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meandmypagancrew · 4 years ago

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hey Katie! hope this isn’t too much of a bother but if you feel like answering - how did the LA Tigers characterizations most differ from the off-broadway portrayals? I know pretty much nothing about the earlier productions and wondered how certain facets of the characters changed/evolved (and I hope you’re doing well!!)

Hi, nonny! Sorry for the late response, I really wanted time to sit with the question until I felt confident that I was answering it in the most honest way I could. So let’s jump into it!

1. RIley

Callandra Olivia seemed more aware of everything than Lauren Zakrin. Like when Annleigh says “He came to propose!”, she still had the “Congratulations!”, and she started it almost as enthusiastically as Lauren, but midway through trailed off when she remembered Clark’s dead. It also felt a lot less pre-meditated. I continue to hold that she came up with the idea during Before the Breakdown to kill them, because you could just see it in her eyes. Also, Callandra was lovely and kind and passionate and... never got all of the words right. For example, in Wallflower one night she said “The type of high school girl who is rarely seen at parties with her pants off”. Also, she didn’t have a knife in the breakdown.

2. Cairo

Wonu is wonderful, but Jade really seemed like she just... cared more? Which is interesting, because the script had more Cairo quips, but she just seemed to care more about the other girls. What comes to mind is the “God, I have done nothing with my life!” “You won a lot of dressage medals!” “I did!”. The way that line was delivered was very comforting. In my memory, Cairo even has an arm around Annleigh as she delivers it, and it wasn’t snarky at all. Cairo didn’t become the captain in LA, but it would have made so much sense with her characterization if she had. In LA, Annleigh also brought her the phone and she made the call to the police herself, which I really liked because it showed her stepping up and actively playing a part in getting things right.

3. Kate

Kate was not queercoded in LA. She wasn’t explicitly straight, but the idea that was in love with Chess didn’t even cross my mind until I saw Jenny in the role. I don’t have any specific examples of this, it just seemed less like she didn’t want Chess to leave because she was in love with her and more that she didn’t want her to leave because she had spent so long as her best friend that she didn’t know how to be herself without her.

4. Annleigh

Rachel King took things much more seriously than Kaitlyn Frank. The gesture of good will never killed anyone line was added into the workshop, so after LA but before Off-Broadway, which Rachel swooped in to save the day in, and where Kaitlyn is just so bright and sunny and whatnot, that is not the case with Rachel. Rachel said it with a completely straight face, and slowly nodded while she said ‘Jesus’, like she just really seemed to take her beliefs a lot more seriously than Kaitlyn.

5. Reese

The word that comes to mind for Gabi’s Reese is exhausted. Like, in Worst Team Ever, when Cairo stops her from entering, the line “I’m part of the team” wasn’t said with her head held high and drawing on some source of inner strength, or at least pretending to, it was more of a “We’re still going over this?”, like she actually said “C’mon, I’m part of the team.” Like she still desperately wanted to belong and fit in, but she had long since given up hope that she ever would. But also her Captain of the Team was just 10/10 god tier.

6. Eva

Eva did not make an appearance in act one of LA, which gave her a lot more distance from the events. She wasn’t a suspect, more just a bystander, which made her just 100% done with all of this nonsense. There were two lines that I felt describe this best that were cut- after Riley said “Do you really think I couldn’t replace you all with another ‘diversity scholarship’ in two seconds?” she interrupted to be like “I’m maaaaaybe a quarter Puerto Rican?” and after she plays back the confession, she was asked how long she was recording and she said “This whole time. Y’all are crazy.”

7. Chess

I actually was lucky enough to see two Chesses, Cait Fairbanks and swing Katie DeShan, and they had very different takes. Cait’s was closer to Celeste, but Katie. Oh, Katie. I could write an essay on Katie’s Chess. In all the different productions and casts I’ve seen, Katie isn’t just my favorite Chess, she’s my favorite performer from the show. She played Chess as very playful, and she smiled a lot... until Before the Breakdown, which was made so, so much sadder by the way her facade broke apart and you saw how truly deeply miserable she was and how she felt like there was nothing she could control. I had already seen the show twice by the time I saw her, and she just broken my heart so, so much even though you’d think I would be worn out because it was the third time I was seeing it in as many days,

8. Farrah

I was also lucky enough to see a second Farrah, but her characterization didn’t differ much so we don’t need to focus in one that. But up above, where I said Cairo was a lot more empathetic? Farrah was way less. I think the biggest thing for her was that the failed stunt didn’t exist, so there was no explanation for why she felt like the team wasn’t supporting her or that she would always be linked to what she already was and would never be anything better. Also, Cairo’s line Off-Broadway of “Is [Farrah] raiding Riley’s parents’ liquor cabinet again?” would actually have been based in truth if the line was there in LA because that was exactly what she was doing, she had found the alcohol in the house and was sitting on the kitchen floor, drinking it straight from the bottle.

9 & 10. Clark and Mattie

Did technically exist and that’s about all I can tell you about them because there wasn’t anything they did that stood out enough to stay with me still.

#Katie’s asks #we are the tigers

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offspring-of-calliope · 4 years ago

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Pins and Needles (Newsies Gang AU)

Chapter 3

Description: Davey's and Les' first day as Newsies and they already meet the famous Katherine Plumber.

words: 1675

warnings: There's no warnings on this chapter but if I did miss something triggering, feel free to tell me.

A/N: I know that there are only approximately two people and a shoelace who are even interested in this story but still - I'm sorry for not having updated this in ages. I kinda had a big writer's block which I've overcame for now, I guess, but we'll see how long that may last.

Also, just stating the obvious here but considering latest complications between my gender and me, I changed my username from "daughterofcalliope" to "offspring-of-calliope", I hope that's not too confusing.

As always, feel free to tell me if I've made some mistakes considering grammar or spelling. Comments in general are very appreciated.

I hope you enjoy it at least a little bit,

Sincerely me,

Lélo

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If David had thought that the Manhattan Newsies had been loud before, now he was convinced that the concept of volume got a whole new meaning when being around these boys. Selling with them was like sitting in the front row of an opera performance you hadn't even planned to attend.

David sighed. His thoughts were so misleading that he feared that people who he'd tell them to might think he hated the Manhattan Newsies. It was quite the opposite. Despite his urge to keep everything in order, to not overstep boundaries and to behave like a mature boy his age, being with the chaos that were the Manhattan Newsies filled his insides with joy.

The people he talked to at school couldn't really classify as real friends, seeing as their discussions were always aimed at topics they'd covered in their lessons or some other things that didn't relate a lot to something like free time. They were always so serious and David sometimes felt as if the other people didn't even want to talk to him more than absolutely necessary. With the Newsies, it was different. Some of them were even regularly trying to include him in their conversations, to find out about him as a person. Ironically, every one of them seemed to make a better spy than him, who couldn't even think of important questions to ask them that would lead to something that Sarah could work with.

Right after leaving the circulation gate, some kids named Kid Blink – a guy with an eyepatch and a charming smile –, Race – who constantly had an unlit cigar dangling between his lips – and Jojo – who had the most animated facial expression David had ever witnessed – had pestered him to tell them if Italian or Spanish was the more beguiling language. (While they'd been bickering, David had started to regret telling them that he was currently teaching himself Spanish. That had been the trigger that had started his inclusion to the debate.) The whole conflict had been postponed when a guy named Romeo had loudly declared that neither Spanish nor Italian was the real answer and that no language was as enthralling as his love language. Then, he'd proceeded to lure a pretty woman to buy a paper from him – the other Newsies were too nice to make him aware of the fact that she'd only bought the pape to escape his flirting – by sweetly talking in a language David didn't know. (It had been Tagalog, as Jack had later explained to him.)

Yet in his defence, David had also managed to overhear some conversations that hadn't been for him to hear – cue his bad conscience. One conversation in particular had irritated him. Some redhead – Albert was his name, he distantly recalled – had at one point asked Race if “it was cloudy up there”. That in itself hadn't been confusing since it was indeed very cloudy this day but Race's answer had been: “Oh, don't worry, I was just thinkin' 'bout somethin'. Everything's sunny as could be.” The sun didn't even shine! But maybe that was just a code David simply didn't understand.

“Sing 'em to sleep, will ya?” A voice was breaking through his thoughts and David only now registered that he had been blaring the words “Extra, extra! Does somebody want a paper?” for quite some time without actively concentrating on actually selling some newspapers.

The owner of the voice, Jack, - because of course it was Jack, why did Jack always seem to be near him? - took the most recent newspaper from his hand and exclaimed: “Extra, extra! Terrifying flight from burnin' inferno! You can hear the story right here!” It didn't take long for some guy to come and buy the paper.

David scoffed. “This story isn't even in the paper.”

“Well, I didn't say that, did I?” Jack retorted, a cheeky grin on his face.

“My father taught us not to lie,” David said, clutching the remaining newspapers in his hand tighter. He didn't want Jack to take papers from him again, or else it might become a habit for the other boy.

Jack only shook his head, holding one of his own papers into the air. “And mine taught me not to starve. Seems we both got an education.”

“Jack, Jack, look how few papes I got left now! I did everything you said I should do and the people just wouldn't stop buying the papes!” An excited Les ran over to them, smiling brightly and holding up some money for David to put away. “This is so much better than school,” he added.

“Don't even think it.” David tried his best to put on his strict-older-brother face.

A few feet away, Jack laughed. “At least someone listens to me.”

“Yeah, maybe if you'd start to actually say some things that are true, it'll be something worth listening to,” David answered. He didn't even know where the sudden burst of confidence came from. At first it had been difficult for him to focus around the leader of the Manhattan Newsies. However, after getting to know Jack a little, focusing was still difficult but now he couldn't suppress taking out his frustration on the other boy.

“I see you're making a habit out of attracting people who will put you in your place some time.�� Suddenly there was another voice and upon turning around, David surprisingly found himself face to face with Katherine Plumber.

“Hello, Miss. Can I interest you in the latest news?” Jack said and his smile grew somehow even bigger. It made David's stomach twitch.

Katherine chuckled and held her hands up. The fabric of her dress wrinkled around her elbows and David noticed some spots on her clothes that were patched up. He'd always assumed that rich people would just buy new clothes when their old ones were torn but apparently Katherine didn't fit this assumption. “I'm sorry to disappoint you, Kelly, but I've bought two papers already. One from Specs this morning, the other from the little boy here.” She was pointing at Les. “He truly is a talented student of yours.”

“Hey!” Les exclaimed. “I'm not that little!”

“Of course not! But compared to Jack's ego, everything is little,” Katherine conceded amused.

Jack, who had somehow managed to sell a paper during the former exchange, crossed his arms before his chest. “Why are you all hating on me now? First Davey, then ya, too. That reminds me – Les, Davey, meet the wonderful Katherine Plumber. Kath, that's Davey and his brother Les.”

It seemed as if Katherine only now started to examine David closer. It made him so nervous that he completely forgot to tell her that it was actually David and not Davey – nobody had ever called him Davey before and he didn't know what to think of that – and without further ado, his hands started to flutter. Eventually, Katherine smiled and said, “Nice to meet you both. Say, do we know each other already? I feel like I've seen you before.”

Panic bubbled up in David's stomach. Did she somehow know that he was Sarah's brother? What if she suspected something and the whole charade – which hadn't really been that good to begin with – blew up? He looked over to Les, maybe to search for help, maybe to feel a little more at ease. And then he remembered that indeed, he had talked to Katherine before. Relieved, he let out a breath. “Yes, we already met each other once. Or better, we talked once on the street. I'm a big admirer of your work, Miss Plumber.”

“Oh, please, just call me Katherine. Kath is fine as well, friends of Jacks are also friends of mine. And thank you, I appreciate that. Perhaps we could talk more about this topic another time? I'm kind of in a rush right now but I would like to hear your opinion on some of my articles – I got this feeling that lately, something is missing but I haven't really been able to figure out, what.” Katherine was just as modest and friendly as he remembered. It was interesting that she also had a teasing side on her when it came to Jack, apparently.

David blushed. “It would be an honour, really.”

“Great,” Katherine said, then proceeded to pat both his and Les' shoulders. “Kelly, it was nice seeing you, maybe I'll stop by the lodging house later.”

“Well, it's not like you's paid a lota attention to me,” Jack retorted with a teasing grin. “Don't flirt with my colleagues that much, a boy might get jealous.”

David only registered Katherine's laugh after that. He didn't really know why but something in him refused to listen further. Well, he did know why but it was totally unfair and irrational of him to be jealous of Katherine. It was not like he was interested in Jack or something. The boy was frustrating and distracting, always had a snarky remark on his tongue and – as even Katherine had said – had a really big ego.

That was also really fragile, at least as far as he could see. The way Jack's smile had faltered for a second upon Kath's remark. The way he wouldn't take credit for the thoughtful things he'd do, like tying Crutchie's shoelaces or trying to help Romeo to court a pretty girl that had watched them doing an impromptu dance performance for a while.

“Hey, Davey.” Breath on his ear, Jack's presence right next to his – didn't he know of some thing called personal space? “If ya keep starin' at Kath like that, maybe I should draw a picture of her and pin it to yer head for a day, aye?”

David sighed and elbowed Jack in the side. Forget the thoughts of Jack being thoughtful – the boy was such an idiot.

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years ago

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It’s time to spice up this week’s Tuesday with a brand-new talentswap from yours truly! Keep your eyes peeled, for you wouldn’t want to miss Myth, the Former Ultimate Racer!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Originally starting out with the go-cart circuits she frequents as a kid with her family, Myth eventually went professional as a professional race car driver and topped the charts, eventually earning her rightful place as the Ultimate Racer. Unfortunately, during a racing tournament, months before her graduation from Hope’s Peak, a sabotage attempt by a jealous rival resulted in Myth’s car catching fire with her inside of it and crashing into the ring, after serving off of the track. This resulted in Myth getting burned severely and losing her right arm in the crash, and above all, it gave her a claustrophobia, pyrophobia and a phobia of driving. Now that she graduated and is now a Former Ultimate, she intends to put her past behind her and never go back on the track again. But maybe the Former Ultimates, Jr. Ultimates and the Ultimates of this year can help her regain her confidence.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Drill Sergeant

Having been friends during their childhood, ever since they raced each other on the same go-cart circuit, Myth and Wyre’s differing talents caused them to grow apart during their teen years. But after Myth suffered and had trouble recovering from her accident, Wyre knew what they had to do: whip their best friend back into shape, and help restore the tough and confident womanizer they met before they were sent off to work with a particularly-strong military troupe in their teen years. If Myth ever felt unconfident in either her talent or her looks, Wyre would always be there to pump Myth up and instill some confidence in the racer.

Outfit: Same outfit from her original design, but with a camo motif and an army helmet on her head.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Samurai

Despite her eccentric attitude and constant talk of the “New Moon Clan”, Scar is the heiress of only the most prestigious lineage of samurai in all of the country. Scar’s intimidating attitude and vocabulary, along with her constant wielding of a sword, was enough to frighten the cowardly racing champion away. Not wanting to incur the wrath of the drill sergeant, Scar chose to dial back the villainous theatrics, and from there, Myth learned that Scar is actually a loyal and kindhearted (almost maternal) young lady. Scar’s bushido teaches actually helped Myth stay calm in times of crisis, and it helped instill a new sense of bravery in her.

