Al clapped the guy on the back and continued talking with him as Matthew knelt down to help her pick her things.

"I saw what was happening, so I got Al’s attention and brought him over. Knowing my brother could get him to stop better than I could." Matthew said in his quiet voice.

"How did you figure that out?"

"Alfred is the quarterback and the entire football team looks up to him. So, most of them listen to everything he says."

"I am glad I know you guys then. I won't have to worry about too many seniors bugging me."

"I'm glad I know you too, ____. You're one of the few people who notice me."

"Then I can sit with you at lunch?" ___ raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Sure thing. Here let me help you get to your first class." He grabbed her schedule off the floor and looked at the first class. "You were almost there." He pointed to the door a few lockers away.

"I was looking for my locker so I could dump most of this stuff off."

"Let's see." Matthew was scanning the paper and Alfred patted his back.

"Just tell me if she needs any more help. I promised mom I'd watch after both of you. I'm heading off to class."

Matthew nodded knowing his brother had already left. Then he stood up with half of your stuff and helped you up. "Your locker should just be this way. You also might be able to meet your locker partner."

"I didn't even know I would have one."

"Some people do, and some people don't. I think on the first day they should show you where your locker is before giving you all of your books. Since you’re coming in the middle of the year, it’s not like a teacher is going to help you with all the freshmen." ___ nodded in agreement, Matt let a small silence fall between them as they walked towards her locker.

Matthew stopped in front of her locker, opening it for her, then helping her put things into the bottom cubby. ___ was a few inches shorter than the average height, so she figured she'd be shorter than her locker mate.

"I believe that is my locker." A monotone voice claimed by a brown shaggy-haired boy.

"___ is new, so she’s your new locker mate." The Canadian stepped out of the way so the boy could see you better. "Say hello ____ this is," he paused and looked into the locker and saw the boy’s name at the top "Leon?" He said questioningly. Leon nodded then quickly moved his oversized sleeve to cover the bottom half of his face. "Oh hey, I bet you both have biology together with Mr. Kirkland.” Leon nodded at his statement, confirming it then warning the bell rang. "___, can you follow Leon to the first period?" She nodded. "Okay well, I will see you at lunch if you get lost just call me." With that, he walked towards what she assumed was his class.

"Hi, I am ____." Leon didn't reply so you just continued. "Okay then, lead the way."

___ followed Leon, towards the class door Matt pointed out earlier. It sort of bugged her he wouldn’t talk to her even when she tried to directly talk to him. The only reason it was bugging her a bit, is that she thought he was cute. He was about four inches taller than ___, shaggy hair, light brown eyes and he was wearing a huge burgundy duangua with black trim.

___ dismissed all those thoughts once she entered the classroom. Leon went to sit down as she handed a paper to Mr. Kirkland, who greeted her then told her to sit next to Leon.

Leon was already sitting down with his arms folded and his head lying on top of his arms, looking away from her seat. Then the late bell rang and a couple of people rushed in. Leon’s heart was pounding still just from seeing ___’s face. She so was beautiful to him and there was no doubt within his mind that he thought such things. His blood had rushed to his cheeks and didn't want anyone to see him blush. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Images of her face, her pretty eyes, and (h/l) (h/c) hair kept popping into his mind. He groaned to himself slightly then he felt a hand on his shoulder and slightly peeped over his arm to see her.

"Good morning class. Say hello to the person sitting next to you and become good friends. Starting today they will be your lab partner, as we get into labs, for the rest of the year. If you have any issues hold them until the end of class and speak to me personally. Now to go over the things you will be learning today and a rundown of the things you'll need for upcoming labs."

"Are you feeling okay? If your throat or stomach hurts, I have something for either of them." ___ whispered to Leon as Mr. Kirkland continued to talk, her voice had concern, but her face was a bit blank.

"I'm fine," Leon grumbled softly then buried his face into his arms again. He heard some rustling of things then heard a few things being placed in front of him. He looked up again and his stupid blood rushed to his cheek again. There were three cough drops and a small bottle of Tums with a little note. Leon reached forward and opened it.

