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[Interview TL] Holostars 3rd Anniversary special long interview with 1st gen - Part One

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Their bond gradually deepens because of "That Reason"!?

A gathering of the 1st gen members: Hanasaki Miyabi, Kanade Izuru, Arurandeisu, and Rikka! Special interview to commemorate Holostars' 3rd anniversary (Part One)

In the first part of this interview, we will be talking about their activities in Holostars thus far, their strength, and their growth.

Enjoy reading this article until the very last, for every "Holostars Fans" and also for new people who want to know more about them!

–The gathering of the 1st generation of Holostars!–

──Since this might be the first time some of our readers hear about you, please introduce yourself as a start!

Miyabi: I'm Hanasaki Miyabi from Holostars' 1st generation! I mainly stream various games and chatting as well. My favorite game genre is MMORPG, I play a lot of online games. My favorite food is hamburger, but because of my diet, I recently started eating more broccoli. I usually do things that I want and like at my own pace, while doing my best in my idol activities!

Izuru: I'm Kanade Izuru from Holostars 1st generation. I like music and nature, as well as myself. For my current activities, my favorite ones are playing guitar and singing stream. Sometimes I played the piano and came up with different variations of the songs I sang. This might be self-proclaim at most, but I think among every VTubers around I have the most variations when it comes to song selection...

Arurandeisu: Is that so!?

Izuru: I think I sang around 600 songs already. Outside of streaming, I often sang whenever I was alone or when I went skinny dipping.

──Skinny dipping!?

Izuru: Yeah. Both of my outdoor and indoor hobbies are quite extreme.

I don't have a lot of friends due to my harsh personality, but after joining Holostars I managed to find people who could accept my personality and since I started enjoying my idol activities as well everyday has been really fun!

Arurandeisu: Whenever Izuru went to the sea, he often sends me some photos through LINE

Izuru: I thought he would understand my boyish impulses best, and since he seemed to be the type who took care of his body well and carries an outdoor aura similar to mine. I can just send him the photos as it is (lol).

Arurandeisu: I guess you're right, you did send a lot of interesting photos (lol)

──By the way, what kind of interesting photos Izuru-san has sent to you so far?

Arurandeisu: There was one where he was about to start diving into the sea, but since the winds were pretty strong it looked like a photo for a movie poster because of how "lively" it felt

Izuru: The one with me carrying a harpoon on my back huh–

Arurandeisu: Yeah! It gave me a "Heading to the war nau" feeling when I received it on LINE.

It was so cool.

Miyabi: What–! I wanna see it!

Arurandeisu: And the person who received such a cool photo is the one and only Arurandeisu, the genuine Italian Man of Holostars 1st generation. I don't go out pretty often but I love training my body so I like doing muscle training, recently I got really into DJing as well.

──Oh— What cool hobbies you have!

Arurandeisu: It feels like I'm able to have a lot of fun with every Holostars fan whenever I play and connect each Holostars song myself, so I think I did find quite a nice hobby.

──Do you also make your own song?

Arurandeisu: I originally liked rap music, But doing all the songwriting by myself is quite difficult to do... I did buy the necessary equipment and challenged myself once but it didn't turn out well (lol). Learning about songwriting from scratch requires a lot of calories as well, so it's quite impossible for me now. As I thought about how to approach rapping and its depth, I decided to become a DJ.

Other than that I also do gaming stream, chatting as well as various things. You would see me streaming over at YouTube pretty often, so some even referred to me as the "Streaming Monster" a lot (lol).

──Thank you very much. Next is Rikka-san, if you would.

Rikka: I'm the "Holoroid" of Holostars 1st generation, Rikka. A holoroid is an android made by Cover Corp. by cultivating various technologies they had. Similarly with Izuru, I often do guitar and singing streams, as well as making songs and doing various music-related projects.

Also, I have a program called "RiTunes Labo" where I invite VTubers and even non-VTubers guests for a chat and a duet session. It's a program that aims to give broader reach through music, so it is mainly aimed to be watched easily even for those who are not familiar with VTubers.

As for games I personally like those "death game" types of stuff, I also occasionally stream games that you can clear repeatedly as a way to pass time.

──This may seem out of nowhere, but there was a time when I participated in Rikka-san's viewer participation tetris stream. Everyone is really, really strong...

Rikka: Right! My viewers are truly strong there... I think the most amazing thing is that there's someone who joined the game and turned out to be one of the players who has reached the world ranking

Arurandeisu: Is that for real!?

Rikka: That sure was a hellish time... Tetris players are truly fearsome people. Anyway, I often do live sessions during my anniversary and do a lot of song covers so I would be happy if you could check me out starting with my music.

–The "real" start of Holostars began after a certain meetup in December 2020!?–

──This year will mark the 3rd year since the start of Holostars, how do you all feel about it?

Miyabi: I feel glad to be able to say this now, finally it has been 3 years since then. Personally, I felt like I've been a Holostars member for a longer period than that, though in reality, it's only been for 3 years instead.

Izuru: Right. I do feel that 3 years is a comparatively long period. At the same time, there's more stuff to do once we pass this 3rd year as well.

Arurandeisu: Now that you mentioned it, 3 years sure passed down rather quickly. I think as long we keep doing things that we enjoy, even a mere 6, 10, or even 15 years wouldn't feel that long for us

Izuru: Something like that yeah.

Arurandeisu: Yep. Just gonna let time pass by itself... (lol)

(Everyone started laughing)

Izuru: Sorry, we're just like this normally (lol).

──It's alright! Feel free to talk about any topics too...!

Arurandeisu: At least write only the good lines please (lol). How about you Rikka-kun?

Rikka: I'm not particularly the type who cares about how long I've been on this road, but I feel like the things I could do from 3D and various lives keep adding on as more time passes. The fact that we're able to hold this anniversary event is proof that we've received even more support this year, so I feel really thankful for it. For that, I'd like to continue doing my best for the next 4, 5th years and more so I wouldn't take this support for granted.

Izuru: How wonderful...!

Arurandeisu: Can you make it like I was the one who said that, please, and thank you.

──(laughs). Let's reminisce about everyone’s activities up until today this time, is there a moment that leave a strong impression so far?

Miyabi: That would be the 1st ACT (concert).

Izuru/Arurandeisu/Rikka: Yeah.

Miyabi: It's the one event where I truly felt I've done "everything" with everyone, from singing, dancing, and training. We've done a lot of solo stuff before but this was the first time that the 9 of us are working together for a big event, so we often practice together as well.

Rikka: It's the moment we feel the most "Idol" I think.

Arurandeisu: It's like doing club activities so it's quite fun. We often make plans like "Going to studio xx for practice this month and day".

Miyabi: Yeah true! After practicing for a few hours, we usually had dinner together as well.

Izuru: Rather than an adolescent complex, this feels more like a "Second Adolescent" moment instead.

Rikka: We don't have that much time to hang out once we reach adulthood after all.

Arurandeisu: That's right. Normally, we wouldn't be able to experience things like this.

Miyabi: Right... There's also a time when we're recording stuff at the studio, every moment is truly important.

Arurandeisu: Looking back, we sure did tons of stuff huh–

Izuru: Even within that one concert, there are lots of things we experienced so it's quite a big deal.

──So that concert must've been quite a special moment for all of you. How about from each of you personally, Are there any that leave a strong impression too?

Miyabi: Personally it was when I had an original song written by my favorite producer, 40mP. When I met him and received guidance directly, it really left a deep impression on me. Both of us were actually quite shy, so during our first meeting both of us were pretty nervous that it created an awkward situation instead (lol).

But even so, when I asked him for a handshake he was really kind and nice until the end. To have my favorite artist compose a song for me is already something I will remember deeply, and at the same time, it remains a precious memory for me.

Arurandeisu: It's been 2 years since then huh... I originally did demon-slaying and my idol activity was merely a side job. I then joined Holostars as a way to challenge myself and it was right when I changed my focus as an idol, that itself might’ve been the biggest turning point in my life so far.

After that, my activities got more varied as time passed, and I started taking singing and dancing lessons for live performances. I believe I managed to do all that because I've started to take myself more seriously as part of Holostars. Because of that turning point, I was able to give my 100% percent in this world, and I think that's how I managed to stand until now.

Izuru: (while sniffling on purpose) ...I see now.

Arurandeisu: Do you really have to put on a fake sobbing now!?

All: (laughs)

Arurandeisu: For me, that turning point itself is something that leaves a deep impression on me.

Rikka: I think it was quite a nice story.

Izuru: This might sound similar to Miyabi's answer, but I guess having a solo original song would really leave a deep impression on anyone. Before I joined Holostars... Right after I graduated middle high, I bought my guitar, and then immediately started doing street live although badly.

I tried conveying all those various memories into lyrics and made a song out of it, but I also asked someone to help with composing it under my supervision.

Once it took a proper shape and people could finally listen to my songs, it became a valuable experience for me and one that left a strong impression on me.

There's also one more thing actually...

──And that is...?

Izuru: It's when every Holostars member gathered together in December 2020 for an offline meetup. That was the first time we saw each other directly and had a proper conversation together. For me, this meetup holds a special meaning in my life as we managed to be acquaintances in such a unique way.

Before that, it felt like everyone was so far away but once we met each other, I feel like we've only gotten closer since then.

Arurandeisu: Oh right, it does feel like we "finally" met after a while.

Izuru: Usually we can just use Discord to work on something, but because of that first contact, I think it started a habit where we would meet up somewhere to discuss something together so everything could run smoothly. All of us seem to like each other equally by now.

Arurandeisu: Yep yep.