Outfit: Hair in a bun, a black to purple kimono, a red obi, a matching scabbard that holds her katana, bandaged-up hands, white socks, brown geta sandals.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Barista

With his parents running a struggling coffee shop, Fusion decided to help his parents out, in an attempt to save his family’s coffee shop from going belly-up. Fusion’s assistance at the coffee house garnered both fame and fortune, particularly for Fusion‘s adorable latte art. When Myth first met Fusion, she was scared off by his looming height, but within seconds of getting to know Fusion, he quickly established himself as a kindhearted and paternal young man, and not the imposing and creepy bogeyman she thought he was. Fusion’s relaxing tea blends never fails to calm Myth’s nerves down, even if she never drinks or eats in front of him.

Outfit: An off-white turtleneck sweater with light brown and dark brown stripes, a brown apron with his family’s logo on the front, glasses, pants and shoes from the original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Mangaka

Despite the fast speeds that she works at, no one can deny that Fusion II is an expert at her craft. Fusion II mainly specializes in shonen manga, in which she is praised for her dynamic yet snarky characters, stellar action scenes, and eye-catching visuals. Needless to say, due to her line of work, she doesn’t exactly have the best social skills, but she tries to compensate for that with a snarky cool-guy personality, in order to hide the fact that she is a Grade-A dork. Imagine Myth’s shock when one of her favorite mangakas turns out to be her kohai. Reading Fusion II’s manga was one of the best ways to pass recovery time at the hospital.

Outfit: The gakuran top and undershirt from her original design, fingerless gloves that match her undershirt, white pants, longer hair due to forgetting to cut it, pencil and inkpens in her her pocket protector, white sneakers, sunglasses from her original design.

Just Anon, Ultimate Priest

As an orphan boy left on the doorstep of his local church, Janon was raised with all of the teachings of The Lord being imprinted into his mind. Even if he cursed like a sailor (although he could never bear to use the Lord‘s name in vain) and wants nothing more than to lounge around all day, Janon otherwise practices what he preaches. Myth finds it really shocking that this foul-mouthed and cynical little boy is the Ultimate Priest. Like with everybody else, Janon really wants nothing to do with Myth, finding her cowardly and skittish nature grating and annoying. Little does Myth know, Janon has a particularly hidden soft spot for children.

Outfit: A black and oversized cassock with a small golden rosary and a white scarf around his neck and mouth, black shoes.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Thanatologist

One would never expect a studier of death and the deceased to be so loud, flashy, and flamboyant. Despite having all of those qualities and more, Sparkle, or “THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE” as she likes to call herself, is respected as a genius in her studies of mortality. Sparkle’s loud voice, dark and edgy appearance, and creepy talent just scared Myth off, when the racer first encountered the thanatologist. As much as the two would love to be friends, Myth is just too skittish and Sparkle comes off way too hard. Maybe if they spent more time together, Myth would get to know the stellar grief counselor that Sparkle is.

Outfit: Wild shoulder length hair, a tattered black jacket over a red shirt with a white skull on the front, a red skirt patterned with red spider lilies, black stockings, spiked boots, a large black cape with silver shoulderpads, glasses from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Pinball Wizard, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Statistical Analyst

Egg and Wet Sock are both veritable prodigies in the study of statistics and chances, but they both express it in different ways. While Egg takes their statistical genius to the arcades and aces the pinball machines as a result, Wet Sock chooses to act more professional and applies their knowledge of statistics to business and finances. One thing that the twins also have in common is creeping people out with unnerving statistics. For that reason, Myth wishes to avoid these two for the entirety of her stay at the Kibo-Con, for she doesn’t need more reasons to feel anxious. She never needed to know that vending machines are more deadly than sharks.

Egg’s Outfit: Rose-tinted John Lennon glasses, an obnoxiously patterned hoodie and matching leggings, black and white light-up shoes.

Wet Sock’s Outfit: Red-tinted glasses, a black and white tuxedo.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Bed Tester

As the beloved child of the owner of an influential bed-making company, Curious was given the extra-special job of sleeping on the beds, and rating them based on their comfort levels. If a bed was given the “Curious Seal of Approval”, that’s how you know you’ve bought yourself a high-quality bed. Curious’s tranquil and calm personality contrasts heavily against Myth’s skittish and rough personality, but Curious’s calm nature results in both Myth’s adoration, for even just looking at Curious’s gentle smile is enough to relax the racer‘s nerves and slight envy, for the racer wishes she could be half as chill as the bed tester.

Outfit: Longer hair that goes down to the middle of their back, green silk pajama, brown moccasins.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Card Shark

Being born and raised on the streets, Nerd was willing to resort to deceit and sleight of the hand in the wretched hives of underground gambling rings to earn enough money to live. Despite normally being very expressive with his feelings (anger in particular), Nerd is famous for his deadly-looking poker face, when on the gambling tables. Nerd also has a secret underground life as an underground street fighter, in order to let all of his pent-up emotions (primarily anger) out. As one of the most intimidating and morally-dubious of the Kibo-Con roster, Nerd is perhaps the person that frightens Myth the most, to absolutely no one’s surprise.

Outfit: A pure white tuxedo with card suit-themed buttons over a black shirt and matching shoes, that Nerd can rip off to reveal a tigerskin singlet.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Gunslinger

Being raised with the mindset that the whole world is chock-full of threats that will attack and/or kill him, Eldritch decided to teach himself to wield a weapon to protect himself against any and all potential threats. Out of all the weapons, Eldritch particularly is a master, when it comes to one particular weapon of his: his prized pistol and his infamous quick draw. Considering their similar natures, one would expect them to get along. However, it‘s rather hard to get along with someone who suddenly pulled out a pistol upon seeing you for the first time. For now, Myth stays away from Eldritch at all cost, out of fear for her own safety.

Outfit: A brown cowboy that draws shade on his eyes, a poncho colored like the hoodie from his original design over a black gakuran and brown knee-high boots, a brown holster that houses his pistol.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Fashion Designer

Specializing in comfortable and simultaneously fashionable sportswear, Dream Anon is a big name in the fashion industry for both her skill in designing sportswear and her cheerful and sunny attitude during interviews and press conferences. Dream is a massive fan of Myth and looks up to the racing star, even watching every single one of the races that Myth participated in and won. This also means that she was a witness to Mytn’s televised accident. Ever since she witnessed that, Dream knew exactly what she had to do: help give Myth confidence in her scars and prosthetic, by getting Myth to model some of her sportswear.

Outfit: Fake glasses with pink lenses, hair held in a ponytail by a pink ribbon, a pink t-shirt, blue overalls with differently colored patches on it, pink Mary Janes, sewing and drawing supplies on her person at all times.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Deliveryperson

Famous for her fast running speed, despite being incredibly klutzy otherwise, her optimistic and cheery attitude regarding her job, her excellent customer service, and her sheer skill at delivering food from her family’s restaurant to anywhere in and even outside town, it was no wonder that Iris was accepted into Hope’s Peak’s Middle School Division underneath the title of “Jr. Ultimate Deliveryperson”. Whenever Myth is feeling extra stressed out, Iris will always be there with some warm food straight from her family’s restaurant and some uplifting advice/stress-relief techniques. Myth wonders how Iris knows all these calming methods.

Outfit: Braids tied into rings, a blue cap on her head with the family logo on the front, a blue t-shirt, black pants and blue and black sneakers.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Revolutionary

Despite usually being very timid in social situations, often hiding behind larger objects (namely her good friend Fusion), Purple‘s followers revere her as a charismatic and ambitious leader. Even though Purple comes from an upper-crust family, upon being made aware of the true corruption both her family and other families have gone through, Purple started to lead a group of oppressed individuals to fight against the corrupt businesses and government establishments. Myth may have declined joining Purple’s group, but Myth still considers Purple a great friend. They regularly have venting sessions over some of Fusion’s tea.

Outfit: A purple camo-patterned jumpsuit and matching boots, a white and purple captain’s hat, a long black cape.

This AU shall center around Myth getting the trauma support system that she deserves, all from a ragtag team of Anons! ——————————————-————

PERSONALITY

Pre-accident, Racer!Myth was a rough, tough, confident and rather-cocky woman-and-man-izer, and a nonstop flirting machine. Despite her rough exterior, she is still a really kind and charitable soul, often donating her racing funds to charity. But after the accident, Myth’s confidence practically vanished, and is now a skittish and cowardly shell of her former self, albeit she still retains her rough speech patterns and her romantic side. But she is making baby steps with the help of the other Anons (Wyre, in particular) to restore herself to her former glory.

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APPEARANCE

Not baring to show off her burned and scarred face, Myth’s face is covered by her signature fuschia and purple racing helmet. One could detect short purple hair hidden beneath her helmet. Myth wears a black tracksuit, patterned with squares in a pink-to-purple-to-blue radiant, blue and purple gloves (that cover up her prosthetic arm) and matching boots.

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I know how much you like COTG talentswaps, so I hope you like this one! Let me hear your opinions on this AU!

#submission #interesting one #talentswap tuesday #fusion anon #art #not my art #fusion anon ii #purple anon #sparkling anon #iris anon #just anon #egg anon #wet sock anon #curious anon #eldritch anon #dream anon #anon nerd #anon scar #my evil twin

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bugaboowritings · 4 years ago

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Date My Best Friend, You Dumb Cat - Superhero Accidental Reveal Fic

Alya Found Out Adrien's Secret and is MAd that He Isn't Doing His Homework

So... I had this piece in my head since I saw that old Instagram post about Alya and Adrien being partners for a school project and that comic about Adrien and Alya having an accidental Reveal when their glamour dropped.

May make this a series.. Also have this same thing but with Chloe - Check them out! ( 1 ) and ( 2 )

And then with Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien - ( 1 )

Two months, one week, three days, and seven hours since the new semester started.

Two months, one week, and twelve hours since Miss Bustier assigned the first group project.

Two months, one week, eleven hours, and forty minutes since Alya Césaire and Adrien Agreste were randomly selected to be partners.

Four minutes after that, Alya teased her best friend mercilessly if she wanted to trade partners.

Two years, six months, two weeks and twenty-three hours since Ladybug and Chat Noir first appeared in Paris.

Two years, six months, and three weeks since Alya met her best friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng on the first day of school in a new town.

Two seconds since she discovered Chat Noir’s identity.

Two years, six months, and two weeks since Marinette confessed to Alya about her crush on a certain blond she thought Marinette strongly disliked.

Seven seconds since she found out about Chat’s secret identity.

Two years and five months since Alya decided to investigate the real-life superheroes patrolling the city.

Eleven seconds since the mask and the magical spandex fully disintegrated off her skin.

What happened only moments ago played as if someone clicked freeze-frame on this point of Alya Césaire’s life as her miraculous glamour dropped.

Leaving Alya Césaire in the cold alley as Rena Rouge vanished into thin air. Ending the superhero illusion when her suit reached its five-minute limit.

The dazzled Lady-blogger watched the little coy Fox God of Illusion twist their expression in amusement. The corners of their mouth turned up in a sharp smile, playfully flicking their tongue at their user.

“Oh, this is going to be fun explaining to the Leader Lady.”

“You’re-! ADrienN!” Alya choked.

“How- OH MY GOD! You’re- Oh my god!!” She stuttered, barely grasping what was going on as she tripped over her words while the fatal conclusion hit her gut. Her stomach felt hot and twirled in knots. Her cold, clammy hands traveled to her curls, locking her fingers in her hair as she pulled strands away from her face. Not believing what she just witnessed.

Alya swore on this day that she went brain dead before her eyes widened and readjusted to the dark atmosphere. Without her mask, Alya was left without her magical night vision, forced to focus on the scene organically while her glasses slowly dipped off the bridge of her nose.

The gears clicked and ground in Alya Césaire’s observant mind, jumping faster to conclusions than a gun could fire a bullet into a clear sunny day. Pinning ideas and theories then shuffling around clues that could make this sound believable to herself. Even as she sat there, sitting in the middle of the alley-way trash bin, watching the aftermath of the Miraculous unfold.

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, she JUST HAD to make the grave mistake on dropping into the same alley that Chat Noir did.

AND OF COURSE!!-, she did it without thinking it through! Not while the adrenaline levels spiked up in the blood in her veins, giving her this deadly sense of invincibility. The same feeling that made her fearless when she leaped over buildings and dropped from heights that could kill her and her courage.

However, in the heat of the moment, there’s no time left to worry when her necklace gave an urgent beep. Alya remembered thinking that she had more time to spare, yet the second she blinked -her orange suit was already peeling off her body. Causing her to lose her footing in mid-air which led to one of the most ungracefully landings she has ever made. Drawing blood as she scraped her hands hitting the brick wall and almost breaking her neck if she hadn’t landed in the stuffed dumpster or pushed her feet under her weight to cushion her fall. Her sweatshirt returned back on her body and her hair was no longer crimson red, but tree bark brown with fading colored tips.

Then with a loud THUMP, BOOM, and CRASH, a commotion that surely woke up the surrounding neighborhood and scared off any stray cats in the area, the two heroes fell out of the sky and landed into their civilian selves.

Of course, Alya didn’t realize she wasn’t the only one that crash-landed in the alley until it was a second too late to do anything about it.

Untangling herself from the garbage-bins tagged with graffiti and unsettling stains, Alya puffed and huffed, holding her breath to trap the last bit of fresh air she had stored in her lungs. Only to gasp for air, not because of the grime and disgusting odors around her but she noticed the glow and gleam of green and black across from her.

Alya swore that she covered her eyes, for her sake and his- but she recognized that voice as it groaned. Along with those familiar orange shoes that kicked up and around, same with the sweats with a familiar logo stitched on the side.

The Gabriel Brand.

Gabriel Agreste.

THE Gabriel Agreste.

One of the top lines in fashion.

Practical clothing but at expensive prices.

A-And that! What he was wearing was part of a new street-wear! One only rumored to exist and if so- it wasn’t hitting the stores for a figure of a few months!! (Thank you, Marinette for your vast knowledge of fashion and launches and your endless rambles about them.)

Yet, how could-!? How could this sly cat have access to the brand or rumored collection!? How could this leather-wearing flirt have the cash to have anything with the Agreste brand on it?

Was he some sort of business partner? A loyal customer with benefits? Heir to a company that has ties with the Agreste? New money or old?!

No- that can’t be right. Gabriel wouldn’t just hand off his secret collection unless…Unless it was someone worth giving to.

It wasn’t until the infamous cat raised his head up in a moan that Alya Césaire, local Lady-blogger, saw his face, Chat Noir’s face, without the mask.

As ungracious this whole situation was, this seemed like the only right way to figure out the kitty’s identity.

All thanks to a series of unfortunate events and some bad luck.

Something totally on-brand for him.