‘Leon, I guess you don't want to talk to me. I don't believe your fine so take something for it. I have a pharmacy in my bag most of the time. So please just do something about your sickness, ___.’ That's all the small note said, and it made him groan again.

'Great now the girl I think is cute is trying to be nice to me and she thinks I am giving her the cold shoulder.' Leon thought to himself then pulled out a pen and wrote back onto the note from her. Then he folded it the way she had and pushed it back to her along with the things you put in front of him.

___ looked at him confused for a second then opened the note. ‘___, I am fine. I am. I have a lot on my mind. Please take back your medicine. Why do you have a pharmacy in your bag?’

She giggled slightly then stuff the things back into her bag and replied and passed it back.

‘People in my family, including me, get sick easy so it's nice to be prepared all the time. Plus, I've thought about becoming a nurse.’

Leon passed it back to her. ‘I am sorry you get sick a lot.’ There was a part scratched out heavily, but she could manage to read it. ‘Would you be my nurse?' A blush formed on slightly on her checks and wrote back to it.

‘It's not your fault; sit with me at lunch today?’ Leon blushed more and saw a light scratched out area, making his heart pound. 'Could she somehow read what I scratched?' Then he read the scratched-out part. 'I only take cute patients, so yes.’

"Leon, what are you doing?" The teacher, Mr. Kirkland shouted at him.

Leon's face was flushed but he pulled himself together and looked at Arthur. "Oh, I am just taking notes."

"Really now, then you won't mind if I read them?" Arthur had known Leon for a while and figured he was lying.

"Yeah sure, here." Leon offered the piece of paper out to Mr. Kirkland.

"Never mind, I will talk to you after class."

Leon smirked a bit at pissing off Arthur then looked at ___. "Yeah, I'd like to sit with you at lunch."

Him speaking directly to her made the blush deepen, she nodded then fold her arms and to bury her head. Leon looked at ___ shocked for a moment then realized she was doing the same as he from earlier.

'I have a feeling taking notes in biology will become a big part of my life.' Leon thought to himself and laid his head on his arms. This time he laid his head so he could stare at her. When she peered out of her arms her beautiful (e/c) locked with his light brown ones. They both blushed but neither of them looked away nor said anything. They both could tell that mornings at school might not be all that bad, after all.

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chungledownbeamcannon · 5 years ago

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Izumina week has come and gone, but I wanted to do one more thing for it. So here is a late entry for day 5: Second chances.

It is based off of an idea I had for the sequel to Walk. Might not use it as I am unsure how well it gels with the rest of my plans, but here had a look at a possible timeline, I guess. (P.S. I will try to get the first chapter of You Say Run out soon. If not this week, then early next week.)

Title: Hold Me Closer

It hurt. Burned even. Izuku had faced villains that could turn him to dust or freeze him in place. He had been beaten and bruised, and even broken his own bones. A lot. He had a reputation for that nowadays.

And yet this hurt more. Mina had been one of his first friends in years. She had been a light in his life that he desperately needed and had opened the door for him in several ways. He had hoped to repay that kindness to her every day, as he had felt blessed to know her. All those memories with her and his friends kept him going.

And yet at the end of the day, he had hurt her. Scared her. They had broken up because she couldn't handle it. Her words echoed in his mind.

"I can't do this. I can't.deal with you jeopardizing your life and body."

That voice was like honey to him and now it was like the very acid she produced. He had really messed up. It was a good thing It was a weekend. He felt like just laying in bed and sleeping, especially after how awkward things had been and how horrifying the ordeal before it was.

Izuku had been through the ringer and just needed sleep. A knock on the door had other plans for the boy though.

Izuku just rolled over and pretended to be asleep. He wished he were at least.

"Izuku? Can we talk?" It was her voice. Mina's voice.

Dammit. He couldn't say no.

"Um...sure…" Izuku opened the door and ushered her in. He sat on his bed and sat awkwardly. He normally would have patted the bed, offering her a spot. He had picked that habit up from her. The air was more tense, however, so he decided to let her stand. "W-what's up."