Rikka: For me, it would be my 3D debut stream. I'm the first person among all my Holostars peers who received a 3D, but on the debut day, some said how "easy" it must've been for me. Rather than worrying about criticism, I was more nervous and wondered if I could "pull it off well" instead and felt quite afraid at that time.

But in the end, I managed to muster up courage thanks to the feeling I tried to convey in my songs. I think that stream still holds a special place in my memory until now. Other than that, I also thought the December 2020 meetup had a deep impression on me.

Izuru: In a way, everything starts there. If we think about it like that, when Miyabi and myself debuted– around June 2019... It took 1.5 years until Holostars actually started then...?

Miyabi: Ahahaha (lol).

Arurandeisu: Don't crush our start line like that (lol). Before that we were mostly on our own, wasn't it? There was a time when I met up with Rikka-kun to have lunch before meeting with everyone else.

Rikka: Ah right. I think that's the first time we met Roberu too.

Miyabi: You two also collab’ed pretty often too, right?

Arurandeisu: Yeah. I did meet everyone else for a short time as well, but the December 2020 event was the first time where everyone gathered together.

──I see!

Izuru: I can't say what specifically, but I actually prepared a huge surprise for everyone during that meetup

Miyabi/Arurandeisu/Rikka: (laughs)

Izuru: That first contact is where I'm willing to give that much effort.

Arurandeisu: That surprise was the most interesting part but we can't really tell you what is it about (lol).

Rikka: Now that you mentioned it. Honestly, it really was the most interesting part (lol).

Izuru: For real!? I put in a lot of inside jokes so I couldn't really explain it, but I guess I sure did prepare quite a surprise then.

──I'm quite curious about the content myself, but everyone's excitement seems to have explained it well enough.

Rikka: You talked about Ten-chan as well right? At first, he looked quite stern and wasn't sure if he "Would meet everyone else again" but now he had this sense of duty to be involved (lol).

Arurandeisu: It's like he's coming there prepared, that's what I thought.

Izuru: Nowadays he hardly feels like how he used to be, it's almost surprising.

Arurandeisu: That's right! It's already at a point where he would casually stay over at my place. Everyone feels like they slowly change over time.

──Personally, I think Holostars "playful chattery" is one of their strongest charms, so how does everyone decide on a "role" between each banter?

Arurandeisu: I don't think we ever decided on a specific role when it comes to bantering... I think, it just came naturally in each group.

Rikka: But Aru-san always gets the bullied role.

Izuru: (laughs)

Miyabi: Yeah he's the bullied one.

Arurandeisu: I can feel everyone's love from it.

Miyabi: Aru-san is good at natural tsukkomi and he can do boke as well, so he can adjust his reaction depending on the situation I think.

Arurandeisu: Thank you kindly (bashful).

Izuru: Just between us here, Aru-san actually had quite a potty mouth at the back.

Arurandeisu: Hey!

──(laughs)

Izuru: As for someone with an obvious role, I think that would be Rikka-chan and Astel-kun who evoke the feeling of "peace" and "in motion", making them the "driving force" for Holostars members themselves.

Rikka: You might be right, Astel carries a totally different kind of spectrum compared to me.

Izuru: Other than that, there’s Shien who appears as the balancer between both sides. Then there’s Oga with his generosity and multitude of talents. Roberu is always lively and good at talking, and...

Miyabi: How about me?

All: (laughs)

Izuru: You weren't as reliable back then, but recently you've been involving yourself a lot more so I think Miyabi's opinion is also important at some point.

Rikka: He's starting to be more open about voicing his opinion, right?

Izuru: Whenever Temma gets paired with Miyabi-kun, there's a sense of neverending banter in a good way within him.

Miyabi: Not knowing what might happen gives you a bit of excitement don't you think?

Rikka: He might be a genius in a sense.

Izuru: Now that I think about it although I initially thought he often thinks irregularly, It's actually something that makes the most sense. He's also good at keeping everyone's spirit at an all-time high.

Arurandeisu: If you put it like that, he might be the ultimate balancer among us all.

Izuru: He reminds me of a shooting star at some point though (lol).

Miyabi: In a way, it's pretty amazing that each of us has our own "role" within the group even if there's a lot of us now.

Arurandeisu: Everyone seems to be always quick to position themselves whenever we're meeting up.

Rikka: It's like they know what to do right away, and that makes the atmosphere around feel much better.

Izuru: That makes us pretty much capable of doing anything I guess.

Arurandeisu: Everyone is pretty high-spec! It may not look like it, but everyone has been doing a lot of stuff lately.

Izuru: Unexpectedly so. There are times when we are fooling around, but there are times when we're putting in serious effort.

Rikka: Yep. I think everyone could easily be an MC, a host, or basically anything. They're all geniuses.

──Seems like everyone here is pretty attentive toward other members.

Izuru: I think it's also because we trusted each other.

Miyabi: I think so too!

Arurandeisu: Right–, you get a feel like "I can practically say anything towards them without a worry" so it's rather nice, it means we can be quite relaxed toward each other too, and that we can pretty much do anything with them. I think being able to trust each other is also why we don't really predetermine everyone's "role" in the first place.

Rikka: If there's a catcher then one of us would be the pitcher, and by that pattern, there would be someone standing at the batter position already. This place (Holostars) feels pretty similar to this description I think.

Izuru: That's right. Each of us could also influence one another at the same time.

Miyabi: Everyone is always so hyper it's quite contagious in a way too. Arurandeisu: It makes you look forward to what kind of thing that would happen whenever we're meeting up, right?

–Growing up along with the fans–

──Regarding the topic of "Growth" that was mentioned briefly, during these 3 years, have any of you noticed significant changes or growth within yourself? Please let us know.

Izuru: Before joining Holostars I didn't think much about my lifestyle, it's not like I put in my all to graduate high school to enroll in a good university, but it's more because that's the kind of life I've projected upon myself at that time.

Nowadays I pretty much give it my all and think thoroughly about what I want to do, being involved in this kind of activity gave me more time to reflect upon myself more often than any other. From there I can see that I've already grown so much, at the same time I think there's still more room for me to grow further.

Arurandeisu: How earnest~!

Izuru: Leave it to me for this kind of interview!

Arurandeisu: Holostars' interview specialist right here! (lol).

Miyabi: I understand your enthusiasm, but try not to take every single question in okay (lol).

Izuru: I feel like I've managed to re-evaluate myself at the core and grow from there!

──On the contrary, what are some things that you feel are still lacking within yourself?

Izuru: Personally for me, it's the fact that I still couldn't control my emotions well, I think I'm still not mature enough on that front. I don't think it's good to always rely on our feelings when it comes to making important decisions. I'd like to gain more experience and improve myself in a way going forward.

Miyabi: I didn't have that much self-confidence at first, and being the very first to debut under Holostars has been quite rough due to the amount of criticism I've gotten. I took some of them quite personally and there are times when I wondered if I really deserved to be here.

But after 3 years– receiving my 3D and a live concert to boot, as well as collaborating with various people has made me gain a bit more confidence over the years. I've had fans saying "Holostars won't be the same without you, Miyabi-kun!", and that made me more confident in myself.

It makes me want to work even harder, and I think that alone is a nice thing. I think growing up, I've learned to not mind the negative comments as much.

Moving forward, I'd like to turn those negative feelings into positive ones as I grow as an idol.

Izuru: I've been watching over Miyabi-kun from the very first, and his growth is at least quite significant. I don't think there has been anything negative around you recently, right?

Miyabi: Or maybe I made it look that way (lol). I tried not to show my negative side as much these days, and instead focus more on bettering myself.

Arurandeisu: I guess you finally managed to control yourself better then.

Izuru: So you've managed to control your temper much better now.

Miyabi: Ahahaha (lol).

Arurandeisu: So even Miyabi-kun had grown up huh...

Izuru: Yeah, unlike you Aru-san.

Arurandeisu: Well I'm already flawless from the very first... So it'll be hard for me to grow even more beyond this.

Miyabi: ...Aru-san, you've changed.

Arurandeisu: Hey! This is supposed to be the part where you reply as the straight-man!!

All: (laughs)

──So have you felt a certain change within you as well, Arurandeisu-san?

Arurandeisu: Ever since I joined Holostars and became more serious about being an idol, most of my days are spent thinking about streaming and stuff I'm doing at Holostars. Things like how do I make my fans happier– I think there have been more chances for me to think about it... How's this?

Rikka: Are you asking this for real now!?

Miyabi: I think it's a good answer (lol).

Izuru: Rather than being negative-minded, I think he started paying less attention to most criticism lately.

Arurandeisu: I think it's because I've found my comfort zone now.

Izuru: That's probably because you feel burdened by doing basic content, once you started doing things that you like, naturally you would end up wanting to do your best on it. I think that itself is part of your mental support in a way.

Arurandeisu: Back then I was rather insecure no matter what I did... Like I'm not exactly sure what is the right thing to do at that time.

Izuru: And now feeling like you might've found the right answer for yourself, you started to be more comfortable in a way. It feels like you're being more expressive nowadays.

Arurandeisu: Yep yep. I'm just doing things that I like, and to be able to find an audience who enjoyed it as much has made me even happier.

──How about you, Rikka-san?

Rikka: I'm not sure if I have grown significantly, but after streaming for such a long time I think I've managed to learn more about making a good thumbnail as well as other important things. As for deciding on goods and merchandise, I tried researching more into what people would like to have, things like whether they'd like it if I made certain goods and such.

Miyabi: Feels like everyone has improved on that part too.