The blond brushed his hair with the tips of his fingers before lightly rubbing the sore spot over his neck. Rocking his head back and forth and around to alleviate the stinging. His forehead wrinkled as he groaned once more, knitting his eyebrows together. All before opening his acid green eyes wide at the reporter when she released the breath she held in.

Adrien Agreste being this cocky superhero that swirled and twirled about the city- the same one that wore a bell and slick black leather- explained so little and left so many questions unanswered.

It did, however, explain the little details that she looked over when it came to Adrien Agreste. How he jumped into action when he heard the Akuma Alert, how he didn’t run for his life but quickly claim that he needed to go to the bathroom when a giant semi-monster or Akuma loomed over the city, how he seemed to be a true Ladybug Stan since the beginning it all- even when Paris was barely getting used with their new super-reality, how he checked with Alya after almost every blog post if she uploaded something during school hours, the quick comments and awkward praise given about his alter-ego when the Miraculous Duo came to be the topic again in the lunch table.

The Lady-blogger knew that Chat Noir playing offense when Darkblade came to claim Paris could be a clue, how Chat Noir knew where to take the students when evacuating the school after a nasty Akuma attack when he ‘supposedly’ never been there, and then how Chat Noir called everyone by their name when it was the first time her classmates even had the chance to see him in person and not on a news-recap.

Why Adrien had to miss the grand installment of the Miraculous Duo Statue in the park, but he never really missed it because he was THERE! Chat Noir was in her classroom and she didn’t even-!!

Alya gasped.

“Our project is due before 12!” Cupping her mouth before throwing her hands out to the blond. Yanking him out of the trash by the collar of his jacket.

“Why are you here and not finishing the first draft?!”

Adrien Agreste, still pressed up against the alley wall with his back supported by day-old trash, digested Alya’s words before rolling his eyes. A snarky reply slipped his mouth as he shifted his body into a more comfortable spot after getting squashed in the tight alleyway.

“An evil super villain possessed a child, Alya. I have priorities.”

“And our grade isn’t!”

Adrien tucked his legs under himself as a cat kwami popped out of his light blue jacket. Struggling to get on his feet from the buzz sensation in his legs after his fall, resting his hands on the dirty concrete before showing more of his superhero persona.

“Again priorities, Alya!” He uttered, ruffling his hair as he took their current situation in.

Stretching his arms as he stood up to his full height. His hair, messy and tangled, suede one side to the other as Adrien shook his head.

“I can’t leave my Lady alone when a crazed toddler is on the loose.”

----

Who would have guessed?

That the Cat with the dangerously charming grin was the same boy that can’t go out with his friends if work intervened or when his dad flatly said no to his face through a tablet held by his black-suited assistants. The guy that would merciless flirt with the red heroine (he still drinks respect women juice tho) was outside of the world of superheroes and villains, a guy that never went out on a proper date with anyone before.

God, this would surely make a great article.

Alya Césaire had uncovered one of the biggest secrets in Paris, all in a matter of some lucky seconds. Not because of her totally-awesome journalist skills, but all because of dumb luck.

Wait-.

She just lost her secret identity too.

--Ladybug is going to kill her.

Alya got sick and pale when she thought this situation over, not with her Lady Blogger brain, but with her superhero ego. Forgetting how her project was late or the fact if she didn’t return home quickly her family would worry if they didn’t find her in bed at this hour.

Ladybug is going to kill them.

No-... she gonna take away their miraculous FIRST so they then don’t have a chance to fight back and THEN kill them. Most likely after her speech about breaking the most important rule of being a superhero.

“Keeping your secret identity a secret.”

Alya groaned into her hands as the memory of Ladybug’s lectures and advanced fighting skills played in her head.

She is so dead.

Letting that fact sink in before taking in a big deep breath.

“It’s fine,” she can work with this. She can bounce back. She can just explain this to Ladybug without losing her chance at being a Miraculous Holder. It’s gonna be fine-

Parting her hands from her face to see Ch-Adrien pull out a little container of cheese for the black kwami nagging and floating by the blond’s head. The tiny god grinned as it nibbled (inhaled) on that snack as it hovered over his Chosen’s shoulder.

Alya screamed in her palms once more, making her peace on earth.

---

Alya thanked Adrien for the slice of cheese. Handing it to Trixx to get him ready for another transformation. The duo decided that it was better to wait it out for their Kwamis rather than try to walk home in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night.

Once Alya came over the shock of finding out Chat Noir’s identity, she bit her tongue before asking any questions. Taking in what was behind the mask, a good observation was key for a reporter since that can tell more than questions itself could.

His hair was different, it wasn’t the right length (when thinking of his magical alter-ego). Nor did it curl by his ears, but it still had that ‘swish’ and ‘fluff’ texture. His eyes were still that acid green color but seemed more on the light shade and looked more ‘natural’ and ‘safe’ compared to the huge, glowing cat eyes he had before. The same eyes that scared criminals in pit black or lit up a night sky. His face’s silhouette matched the pictures of the hero’s. His jaw was the perfect shape and his height was exactly the same, give or take the added milometers from his boots. Yet, it seemed so weird to see this.

There, Chat Noir peeled away left Adrien Agreste. Laying against the tagged-up walls and using the crunchy trash bags to break his fall and now as bean-bag chairs as he laughed at something his Kwami whispered.

“You’re Chat Noir.”

It was the first sentence she said without coughing or yelping. Scaring Adrien to just hear Alya speak in her stern tone, ruining the silence he thought they (unspokenly) agreed to keep. Nevertheless, Adrien should have known that the quiet could only last for a while before Alya recovered and spit questions with a blink of an eye.

It was too good to be true if he thought they could just forget about this and walk away.

The golden boy bit his bottom lip in what seems to be a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and a dash of amusement. Giving Alya a shy smile before shrugging his shoulders.

“Guess the cat is out of the bag,” Adrien, no, Chat Noir grinned.

The Lady-blogger had to stop the burning need to deck him so hard.

A thin, yet toothy smile appeared before losing it when Cha- Adrien’s kwami, a tiny grumpy cat-god with two white-ivory fangs that stood out in contrast with his deep purple fur, asked for more cheese before showing the rest of his sharp teeth in an attempt for a wide innocent smile.

It was terrifying.

“GOD!” Alya cried, rolling her eyes as her fox kwami fled to talk to Chat Noir, wait no, Adrien’s kwami. Still not over that her classmate was part of the Miraculous Duo. The reporter gasped for air even harder as she reached another conclusion.

“I knew it was you! AH! Ha! I knew it in the beginning!” Alya uttered, switching from frustrating sounds to a laugh that made Adrien question the report’s ability to handle and process all this before Alya pumped her fist up before cursing the universe out loud. Her painted nails rubbed circles on her temples while she munched on this memory in her own flashback.

“I-urgh! I knew! I knew you looked too much like Chat Noir, too much to call it ‘chance’. But no!- Marinette brushed me off. Telling me ‘That’s too good to be true!’- and now!” Tossing her hands out to the blond and his kwami.

The undeniable evidence that landed on her plate.

“Here you are! Both Chat Noir and Adri-“

A cold hand cupped on Alya’s mouth. Stopping her from shouting even louder or even finishing her sentence. Pushing her back to the old brick wall.

The Lady-blogger instinctively fought back, her hands reaching for the fingers over her mouth, but she stopped herself before she scratched the blond or bit his hand (or worse, spit in it).

“Alya,” Adrien hushed. “I know that you know this- but you can’t tell anyone about this. Living or dead- Not a soul, not in any journal entry, not on your blog or to Nino, ever. Not even to Marinette.”

Alya nodded at the sudden serious tone.

“Bad enough that Hawk Moth is still out there with his eye out for our heads. If you or I get akumatized it’s gonna be game over for Ladybug and Paris. You understand that, right?”

Alya shoved his hand away.

“First off, your hand smells like Camembert. Gross.”

“Second,” she sighed. Letting her fingers press against the creases of her forehead before sliding down to her cheek.

“. . .Does Ladybug know?”

Adrien’s fingers tugged on his hoodie string as he nibbled on his lips. His nose crinkled in dissatisfaction.

“We planned to reveal ourselves when Hawk Moth’s gone and defeated . . . “

“How noble.” Alya snorted.

Before Alya could ask anything else, Adrien beat her to the punch. His voice filled the air as cars in the background beeped at each other at the late ride home or to work.

“My turn with this interrogation.” Moving his face a little closer, Adrien Unaware-of-Boundaries-Because-He-Was-Locked-In-A-House-His-Whole-Life Agreste frowned.

“What do you mean by ‘I knew it” and how does Marinette think- wait, does she know that you’re Rena? Alya did you-”

Alya pushed Adrien a step off before rolling her eyes.

“Of course not!” She scoffed.

“I tell Mari everything, but - But Ladybug trusted me with the miraculous and I kept my secret and promise to her.” Twisting her leg in anxiousness before quickly commenting, “ Well it was a secret before THIS happened.”

----

~Study Session at the Library. Be here by 2

~Same table as always

Adrien clicked on the message, typing out a quick response and a time change. Sweeping his hair back, happy with what he wrote after rewriting twice and finally pressing send.

-2:15, but I’m still in the locker room. I’m there by 2:30, tops.

Alya hummed as she saw the little dots on Nino’s phone before disappearing again and then reappearing with a new message. Huffing through her nose before typing a response back.

~It’s due this week and we are out by 3:45.

Adrien pulled his clothes from his locker before hearing the soft buzz of his phone in his gym bag. Groaning in defeat before typing out a dull reply.

-K.

---

Peeling another sticky note to add to the right corner of the book, not before uncapping her thin felt-tipped marker as Marinette scribbled a slanted question. Looping her y’s and not paying attention to the clicks towards the table since it could just be Rose asking for another pen from Alya. However, a chair scraped across the wooden floor and a gym bag thumped on the ground which sent vibrations up the table. Making her jump, pulling back her hand before she accidentally drew a huge line down the page of her textbook.

“Thanks for organizing this session, Alya. I’m glad that we managed to meet up even with my schedule.”

Marinette continued to scribble in her sticky notes. Her handwriting got sloppier as she wrote faster. Her anxiousness escaped from her in her blush and in her quick penmanship. Exhaling sharply, catching Nino’s attention only to lose it as his dirt-colored eyes noticed his best friend. Tugging his headphones off his ears.

“Dude, nice to see you finally make it to one of our ‘nerd meetings’.”

“Hard with my Father and all my tutors back home. Are you gonna finally let me play Mega Strike on your phone or wait until your phone is at 5 percent like last time?”

“Adrien, it was one time!”

“SHH!” the librarian hushed. Quieting the boys and they slowly mellowed in their chairs. The librarian broke his stare and returned back to the paperwork on his desk. The boys broke their silence and the tension in the table as they couldn’t help the chuckles that came up their lips when they looked at each other. Bring back that light environment when the boys nudged each other playfully. Chuckling under their breath as Adrien set his pens and books out from his school bag.

Marinette tried her best to keep her eyes on her paper. She can’t be blushing and rambling like she always did. But God, this was gonna be so hard to do since old habits die hard. As hard as she gripped her pen while she carved the words on her notebook page. The music in her earbuds crashed with her emotions. The lofi beats weren’t calming her; it just made her feel like she was on the wrong station. Debating to switch her playlist to something quicker and louder to make her concentrate on her work and not on something more captivating. . .

WAIT,,, NO!!!! BAD MARINETTE! Don’t think that- he is just a friend!!

Pushing her earbuds in her ear deeper in hopes to drown out his laughter. Her finger swiped across stations and then deciding on to Jagged Stone’s new single. Killing the urge to stare at the model or steal looks at him, but surely looking at him couldn’t hurt-

GOD! WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!?

They’re just friends. And “just friends” doesn’t mean that you should stare at each other’s eyes. “Just Friends” means just friends especially when one of the friends looks like a certain blond and is potentially dating someone else-

A pink pen rolled over her notebook.

Is that- a Ladybug pen?

Marinette tugged on the wires of her earbuds, letting them fall off her ears and pausing the first verse of Jagged’s song.

“Ah-could you guys pass me my supplies?”

Marinette’s blue eyes finally did the thing she prayed she wouldn’t do.

She looked up.

There, Adrien rushed to pick up his pens, pencils, markers, and highlighters as they rolled off the table. Nino was already crouching down, grabbing the ones that fell under his chair’s legs while Alya picked up the ones that came her way.

“I didn’t know they sold ladybug stationery?” The lady-blogger grinned, twirling the pen between her painted nails. Wiggling her eyebrows at the flustered blond who try to brush off her looks with an eye roll. Hoping that if he ignores the blush that came up his face, they won’t comment on it.

“It was in a pack, Alya.” Adrien bit his lip, reaching over to snatching the pen back from Alya. Only to miss her hand completely as she pulled back her arm in the last second. Teasing Adrien with the pen, holding it out of his grasp. Tossing it to Nino when his fingers reached a little too close to the pen. The boys rough-house a minute before earning themselves another scorning from the librarian.

Over the last two years of going to public school compared to the first day he tried to sneak through the front gates, Adrien Agreste would have died on the spot if he got scorned by an authority figure other than his caregiver, well ‘care’-givers, at Françoise Dupont High School - but with time, Adrien Agreste mellowed into the new role of Adrien, the student.

Just the student.

A different persona from the one that lived at home and bloom when entering school grounds. Adrien would say that he’s more care-free and open than before as he learned how to sneak out and what buttons to press when joking with his closest friends. Like how Nino always fell for the “What’s that?” trick- no matter what or how Kagami liked puns even if she frowned or how Marinette would shot a sarcastic remark if given the chance (so Adrien tried his best to set the joke to hear Mari’s slick comments which often ending with an innocent smile before walking away).

So it wasn’t unusual for Adrien to act like this, like a teenager and not some super famous model. Just a student who was currently blushing in embarrassment due to his Ladybug stationary.

“They’re nice.”

The study group turned to the peep in the corner. Marinette swiped her thumb over the magical ladybug clip on the pen.

It felt heavy and good in her hand, it had nice weigh to it. All with a slick design that didn’t seem cheesy or cheap. It’s hard to make polka-dots work nicely, but who would know right?

“I’m more of Chat Noir fan though.” A small smile slipped out as she spun the pen in her hand one last time. Her face softens as she thought about her partner and how cute it would be to have his cartoon face on sticky notes if it didn’t add to his ego. Marinette finally passed the pen to Adrien who unconsciously held out his hand when her hand went out to him.

“Cool,” Adrien answered. Not knowing what to say without giving himself away or boasting about the Miraculous Duo without sounding stiff or awkward.

That little moment was gone as a voice cleared the air.

“So you’re a cat stan now?”

-------

“I didn’t know you dig that type of leather, Mari?” Alya purred as she grinned a little too hard as her joke, causing her cheeks to squish the edge of her amber-colored iris. Narrowing her four eyes at her clueless friend.

“I’m not- why are you making it sound so weird?!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Marinette rolled her eyes before shaking her head. Quickly stepping down the stairs with the reporter on her heels. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, reminding herself to trim them when she gets home or when she’s free by this weekend.