"Nothing...just wanted to…" Mina sighed. She wanted to be her own cheery self, act like things were normal. They weren't though. Or maybe They were. Maybe this was the new normal. She wasn't a fan of it. She liked to be flexible about life, but this was not fun at all.

She started again. "Look. We both messed up… You definitely did. I want to be honest.You could have gotten killed. Or expelled. Maybe both if that works somehow. Sometimes, I feel Sensei would find a way… and you went to save someone who hurt you…"

"There is no amount of sorry that will fix this, huh?" Izuku chuckled sadly, Looking up at his ex. She was the kindest, prettiest soul he knew, smiling no matter what. It honestly inspired him just as much as All Might did now. Close enough, at least. And yet knowing he was responsible for causing her worry and duress was the final knife in his chest. He felt ready to collapse. He felt her warm hand lift his chin and their eyes met.

"Easy there, green bean...I...it was hypocritical...I got scared of losing you and yet I pushed you away. You messed up and put yourself in danger for someone who likely wouldn't risk the same for you...but …"

"Yeah. You think I would learn. I just… " Izuku paused, Looking for the right words. He couldn't even muster a mutter. It was that bad.

"It's what heroes do though, right?" Mina smiled softly. Once again, she took the words out of his mouth.

Izuku nodded. An uncomfortable silence took hold for several minutes. The One-for-All inheritor choked up. "I hate this, Mina… I didn't want to scare you. I should have just let him go. Heck, he has his own classmates that could risk it all for him...but I knew him longer...I felt responsible in some messed up way. I couldn't let them go into it and say "not my problem anymore". They are my schoolmates and I couldn't risk it…"

"I guess we both are bent up about this, huh?" Mina admitted.

"I guess so…" Izuku replied.

Mina took a seat next to Izuku and fiddled with her thumbs. It was all starting to come out. It was more of a sputter than a steady stream but it was coming along regardless."You are too forgiving..."

"Yeah. I know. Bakugou hasn't been my friend for some time…" Izuku frowned. He thought it would get easier, but there was still that complicated feeling in the back of his mind.

Mina looked at the ground. "Not him, no. Not this time. You forgave me too easily. I mean I went to Aizawa! Aizawa! I dumped you and narced on you. Glad he didn't expel you. God I am such an awful girlfriend. I betrayed you...I just...I didn't want to lose you and I got scared and acted all weird and..." Tears fell from the pink girl's eyes, emotion pouring like a faucet now. Her eyes opened as Izuku brushed her cheek. His scarred hands felt so gentle despite their roughness. She had to resist the urge to nuzzle them. It was too soon.

"It's different with you. You gave me more love and concern than I ever felt deserving of. I mean, forgiveness is in my nature, I guess. Might be tied to my self worth. But how could I not?" Izuku held her hands. Both their hearts still ached. They were raw from the events that just unfolded and the regret of how things turned out.

What had happened had happened, but it hadn't changed the love the two still had. Despite the heartache and complications, those feelings lingered

Mina wiped her tears away and smiled weakly. Soon after, something occurred to her as her face produced an mp3 player from her purse, complete with wireless speakers. Izuku learned not to question how she fit them in there.

"It's not breakdancing or roller disco, but please...dance with me...I don't want this weirdness between us...just please don't do this sort of thing again. Not without me...I know you're smarter...get better grades...but my concerns matter too. My insight matters too. I know you know that… just...don't forget, ok?"

Izuku obliged. "Ok… looks like my muttering rubbed off on you a bit," Izuku joked.

"Shut up and hold me, dork," Mina huffed, leaning into him gingerly.

The two joined hands and danced slowly together in Izuku's room, cheek to cheek. A soft chiptune song played, something from an old video game. Regardless, it carried all the weight the two teens could no longer bear to handle alone. Was it too soon to reconcile? Was there any reason not to? Those concerns could wait until later. Right now, they needed this.

"I'm sorry, Mina...I keep causing you worry…"

"Yeah you do...you're my boyfriend…" Mina murdered into Izuku's shoulder

"Was your boyfriend...you dumped me...I would dump me too probably." Izuku gently pulled away but was pulled back in.