Rikka: Yeah. Not just singing, but I think everyone's ability to notice that small details is proof that they've indeed grown. Not only do we receive more support nowadays, but I think we have also managed to grow up together as fellow Holostars members

Now that I recall, in our previous Ichioshi Talk session I've met a fan who brought 3 of their friends to the event, and being able to receive a compliment from someone I just met made me really happy. I think it would be nice if we could experience something similar again from now on.

Izuru: It feels like we've fostered a really nice community.

Rikka: Yeah. And most of all, our fans are such warm people. Instead of gatekeeping, they welcome newcomers with a smile and even teach them a lot of things, in a way it's really easy to get into Holostars.

Miyabi: That's right. Everyone is so kind.

Rikka: I think it'll make it easier for people who have just known about us through this interview too.

Arurandeisu: Now then everyone, let's get along together!

Rikka: Scary–! All: (laughs)

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kozumekinnie · 3 years ago

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The Concept of Love: Midoriya Izuku

Read the first and second parts first! Or don’t, this fan fic can stand alone.

The Concept of Moving On | The Concept of Moving On II

Midoriya x Gender Neutral! Reader

Fluff; SFW

WC: 1.1k

You were about to rest your head down and place your headphones when a shaky hand reached your shoulder startling you.

“Oh sorry y/n, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to invite you outside to talk.. If you’re free?” Midoriya asked.

You stood up straightening the wrinkles of your inform and followed the broccoli out of the room. You stood by the corridor with a now mumbling boy, you couldn’t understand what he was saying but you sensed he was a bit panicking, you went near him and grabbed his wrist. “Are you okay?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“So I wanted to ask you to be my date for the Summer Festival, if it’s only okay with you and if you’re comfortable with me being your date and and and like you just recently ended things with Den-”

You cut him off, that seemed to be a rap. “Yes, I’d love to be your date to the summer festival.”

He went red, flustered, and more shaking. He was this excited when he got his All Might limited edition figure. “I’m really grateful!!, See you there!” he said, bowing, then proceeded to drag you back to the classroom.

It was a day before the Summer Festival and you were just walking around the mall alone. You suddenly came across a newly released All Might mug, you just knew you had to get it for Midoriya so you went inside and bought two mugs for the both of you. You spotted Midoriya as you left the store, you quickly shoved the mugs in your tote bag and approached him,“Midoriya!”

“Oh hey y/n, I didn’t know you’ll be here too.” Midoriya said, waving at you. Before you could speak, you heard your stomach rumble. “You seem hungry, c’mon let’s go eat!” he said, grabbing your hand, leading you to the nearest restaurant.

The restaurant wasn’t that fancy or plain, it was both to your liking, especially Midoriya who saw a limited edition poster by the counter. The waiter arrived and asked for your orders. When you gave your order, you secretly slipped your atm in the waiter’s order pad so that Midoriya wouldn’t debate with you that he should be the one paying.

While waiting for the food you told Midoriya to close his eyes, to which he immediately did.“Are you going to leave me here?” he asked, giving you a nervous laugh.

“Why would I do that?” you said, grabbing the mug from your bag, placing it in front of him. “Now open.”

You observed how his face lit up, his ear to ear smile really made your heart melt. It was too cute just to make it last a second, you quickly took a photo of him admiring the mug and saving it in your favorites folder.

“You know you don’t have to get me anything,” he looked at you blushing. “But I really appreciate it.”

“Wait,” you said, taking out the same mug that you had. “Look! I bought two so we’d have matching mugs.”

“That’s really cute! We’re like a couple having matching things,” he shyly pointed out. “Oh I don’t mean that we should be a couple right n-”

“You have your shot Midoriya, maybe a few more dates,” you cut him off, reaching for his hand for comfort and reassurance.

Before your table went silent, your food arrived and the waiter gave back your card. Midoriya looked at you confused.“Hey, I was supposed to be paying.”

“Says who?” You teased, sticking your tongue out.

“Says me, so the next date will be on me.” Midoriya reached out a hand for you to shake.

“Deal” You said, shaking his hands.

When your now-called-date ended, you went back to UA hand in hand. Making everyone’s head turn and gasping.

“Great job on getting a girlfriend, ” Iida said, aggressively shaking Midoriya’s free hand.

“Not yet, Iida” you laughed and shyly waved everyone goodnight as you escaped to your room.

The night of the festival came and while you were walking around with Midoriya, he spotted a ‘How Strong is Your Quirk’ stall that has a machine. Curious, he asked. “Hey look at that stall, do you want to check it out?”

You nodded and saw that the machine shows how strong your quirk is, both of you saw other students try it out showing 1000pts as a result. The line was a bit long so both of you had to wait.

“I’m sorry you have to wait in this line just for that silly machine,” he said fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves

“It’s okay, I enjoy spending time with you,” you said, slowly holding his face which turned into a blushing mess.

“Oh, it’s our turn!” He excused.

He positioned himself in front of the machine as the stall owner explained. “So you just have to hit this x mark in the middle, the highest gets the prize,” He said, holding up a big goldfish plushie.

Midoriya looked motivated and focused, then,“Full cowling!” striking the x with his fingers, technically breaking the machine into two.

Everyone stood there, stunned and speechless, Midoriya was frantically panicking. He looked around him, everyone was amazed and clapping. For a second he was confused.

“I’m sorry I broke your machine, how much will I pay for it?” he asked.

The stall owner let out a chuckle. “Dear boy, we’re literally in UA. We already know this is going to happen so no worries. Here grab the fish and give it to your girl. You deserve it,” giving Midoriya the huge goldfish plushie as the other stall supervisor started to clean.

“Thank you so much!” Midoriya bowed down to them and quickly grabbed your hand to avoid the scenario.

You rested at the fountain, with you hugging the plushie while leaning unto Midoriya’s shoulder. You gave him a light peck on the cheek, then faced him. “Thank you Midoriya, I really adore this prize. Are you still worried about the machine?”

“Well yeah, I just didn’t think that it would break like that” he said, looking down, “WAIT WHAT WAS THE KISS FOR?” Midoriya exclaimed as it just processed in his thoughts.

“As a thank you gift, you know, you’re more than just your quirk. I admire your growth ever since we got accepted at UA, I’m really proud of you.” You said, cupping his face.

He rested his forehead on yours. “Thank you, I appreciate that you saw how much work I’m putting into the training to be the number one hero.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, he held your face to deepen the kiss and you smiled midway.

As soon as you broke apart, he said, “you know, I’ve always asked the heavens to give you to me. Asides from wanting to be the number one here, I wanted to achieve my dreams with you by my side.”

You gave him a warm smile, squeezing his hands a bit, and said “And I will be there, my number one hero.”

A/N: Feel free to message me for any corrections, I'm willing to edit! დ

Masterlist

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #deku #midoriya #izuku #midoriya izuku #deku x reader #deku x reader fluff #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader

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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago

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Part 12

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* You stare at the blank ceiling, the smooth unblemished surface like freshly fallen snow

* you should really put some nudie posters up there or something to lighten the mood a little.

* Light notes from the piano float around your room

* You sigh, so these are the facts as you know them:

* Edward is your best friend who has occasional bouts of brooding and flirtatious behavior.

* Bella is not albino, she has a lovely peach undertone, and a lovely grilled peach scent

* The entire coven has treated your attraction to this young lady’s blood like you got caught masturbating or wetting the bed or something

* “You don’t need to be embarrassed it’s a perfectly natural feeling.” Esme tells you while rubbing your shoulders

* “We’ve all been there” Rosalie reassures

* “Totally not a big deal, it happens to me everyday!” Jasper chimes in

* You wish sunlight hurt you so you could combust into flames on the spot

* The piano notes get louder, and you feel your mouth pinch into a frown.

* “Oh my god Edward! Read the room, I want brooding music!”

* Edward stops, up until then he had been playing a pretty cheerful Mozart piece

* You can tell he wants to ask why, you’ve been radiating joy non-stop since biology. But he decides against it

* “You really shouldn’t eat lying down.” He says as you sip blood while lying flat on your bed.

* “Okay dad.” You snort

* Edward starts to imagine what it would be like if you called him ‘daddy’

* All needy on top of him, your hands curled in fists against his chest, the breathy “daddy please” that leaves your mouth

* All of a sudden he’s ugly turned on

* “Ugh you’re no fun, I’m going to hang out with Rosalie”

* You leave the room and Edward has a total meltdown, is this what a kink is? Is he discovering a kink?!? At 100 years of age?!?!?!?

* Edward.exe is broken

* You don’t even make it to Rosalie’s room, you can smell them a mile away

* Broccoli, sugar and fat, and axe body spray. No peaches you realize with a sigh.

* They’ve only just barely rung the door bell when you open the door

* “Hey what are you guys doing here?”

* Jessica’s standing in front, looking pretty at ease, while Mike and Angela look equally uncomfortable.

* Makes sense, Jessica’s here all the time now either for homework or to watch TV.

* Mike and Angela haven’t been back since your sweet sixteen

* “How did you get down here so fast?”

* “I saw your car from upstairs” you say with a sheepish smile.

* You wish Alice would have given you a heads up, you weren’t planning on pretending to be human right now. Still you probably look raggedy enough right now in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt

* You can probably pull this sick thing off

* “We just wanted to check up on you, I heard from Mike and Angela you got sick during class.” And then in a more annoyed tone Jessica adds “And I guess you’re too sick to respond to all my texts and calls”

* Oh crap, where is your phone.

* You pat your pockets, and think when you saw it last

* “I left it in my locker” you smack your head. You told Edward to go grab your bag from class but you forgot your phone.

* “Hey don’t worry about it, I can get it for you tomorrow if you want.” Jessica rushes to your side and pats your arm. You shake your head

* “No I can get it myself, I’m fine I just ate something bad.” You mumble.