“And-stop looking at me like that, Alya!”

“I wasn-”

“I can feel your laser vision from here.”

“Okay, fine! I give, Mari. I can’t lie to you no more.” Throwing her arms around the designer’s neck and tugging her near. Marinette pulled her legs under her before she choked herself with Alya’s hold.

“The truth is- I’m setting you up with a superhero, but can’t unless I absolutely know that you’re into them.”

“. . . .what?”

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vanderlindeandco · 5 years ago

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Hey I was wondering if i could get a one shot of Marcus x reader, where the reader is super shy and really likes Marcus but is too scared too tell him and the guys (cole, Baird, and dom) end up telling Marcus how the reader feels and ends up getting mad at them but thanks them because magic feels the same.

HELL yeah brother

“All right, then you’re going to slide this piece right here.“ Marcus’s fingers, fast for their size, pressed the last piece of the transmitter into place. “Got it?”

You nodded, taking the device from his hands when he handed it to you. “Thank you.”

“Get to work, Private.” He walked away, and you felt the floor quake just a little under his steady steps.

You really liked your new squad. Dom was kind and welcoming and you already saw him as something of a big brother, even though it had only been a couple months since you’d been transferred to Delta. Cole was fearless and never failed to put a smile on your face, whether by words or conduct. Baird could be cantankerous, and it had taken you awhile to figure out his sense of humor, but once you had, you came to value his ingenuity and edginess, and even to tolerate his whining. Sam was brave and funny and snarky, and you admired her confidence and how she flourished and excelled even in such a testosterone-filled environment.

But Marcus, well… Marcus was distracting. And for being the least talkative of the lot, that made no sense, you knew. But it wasn’t intentional on his part. It was in the gravel of his voice, a sound that sent goosebumps down your spine when he whispered an order in your ear on a covert operation. It was in his confidence, how he took charge in whatever situation cropped up, and even in the way he barked orders. It was the way he looked out for his squad, protecting them and doing everything he could to ensure their well-being. It was his devotion to his cause, the idealism that you could see even through years of mistakes, loss, and wear and tear. His fierce blue eyes helped too, and you appreciated the way his armor hugged his tank-like body, and the strong arms that emerged from under the metal.

You had it bad, and you knew it would be best to forget it. Even if something were to come of it, it would essentially lock you in your current rank of private since any promotions you received would automatically be suspect - the gap between your ranks was just too big. And you hated the way you got awkward around him, how your fingers fumbled on simple tasks, and your words seemed to trip over themselves. You didn’t quite feel like yourself around him.

You were patrolling one night with Dom and Cole, making rounds of the borders of the remote base Delta had temporarily been stationed at, when Dom asked, “So. When are you going to tell him?”

“Tell who?” you said.

“You’re supposed to ask what too, if you really don’t know,” Cole said, tapping the side of his nose confidentially.

“It’s that obvious?” you said sheepishly.

“A little,” Dom said.

“Well, you go from a very competent soldier to a schoolgirl around him” Cole said.

“So this is where you tell me it’s not going to work and not to get my hopes up,” you said. “I know, believe me.”

“Actually,” Dom said, “I think we were going to tell you to go for it.” You looked at him incredulously. “Back me up, Cole.”

“Marcus knows what you’re all about,” Cole said. “You might not be the highest-ranking, but you got a rep. Trustworthy, adventurous, funny - and I know you’re a hell of a good shot.”

“So what are you saying?” you asked, not wanting to risk drawing conclusions they weren’t trying to make.

“You’re his type, genius,” Baird’s voice crackled through Cole’s radio.

“That’s on?!” you asked, your cheeks immediately growing hot.

“Oops,” Cole said.

“Hey, I’m good at girl talk too,” Baird said.

You shot a resentful glance at Cole, who shrugged apologetically. Baird was friend, but he would not have been your top pick of who to confide your feelings in. “What’s happening?” Baird asked. “Can you still hear me? Come in, Delta.” He began to sing, his voice painfully out of tune. “If you fell in love with Marcus, clap your hands,” clap clap, “If you-”

“Okay, I hear you!” you said. You had wanted to say something considerably different - something that involved quite a few more four-letter words, but you hadn’t known Baird long enough to justify cussing out someone who outranked you by that much.

“Look, I’m just saying, say he does feel the same way - that probably means it’ll be twice as hard for me to get a promotion because everyone will think it’s just because I’m involved with him,” you said.

“You think Marcus would let that stand?” Cole said. “Hell no. He’d bang heads together until it worked.”

“I guess.” His words raised your hopes, but you knew it was smartest not to get too optimistic.

“Just nut up and tell him!” Baird said. There came some muffled noise through the radio, and a faint but familiar voice, and then Baird saying “Oh, hey, Sarge. Been here long?”

“Shit,” you muttered, and the radio cut out.

“He’s, uh… not the best about keeping secrets,” Dom said.

“Yeah,” you said, a little bitterly.

“It’ll be fine,” Cole said.

“Yep.” You scanned the quiet desert.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dom said. “Baird puts his foot in his mouth all the time. He’ll take care of it.”

“Good,” you said.

It was nearly midnight, the end of the guard shift, and you took a last circuit with Dom and Cole around the base before entering again through the gates. The base was quiet at night, so you were surprised to see two soldiers crossing the open courtyard toward you, and your heart sunk when even in the dim moonlight you spotted the familiar bandana on the head of the taller of the two.

“Private,” he said, his voice resounding in the courtyard even though he wasn’t speaking loudly.

“Uh, yes sir?” your voice had come out weak. Fuck, why was it so hard to talk around him?

“Baird tells me you have something to say.”

There was no way he had told him… was there? Your tongue felt heavy and clumsy as you tried to shape words. “I, uh-” your panicked eyes darted to Baird, who had a confident smirk on his face. “I-I wanted to thank you for…” for what? You groped around your mind for something to say. “-for teaching me, uh, earlier.”

“No problem,” Marcus said. “That’s it?”

“Yes, sir.” You knew your cheeks were bright red and you were grateful for the cover of night.

Baird looked a little let down, and you scowled at him as soon as Marcus’s attention shifted to Dom. “Everything clear on the patrol?” Marcus asked.

“All good,” Dom said.

“Good,” Marcus said. “Get some rest, all of you. Good work.”

As soon as you were out of earshot of Marcus and Baird, the words you’d been holding back burst from your lips. “That son of a bitch! I sounded like a total idiot.” You mocked your own voice, “‘Thanks for teaching me.’ Fuck!”

“Yeah, he overstepped a little there,” Dom said. “But I think he just wanted to help you make a move.”

“Yeah well, that should be up to me,” you said.

“Do try and do it before you get old and die an old widow,” Cole teased.

You sighed. Maybe he had a point. “I’ll think about it.”

*****

The next morning when you came into the mess hall, you found the men of Delta huddled around the isolated end of one long table. Dom was saying something, an earnest expression on his face, but you couldn’t hear the words. You grabbed a tray, accepting the normal morning rations before approaching the squad. The conversation stopped as you neared, all four soldiers suddenly seeming a little too interested in the mostly flavorless powdered eggs that comprised the main part of the meal. “Morning,” you said as you sat down next to Dom.

“Morning!” Cole said with a sunny smile.

“Marcus?” Baird asked, but when Marcus didn’t speak, he shook his head, lamenting toward the ceiling, “Do I have to do every-fucking-thing for you two?” You didn’t have time to figure out the implication of his words before he turned to you, asking, “You got a dress or something here?”

“No, why?” you asked.

“Cause you got a date tonight.”

“A… date? What did you say?” This seemed like it was probably about to go terribly wrong. There was Baird, out of line, again, but it wasn’t just him this time. You’d give them all a talking-to later. Your eyes darted to Marcus, whose gaze was still trained on his breakfast. You couldn’t read his expression at first - it seemed closed, tense, before you realized with a shock of tenderness that he was in fact bashful.

“Damn, is it hard to breathe in here or is it just all the sexual tension?” Baird asked.

Marcus scowled at him but then he turned to you and his face softened.“You know there’s not much to do around here. I, uh, thought we could go for a drive and maybe eat off-base.”

“I don’t think the word ‘picnic’ is in his vocabulary, but that’s what he’s getting at,” Baird said. “My idea, of course. He thought you should go to the range together. Cause there’s nothing as romantic as shooting paper to shit on your first date.”

“I…” Marcus looked up at the start of your sentence, and the intensity of his gaze made you pause. “Yes.”

There was silence for a moment and then Cole cheered as Baird clapped Marcus on the back. “There we go,” Dom said.

“You can thank me later,” Baird said. “We’re out of here.” The other three members of the squad rose, leaving you alone sitting across from Marcus.

You cleared your throat. “I like your idea better.”

He chuckled, his weathered face relaxing. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He stuffed the last bite of toast in his mouth, chewing it thoroughly before rising, tray in hand. “I’ll meet you at the range at 1900 hours.”

You smiled, and for once that funny feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when you were around him wasn’t a bad one. “Yes, sir.”

***

You had martial arts training with Dom that afternoon, and when you walked into the training room with a smile on your face, he asked, “Still mad at us?”

“No,” you said, a little grudgingly.

“Anything else you want to say?” he asked, a playful smile in his eyes.

“Yeah... Thank you.”

He nodded. “He likes you. Have fun tonight. Use protection!”

You rolled your eyes, fastening the velcro on your gloves. “Get your guard up.”

#gears of war #marcus fenix #marcus fenix x reader #request #fluffy #matchmaker baird lol

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lunnamars · 5 years ago

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somebody wants you - chap 1

First attempt to write about LuNami, one of the ships I love the most!

A quick reminder that English is not my primary language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

And our daily disclaimer: obviously, I don't own anything in One Piece because if I did, Luffy and Nami would already be together. Yeah.

You can read in AO3 and FFNET.

Chapter 1 - fissure

“Why the hell did you come with me, Luffy?”

Nami had been wondering that since the moment she left Sunny. Usually, the redhead tended to do the same activities during the time they stopped to recorder the Log Pose, especially while no fuss was yet to be settled. And as she believed that today would be no different, she thought she’d just need to divide the money between the crew members, say goodbye to everyone and go looking for her beloved clothing stores.

The magnetization would take around forty-eight hours, so it would be enough time for her to enjoy the city center, looking at stores after stores very calmly and still enjoy a little bit of the festival that would happen the other day.

I mean, if it weren't for the captain at her side.

For some reason, Luffy had stated loud and clear that he’d make company to Nami today and that "please, Usopp and Chopper don't cry" ("But they are already crying, Luffy.") because they would definitely explore the island together the next day.

That was an hour ago. Incredibly, neither Robin nor Sanji joined her and only the captain actually remained. Not that she minded spending time with the boy, quite the contrary - discreetly, Nami always tried to take advantage of any opportunities to be with him when it appeared.

After all, when you love someone, spending time together is always welcome.

Yeah. Love.

Not a crush, not an infatuation, let alone an affection from very close friends.

Currently, it was much more than that and Nami would no longer deny it.

The girl has been in denial for so long that since she finally managed to admit to herself that no, all this affection and concern can’t be just friendship, everything seemed to be much lighter. And it is not as if the whole world knew too - only Robin (and for the record, it was not of her own free will) because, let's face it, Nico Robin, unfortunately, is a very perceptive person.

Oh, and a certain pirate woman too.

So, as she knew that her archaeologist friend knew, Luffy's unexpected company could only be…

"Robin! She said that you needed my help!!". He happily exclaimed.

Sure. And in what exactly, Robin?

"I see... and she said what kind of help I needed?"

Nami was facing the fitting room mirror looking at the reflection of a completely electric Luffy running from side to side. As the redhead has been around for a long time, the captain's hyperactivity was nothing new, but she knew that the girl at the store was about to go crazy with so much random yukata that he picked it up and threw it in her hands.

"Tomorrow's festival! She said that you really wanted to go, but that neither she nor Sanji could help you choose the clothes, so she said I could and here I am! Nami, Nami ... look at this yukata? What do you think of this? Look at this one!! It's that-

"BE QUIET!!". Nami screamed and Luffy pouted.

"Namiiii-"

She had no option - she had to hit his head. And it's not that the navigator got angry by the captain's fussiness, but that she knew very well why Robin had suggested it and why Luffy had accepted it. But honestly, she just wanted to have a peaceful day.

She just wanted to have one day without thinking about Monkey D. Luffy.

But okay, Nami is a grown woman. Her times of throwing a tantrum with the boy and being angry because of her own feelings were no more. If fate (Can I also say that fate is called Robin?) decided that today she would have to endure all the shenanigans of her best friend, so be it. She is much more than her unrequited feelings.

Their friendship is much more than her unrequited feelings.

In reality, the redhead never got to confess. Today she can identify that these feelings have always existed since the moment Luffy put the straw hat on her head, but it was only five months ago that she finally realized. Coincidentally, when she met Boa Hancock, the Pirate Empress.

The navigator admits how childish she was - what she deciphered that could have been a serious crisis of jealousy. Nami never thought that she could feel this much jealousy in her life and it almost ended the spirituality of the Empress's visit. Right from the start, the redhead didn't like how Hancock talked to Luffy, how she hugged him, how she looked at him, let alone how she said over and over again that she was going to marry the boy.

This caused her to simply raise hell inside the Thousand Sunny, raging at anyone at any time and even being rude to the woman. Obviously this didn't go unnoticed by the captain and Nami is almost sure that it was the first time that Monkey D. Luffy called her out seriously, which left her feeling so apprehensive and guilty that, in the end, it was enough for her to wake up.

"I don't know what's your problem, but you're not acting normal. Hancock is our visit and she's my friend. I will not let anyone mistreat her, not even you, Nami."

On the same day, the navigator addressed the empress alone, apologized and gave a lame excuse that she didn't even remember, but she knew that the words of the beautiful pirate would be forever marked in her mind.

"I know you don't like me because you're in love with him. I completely understand and don't judge you. But deep down, you know you’re not enough for him, don't you? Don’t get me wrong, I’m saying this it's what I see. He’ll always have to save you and you will never be able to really pay for everything he did, don't you think? Are you sure you could live in such a relationship?"

Few things have hurt Nami deeply - the impotence in the face of the murder of Bell-mère, the inability to save her village from Arlong, the need to discard a good part of her childhood for a greater cause… and now, the words of Boa Hancock. Each sentence felt as if the empress was sticking a knife into her chest and turning. The raw truth of the shichibukai's words remained with Nami in the same way that her tattoo remained on her arm after all this time.

She remembers how much she cried that day hidden in the bathroom after the party for the Kujas pirates ended. Deep down, she knew it was all true - she loved Luffy more than anyone could imagine, she knew that he really always found a way to save her from any situation even if she didn't ask, but that she was always with a heavy heart because at any moment, what the hell would she do if he got hurt irreparably because of her own weakness? She knew it was an unbalanced relationship.

She knew all this.

It hurt to finally stop pretending to herself and at the same time discover that she really wasn't enough.