"Yeah...well...I like having you around...I could say let's just be friends...take it slow."

"That...might be for the best" Izuku's heart sank a little but he expected it. He was even ready to make peace with it.

Mina looked up in confusion. "What? No! I mean...that is probably how we should do things. We're young and stupid and emotions are still raw...but I always wanted to fall in love, Izuku. I knew there was a whole life in front of me but I wanted a live story. It appealed to me. And yet I didn't really...get those feelings, you know? Until you...I don't want to lose that...or you...just please...if I say stay, stay. Ok?"

"I promise. I stake my future as a hero on it." Izuku did a mild All Might impersonation. Mina ruffled his fluffy green hair in response.

"Dude, that is a bit overboard...don't put your dreams on hold because of me. Besides, I would miss you. I would want to rain blows upon you for being reckless and almost dying, but I don't want to lose you."

"Yeah...I don't want to lose you either. I-I just want to show you how much you matter. I don't think I would be here without your support? Not to discount everyone else. I feel so blessed. All Might, mom, Tsu, Kirishima, Uraraka, Iida...everyone… but above all...you...I'm sorry. That sounds cheesy. I just wanted to be honest and also sound cool but I might be going too fast again and..."

"Pretty sure you would. You're that good… And don't worry. I'm going the same speed as you" Mina laughed more genuinely now.

"I...maybe...But it feels empty to think about that." Izuku's tone became somber again.

The two cradled each other, tears staining their clothes as they refused to let go for the rest of the night.

"We should probably rest. If we just got back together...I don't want to push my luck." Izuku broke off slowly, allowing Mina the space she needed.

"Yeah...I'm going to sleep in my own bed. You're still riding the couch, buster." The pink girl gently booked her green-haired nerd's nose.

"I have a bed though." Izuku cocked his head inquisitively.

"No. Beds are for good boys who don't scare their girlfriends." Mina huffed teasingly. Her face relaxed. "Maybe in a day or two though, we can go back to normal...what passes for normalcy I mean."

"Y-yeah...that's fair. We can't just jump right back into things."

"Which sucks, because now we can cuddle...like...any time we want. Unless Iida comes in and physically puts a stack of textbooks between us. I feel he will want the glasses back that I stole from him as well."

"He could be listening. He might get ideas...but yeah. I respect that. Honestly, if we stayed broken up, I would have had to change my hero name. Calling myself Green Rush without the person who inspired it would seem weird."

"What would you pick though? Don't say Deku. I liked the reasoning Ochako gave for it but it still carries that Bakugou stink. It would be like you calling yourself "Stupid asshole, the traumatized hero"."

"I mean." Izuku rubbed the back of his head but was pulled into a quick kiss by Mina. It was just a short peck but it still sent lightning through his body and straight to his heart in a way full Dowling couldn't match. Soon after, a flurry of gentle blows found their way into his shoulders.

"No. No self deprecation. Not tonight. Just hold me please, ok?"

"Deal." Izuku rested his head against her shoulder, hesitating afterwards. "Sorry. I am rushing things. I need to slow down and…"

Izuku was cut off by a hand to his scalp. "Sssshhh. Stay. You're warm." Mina nuzzled him.

"Didn't you want to slow down? Stay in your own bed for a night or two? N-Not that I am complaining. I just...I don't know," Izuku stammered.

Mina pulled Izuku onto the bed as they fell backwards. "I changed my mind. Don't make me change it again, you beefy otaku." She muttered in a sleepy tone, voice slightly hoarse from crying.

"Yes ma'am" Izuku smiled softly as he fell on top of Mina.

"I love you, Izuku." Mina yawned as she buried her head into the crook of Izuku's neck.

"Love you too, Mina." He adjusted his head to avoid being poked by her horns. It wasn't long before the two passed out in each other's arms. Between the room competition, the move in, and everything else, the young couple had been exhausted. They needed this rest. Together.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes watched through a creak in the door. The figure croaked silently and headed back to her room, unsure of how to word what she wanted to say. Sleep would help. Besides, her friends needed this and she didn't want to ruin it.

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