* You’re not missing school tomorrow. You would literally risk murder to smell Bella again.

* It’s not insatiable thirst like described in the books, more like a craving, like someone might have for nachos.

* It itches at you for a while, but if you just distract yourself long enough you can move on

* “Would you like to come in? I think Esme just baked cookies or scones or something.”

* Esme likes to bake for the smell and donate the food to the local shelter. That, or take it for her employees at her architectural firm in town.

* Firm is a loose word, she has maybe four employees, and they get one job a month, but it seems to make her happy.

* Angela and Mike give each other looks but Jessica perks up

* “Is she making those delicious earl grey scones again?” You sniff the air

* “I think she made some of that orange zest butter too”

* “Omg I am so happy you left your phone at school” Jessica giggles walking inside past you, you hear her greet Esme with a squeal

* “They really are good.” You tell them and your remaining human friends enter the house carefully

* “Soooo where is everyone?” Mike asks taking a look around your living room.

* “Ummm Rosalie’s in the garage, Alice is probably meditating on the roof, Emmett’s at swim practice, and Jasper’s probably at the barn.”

* “What about Edward?” Angela asks before Mike can ask about the barn

* Last you saw him he was playing the piano in your room, but it’s been a while since then

* “He’s probably in his room monologuing about the degradation of the American dream or something.”

* You lead them into the kitchen where Esme and Jessica are already deep in conversation about the wonder of her baking

* “-side is so light and fluffy, how do you get the tea flavor though”

* “Witchcraft.” Esme jokes, giving a full smile before putting another tray in the oven. Only Jessica laughs, the other two are too nervous to even sit down

* “Why don’t I teach you how when you come over next week.”

* Yeah you’re pretty sure Jessica is really only a fan of the “eating” and not of the “baking”

* You’re half surprised when she seems happy at the invitation.

* “Oh that sounds great, I can’t wait for it!” Jessica’s practically beaming

* Where’s Edward when you need him? You wonder what her motivations are.

* Jasper is not going to like this. He’s already irritated enough that he’s kicked out of his own house every Friday when Jessica comes over to watch arrested development

* Before you can say anything to Esme the conversation moves forward

* “Did you guys hear about that security guard that died in Mason county?”

* She’s just making small talk, you know that. But you and Esme instantly tense at the mention

* Carlisle had mentioned he thought there was a nomad wandering through, they were still far enough not to cause the coven immediate trouble, but anything that brought more attention to them was a disadvantage

* “My Dad says he heard from Chief Swan it was probably a wild animal attack” Mike mumbles over a bite of scone, you figured he would be the easiest to win over with food

* You hide a smile behind your hand, he really is like a golden retriever

* “What kind of a wild animal climbs stairs into a building” Jessica mumbles over another bite of scone. And maybe to fit in, or maybe because she’s always been a nervous eater, Angela takes a bite too.

* “Oh wow, these are really good” she murmurs

* Esme Cullen ladies and gentleman, winning the hearts of teenagers with baked goods since 19XX

* “Well you kids stay safe, stay together if you can.” She pats your head and you nod.

* You don’t know the details of the attack, you get the feeling Carlisle still see’s you as a kid and he doesn’t want to burden you.

* But assuming the small changes that have happened have nothing to do with the large changes, that means Laurent, James and Victoria will be passing through soon.

* Maybe it’s for the best Bella doesn’t get involved with Edward until later.

* You’d really like to not get all mixed up in the whole “James Thing” if you can help it.

* “Are you staying for dinner? I’m thinking of whipping up some pasta, maybe a chicken?” Esme looks to you, yeah you have no idea how she’s going to manage that. Besides the baking basics there’s no actually food in this kitchen. And the one upstairs is just for your blood bags.

* “(Y/N), do you think...Carlisle would mind if we used one of... his chickens?”

* His chickens? The only chickens in the house-

* “No Esme! My chickens are only for love and chicken snuggles” and their blood which tastes very leans yet rich. “Not to eat!”

* “It would just be one-we’ll eat your least favorite!”

* You’re really hoping this is her way of chasing the humans out because she doesn’t want to cook.

* “No- oh my god- we’re going to the diner come on!” You say tugging Jessica and Angela to stand.

* “It was great seeing you again Mrs. Cullen, see you next week!” Jessica shouts as the three of them follow you out.

* “Going out? Is that such a good idea it’s late and a school night.” Edward says as he descends down the stairs

* “Oh my god, yes Dad I’ll be home before my curfew.” You say before leaving, cue Edward crumbling onto the stairs as he imagines you calling him “daddy” again

* “I’m going to hell, I’m definitely going to hell.” He mumbles, his face in his hand.

* It’s a really short drive to the diner, also known as the only place to eat in Forks in the mid 2000’s.

*There’s not even a McDonald’s. It’s almost sad

* And when you get there, while everyone moves ahead to the table you see a familiar face.

* “Oh, Hey Bella”

* Your eyes met and you figured it would be rude not to say anything. It looks like she’s here having dinner with her Dad.

*She really does look like her dad, same eyes, same cheekbones.

* “Nice to see you again Chief Swan”

* “Nice to see you too, how’s Carlisle doing? Heard it’s been busy at the hospital.”

* “Yeah, it’s like he doesn’t sleep anymore.” You grin at your own joke.

* “Are you feeling alright now?” Bella asks, she looks genuinely concerned

* “Yeah, I um, made some questionable food choices at lunch.”

* There’s an awkward moment of silence. You get the impression that Chief Swan and his daughter are both the “strong silent” types.

* It looks like they’ve both finished eating already

* If you had known she was going to be here you would have made Edward come with you.

* “Oh hey, do you want to join us for dinner?” It just seems like the friendly thing to do for the new girl, something on-brand with human character

* Definitely not because if you get on her good side now, maybe she won’t kick you out once her and Edward get married.

*Father and daughter exchange a glance and the familiar connection they have makes you nervous.

*“Of course you don’t have to, I know you’re here with your dad so-“

* “I’m sure Bella would love to join-“ Charlie says at the same time Bella says:

* “Wouldn’t it be kind of weird since I already ate.”

* Ah, so they’re not as in sync as you thought.

* You give your best “Golden Girl - You can totally trust me with your daughter” smile.

* “I’m actually not eating either,” you place a hand over your stomach like a human might. “The uh, Clam Linguine is still haunting me, so I’m sticking to broth and sprite.”

* Why did you say Clam? You don’t even eat meat, it’s how you’ve been getting away with eating so little at lunch.

* “not a lot of vegetarian choices” You say to your human friends who nod solemnly.

* Father and Daughter exchange another look likening telepathic communication and they both move to stand

* “I’m going to finish up some paperwork at the precinct, don’t stay out to late.” Charlie says, leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead

* You watch with warm eyes and a small smile twitching onto your lips

* Bella is so loved.

* You can’t believe she’s willing to break her dad’s heart just so she can be 19 forever.

* Which, as you are 19 forever, you can fairly say is overrated

* “Hey guys Bella’s joining us.”

* Your female friends offer her a polite smile, you see Angela gaze flick from the menu to Bella’s face. Silently calculating the worth of this opportunity

* Any intel on this new girl would be pretty valuable

* Same old Angela

* Mike sits up straight so fast that he actually knocks his silverware off the table.

* “H-hey Bella, Hi, w-what, what are you doing here?”

* “Eating.” Bella says it so bluntly that you can’t help but laugh.

* Mike flushes bright red and Jessica and Angela exchange a look before giggling.

* “I thought it would be cool if she came over since I didn’t get to talk to her much.” You take a seat next to Jessica and Bella follows by taking the last seat between you and Mike.

* You still catch whiffs of her scent her and there, especially when she’s sitting so close to you.

* But it’s not so bad, the peachy smell is making you a little lightheaded, but you can handle it.

* At least you’re not fantascizing about killing her and everyone in this room like a certain dork you know.

* “Do you guys want to do that promotion where we get the basket of fries for the table?” Jessica asks

* “I don’t like sharing fries with Mike he eats them all.” Angela mumbles

* Yeah you remember last time when after a football game the three of them actually sat down and divided the plate in three equal portions

* They even measured out each fry dividing up the extra long ones

* “Says the person who basically eats ketchup with a spoon.” Mike retorts and Angela scoffs

* “It’s America’s best condiment for a reason Mike.” Angela snaps back

* “I think we’re getting off track, I say Mike buys us all french fries to make up for all the times he hogged the joint basket” Jessica’s teasing but Mike takes it seriously

* “What so I’m a French fry monster now?”

* “Yes” Both Angela and Jessica respond in unison without looking up from their menu cards

* “What do you think Bella?” You’re surprised that Jessica’s the one asking. You get the feeling she’s not very happy about Mike’s crush on Bella.

* “I think Mike should buy everyone their own basket since he has such a bad history with sharing.”

* “You traitor!” Mike mocks hurt and you all laugh.

* You look at Bella through the corner of your eye, maybe it’s just the lighting but she looks pinker when she’s laughing.

* She looks happy as she starts contributing to the conversation.

* “I will say the pie here is really good, I wouldn’t share even if someone paid me to.”

* “Omg yes, the cheery icebox pie is out of this world” Jessica responds

* “I’m partial to chess pie” Mike pipes in and Angela laughs

* “You guys are crazy, the fruit custard they make is the best”

* You grin as your four new friends argue about the superior dessert, watching Bella laugh beside you.

* Welcome to team human Bella

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LIGHTWOOD BANES WEEK - ALEC & MAX

Alec was peering through the report from the Head of the LA Institute, Julian Blackthorn, when there was a tentative knock on the door.

Huh. That was odd.