However, the other day, Nami was a totally different person with Hancock and the entire crew. No more angry faces or snarky remarks - she tried to be as nice as she could, since the empress, despite giving a dirty look at the two women on the crew, did no harm to the navigator. Besides, Nami was fully aware that she was acting like a child just because Hancock was right in all of her observations and all the redhead could do was just accept it.

Besides, it's not like Luffy has any idea what it means to like someone more than a nakama. Nami didn't even have to confess to know that the captain didn't really see her that way. Few words were necessary to confirm this fact and she would be lying if she said that his firm denial about the mere idea of possibly being married to her had not hurt her either.

This escaped from his mouth shortly after Hancock's departure when Usopp and Chopper were messing with him about what he thought about marriage and romantic relationships since the beautiful pirate left no doubt about her true intention with Luffy. One word leads to another and Usopp, incredibly impertinent, asked if he had already thought about this type of thing about his female crewmates.

"Haa? No!! Robin is too old and Nami doesn't always do something fun. I don't think it would work, shishishi."

It really took the redhead by surprise - so much that she couldn't even hit him in the head for being rude. The reaction (or lack of) did not go unnoticed by the Straw Hats, much less by Luffy. He had the usual silly and innocent smile on his face, but when he realized that Nami just stared at him with no expression, the captain became confused and soon he started to panic thinking that his friend would hit him and "please Nami, don't do anything, sorry, sorry"-

In fact, the navigator did nothing. After a few seconds, she merely gave a fake laugh and agreed with Luffy ("Maybe you're right, Captain."), but everyone realized that since then their relationship has changed almost imperceptibly just because Nami was good at lying. But secretly, everyone was trying to fix this "something" that seemed to have been broken in the past few months, but that nobody knew exactly what it was.

Not even Nami knew. She tried to not show anything, but unconsciously, she started to avoid fondling with Luffy's hair (although she is often unsuccessful), tried not to wear the hat anymore when he puts it on her head, started to draw maps more often in the library, walked away when they were to close. Still, she still enjoyed every moment she could have with the rubber boy while maintaining a safe distance between the two. Since then, Nami has been stuck in this duality of wanting to get close, but at the same time to move away.

It's not as if an abyss had formed between them, but there was a slightly open fissure so that she knew where she should be when he was completely out of her reach.

It was also unnecessary to say how much she cried hidden in the bathroom for two days. And that's when Nico Robin found out. Nami really had no intention of telling anyone - it would be the secret she would keep under lock and key. But Robin... Robin was very observant and intelligent. Obviously, she noticed how Nami came back with puffy eyes in those two days that followed the captain's statement.

On the third day, the navigator cried on her friend's lap.

Initially, Nami tried to be as discreet as possible, but something told her that Luffy had noticed and since the Empress's fateful visit, the captain tried to get close to her whenever he could. She got tired of telling the boy that it was okay, that she hadn't been upset, that he doesn’t need to worry, but for some reason, he still persisted.

The funny thing is that Luffy, in one way or another, taught her and showed her several things, including what was a broken heart.

"Luffy, honestly, you didn't have to come. You could have gone for a walk on the island with Usopp and Chopper, no biggie. And tomorrow, I just intended to stop by the festival and go back to Sunny."

The girl sighed heavily as she smoothed the boy's dark hair. Of course she wanted to spend time with him (while not - and she gave a double sigh because nothing seemed to make sense in the last few months), but Nami would not impose her presence on someone who wasn't in the mood to enjoy it. Initially, she felt super offended and enraged every time she thought about how they almost never go out just the two of them during stops around the islands because he always ran to be close to Usopp, Chopper or Zoro, but nowadays she simply accepted that this is how it is.

Deep down, she wanted him to yearn for her company just as she craved for his, but you can't have everything, right? Luffy's friendship is one of the most valuable things that she possessed and she definitely would not lose everything due to selfish desires on her part.

Luffy accepted the pat on his head and just tilted his face expressionlessly.

"You don't want me to stay here, Nami?". His suddenly serious tone really surprised her.

"Of course I want. I just don't want to make you do something you don't want to do, you idiot. I can manage here without any problems. I'm sure you would rather go exploring the island than to look at clothes with me, nee Lu-"

"Would you prefer Sanji instead?". Luffy asked in his characteristic blunt way and Nami was startled again. I usually want your company, you idiot in a hat, the redhead thought, holding on the urge to roll her eyes.

"Haa? I didn't say that. I just meant that you would have more fun if you had gone with Usopp or Chopp-"

"Yoshi!! If you don't mind, then let's continue, Nami!! There are still other yukatas here that I separated- Oe, Nami! What time is the festival? Do we still have time??". The boy opened his eyes comically and Nami held on tightly to keep from laughing. He himself just said that the festival was tomorrow and has already forgotten. It's almost impossible to be upset with you, you fool!

“Calm down, Luffy. The festival is only tomorrow. Let's do this way: you finish helping me choose a yukata for the festival, then I buy you ice cream and you're free, what do you think?”

"Ice cream?? I want ice cream, Nami! Now?"

Another hit on the head.

"Didn't you hear what I just said, you moron??!! AFTER!!”

Luffy pouted and Nami almost gave in but preferred to keep her scowl on. The captain really managed to be uncontrollable when he wanted to.

"Okay, but you have to help me too, Nami! I’ll need clothes to go to the festival and you always say that I dress badly, but I’ll show you that you’re crazy and wrong."

"Are you going to the festival?? Why?? And… c-c-crazy? …CRAZY??"

The redhead raised her arm to beat Luffy up, but he was faster - he threw the yukatas on the floor and ran. But before leaving for the men's store, he looked at Nami from head to toe and said in a simple and cheerful way something she never imagined hearing from him.

"You look very beautiful, Nami! I think this is the best you have tried so far!! Shishishi."

And she could neither answer nor prevent her face from blushing.

バカ baka.

#monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #luffy x nami #lunami #opfanfic #fanfiction

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 6 years ago

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Birds ~ Stan Uris (part 1)

A/n: My first song prompt! Heard this and immediately thought of my bird boy. I tried to resist writing it bc I’ve already done a little series fr Stan but I couldn’t help it. Hope you enjoy! Also, y’all are aged to 17/18.

Anon: Pidge

Word Count (without lyrics): 3036

Song: “Birds” by Thomas Sanders ft. Terence Williams

MASTERLIST

I don't wanna drive a fancy car today; I don't wanna ride in a red corvette. I don't wanna jog my Saturday away, but I don't wanna go home yet.

Shoulders clashed together and two pairs of eyes met, wide. “I’m so sorry,” one of the people gushed before pausing, a small smile on their face as their head tilted. “Eddie Kaspbrak?”

Eddie found a smile moving onto his face. “That’s my name,” he confirmed. “And you’re fine, you didn’t kill me.” They both laughed. “What’s your name.”

“Y/n,” was the answer. “We went to middle school together but... you probably don’t remember me.

Eddie felt guilty. “I... do not.”

The giggle that came out of the new face was cute and Eddie found himself liking this person. There was a certain energy. Something that drew him in and made him feel so comfortable and warm. “It’s okay. I was a really quiet, shy, awkward kid. I kinda sat in a corner and hid behind books from... everyone.” An embarrassed expression passed over their face. “I’m working on being more social. Making friends. Try to make high school better than Middle school.”

Eddie scoffed. “Heard it’s worse.”

Y/n smirked. “Challenge accepted.”

This human being was intriguing. Eddie knew his friends would like them. “Hey, want to come meet my friends? We’re just a bunch of Losers but it’s somewhere to start.”

Y/n beamed. “I would LOVE to.”

After that, Y/n became a Loser. The others all felt the same draw as Edddie had, and they were welcomed with open arms.

Stan thought they were fine in a passive way. He seemed to be the only one not super excited about his new friend that they had... Y/n was madly taken with him though. They thought he was so good looking and funny, more prone to laughing at his banter with his boys and his nonaggressive insults than to take offense to them, as if they already knew that Stan’s way of showing affection was through eye rolls and snarky comments.

Freshman year was filled with making memories and adjusting to the shift. Y/n kept their promise in accepting Eddie’s challenge when it came to high school being lame. For every bad thing that happened Y/n set a good thing. A hang out during he weekend or a game night in the middle of the week. Sharing jokes at lunch or bringing cool books and exchanging the worst pick up lines with Richie, making everyone laugh. That was the year went from stranger to friend, telling stories about their life and lineage since their family had been kind of wild. The Losers could tell some of them were fake, but Y/n never insisted they were real and told them for the pure purpose or entertainment. If anyone ever asked or pushed it, they would immediately tell if the story was real or not. Y/n lied a lot less than the average person. Probably because they were terrible at it unless they were telling a story.

Sophomore year was when Y/n stopped making it about their life and turned stories simply into that- stories. Fantastical and amazing and full of magic or horror or drama. They were more entertaining than ever, and Bill often would write down an outline of each story, giving the notes to Y/n and insisting they should write it. Y/n would claim the the same thing: “You write it, Billiam. I couldn’t sit down and organized my chaotic thoughts on paper. I change it based on crowd reaction and there’s so many plot holes.. you’d do better.” So Bill would write them. And, in return, he gave Y/n paper copies of each of the short stories he’d strengthened based off of her idea. Y/n collected them in folders and when Summer came, they left pages for covers and made an amateur book- Short Stories by Bill Denbrough and Y/n L/n. Those stories were told again and again until the other Losers could recite them, but without fault Ben and Eddie would ask for another story during each long stretch of nothing or when they couldn’t sleep at sleepovers.

Junior year was for Richie and Y/n’s insane duo. With Eddie and Y/n’s joking around and brother/sister bond and Bill and Y/n’s bond over writing and how Ben and Mike could rant about anything and Y/n would listen with endless, genuine interest, it was amazing to see Y/n not only be creative, attentive, caring, and genuine, but also be able to keep up with Richie. Y/n laughed at his jokes, as earnest to listen to him as they listened to Mike or Eddie. The two kept the mood light, continuing their constant exchange of jokes and pick up lines. Between Bill’s creative mind and Richie’s unwavering ability to always have something to say, the two boys and Y/n became really close as Y/n tied inside jokes into quick stories, letting Richie jump in with voice impersonations and dorky comments and the most wacky, random suggestions to throw the story for an insane loop. Bill, as before, took notes and wrote the stories at home in his free time, and a new volume was made- “Crazy Stories by Trashmouth, Sunny, and Big Bill.” That’s what they called Y/n. Sunny, because of their cheery disposition and the way they brought a new sense of life and a simultaneously bright and also chill atmosphere. A safe sort of feeling that was so warm and comfortable and felt exactly like home.

When Richie and Bill realized they had feelings for each other, it was Y/n who got them together. And then they got Ben and Mike together too. The summer after junior year, Y/n sat back and smirked as they successfully paired up their friends and watched love bloom.

One day, Eddie plopped next to Y/n. “You’re good at that.” Y/n looked over with their arms crossed and a questioning eyebrow risen. “Match making. Getting people together.” He chuckled. “Think you could help me out?”

Y/n chuckled. “I’ll definitely keep my eye out, Eddie Spaghetti.” Y/n rarely called Eddie that other than in joking, lighthearted moments like these. They had picked it up from Richie. “You deserve to be happy.” They winked and Eddie nodded, agreeing silently.

Two weeks later, Y/n pointed out a guy sitting in the park with a book on his lap. “The one in the purple shirt?” Eddie asked doubtfully.

Y/n shot him a look. “Yes, Eddie. Trust me. He works in the pharmacy, in the back. Sorting things and restocking shelves. He’s super introverted so it might take a second, but you two are a match made in heaven. Swear it on my reputation.”

Like magic, a few months later Eddie ran to his friends a few days before senior year began, ranting about the fantastic date he’d had the night before with his boyfriend and the kids they had and on and on- only Y/n stuck around to listen, laughing and beaming. “YOU’RE MAGICAL!” Eddie ended dramatically.

“I told you!” Y/n insisted.

Eddie looked around at the Losers. Stan and Bill were talking as Richie played with Bill’s fingers. Mike and Ben, not one for super affection while with their friends, were sitting close together and listening to the conversation about what they expected senior year to be like and what they had planned after, every once in a while giving input.

Suddenly he turned to Y/n. “What about you?”

Y/n seemed confused. “What ABOUT me?”

“Oh come on Sunny,” Eddie prompted. Y/n’s nose scrunched up at the nickname. They knew that Y/n wasn’t ALWAYS happy. No one was. They knew that Y/n actually got into a lot of arguments with their parents and had to deal with being the less favorite child compared to their younger sister who was perfect and pretty and for some reason everything Y/n wasn’t to their parents. That’s why Y/n was so accepting and attentive and caring- because they didn’t want anyone to feel alone or less than as they had. But the nickname had stuck more in appreciation for how hard Y/n worked to be the best friend they could be despite it all.

Still, sometimes it bothered Y/n the same was ‘Eddie Spaghetti’ bothered Eddie. They still used the nicknames though.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “You have to like someone. Let me help set you up with someone!”

Y/n shrugged, suddenly not as into the conversation. Eddie was unsure what he’d said and why it had upset Y/n, but he promptly stopped talking. Y/n sighed, running a hand through their hair in habit. “There’s no one interested in me,” they settled.

Later, Eddie would talk about the odd interaction with Ben and the two would team up to figure out who Y/n liked, because Ben said that based on what they said, there WAS someone.

“Come ON, Y/n!” Eddie insisted.

Finally they broke. “Oh my gosh, it’s Stan!” Both boys stared at Y/n with shock. “I’ve tried everything I could think of, but no matter what I do every time I try and get especially close to him he just seems annoyed with me more than anything. Like how he’s annoyed with Richie but worse.” Ben and Eddie shared a startled look. That was bad. “I gave up. He won’t ever like me, I get it.” Their voice grew quiet. “But it won’t change that when he smiles my stomach twists and when he laughs my insides warm up. It doesn’t change that I wonder if his hair is as soft as it looks or think about holding his hand and marking him laugh or...” they shrugged, glaring into their lap. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t bring him to me and when I try to go to him, he gets annoyed.”

There was a pause before Ben scooted close to his friend, placing his hand on their shoulder. “We have one year left, and then we’re done with high school. You’ve been into him since freshman year?” Y/n nodded. “That’s three years, Y/n. Three years.” Eddie and Y/n both gulped, but Ben smiled. “You might be THE matchmaker, but I think you should go for it again. Try a different tactic. Don’t give up or stop trying. Stan deserves someone who’s as loyal and persistent as you. And you never know, maybe you’ll find a hole in that wall of his and make his life better just as we know you do for everyone.”

Smiling, Y/n thought about it for a second. A small smile grew on their face and they nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

Ben and Eddie cheered, causing Y/n to laugh.

...but saying they would do it would be a easier than doing it. Succeeding would be even harder. But, Y/n was trying it seemed. Again.

Big sigh.

Today is not the day to jump out of a plane. I don't wanna parasail or play roulette. I don't wanna risk it all or go insane, but I don't wanna go home yet.

The couples in the Loser’s Club set up a group date as a last ditch hurrah before summer ended, leaving Stan and Y/n with nothing to do with their friends. Y/n took their chance, approaching Stan as the group broke up for the day. “Hey.”

Stan looked over and smiled a little, nodding. “Hello.” The small, slightly friendly, casual upturn of the corner of his lips was all Y/n could ever get from Stan and it was frustrating when the one person she wanted to see smile the most was all the only person they couldn’t get to really smile.

“So everyone’s going on that group date tomorrow,” Y/n began and Stan looked at then sideways, not wanting to partake in any such activities with his friend just because Y/n couldn’t be fine on their own. “Maybe we could hang out tomorrow? Not with the other Losers on the date, but just like... I don’t know, anything.”

Stan had planned to go birdwatching the next day so the idea of not going the one day he was sure absolutely no one would bother him was disappointing. But he was working on being more of a people person, so though hesitant, he managed a, “What did you have in mind?”

Y/n help hope rise inside of them. “We could go to a movie.”

Stan’s nose scrunched. “It’s supposed to be a really good day tomorrow, I don’t want to lock myself indoors for too long. Plus I’ve seen all the movies out that I’m interested in already.”

Touching their bottom lip, Y/n thought. “So then no arcade either.” Stan shook his head. “We could go to the Quarry,” they offered next.

That didn’t seem to please him either. “It’s not as fun without the whole gang,” he pointed out. And Y/n had to agree, he had a point.

“We could ride bikes. Like, race or just ride.” Even Y/n knew that was a weak idea. “Or go in a hike. Or have a picnic! Oh that would be so fun!”

A hike and picnic actually sounded like a great idea. Stan could see them walking, quietly their footsteps to see birds while walking, and then continuing to do so as they ate, making the smallest talk about buds and nature and other odds and ends things that popped into his head.

But even though he could see it, he knew it wasn’t realistic. No one was into bird watching- even the other Losers thought it was dorky. Richie teased him about it all the time. Y/n was too loud and impatient anyway and would probably scare all of the birds away. They’d want to tell stories or have long, constant conversation. Stan had always been annoyed with Y/n. The way they seemed to bond so easily with everyone but him. They were too loud and hyperactive- Stan was quiet. They could never get along like Y/n did with the others. For that reason alone Stan said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He didn’t know why he had such a wanting to keep Y/n away but he did. So whatever. He had his birds anyway.

Y/n deflated, completely out of ideas. They walked in silence for quite some time. House passed. Y/n’s turn passed, but they continued with Stan, trying to come up with something. Anything. They made a promise to Eddie and Ben to do their best, so no matter what they would.

After a few more weak ideas passed through their mind, though, Y/n slowly realized that they had been right- Stan would never go for them. They couldn’t even get him to hang out!

The pair finally reached Stan’s house and Stan turned to Y/n, an eyebrow raised in annoyance. “You coming inside with me too?”

Y/n stared at Stan for a really long time, eyebrows pushed together and hands on their hip. Now THEY were the annoyed one and it took Stan off guard. Y/n’s eyes were actually really pretty and the simmering irritation and swirling thoughts made this intense look in their eyes that was dark and alluring. They were... kinda cute actually.

Stan hated when his brain did this. Notice things about Y/n. Notice how good looking and easy to get along with they were. He hated how he was secretly so drawn to Y/n. He’d become antisocial and with all his friends pairing up, his favorite past time was just to block out the whole world and look at birds and pretend he wasn’t himself. Just a drifting cloud, watching and observing and taking notes. It was freeing, the quiet. It let him relax and be himself. It had gotten to the point that anytime he was around people he just felt... on edge. Like he was irritated simply by other people’s presence. So he avoided people. There was a kind of content that he couldn’t enjoy with people around and he didn’t want to let that go.

Except Y/n kinda made him want to. Made him want to think of a different kind of life with the one person he was sure was the polar opposite of the person he needed in his life that way.

Nothing too dramatic. Going on dates. Holding hands. Mindlessly playing with fingers and hair like Bill or leaning their shoulders together as one of them read like Ben and Mike. Someone to make you smile and make memories to bring smiles and conjure for lonely moments. Someone to kiss, maybe, if that was as good as he secretly wondered it was. Someone to BE with. He knew he was expected to find someone, eventually, but... he had time right? And no way in the world could Y/n be that person anyway!

It was a mantra he’d been repeating to himself since the end of sophomore year when Y/n had leaned over and kissed Stan’s cheek to congratulate him for passing his final exam. The little bubbles and heartbeat trips had added up to a picture Stan didn’t like in that moment, blaring a truth he had settled to simply ignore until they all went away. Until Y/n went away. But the feelings and the person who caused them still stayed. And, in moments like these, it was hard to keep that truth buried as deep down as he usually had them. It was hard to not admit it even for a split second just to himself...

Y/n was really good looking. Funny, nice, positive, caring. Thoughtful. Gentle. They were dedicated and hard working and fun and their teasing was exactly what made him go. They way they flirted seemed to appeal just to him.

He... he...

“Stan?” Y/n called. Stan blinked, humming as he was knocked from this thoughts. He realized he was glaring more deeply than he had been before, frustrated with himself. Y/n was frowning, probably think he was glaring at whatever they had said. “I said, if you hate all of my ideas, what do you do for fun?”

Stan’s heart stopped dead in his chest. Birdwatching. Birdwatching is what he did for fun.

Fuck.

#stan uris #stanley uris #2017 #IT #Wyatt oleff #sort of #actually #more hesse eisenberg #because aged up and shit #but whatever #I had funnier tage but I saved the post on the srojg blog #so this is what you get now #sorry #please read this and cry with me #fluff #angst #i’m so dxcited for thus #and it’ll be sooooooooo fluffy I promiss

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halethestilinskis · 7 years ago

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“You Can Tell Me Anything” - Derek Hale Imagine

The pack was running a little late to the planned meeting, and by a little, you mean you've been sitting at Derek's loft for 3 hours waiting for someone to show up. Even if it was Peter, it would be better than no one.

It was getting dark out, nearing 7 o'clock at night. You didn't like staying here past dark unless you had a guaranteed ride home. Usually it was Derek, since he liked to give you a kiss good night before he went back to the loft. Sometimes it was Stiles, when he had to drop Scott off anyway.

To get to Derek's house, since you didn't have a car yet, you had to walk through the woods, and everyone knows Beacon Hills is sketchy, and walking through the woods is unsafe, you couldn't count how many bodies they found in the woods.

You sighed, hanging up the phone from the seventh time Derek has ignored your calls, and still not hearing from Stiles or Scott. This meant you had to walk through the woods. Alone. At night. Great.

He was definitely going to get an ear full as soon as he tried to come in through your window tonight.

It was chilly out, enough to have to draw your jacket in closer so the breeze didn't send chills down your spine, although it wasn't a very thick jacket, considering it was 75 and sunny when you got here.

The woods you cut through were right across the street from the loft. You took the same route everyday, you knew it like the back of your hand, and where every land mark should be, including the ones you made yourself with some small help from the guys.

They brought logs over, marked some trees with their claws, broke some branches, and your steps everyday make a little path that was easy to follow in the moonlight.

You texted the group chat was a snarky response, hoping it would get the message across that you were absolutely livid with them, and also reminding yourself to pick up some extra shifts at work, because this no car thing was absolute bullshit. Derek lived too far away for you not to have one.

You were halfway home before you got a call from Derek asking where you were and then apologizing like crazy, telling you he was coming to get you, or at least walk with you the rest of the way.

"Don't worry about it" you rolled your eyes, annoyed with him, and not really wanting to see him right now anyway, "I'm halfway home, anyway". Derek started rambling apologies again, you could hear his car in the background, which gave you good reason to believe that he was going way over the speed limit.

"Derek, slow down" you pleaded, not wanting him to get hurt, "I'm fine, I'm almost-" you cut yourself off immediately, hearing leaves being crushed behind you.

You decided to walk a few more steps, hearing your own feet crush the ground, and Derek yelling into the phone.

"SH" you hushed into the speaker, turning your volume all the way down so you could hear your surroundings, and there it was again. Footsteps. Someone was following you.

"Hey are you in the woods looking for me" you said suddenly in the phone, still hearing the engine and immediately knowing the answer before he even said anything.

"No, why, (y/n), what's going on?" he spoke quickly. You knew he would come to your rescue in a heart beat, but you didn't want to give him another reason to buy you a car, that's not what your boyfriend was for, you were going to buy your own shitty car.

"Nothing" you stated, "I'll see you, I made it home" and then you ended the call, turning on the flashlight that was on your phone. Although you were still in the woods, you didn't want to worry Derek. He probably already made a U-turn and was on his way to your house, so you better pick up the pace so he knows you didn't blatantly lie to him.

You heard the steps follow you some more, they were very obviously not trying to hide them, only trying to keep in step with you, which is why you changed up you pace every few steps.

Finally, you saw the road through the trees, and made a break for it, luckily, the person following you didn't distract your mind enough to lose your path. You crossed the road to get to the other side, taking a new path to get home, so this person didn't follow you home, and if he did, you'd be able to get a good look at him.

When you got home, Derek's Camaro was no where to be found, so he either wasn't coming over, or he was running late. Maybe he even had the boys with him and they were chatting at his place.

You fell asleep early, the adrenaline that was coursing through you quickly vanished and left you feeling absolutely exhausted. When you woke up, you weren't sure if Derek had been there or not, he likes to live very neat, and would always make the bed before he left, but then again, usually stayed and talked to your mom in the morning or made breakfast for you.

Did you come over last night? You sent him a quick text, getting up to start the day. You felt extremely uncomfortable, if there was a guy in the woods last night following you, maybe he knew where you lived and was watching your every move.

You ran your routine differently. You took off your clothes in the bathroom, where there were no windows, instead of in your room before your shower. You wrapped a towel around you when you were done, and shut every blind before you dropped it to get dressed. Although there was no sight or sound of a stranger watching you, you weren't exactly sure what to look for, but you were definitely uncomfortable.

For a little bit, Scott called early about something, come over when you can :* was his response.

As soon as you were done getting ready, you made your way over. It took 20 minutes to walk to his house if you cut through the woods, and 40 if you didn't. You stood at the edge was a second before deciding to take the short cut, surely no one was going to follow you in the middle of the day.

But you were wrong, you heard the same footsteps, trying to walk in sync with you, and it made you panic even harder not being able to see the person in broad daylight.

You ran to get some distance, and thankfully, the footsteps stopped, and you were on the street in front of Derek's loft. Stiles was there too, so you can only assume Scott was with him.

"Hey" you walked in breathlessly.

"You run here?" Scott asked, giving you a weird look.

"Trying to get more exercise" you lied, luckily they couldn't hear it because your heart was already racing, "what are you guys doing here?"

"Uh, Derek wanted to have the pack meeting early, so we got here a couple hours ago, he's upstairs doing something." Scott said, watching you eye the water that was on the coffee table, "here" he threw to you.

You cracked the bottle and chugged, the adrenaline and running, drying out your body, "thanks" you gasped.

"I thought I heard you" Derek grinned as you walked into his room. You smiled as soon as you saw him, finally feeling safe and comfortable in your own skin.

"Whatcha doing?" you asked innocently, as he looked through his drawers for something.

"I could've sworn I had this purple herb that heals deep wounds, but I can't seem to find it" he shrugged, pulling you close to him.

You melted into him more than you have before, the safety he was making you feel was slowing your heart rate down.

"Why's your heart beating so fast" he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the head.

"I ran here" you murmured, Derek was going to see right through you.

"Ran here?" he chuckled again, looking at your face, and seeing you weren't joking with him, "Why?"

"Exercise" you shrugged, hoping your heart rate was still up so he didn't hear the jump.

"(y/n) I know you probably better than anyone, what's up, you don't ever run through the wood, unless Allison asks you too".

"It's nothing" you lied again.

"It's something, I can hear it is" he informed you, apparently your heart rate has calmed down enough to tell.

"I thought I heard someone in the woods last night and today when I was walking here, but I couldn't see anyone" you confided.

"What!?" he spat, "(y/n) why didn't you call or tell me, I would've been there in a second, are you sure it wasn't the wind?"

"Yeah" you said lowly, "the wind moves things around, these twigs and leaves were cracking, they were trying to match my pace so I couldn't hear them".

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

"Because I didn't want you to worry, you worry enough about me already being a stupid human" you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"First of all, I love that you're human" he smiled, "Secondly, you can tell me anything, you know you can".

"I know" you said dumbly, twiddling your thumbs, "I just didn't want to worry you. "You’re taking my car home tonight" he ordered, helping you off the bed, and bringing you into a hug.

"No" you declined, your voice muffled in his chest.

"Yeah" he smirked, "I have a surprise".

He took your hand and led you outside, into the back parking lot that no one ever parks in because it's farther away from his door.

"I had to get a new car because I'm the stupid pack dad" he rolled his eyes, "So here" he gave you the keys to his Camaro, "I got this new SUV yesterday"

"Derek, no" you handed the keys back but he wasn't taking them, "I'm not taking the Camaro, that's like your identity".

He shrugged, "It's fine, I know you love it, I know you love driving it, you tell me every time slammed and you have to drive it home" he smiled, "so you can use it until you get your car, it's just borrowing it".

He knew exactly what to say to get you to agree to it.

"Okay" you huffed, "but only for a week or so, until I get the car"

"I know you'll take care of her" he winked, "Wanna go for a drive?"

"Scott and Stiles-"

"Will be fine, it's not like they're not always there anyway" he shrugged, leading you to the front lot where the Camaro was parked, unlocking the door with the button the door, watching you adjust everything with a stupid grin on your face.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #derek hale imagine #derek hale #stiles stilinski #scott mccall

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nanowrimo2k18blog · 6 years ago

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Chapter 4: The Plot Actually Starts to Move

I somehow found myself more and more on that little dock, sometimes with a sketchpad, sometimes with a book, and sometimes with nothing at all but my thoughts. I had gotten used to the idea of swinging my bare feet over the glassy surface. I figured that as long as it was sunny and warm, nothing would try to eat my toes without me noticing it first.

I hoped so, anyway.

That was a thought I didn't dwell on.

The conch shell hadn't come off my being since the day I first put it on. It felt like it belonged around my neck, and to take it off would be a crime. Sometimes I wondered about it's previous owner, KC. I wondered if they were nice, if they had a dog, if they were searching for their necklace.

If I found them, I wasn't sure I would be able to part with it.

Three months passed, and the season changed from rainy to windy. Going outside could be risky; the item you're holding tight in your hand could suddenly be whisked away into the aether with no hope to get it back. Many a child had lost a balloon in this season.

One particularly blustery morning, I woke up to my mom banging around angrily in the kitchen. Whenever she was mad or stressed, she turned to making her own percussion band in the kitchen.

I winced as I climbed out of my loft bed, sliding down the ladder to the soft carpet. Those clangs didn't sound comforting.

"Are you okay?" I squinted, my eyes trying to adjust as my mother scurried around in her safe space.

"No. I'm stressed as heck. If you don't need anything, then scoot."