When Magnus had made Alec an office room – and by made, he meant literally summoned it from nowhere – Alec had been secretly pleased.

Of course there were downsides to this kind of gift – like when Magnus magically made the room vanish, along with Alec’s belongings, when they had a little domestic quarrel.

There was no need to knock before entering Alec’s office because the room didn’t have a door - a gesture from Magnus that Alec appreciated. It was to show that anyone who needed Alec’s help was welcome.

But it wasn’t the door-less knocking that Alec found odd, but it rather who it came from.

He was used to his son barging into the office – or any room rather, much to Magnus’ dismay.

So this was new. And a little odd.

“Max?” Alec took off his reading glasses and glanced at his son.

The blue-eyed boy was standing awkwardly in the threshold of the room – where a door should have been.

Alec realized he was waiting. Odd again.

“Come in,” Alec gestured at the seat in front of him.

Max pulled it back and sat down - properly. Odd. Odd. Odd.

Max would always walk in and share some random fact he found out - all the while sprawled on the chair like a cat, with his feet hanging off the side. The boy never sat down properly.

But now, he was sitting carefully, his feet ready to bolt any minute.

“What is it?” Alec asked, feeling concerned.

He has been the boy’s father for 17 years. One would think Alec had gotten around to figuring out this whole parenting thing. But it was an endless course – with a lot of surprise pop quizzes.

This seemed like one of them.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Max said, staring at his knotted hands.

Alec’s anxiety deepened. Max never hesitated. If there was something he wanted to ask, he would simply ask.

“Okay,” Alec tried to sound calm. “What is it?”

“It’s a bit…You know what?” Max suddenly got up. “I’ll google it.”

“Sit down,” Alec said, the tone of the Consul creeping in. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

“I don’t know how to ask,” Max said awkwardly.

“Use your words,” Alec said softly. “Is this shadow world business?”

“Oh no no,” Max shook his head immediately. “It’s…It’s, um, It’s about…a boy.”

“Did some boy at the institute say something to you again?” Alec demanded, his fingers itching for his bow. “Because if someone did, I wil-”

“No, it’s not like that,” Max looked frantic. “It’s about a boy…I like.”

Oh.

Alec blinked.

Oh.

“A real boy?” Alec asked. “Not one of the mundanes from your posters?”

“It’s a real boy,” Max’s lips twitched.

“Okay,” Alec smiled, feeling equally giddy and nervous about the prospect of his son dating. “What’s his name?”

“Nuh-huh,” Max shook his head. “Not happening.”

“Is it a shadowhunter?” Alec asked, leaning closer. “What institute is he from?”

It could be a shadowhunter. Max did spend an awful lot of time in the New York institute. Alec had always thought it was because of “Uncle Jace” but maybe there was someone else…

“Dad, stop!” Max groaned. “You know what? This was a mistake. I’ll ju-”

“Sorry. Sorry,” Alec raised his hands in surrender. “Alright. What did you want to ask?”

Max looked away. Alec saw his horns quiver a little – a telltale sign that Max was anxious.

“Max,” Alec called softly. “You can talk to me.”

“You won’t freak out?” Max asked, biting his lip.

“I won’t,” Alec promised. He could do this. He has been a father for more than a decade. He can do this.

“Okay,” Max took a deep breath. “When you’re with a boy…and you’re a boy…and there are like two boys…”

Alec gaped. “There are TWO boys!?!?!”

“No. No. Just one,” Max looked horrified. “I mean there are two, but I’m one of them!”

“Oh okay,” Alec regained his composure.

He was okay with Max dating however many people he wanted of course – as long as they all consented – but he had to admit talking about one itself seemed like a challenge. He will need a little more time to prepare for anything else. He needed to take baby steps!

“When there two boys,” Max started again. “How do you know…like how do, um, how do you know what happens?”

Alec chuckled.

“Well, it works differently for different people,” Alec pointed out. “Sometimes you always know you like boys and sometimes it takes a certain someone to help you realize and other t-”

“I know I like boys,” Max interrupted, and Alec wasn’t surprised to hear that. “That’s not what I meant.”

Alec frowned.

“Then what did you mean?” Alec asked. “You need to be more specific, Max.”

Magnus seemed to be running out of patience. He sighed. “When there are two boys…How do you know which one is which?”

“Which one is what?” Alec asked, genuinely confused.

“You know,” Max prompted. “When you have sex. How do you know which one is which?”

Alec blinked.

And then he blinked again.

And it dawned on him. So much for baby steps.

“YOU’RE HAVING SEX???”

“Shhh!” Max whispered furiously. “You promised you won’t freak out!”

“I’M NOT FREAKING OUT!” Alec whispered loudly – totally freaking out.

“Stop it!” Max warned.

“IS IT A SHADOWHUNTER?” Alec whispered loudly.

“I’m gonna go to my room,” Max got up.

“Sit down. Sit down,” Alec said quickly.

He can do this. He can totally do this.

Alec reached down and grabbed a bottle of water and started chugging. Max eyed him worriedly.

“You okay?”

Alec nodded, chugging more water.

“We haven’t had sex yet,” Max pointed out. “Just hand stu-”

Alec choked and the water spluttered all over the desk.

Max flicked a wrist and the contents of the table dried themselves immediately.

“This was a mistake,” Max said quietly. “I should have talked to Bapa.”

For some reason, Alec felt oddly touched by that.

Max had come to him.

Him.

“Why didn’t you talk to him?” Alec asked curiously.

It was a no brainer that Magnus was the ideal person to talk about this.

“Because I was worried he will do another PowerPoint,” Max rolled his eyes.

Alec chuckled.

Magnua was ideal. But he was also a little too enthusiastic.

When Max and Rafe had come of age, he had sat them down done a presentation on safe sex – with a Q&A session too.

Rafe had thoroughly enjoyed it and put up his hands multiple times.

Alec and Max however had briefly conspired to make a portal and run away to Peru since Magnus wasn’t allowed there.

“I did ask Uncle Jace,” Max smiled a little.

“Uncle Jace?” Alec couldn’t help but feel offended. “Uncle Jace isn’t even…Uncle Jace has never been with….UNCLE JACE HAD SEX IN HELL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.”

“By the angel, dad!” Max swore - and as always the nephilim phrase on his warlock son’s lips made Alec smile.

“Why would you talk to Jace about this?” Alec asked.

“I dunno,” Max shrugged. “He is always chill about these things. And he can talk to me about sex without choking on water or turning red.”

“I’m not red!” Alec protested.

“Your face looks redder than Aunt Izzy’s broccoli soup,” Max giggled.

“First of all, broccoli soup is not supposed to be red,” Alec pointed out worriedly. “Secondly, I’m not embarrassed. Never of you.”

Max gave him a tiny grin in response.

“Did you ask Uncle Jace because this boy is from his institute?”

Max just glared and Alec conceded.

“What did Uncle Jace say?” Alec inquired.

“Nothing,” Max chuckled. “He got emotional and said ‘they grow up too fast’ or something and I quickly escaped before he started crying.”

“He never told me anything about it!” Alec said, feeling betrayed.

“Well, I kinda told him not to,” Max winced.

“Why not?” Alec asked, feeling a little ashamed. “Do you not want to talk to me about this kind of stuff? Do you…Do you not trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you,” Max said without missing a beat. “I just…I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable."

Alec’s eyes softened – as did his heart.

“Max,” Alec said softly. “When I was your age, I would have never even thought of talking to my father about this kind of thing. I don’t think any of us could. We were…scared. Ashamed of our bodies and our sexualities. Confused and lost. I don’t ever want you feeling like that.”

“But I-”

“And I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t talk to me,” Alec urged. “I’m your father. You can always talk to me about anything.”

“Are you sure?” Max asked, biting his lip.

“Always,” Alec repeated, his eyes steady.

Max still looked unsure.

“This is what I fought for, Max,” Alec said gently. “You’re what I fought for.”

Max smiled at that. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Alec smiled back. “But are you sure? I don’t want you to do things because you feel like you have to do them.”

“I want to do it,” Max whispered. “I just…I don’t know how or who should…”

Alec took a deep breath. Okay he can do this.

He did want this son to talk to him about anything, but Alec had to be careful with his words. He wasn’t the most eloquent person, and he wasn’t suave like Magnus.

He felt nervous about messing this up or telling Max the wrong thing.

Whenever Alec felt anxious, he immediately thought of Magnus.

A different memory every time. But each one always managed to pull him back. Each one always powerful enough to give him the strength he needed.

An image of Magnus gliding him across the ballroom in Venice swirled into his mind. He remembered looking at his own reflection and realizing he had never been happier.

An idea struck him.

“Think of it like dancing,” Alec told his son now.

Max blinked, his blue eyelashes fluttering. “Dancing?”

“Yeah. Waltzing for example. There is someone who leads and someone who follows,” Alec pointed out. “Some people feel more comfortable with leading, and others feel more comfortable following. It changes from person to person.”

Max’s brows knit in concentration. “Okay. I see where you are going. Go ahead.”

Alec grinned and gave himself a tiny self-five under the table.

“But just because you like leading, it doesn’t mean that you always have to lead. It’s the same for following too. Sometimes you want to lead and then other times you might want to follow.”

Max considered that. “So, you’re saying whether I want to lead or follow changes with everyone I date?”

“It could, nothing wrong with that,” Alec pointed out quickly. “It could also be with the same person too. Sometimes you want them to lead or follow for a change.”

“And that’s okay too?”

“Of course,” Alec nodded. “But you need to make sure they want to do it. Just because you want them to follow or lead, doesn’t mean they should. Same goes for you.”

Max nodded, looking way too serious for a 17-year-old boy.

“Sometimes you don’t want to change how you dance and that’s okay too,” Alec pointed out. “If you think you only want to lead, then that’s it. Just like with following. If you are more comfortable with following, then stick to it.”

“Okay,” Max said slowly. “But how do I figure out if I want to lead or follow?”

Alec thought about it for a moment.

“Well, sometimes you instinctually know,” he said carefully. “Your body knows what it wants and what it feels comfortable with.”

Max hummed.

“Think about other stuff,” Alec said, trying not to sound awkward. “Like kissing. You should know where you like to be kissed and where you don’t. It’s just like that. You need to listen to your body. Trust it. Trust your instincts.”

Max nodded again. “Okay. What if I…What if I lead and then I don’t like it?”

“Then you try following,” Alec replied. “Sometimes you might not like that either. If you like neither, that’s okay too. Just because everyone is dancing, it doesn’t mean you have to do it too.”

“Oh,” Max said now. “Oh okay.”

“It depends on a lot of things,” Alec said. “The music. The space. These can all affect whether you want to lead or follow or do neither. But the most important thing is your dancing partner. You can’t dance by yourself.”

“Well, technically you can,” Max grinned, and Alec saw a shade of Magnus’ cheekiness reflect in his blue eyes.

“Max!” he chastised.

“Sorry. Sorry,” Max put up his hands. “So, about the dancing partner?”

“You need to trust them and they need to trust you,” Alec said, a little more seriously now. “Dancing can be a little intimidating sometimes. Especially if you haven’t done it before. It’s easier when do it with someone who you trust. Someone who will catch you if you trip and won’t judge you for being clumsy.”

“This analogy is getting out of hand,” Max muttered.

“But you do get my point, right?” Alec asked, still serious. “It’s alright to want to have sex. But remember that it’s not always about who does what. These roles...They don’t define you. Sometimes…Sometimes people will say things.”

“Things?” Max bit his lip worriedly.

“Sometimes,” Alec said, because he didn’t want his son to worry. “For example, if this boy is a shadowhunter, then people might expect him to lead. Because they think shadowhunter men shouldn’t follow.”

“He is not a shadowhunter, dad!” Max grumbled.

“Regardless…The point still stands. They will say people who lead the dance are better or that people who follow are inferior. They will try to tell you whether you should lead the dance or follow. Don’t listen to them.”

Max nodded again, as if he knew. It pained Alec to think that Max was already exposed to this kind of toxic stereotypes.

“Whether you are leading or following, what matters is that you enjoy the dance,” Alec told his son. “Don’t let anyone tell you what to do with your body. Only you get to decide that.”

“Okay,” Max said, he was smiling now. “Okay, dad.”

“Are we good?” Alec asked. “Do you have any questions?”

“It’s just like dancing, right?” Max asked.

“Just like dancing,” Alec winked. “You’ll figure it out.”

Max thought for a minute. “Okay I think I’m good.”

Alec let out a quiet breath. Somehow it felt like he had passed an important exam.

“Good,” Alec smiled back. “That’s good.”

“This didn’t go as awkwardly as I thought it would,” Max chuckled.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Alec rolled his eyes fondly. “Now. About this boy….”

“I’m not telling you anything!” Max shook his head.

“Just tell me his last name!”

“It’s not a shadowhunter, dad!” Max rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Alec asked.

“Well, now that you ask,” Max said, with a grin that suited the devil. “I do remember a strength rune on his abdomen the last time I li-”

Alec’s hands flew to his ears. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

Max moved closer to him and removed Alec’s hands and ruffled his hair affectionately. Alec, not for the first time, realized that Max was an inch taller than he was.

Suddenly it didn’t feel weird that Jace had almost cried. They did grow up too fast.

“Thanks for the talk,” Max winked. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you too, buddy,” Alec said.

“Okay then. I’m gonna go hang out with Rafe,” Max said trying to sound nonchalant.

“Are you going to the institute?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“Think what you want,” Max grinned but then paused. “You won’t tell bapa I’m seeing someone, right? I don’t want him stalking this boy on Instagram.”

“Is that some kind of warlock hang out spot?” Alec asked.

Max barked out a laugh. “Sure. I have seen plenty of warlocks on insta. But just don’t tell him. Not yet. Can you make a promise?”

“Of course!” Alec said in an offended tone as he followed Max to the door. “You think I can’t keep a secret?”

“I think you can’t keep a secret from your beloved husband,” Max replied as he picked up his backpack.

Alec rolled his eyes. “Your bapa is not the boss of me.”

“Huh huh,” Max grinned as he ran down the stairs. “Yeah, I’ve heard the two of you dancing.”

“MAX MICHAEL!!” Alec yelled after him.

“Just don’t tell Bapa,” Max warned with a blue finger.

“Don’t tell Bapa what?” Magnus emerged from the bedroom, wearing a purple robe, looking extremely curious and cheeky.

Max and Alec stared at each other.

“Nothing!” they both said at the same time.

“If this is about the boyfriend, I already know,” Magnus rolled his eyes. “Max, I'm rather hurt you’d think I wouldn’t figure it out. I’ve been following the boy on instagram for months now.”

Instagram! Alec had to find this place. Maybe he could ask Jace to help him find this warlock hideout.

“You’re Great Poison on Insta!” Max gasped in shock. “I should have known! Only you could come up with something lame like that!”

“Hey!” Magnus protested.

“You knew?” Alec demanded from Magnus. “And you didn’t tell me! Who is this boy? Is he a shadowhunter?”

Magnus blinked. “Oh. You don’t know. Oh my god, Alexander. You really don’t know? This is going to be so much fun!”

“Magnus, tell me now!”

“Nope,” Magnus grinned and Alec knew he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon.

Alec put his hands on his hips. “No more dancing for you!”

Max giggled and covered his mouth.

Magnus looked confused. “Meh. You aren’t that good of a dancer anyway,” he shrugged and walked away.

Max doubled down laughing. Alec didn’t think it was funny one bit.

“Is there anything else I don’t know?” Alec demanded. “Is Rafael secretly married?”

“You never know,” Max winked and he ran down the stairs.

“MAX, GET BACK HERE!” Alec yelled but Max was long gone.

Alec went back to his office room, grinning to himself.

He felt absurdly proud of himself. He didn’t think it was possible for a shadowhunter to talk about something like this. Let alone for a shadowhunter to talk to his own son about something like this.

But here he was. Once again, redefining possibilities for his people.

For his family.

“You want to come stalk this boy on instagram?” Magnus asked from the threshold of the office.

“No, thank you,” Alec rolled his eyes. “I’d like to respect my son’s privacy.”

“Very well,” Magnus shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

He focused on Julian’s report again for five minutes before his resolve broke and Alec barged into the bedroom.

“IS HE A SHADOWHUNTER OR NOT!?!?!”

#I've always wanted to write about this I guess this was my chance ;)#I wish someone had talked to Alec about these things too :(#but im glad he gets to talk to his kids freely :))))#alec lightwood #max lightwood bane #lightwood bane family #lightwood banes week #dani writes stuff

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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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That Time Marcus Almost Threw Hands With a Reporter

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/Male Reader

Word Count: 1,127

Warnings: Homophobia

Marcus expected many things upon bringing his fiancé to a joint interview, but the interviewer being a homophobic piece of garbage was not one of them. Let’s see how he reacts, shall we?

“Please?”

You sighed, looking down at the half kneaded bread dough on the kitchen counter. Marcus had a hero interview on Monday and he’d been begging for you to join him. As a fellow Heroic and his fiancé of a year, you two would have to announce the wedding publicly eventually, but the right moment still hadn’t come up. “And if I do agree to go on with you?” You asked, finally giving in.

Marcus perked up, his face filling with eagerness. “I’ll take you to that beautiful place you love for a weekend. The one up in the mountains.”

“Y’know I love it so much because the cell reception is absolute garbage and no one can contact you, right?” You asked, smiling and continuing to knead the dough. “I’ll consider it. But don’t get your hopes up.”

“Yes!” Marcus said happily, coming around the island and wrapping you in a bear hug. “I love you.”

You laughed, feeling him press sloppy kisses into your neck and lift your feet off the floor. “Marcus! Marcus! I’m trying to bake!”

Marcus put you down, kissed you once more, and headed off to take a call before dinner.

That night, at dinner, you kicked Marcus’s ankle under the table. “I considered it.”

“Hm?” Marcus hummed, nudging Missy and gesturing to the broccoli on the table. “Eat some.”

Missy groaned, but did as asked.

“Marcus,” you said, redirecting his attention back to you. “I’ll go with you on Monday.”

Marcus froze, his fork clattering out of his hand and to the floor, spilling food everywhere. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Immediately, Marcus lit up, smiling wide and pulling out his phone. “I’ll tell the others!” He said, and Missy almost pointed out that he wasn’t supposed to have his phone out at the table, but you stopped her.

“Let him be happy,” you said softly, watching Marcus joyously text his coworkers. “And can you grab a paper towel please?”

On Monday, you and Marcus were getting ready together at the interview site, you adjusting Marcus’s bow tie as he actively complained that he couldn’t wear his leather jacket.

“It goes with everything though!” He pointed out, adjusting his shirt cuffs and pouting at you. “Why can’t I wear it?”

“Because this is a formal interview,” you said, grabbing your own tie and putting it on. “Should I wear my ring?”

Marcus nodded, taking his own engagement ring off its usual necklace and sliding it on his finger. He kissed the ring that remained on the necklace, setting his old wedding band back around his neck.

You slid your own ring on, smiling at Marcus. “Shall we?”

Marcus laughed, readjusting your shirt collar. “We shall.”

You two walked out, hand in hand. The interview was done live, which was an odd experience, but you didn’t mind.