Yikes.

I tiptoed around her, trying to decide if I should ask what was stressing her.

Fiddling with the wrapper around my muffin, I dared to say, "What's stressing you?"

My mother didn't stop chopping the garlic clove. "I have to go into work early, I'm so far behind on some commissions its not even funny. Your grandmother keeps harping on me about stupid stuff. It's a lot of things, America. It's tough being a mom."

Tell me something I didn't know. "I'll stay out of your way, then."

"Have a good day."

I scurried from the kitchen to the garage, where the toxic fumes from paint roughly greeted me. Wolfing down my breakfast, I checked to see how my paintings were drying. Somewhere fully dried and some were still tacky.

When I went back up to my room to get dressed for the day, I found that I had missed a call from Ethan. Which was weird in and of itself, because he always texted me.

I called him back. "What's up?"

"Hey, are you busy today?" He sounded nervous.

"Not really. Why?" I cradled my phone on my shoulder as I wiggled into my skinny jeans.

"I was thinking we could hang out today."

"Yeah of course. You didn't need to call for this, I thought something was wrong." I laughed.

"It would be just the two of us." He finished.

I froze as my mind tried to wrap around that. "Just us?"

"Yeah." Now I understood why he was so nervous.

"Are you sure that that's such a good idea? Gossip will fly faster than Dr. L can get drunk, and Dr. L is the biggest lightweight in town."

"I know. I just need to tell you something important and I don't want to drag Curly and Austin into it."

I ran my fingers through my hair, then accepted. "Okay. Sure. When and where?"

"I'll meet you at the corner of Fourth and Ace street. Five minutes?"

"Cool." I hung up, then stared at my reflection.

What could he possibly want to tell me that was so secretive that only half of our group could know? And why me? I was already a social outcast in the town. I didn't want or need more people whispering about me.

Why was I an outcast, you might be wondering? Because this town is big on "perfect" families, or at the very least, perfect on the outside. That meant a mom and a dad and at least one kid. But it was just my mom and me. My dad...I didn't like to think about him. I wanted to believe he was out there, somewhere, living the dream, sailing and collecting treasure.

I shoved my feet into my boots and headed out, grabbing a sweatshirt on the way to the front door.

"I'm headed out!" I called.

"Be safe!" My mom called back.

That was a ritual we always shared. One of us leaving and the other wishing good fortune. It was something that made me feel warm and cozy.

I trudged to the other side of town, the wind wild and annoying. Ethan was waiting for me, his hands in his pockets and his head down as he leaned against the wall of the candy shop.

"What's this oh-so-secret thing you wanted to tell me?" I asked as he straightened.

"Come with me." He started walking.

His legs were long and I cursed them, having to walk double-time to keep up. "Could you maybe slow down just a hair?"

"No." He replied.

I glared at him. "I'm short."

"You're average."

"I'm shorter than you!"

He didn't grace me with a response.

"Grump." I mumbled under my breath.He took me back to the beach, where the gigantic bonfire had been. By now, all traces of it were gone, leaving only the sandy plains behind.

He plunked himself down where that log had been, and I lowered myself next to him in the scratchy sand. For a while he didn't say anything, just stared off into space. I played with the sand, creating new dips and curves and patterns as I waited.

"Lewis keeps pressuring me about the future." Lewis was his stepdad, the mayor of this dinky town. "He wants me to take over for him at some point."

I didn't say anything snarky, knowing he would shut down and this whole endeavor would have been pointless. I didn't say anything at all.

"But to do that..." He trailed off.

"You have to get married, or at least be dating someone seriously." I filled in for him.

He nodded. Both of us were quiet again, me waiting for him to say something, and him trying to work up the nerve to finally say why he had brought me here.

"If I had to be with someone like that...I would want it to be you."

I stopped drawing.

"Out of everyone I've met in town, every girl I know...none of them make me feel as comfortable as I do around you." Ethan was picking up speed and I was too dazed to really get a grip on what he was saying. "I feel like I can do whatever I want or say what's on my mind because I know you won't judge me or anything. I know this is the biggest curve out of left field but I wanted you to know."

I scrambled for something to say. "Oh." Was all that came to mind, and it felt lame. "So...are you asking because you like me or because you feel pressured?"

"Both? I've liked you for a while and I guess this was the push to make me say something." Ethan was still anxious, digging his hands into the sand and fiddling with the grainy substance.

"I don't...I don't know what to say." I was too overwhelmed, too bewildered, that to make a decision now would have consequences that I wasn't ready for.

"Think about it? I don't need a response today." He offered.

I could tell that he didn't want to wait, and I knew that waiting a while would be cruel. But... I didn't have an answer. "Yeah. Can I sleep on it?"

"Of course." He watched me stand up and dust myself off.

I smiled at him weakly. "I, uh, have things to do. I'll see you around. Oh, and Curly wanted us to hang out at her house this evening. You coming?"

"Yeah. Sure." He sighed.

I felt terrible, and quickly escaped as if running away from him would banish all the awkwardness.

~!!~

I walked aimlessly around town, trying to figure out what I was going to tell Ethan. Yes or no? Yes or no? Yes because I liked him? The idea of dating him had been fleeting, when I was 15 and boy-crazy. No, because the idea just seemed weird, like I was dating my cousin? That seemed more likely. But if I dated him then both of our families would be happy...but would I be happy?

I heard cries of exclamation rise from the docks, and, my curiosity getting the better of my fear of the ocean, I wandered over.

About three men were struggling with a fishing net and chattering among themselves. "Oh my god, it's disgusting. Look at it's eyes!!"

"What's going on?" I asked.

They all turned. "Ah, America! You're just in time! Look at what we caught!" One gestured grandly to the side of his boat.

I peeked at what they were looking at. Strapped to the boat, tangled up in the fishing net, was a mermaid. Long fingernails were desperately grappling at the net as it struggled to free itself. It bared sharp teeth at me when I bent a little closer. Milky, white eyes were panicked as it tried to free itself, only for the net to get tighter. It's tail was a silver color, but noticeably iridescent as the light reflected off of it. It was curled up awkwardly around it in almost a painful way. The overwhelming smell of fish nearly knocked me out, but I wasn't sure if it was from the mermaid or the fishing boat.

One of the fisherman clapped me on the shoulder, startling me. "Keep an eye on it, eh? We're going to go report to the mayor."

I blinked as they all strode away, laughing gaily amongst themselves. They knew how much money they would make off of a mermaid, and they obviously trusted that it wasn't going anywhere. Why would they worry? It was tied down and I never even dipped my toes into the water. As far as they were concerned, the money was theirs.

I turned back to the pitiful creature. It had stopped struggling, and I could tell that the net was so tight it could barely breathe. I had almost convinced myself that if it was stupid enough to get itself caught, then who cares where it ended up when it wheezed out a "please."

All my tough-girl thinking fell away, and I came face to face with the fact that it was going to die if I didn't do something. It needed help, and for me to walk away would be cruel.

But, the ocean. What else was down there? What if, as soon as it was freed, it dragged me down into the pitch blackness? The idea of it was so scary I could barely breathe.

But so couldn't it. The breaths it took were squeaky, wheezing, strangled noises that it hurt me to hear them. The net was leaving bright red marks on it's fair skin that hurt just to look at.

"Okay. Okay. I just..." Plunging myself into the water was more than I could bear.

I thought I was actually dying when I tugged off my shoes. Actually losing my mind when I slid into the cold water. The icy numbness shocked my brain, and all I could do for a moment was stare at the half-submerged creature, who stared back at me with apparent helplessness. I doggy-paddled over, tangled my own feet in the netting and worked to untangle the knots that kept it bound to the boat. My breathing was so irregular it was a miracle I had any air in my lungs at all. Up close, I could tell that it wasn't female like I had first thought, but rather, a male.

"How did you get yourself into this mess?" I grumbled, trying to ground myself and not let my mind think about how I was a foot away from a merman, half submerged into my biggest fear.

"It's complicated." He replied, sharp, white teeth flashing, studying me with such intent that it made me feel wiggly.

"Stop staring." I said, still fighting with the knot.

He tried to look away, but there wasn't much to see, and he didn't really have pupils to really look in a different direction. At least he was trying to be polite.

The first knot was free. Bracing my feet on the side of the boat, I pulled as hard as I could on the net. It snapped, and the merman splashed free. I pulled away from the net and went fully under the water. I screamed when it reached for me, a garbled noise, too scared to do more than weakly flail in an attempt to fight it off. But all it did was clumsily put me back on the docks.

"Thank you." He whispered, then disappeared back under the waves.

I stared at the spot where it had vanished, salty water streaming into my eyes and making them water, before scrambling to my feet and fleeing from the scene of the crime. If those guys figured out what had happened I would be so screwed.

I was too rattled to come up with a good response when my mom asked me why I was dripping all over her hard floor. "I slipped and fell into the ocean." I said weakly. "I'm a little traumatized."

#chapter 4

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svu-stories · 7 years ago

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25 Days of Barson | Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm | 1,581 Words | Day One Warnings: Implied PTSD response | Established Barson

It had been an abnormally dry stretch in New York City. While storms weren’t a constant in their lives amidst the summer heat, a few per month never seemed to be a surprising standard. However, the unexpected drought had people snarky and frustrated - no one moreso than Rafael Barba.

Barba seemed to thrive on gloomy days. Some might even say they were befitting to his character and enhanced his somewhat overcast demeanor. Heat waves, on the other hand, not only brought out his less-than-pleasant side, but seemed to exacerbate his need for pure submission to his every demand.

Which was exactly why Olivia, who clearly preferred sunny days with evening playdates in the park, refused to complain about the cloudy Friday that had finally graced their presence. She had silently prayed the entire day for a drizzle of rain, but no storms.

No loud claps of thunder, no flashes of lightning, and no heavy downpours pelting the roof.

Just a light sprinkle - enough to cool off the sweltering summer heat and bring her boyfriend out of his annoying funk. Enough to bring them all back into a world they considered slightly more normal.

Yet, as she tucked her son into bed - Barba perched in the doorway with hands in his pockets and a tiny grin gracing his lips - the first roar of thunder echoed through her night sky. The hairs on her arms raised as she felt the anxiety start to grow in the pit of her stomach.

Badass Olivia Benson hated thunderstorms.

After placing a kiss on her son’s forehead and tucking the covers around him securely one final time, she glanced to his blinds, verifying that they were closed before sliding past Barba’s frame, her hand finding his to lace their fingers together as she led him from the room.

“C’mon,” she cooed, tugging the door shut behind her while leaving the slightest of cracks. She flipped the hall light on to allow Noah the comfort of finding the bathroom easily in the middle of the night. Perhaps, though, the action was to keep the monsters in her mind at bay until morning, too. She could feel Rafael’s larger hand squeeze hers gently, but she barely reacted as she feigned a dramatic yawn, “It’s been a long day.”

His eyebrows raised in involuntary suspicion, “It’s barely nine o’clock.”

“And I was at the precinct before five,” Olivia whined. The sooner she fell asleep, with the aid of a shot or two of whiskey, the more likely she was to avoid the worst of the storm. “You know how I need my beauty sleep.”

The grip loosened as he let her go, his entire body deflating. The weather had done wonders for his mood, and she wished she could reciprocate. Wishes, however, seemed to fall on deflated dandelions anymore - no wispy seeds to blow and carry the dashed dreams of a once hopeful woman.

“I love you,” she whispered, turning to kiss his cheek.

“Mmmhmm, love you, too,” Barba hummed, already making his way to the living room. She watched him reach for his tumbler, lifting his scotch to his lips as he fell into the couch. The silent images on the TV lit up the features of his face and Olivia momentarily stepped toward him - until a burst of sound left her stomach churning.

Turning on her heels, she entered the bedroom and quickly shed the sweat-filled work attire into the laundry, slipping into a pair of lacy panties and one of Barba’s black v-neck shirts. She took a split second to bury her nose in the fabric, his scent instantly calming her before she finished tugging it over her head.

Brushed teeth, a messy bun, and one tiptoe to the kitchen for a sip of whiskey later, Benson found herself tucked under the covers, arm splayed across the empty half of her bed as she repeated a mantra of comfort to herself silently.

You are safe. It’s only thunder. You are safe. No one can hurt you.

Several shuddering claps of thunder later, and she found herself in a fitful sleep - Rafael Barba safely at her side. --- She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep when a particularly bright flash of lightning pulled her from whatever nightmares were haunting her quiet night. Olivia bolted upright, thankful she hadn’t been too tangled in the limbs of her lover as she glanced over. Barba slept peacefully, his lips parted ever so slightly, hair tousled against his forehead. Her lips brushed over his cheek as she carefully peeled the covers back.

The sticky feeling of her own sweat elicited a frown as she tore herself away from their sheets. Even the high thread-count Rafael had insisted on couldn’t ease the discomfort.

She found herself on her tiptoes as she took a throw blanket off of their vanity chair and wrapped it around herself - the damp shirt causing her to shiver as the air conditioner kicked on. Comfort wasn’t going to be possible any longer.

Stopping by Noah’s room, she peeked inside, the light casting a shadow over his tiny face - eyes closed and stuffed elephant clutched tightly to his chest. Olivia thanked whatever gods may exist that he hadn’t awoken, and hoped that it stayed that way. As much as she loved her son, comforting the pre-schooler would take more energy than she could possibly muster.

Settling herself on a late night infomercial and mug of hot tea, Olivia found herself settling into her favorite armchair, throw blanket covering her bare legs and eyes drifting shut again as a blonde-haired, perfectly shaped woman attempted to sell her on a blender to clutter her apartment’s limited cabinet storage.

She scoffed, realizing the storms had seemingly ceased.

She let her eyes close, thankful for another chance at blissful slumber. --- It was a mess of blankets and sounds as he attempted to untangle himself. Barba grunted, rubbing at his eyes as he attempted to orient himself in the dark room. He tried to place what had caused him to awaken. Normally a deep sleeper, it seemed strange that something could draw him from his cocoon and insist upon his attention.

That’s when the thunder struck again and he heard the tiny voice elicit what could only be described as a scream.

Possibly more of a whimper, but definitely a sound of pure fear. Noah’s face flashed through his mind and, taking no heed of the empty half of the bed that was already abandoned, he threw on a t-shirt as he bolted across the hall. He threw the door open, skidding to a stop next to the tiny bed holding the life that was more precious than almost anything.

He was about to scoop Noah into his arms when Rafael noticed that he was sleeping soundly. He paused, breathing evening as he swallowed hard, slowly backing away from the fuzzy elephant and dark haired child.

It hadn’t been Noah screaming.

He let out a slow breath, lightning flash filling the room before he left the door barely cracked once more, padding slowly to the living room.

His eyes landed on Olivia, her legs tugged tightly to her chest, chin on her knees. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Barba, and he took in the fear that flashed through her brown gaze. He stepped toward the chair slowly, gauging the situation as he approached.

“What are you doing up?” She asked quietly, finally drawing her eyes away glancing at the TV.