“Marcus!” The interviewer said as you two sat down on a couch set up on a stage. “It’s been too long! Rumor has it you were in retirement?”

“For a bit,” Marcus said, smiling politely. “But then we were attacked by aliens and I just never got the chance to retire again. Plus, I met Stitch and he sort of became my partner in heroics. I’d have felt terrible leaving him to deal with Miracle Guy all day long.”

The interviewer laughed, turning to you. “And you’re something of a small legend amongst the fans. Almost unheard of until you rose to fame overnight with those incredible healing powers. It seems like yesterday that the world was introduced to you. What an achievement.”

“Thank you!” You said, leaning a bit closer to Marcus. “I do prefer to leave the events and the interviews to Marcus though. Public events were never my thing. He’s just got that certain air for them.”

The interview went smoothly right up until the end, when the interviewer asked you a question about how you met the Heroics.

“Through my boyfriend at the time, actually,” you responded. “He worked there as a security guard, and he convinced me to reach out to them and show them what I could do. After they saw it online, I had an interview with Marcus, a short trial run in the field, and the rest is history.”

The interviewer’s face scrunched. “Your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, twisting your ring. “We aren’t together anymore, though. He’s married now.”

“Hopefully to a woman.”

You froze. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s unnatural for men to fall in love with men,” the interviewer said, gesturing loosely. “God forbids it.”

“Marcus,” you said under your breath, seeing his fists ball out of the corner of your eye. “Don’t.”

Marcus reached over your lap and grabbed your hands. “I think you’ll find you’re talking to the wrong people about this,” he said tightly.

The interviewer eyed your locked hands. “You two aren’t.”

“Engaged. Set to marry in June.”

Immediately, the interviewer shook her head. “But what about your daughter? She needs a mother and a father!”

Marcus stood up, and you grabbed his elbow. “Marcus.”

His jaw tightened, the fury unmistakable in his eyes. You gripped his arm tighter, hoping to avoid a fight. “Marcus.”

He turned to you. “We need to leave.”

Two days later, you were curled up on the couch, Marcus reading a book and you cuddled up beside him scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Heroics had gotten understandably pissed when you and Marcus had stormed off at the interview, but they’d understood, so you two were merely suspended from active duty for a week.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, seeing yet another post about your interview. “Marcus, hon, look at this.”

Marcus looked up, adjusting his glasses and reading your phone.

“Huh.” He put his book down, squinting closely at the phone screen. “She was fired?”

“Of course,” you said, taking your phone back and continuing to scroll. “People are entirely backing us up. It’s a bit surreal. We’ve gotten so much support and so many well wishes for the wedding.” You smiled, liking a post that gushed over how beautiful your engagement rings were.

Marcus sighed. “I still wish it hadn’t happened on live TV.”

“I’m still mad that you almost hit her.”

“She insulted you!” Marcus insisted, looking over your shoulder at another post, this time about how much the poster loved how quickly Marcus came to your defense. “I wasn’t about to leave your honor undefended.”

You scoffed, leaning over and kissing Marcus’s nose. “Mhm. Sure thing, Prince Charming. I think I can defend my own honor, hm?”

Marcus smiled, drawing you closer for a proper kiss. “So, soon to be Mr. Moreno, do you think we should publicly announce the wedding yet?”

You laughed. “Nah,” you decided happily, curling back up in Marcus’s lap. “Let’s wait a little while longer.”

#we can be heroes #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #pedro pascal #my writing

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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Hello Hello friends!

This is going to be my first full fanfic which is written for k.c.cosplays_13 on tiktok. If you don't follow them you should. They have amazing sanders sides cosplays and are a really nice person.

*Logan is a dark side in this fic*

A Typical Movie Night

Ships: Loceit

Janus was running back and forth between the couch and the kitchen, stepping over the occasional blood spatter and thrown about crayons.

It was the dark side movie night; aka, the night where they watched horror and documentaries until it's three am or they pass out. After getting into a huge argument with the light sides, Logan refuses to watch anything disney or animated. Not that the others minded, they weren't a huge fan.

Humming a show tune that he could barely remember the name of, Janus slowly cut up a vegetable tray. Making sure that the pieces were even and arranged perfectly on the plate. He picked it up to put it with the rest of the food on their coffee table, only to slip on a crayon.

A huge bang sounded throughout the dark household, veggies were everywhere, a plate was broken and Janus layed on his back. Face mixed between anger, slight pain and annoyance. He groaned and went to stand up only to have a blue side leaning above him with a spreading smile.

"The vegetables are meant to go on the plate Darling, not on the floor," a slight smirk rised on his cheeks -slightly showing off a dimple- as he helped the yellow side up, brushing off a few peas.

Janus let out a massive sigh, twisting his neck so it let out a crack. "I'm not going to kill the other two if they keep making a mess like this," fixing his hat slightly, "I didn't just clean this morning!" Janus couldn't stay irritated, not when he saw Logan with a ear to ear grin and soft chuckles leaving his lips.

Logan was so much happier as a dark side. He still played the role of logic but he was free to be himself. He opened the buttons on his shirt, he left the tie hanging around his neck -instead of having it suffocate him- and he even wore ice blue makeup sometimes. Logan could use little nicknames and still be taken seriously. He didn't even have to worry about his Crofters being taken! Right now though. Logan just had his dress shirt with a few buttons undone and a little bit of blue eyeshadow.

Logan towered over his boyfriend. Grabbing Janus' hand and pulling his body to his chest. Wrapping the right arm around his back and using the left to remove his gloves. Logan raised Janus' hand to his lips and gave them a soft - almost like it wasn't there- kiss. Letting out a soft squeak as Logan dusted his lips across his hand, face flushing beet red. Logan's smirk grew as he saw the flustered side. Lifting up Janus' head, he leaned in towards his lips. Only to swerve and whisper in his ear instead.

"As much as I love staring into your beautiful eyes, you are still covered in broccoli. Go get changed, I'll clean up here." Logan pecked his nose with a kiss before stealing his hat.

"Logan don't give that back!" Janus wanted to keep down that grin but he couldn't keep the smile off.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it. It reminds me of you." winking to the already flustered side "now do get changed"

Huffing slightly Janus left his boyfriend to clean up.

Heading up the stairs and passing a orange door and a green door. Janus headed into the black door with a snake and a brain etched on to the wood.

Walking inside the room, ever changing constellations danced upon the ceiling with twisting galaxies with legions of colours lighting the sky. Blue and yellow roses sat on both sides of a elegant four poster bed. A whole wall was just full of bookshelves and two plush chairs were placed in front of a floor to ceiling window, a small tea set off to the side.

Pulling out a yellow T-Shirt (reading: 'What do you call a snake thats 3.14 Metres long? A PI-THON!') Logan would hate it.....It was perfect. He also pulled a pair of black jeans.

Changing quickly, Janus walked back out of the room, only stopping to adjust the roses in the vase. He walked up to the green door and knocked.

"Remus! The movie isn't almost set up, you don't have five minutes! Remember it isn't your movie first."

He continued to walk down the corridor. Stopping to knock on a bright orange door.

"Augustus, the movie isn't starting in five!"

Janus continued his journey to rejoin his boyfriend, walking down the steps and looking up to see the taller side playing on his phone.

The room was all set up. Fairy lights hung above the couch twinkling as the title screen for "Murder Beach Party" played on the television. The coffee table was covered in food. Nachos sat in the middle with chips and candy by its side. Chocolate covered pretzels (Janus' favourite) was the closest to his seat and a new veggie platter was next to it for Logan. Pillows and blankets were piled high and nearby was a multitude of different electronics and chargers in case Remus got bored.

Janus smiled as he looked at how his boyfriend could now freely wear his smile. Pulling a silly smile of his own he flopped next to Logan and put his chin on top of his phone. Logan looked up and beamed at the yellow side... Before he saw the yellow T-Shirt.

"Bee, you know how much I hate the shirt."

"And honey, you know how much I don't love it."

"Well, who am I to get in the way of your smile?" a smirk was growing on the blue sides face as he tugged Janus closer to him.

"A pretty rude one, considering how you don't cause it most of the time." Janus leaned forward and let out a purr like hiss. Forked tongue peeking through his lips.

This time, it was Logan who turned bright red. Fumbling over his words until he simply gave up and pulled Janus closer to him. Burying his nose in the deceitful sides blond locks. Janus in response, curling up in his lap.

They stayed like that for about half an hour. Then the concern for the two missing sides grew. They were about to leave the comfort of the blanket fort when Janus' phone rung.

Logan passed the ringing phone to his partner and looked in curiosity as he answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Remus, what don't you mean you got arrested again? And Augustus isn't with you too..."

"Remus! This isn't the third time this week you two have gotten arrested."

"Don't you 'JanJan' me"

"I totally care if the body didn't fit in the trash can."

"No, you and Augustus can stay in there for a few days to see if you two can't learn how to properly dispose of a body."

"Well maybe you two shouldn't pay attention when we are teaching you how to do those things."

"No Remus, Logan and I won't come get you tomorrow or the day after."

Pulling the phone away from his ear, the shorter side looked up at the blue side. "He didn't hang up on me..."

The two sides stared into each others eyes before they both started cackling. Tears leaking by the time they could stop.

Logan wrapped his arms around the smaller side, drawing him close before picking up the remote; wiggling the remote back and forth. He smiled and gazed into Janus' eyes

"Want to watch Remus' gore filled movie or find something else, my love?"

Janus tapped his chin in thought, "well, If we do change the film we get to spoil it for Remus, but if don't we might enjoy our date night."