Another round of thunder had her tense, body almost leaving the chair in a pure flight response.

“I thought I heard someone scream,” he said quietly, his voice smooth as honey and softer than normal. “Did you hear it, too?”

Olivia swallowed hard. “It was me,” she breathed. “I screamed, so I suppose I heard it, too..”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly, hearing her sarcasm seep through unintentionally, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He watched as she thought through the question. Every emotion played on her features. He appreciated that Olivia would let him be involved in such a personal process for her. Normally stoic and composed, she dropped some of the barriers when it was just the two of them.

When she felt safe.

He watched as she looked appalled, and then considered his option. Her gaze hardened, though, and Barba knew.

It wasn’t time.

But he waited, and he watched. He was silent as she finally shook her head, indicating what he already knew. He nodded, eyeing the oversized chair, “Can I at least join you?”

Olivia looked up, letting their eyes meet. She searched for something in his, but eventually gave in, scooting to one side with the gentlest of nods. He eased himself into the chair, arms wrapping around her torso and feet tangling with hers as he adjusted the blanket.

“You know,” he whispered, peppering her cheeks and nose with kisses as light as a butterfly’s touch. “I’ve never really liked thunderstorms either.”

Olivia scoffed before finding his lips with her own, kissing him innocently as lightning flashed outside their window once more. She leaned into him, eyes squeezing closed as the thunder tore through her like the memories of gunshots being fired beyond her control.

She didn’t believe his admission for a second, but she was forever grateful that he would lie to make her feel even slightly less alone.

#rafael barba #olivia benson #barson #svu fanfiction #law and order svu #25 days of barson

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mpxsun-blog · 6 years ago

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* sunny duo. - flower girl.

age zero. he remembered the day he saw her, so small and frail. such a little thing in the arms of his lover. couldn’t really open her eyes, screaming loud in the arms of others. he had seen babies before, mainly in the form of monkeys that his subjects had given birth too—and they were even smaller than the infant sharing his blood. and oh, what an odd thought it was. his own kin, right in front of his eyes. a blood relative, not a relationship forged to become familial. born from a magic stone, this deity had grown up too fast and was thrown into the cruel adult life right from the get go. he had faced hardships alone, had been always lonely despite the beings he had flocked to being around him most times. an isolated entity trying too hard to blend in, falling down into a deep pit that pushed him further away from others. seeing this small babe now, so soft and fragile, he could not imagine her suffering the way he did. when the nurse offered to let him carry her, the young demigod ceased her screams and seemed to bask in the warmth he offered. he blinked down at the child—his child, and he felt his heart melt a bit. “it looks like she took a liking to you mr. sun.” the nurse remarked with a smile, and he couldn’t help the goofy grin stretching out on his lips. a gurgle of what seemed to be from joy escaped the baby’s tiny lips and yeah, he knew the feeling was mutual. even if that day had been dampened by his lover leaving this life with them, he knew that whether that woman had stayed or not—he was going to be there for his little girl to the bitter end. his beautiful flower, still so small and growing, waiting to bloom. not like him, once stone and ignoring all laws to become a living being. and now, he was trying to help this young one blossom. ( when her first word was baba and she eagerly held her hands out to him to be held—he knew for sure that he would do anything and everything for her. )

age one. being a single father was tiring. it’s only been a year, but he thought he spent most of it more awake than ever and changing diapers. he could only thank the fact he had the ability to clone himself or else he think he’d be more dead on his feet than he already was. he supposed he knew why there were so many struggling single parents, and to think—most of such people were humans! frail they may be, but tenacious they were as well. moreover, he couldn’t really give the girl breast milk and had to constantly make the formula milk for her ( was he tempted to switch to being a woman at times? yes, yes he was ). if there was anything he’s grateful from his former lover, it was definitely leaving behind her more peaceful personality into the baby. although she was loud in the beginning, she quieted down more and wasn’t too high maintenance. dear lord, if she had taken more after him he had no doubt she was going to raise hell. would that have been karma if such things happened? most likely, yes. he also couldn’t help but feel bad for any other potential children and single mothers he left elsewhere. especially knowing what they had to face from taking care of a child alone. there was the sound of a baby crying, and his clone screaming for help. he also may have heard a crash and he could only groan. age two. it kind of gets better, mainly because he’s learning to get used to it. he also finally met bajie and wujing since the whole saddled with a baby situation and the pig had laughed until his voice was hoarse ( which also led to the other getting smacked lightly by his staff—and by lightly he meant rather painfully ). fortunately, wujing ( bless his soul ) was more helpful and a good influence on meihua. he already made sure to threaten bajie to not try anything or he swore that he would end him—brother or not. there was a pleasant wind that day, and at this point he tend to relate any distinct feeling brought by the environment as xuanzang saying something. as the monk’s longtime friend, he believed that the now buddha was praising him for his good job so far but displeased with how he threatened bajie ( listen, he got to protect his precious little flower! ). unfortunately, neither really did experience proper childcare, which was why he had resort to learning from good ol’ google more often than not. gaining help from others, such as other gods like brigid and persephone, or human friends he made like the acrobatics couple from the circus or his actor mentor from his first drama. or rolling with it and hoping for the best ( he had never prayed for kuan yin when he was going through the journey to the west, but he did so multiple times with the hopes of being able to care for meihua ). he lied down on the floor, taking a momentary break but not exactly exhausted. he blessed his heightened condition every day to let him manage meihua without ever getting too tired out from it. as he took deep breaths in, he saw the little girl crawling to him from a distance. a bright smile on her features, and he couldn’t help but smile. in the end, it was all very much worth it. age three. time passes by too fast sometimes. she’s already three and it only felt like days. he’s filling up an album already with pictures, small notes written on it with an excessive amount of cooing. the girl was loved by not only him, but many others he had met within the city. and how couldn’t they? most of the pictures carefully put into these books were of her smiling happily. she was cheery and bright, a sunshine girl. and to keep that brightness, he had made sure to make himself into a good role model. heck, he barely drank alcohol these days, and even stopped getting into flings because it took too much time away from spending it with meihua. he’s also gotten softer, so much softer, ever since he returned with his child in his arms. not so wild, not so sporadic ( well he still was, but not really as bad ), not so much of causing mayhem. his pranks now were even more harmless, and his words less snarky. it came with the desire to set up a good example to the little girl really. she’s a positive effect in his life, and holding her up to the sky with the sun illuminating her back in a holy manner—he knew she was the reason he became better. matching smiles, on that sunny day, they laugh in harmony. she may not have someone to call mother, but he tried to fill the big gap to the best of his abilities. age four. “baba, here!” the excited shout from meihua rang clear as she set down the paper that had the sea drawn on it—paper 3/4 filled with shades of blue and done by crayons. he instantly responded with cheer and compliments before ushering her to wash her hands. as she did so, he sets down a thin sheet of plastic over the colored paper. meihua comes back soon, and then he carried her up and presented to her an assortment of food. various, simple dishes like rice balls in the form of a fish, octopus sausages, and crab-like croissant sandwiches were set onto the plastic-covered paper. a collaboration one would say, and one he was proud to have thought of and for meihua to have contributed. they then ate their meal peacefully, but as they did meihua looked at him with wide and curious eyes. “baba...where is mama?” it’s a simple question, but it made him freeze. looking at her like a deer ( or monkey in this case ) caught in headlights, he wasn’t sure what to say. meihua’s always been a bit more smarter than other kids, something he liked to believe was from him. however, she’s still so young, and there’s a lot of complications to the whole former lover sort of leaving them because he hadn’t managed to properly tell her that he was a deity before it was too late. he’s not really blaming her, not really, he long accepted that things had crashed down but he was glad that in the end he could still keep meihua and nothing crazier happened. however, he didn’t want to make her feel bad, didn’t want to put her feelings down. he loved his little girl happy. in the end, he sighed softly “there’s....there’s a lot that happened, but your mama was going through some bad things and i didn’t know. then it got bad for us and she...left.” okay, maybe not the best word choices. however, this had always been xuanzang’s area of expertise, not his. he wanted to berate himself, but before he could meihua simply nodded “so i gotta’ find a new mama!” wait, what? “a mama for baba so baba won’t be so tired! and a mama who stays no matter what!” there’s a determined nod, and god she was so mature for someone so little and he couldn’t help but be so proud of her in that moment. this was his young child, so wise already and loved him dearly. no—shut up, he wasn’t tearing up. but yeah, he definitely brought her to his arms and mumbled an “i love you, so, so much.” and nothing will ever change that love.

age five. his eyes had been screwed shut. his hand being tugged by a much smaller one. the little girl having told him to not come into the kitchen and living room at all costs. but now she was done and satisfied, and told him it was a big surprise. he awaited for her orders, stopping only when he felt her stop moving, and soon he head the eager shout of “now!” opening his eyes, he spotted a large a3 yellow paper having a bunch of drawings of a monkey in a crown and holding a staff. there was also the bright and colorful words of happy baba’s day! for the bestest dad ever! ( he’s pretty sure someone helped her write that as well since she hadn’t even really begun to read ) on it. it was also littered with glitter, and the floor had a bit spilled onto it which would be a bother to clean up. there was a plate of burnt cookies next to tie, with horribly drawn icing art on it but still—he knew meihua tried her best. because who else but meihua would do this, trying all alone even when she was so small ( did she ask the recipe from aura? probably ). he felt his throat constrict, and yeah, he definitely couldn’t deny deny the tears of joy now. with a bright and sweet smile filled with love, he gently and affectionately petted his daughter’s head “it’s beautiful sweetheart, absolutely beautiful.” he would never ever regret having her, or keeping her by his side. this was the little girl he’d protect and love to the very end.

#* solo. - in the cauldron of flames and the mountain of isolation.#* threads. - another day with the subjects.#* sunny duo. - flower girl.#( father's day ain't over yet here folks xD )#( also was inspired by hwang chi yeol for age four scene xD )

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REAPER IS OFFICIALLY READY TO JOIN THE ACADEMY!

› JO MINHO › 21 YEARS OLD › OSTEOKINESIS › 9 YEARS IN THE ACADEMY

POWER

osteokinesis, or in simpler terms bone manipulation, allows the user to control the bone and related tissue within and around their own skeleton. this manipulation includes growing, shaping, changing density/weight, and constructing out of bone.

STRENGTHS + the user can grow bone from their existing skeleton, manipulating the growths into their desired shape + the user can increase bone density and any constructs protruding from existing bone ( making their skeleton near indestructible ), or decrease bone density, making the user more agile + the user can grow bones and eject them from their skeleton, using the growths as projectiles + the user can regenerate bone, as well as broken tissue/skin due to protruding bone structures and projectiles at a rapid rate

WEAKNESSES - user can only grow bone from their own skeleton and cannot manipulate the bones of others, living or dead, into any structures - the larger the growth, the more time required to form, putting the user in a vulnerable state as it can take seconds to minutes depending on how large the structure they’re creating is - increasing bone density will significantly slow the user’s movement, however, decreasing bone density will make the skeleton more susceptible to breaking - the density of bones external to the user ( living or non-living ) cannot be manipulated - projectiles cannot exceed a distance of 10 meters nor speed of 370 m/s ( similar to the bullet speed of a shotgun ) - projectiles significantly weaken the user ( as it requires almost all manipulation abilities and regeneration ), so the ability must be used sparingly or the user may collapse - depending on the size and complexity of the user’s bone structures, regeneration will take longer, especially if the user is already exhausted - user cannot regenerate nor ‘fix’ the bones/skeleton of others, solely their own

ORIGINS

the first thing minho can even remotely visualize from the past is a cement wall. in front of him, beside him, behind him. the grey prison is covered in shitty crayon drawings, one depicting a happy family of three and a dog, another a sunny day in the park, then a prince driving a princess around in a hovercar. they’re all colorful and terrible, but they’re the only thing the kids in the orphanage have to remind themselves that there’s more outside of these four shitty walls. minho believed, too, that one day he’d be outside and happy. somehow stumble upon his family and live the fantasy he’d drawn in greens, reds, and blues, smothering his fingers in color again and again out of some shitty hope the workers cruelly instilled in him.

minho can’t even count how many times he’d been told today is the day only to be scrutinized and ignored in the end. for doing what? the workers never said, but he remembers mentions of avengers and too much responsibility for an average couple. at the time, minho didn’t have a fucking clue what an avenger is. all he knows is that it’s keeping him from a family, from color, and he’d give anything to change that. it’s later when he witnesses his first news program, and learns that the avengers are people, heroes who save the world, and he thinks of how his broken arm healed in ten minutes when he was six. or how he’d dreamt of flying one day and sprouted ivory wings, ripping open flesh and making a bloody mess. the workers had been horrified, gagging at the sight and screaming, but he hadn’t felt a thing … didn’t evenknow it was anything out of the ordinary. it wouldn’t be the first time the workers had been angry with him, he’d always been the troublemaker type. but then he’s thirteen years old and receiving an invitation to join an academy in some mountain town he’s never heard of. the only thing he understands from the mysterious invite is that it has to do with the avengers, heroes, and that alone has him packing his bags. but it doesn’t take long before jo minho realizes he’s not the hero type. his power isn’t beautiful–it’s bloody, messy, bone ripping through skin again and again and again. it isn’t something civilians want to look at, let alone people used to seeing abilities akin to his own at work. minho didn’t know what he was looking for when he arrived at the academy ( choosing to ignore the whispers of family and belonging and color looping in his young mind ), but whatever it is, he doesn’t find it. he’s an outcast from day one–unused to all these expectations, evaluations, and responsibilities ( nobody’s ever expected much from an orphan, after all ). the kids around him know it too, tease him for his lack of skill, for his disgusting power, for his shit evaluation marks. he snaps back every time, whether with his fists, his words, or his abilities, so it’s no wonder they learn to just leave him alone. it’s not like it changes the fact that he knows just as well he’s not cut out to be a hero. in other words, minho hates it at the academy. hates all the do-gooders who think they’re such amazing people when they’re really just a bunch of pompous pricks. hates the bullshit always coming from the instructors mouths, as if the people outside really care for them. he doesn’t know when he decides that even if he does graduate, he won’t be accepted by the public. but there’s something insidious within him that makes him feel as though he’ll never be the good guy. minho’s eighteen when rumors circulate of the academy not only preparing avengers, but villains. it’s clear as day people think he’s labeled as such, and it doesn’t surprise him. maybe because over the years he’d made peace with his lack of avenger-ness, or maybe because even if it’s a group of villains, it’s something. some sort of belonging. some makeshift family. and with that realization comes an acceptance that causes minho to stop caring about the evaluations or the academy itself. he fits the bill for a villain–snarky, violent, and uncaring to a world that’s treated him like gum under its shoe his entire life–but it’d be an understatement to say these qualities worsen once he joins the sick six. even so, his evaluation marks start steadily rising, and people stop talking about his lack of ability, and more so not wanting to get in his way lest they piss him off and incur his wrath. if he’s gonna be the bad guy anyway, might as well be the worst of the worst, right?

#hq:accepted #koo junhoe #ikon #krp #kpop rp

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