Logan hummed in response, "So, different movie?" chuckling at the excessive nodding of the head. Logan switched it to a different movie.

Hamilton

Logan liked the rapping and clever word play. While Janus liked the songs and the story.

Snuggling in further Janus grabbed his chocolate covered pretzels before leaning up to kiss Logans jaw. "I love you Logan."

Logan ran his fingers through Janus' curls, stroking his fingers over his scales. "I love you too Janus."

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Well, thats a thing.

@mother-snake I did a thing! It has a lot of fluff...

@girl-with-many-fandoms you seem to really like my writing... Have some Loceit fluff!

#sanders sides #deceit sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #orange side #janus sanders #loceit #ts deceit #ts janus #ts logan #ts loceit #ts remus #fanfic #my writing #janus fluff #fluff #deceit fluff #loceit fluff #tw food

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winnies-headcannons · 4 years ago

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Love is complicated

Deku x gender neutral reader

part 2

Tw: crying, depression

Part one

A/N: Hey guy part three should be coming out soon if you guys want a part three but thank you for the support 🖤🖤

Rain poured from the sky as you walked down the road. The sky foggy from the morning dew, not many people were out except the occasional passing car. The ground was wet causing your dragging pajama pants to get soaked. This only added to your sadness, your tears were mixed with the droplets of ran on your face. 'Of course I forgot my coat' you though as you walked along the side walk. You were freezing only having on a shot sleeve shirt, pajama bottoms, and slippers. You knew you would probably get sick from being in the rain like this you just didn't care. You didn't wanna see bakugous face now nor ever again.

Arriving at dekus house you were completely drenched. Your hair sticking to your face and an annoying face makes it clear you weren't happy. You walked up the path and knocked on the wooden door.

The door instantly open and the one called Izuku midorya poked his head out. "Oh hey, I didn't know you were coming!" His voice cheered you up a little, his warm smile made your heart warm and your face flush of embarrassment. "O-oh..me and Bakugou broke up. He..cheated." tears started to roll down your already wet face. Deku looked at you softly and smiled "it's okay Y/N you can stay here as long as you need" the green haired male stepped inside to let you in.

Once you stepped inside tears instantly started pouring from your eyes. Your body just broke down from all the stress, it was so bad you couldn't even stand so you fell to your knees. "H-hey Y/N its gonna be okay" the broccoli haired man ran beside you and gave you a hug. "B-but its not..I spent several years with that ass hat and this is the thinks I get?" Deku could barley understand you since your kept crying so hard. All in a swift movement deku picked you up and set your down on the couch, he held you close to his chest his chin on your head. You cried into his muscular chest. "He is an asshole but I'm always gonna be here for you, I always will be" deku held you tightly, you could hear his heart beating fast.

The sudden change in his voice went from concern to genuine love, your face flushed when he pulled you into his chest more. Could you really be in love with deku? I mean yeah he was attractive and nice and would never hurt you..but could your heart handle this much pressure?? You just basically broken up with the spikey haired jerk, how could your heart like someone else already. Unless, You've always liked deku just never wanted to admit it. Deep down you knew there was something there for the green haired male you just never knew what.

You and deku stayed in that position for about 30 minuets, you were leaned up against his chest while he was holding and comforting you. You eventually fell asleep in his arms, last thing you heard before drifting off was “I love you.” After about 2 hours of sleeping you woke up to the smell of food, your tummy rumbled as you haven't ate at all today. As you stood up you noticed that you were on a bed, dekus bed. Looking around you could see a bunch of allmight things like Posters, books, Even a rug. this is most defiantly dekus room. Heading to the kitchen to see what that smell was you seen deku over the oven cooking some pancakes and eggs. “Wow that smell delicious!” you say holding your growling tummy, Deku jumps at your voice not knowing you were standing at the door frame. “O-Oh hey, I didn’t know you were awake” he spun around as he plated the breakfast food. “I just woke up a few seconds ago, I was hungry and smelt food.” you smiled as you sat at the table, the green haired male set a plate in front of you along with pouring some OJ for the both of you. “Yeah I figured you would be hungry once you woke up” you only smiled and began to eat, his cooking wasn't as good as Bakugous but it was still good.

After breakfast you both decided to head out shopping. Since you were going to be staying with deku you needed some essentials. After shopping and looking around for about 2 hours you guys got shampoo, conditioner, some clothes, some allmight posters (for deku), and a few things for your room, which was gonna be the guest room. You honestly had a really good time with deku. You guys laughed and talked the whole time, even bumped hands a couple of time which cause both of you to blush madly and look away. The day was fun and you were ready to go back to dekus house, which you now called your home. That was..untill you seen him, Katsuki Bakugou. With the girl he cheated on you with, he noticed you two together and pulled the other women close to him. Your heart sank, you wanted to go over there and yell and fight him but your legs didnt move in that direction, they just ran. They ran away from everyone, out into the parking lot and back to dekus car. Before you ran you heard deku yell for you but you didnt care, you couldnt stand the sight of bakugou anymore. So you sat down beside dekus car and cried..

#bnha #x reader #bnha deku #deku x reader #bnha katsuki bakugou #izuku mydoria #crying #sad #fanfic #bnha fanfiction

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static-fanatic-1 · 4 years ago

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Test To Stay

-| Stuck at a StandStill |-

StandStill: Chapter Two

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Mineta is part of the story sadly.

Today's the day! Today is the day Aiko will head into class 1-A and make a name for herself. Her confidence as of lately has been at an all time high, never before had she felt so ready for whatever would come her way. The air smelled faintly of cherry blossoms and the weather was just perfect. Nothing would stop her!

A hand clasped harshly onto her shoulder, once again making her jump out of her skin and whip around. Her nose was practically touching Komori's because of how close he was. "Guess who got into the Hero Course, Sweetheart." His rave black hair swept in the wind, it's messy appearance complimenting the thick glasses hanging off his button nose.

She hated that nickname, he gave it to her long ago and for some reason it still stuck. Besides, what should she even say to that? Surely he will be in class 1-A with her when the bell rings. Better save herself the pain and let him figure it out himself. "Good for you. I'm proud of you."

Komori lifted a brow, the smaller girl sounded so genuine with her words, yet there was still a hint of something beneath those encouraging words. Something he couldn't exactly place. Still, the words gave the black haired boy a thing of punk on his tanned cheeks. "Well then, if that's all you have to say I'll see you at lunch. And don't worry your pretty little head, I'll tell you all about the Hero Course." He leaned down and patted her head with a heavy hand.

Aiko furrowed her brows and scooted away, Komori strutting his way into the school grounds. Her tense figure relaxed a bit, moving to the front to dispose of her outside shoes and placing her clip-on roller blades in her book bag. She shuffled a few things around and turned to find her class, but luck have it, she bumped into someone. "Sorry!" She quickly exclaimed, hands up in defense.

The figure she bumped into was tall and broad for his age, and when she looked up she noticed a familiar face from just a few days ago. He adjusted his glasses and straightened out his silver school uniform. He raised one of his hands, almost as if he was about to slap her. She flinched. "It's fine. People make mistakes."

Sighing, Aiko examined the student further. As stated he was broad shouldered and tall for his age, with thin glasses resting on his nose. His face and jaw was strong, defined, and his eyes were a beautiful navy blue that matched his short yet neatly parted hair.

He shut his locker, which was opposite of hers, and turns back to her. "What class are you going to?" His hand pointed at her, palm facing up.

"Oh! Um—Class 1-A. You?" She asked carefully.

A pleased grin stretched across his cheeks. "Class 1-A, If you and I are going to be classmates, how about we exchange names? I am Iida Tenya." He extended his hand in a mutual form of respect.

"Takahashi Aiko, I prefer Aiko though." She gave a gentle grin and cocked her head to the side. "Nice to meet you Iida-kun." Her small hand was engulfed around his own, and in contrast against her gentle nature, his shaking and grip was iron.

"Well, Iida," She tasted his name on her tongue one more time to make sure she didn't mess it up. "We should probably get to class before we are late."

He whipped his head toward the fancy watch he wore on his wrist. "You're right! Let's go." With an almost robotic walk, he led the way to Class 1-A.

"Do you know where you are going?" Aiko questioned before thinking about her words. Was asking that rude?

"No!! But we can follow the signs they placed for the first years." He kept walking, turning his head just a bit to make eye contact with the girl. "If we go up the stairs to the second floor and turn right we should be there."

Her silver eyes glanced over at the signs and posters on the wall, a few being the ones from before but many were signs posting to classes. "Oh, my bad."

"Don't worry about it."

The two students traveled up the stairs and stayed right. Many different students passed them, each one making their way to their classes. A certain figure passed them though, one Aiko was too focused to not notice.

His wings flared behind his back, why the hell was she going right? The General Studies and Business Courses are on the left side, did she somehow get into the Support Course? Komori's dangerous, plum eyes watched her walk behind a guy with engines in his calves.

He kept walking behind the pair, watching and waiting to see where they end up. Is that guy a friend or something? Aiko and the tall guy stopped in front of a large door, one that towered all the way to the high rise roof. Inscripted on the side of the door in bolded, white letters screamed 'Class 1-A'. No way, no way in hell did she get into that class.

Komori accidentally bumped shoulders with another student, this one having blonde hair and a smug look on his face. "Pardon me." He snapped through gritted teeth.

The blond glanced at the two disappearing figures, scoffing and placing his hands on his hips. "Class 1-A, they have nothing on us." He bitterly exclaimed, waving his hand in a dismissive way. "This year, Class 1-B will be the ultimate hero Course!" He chuckled maliciously.

The bat man with black hair cocked his head to the side. "You're in Class 1-B?"

"Truly! Class 1-A will finally learn what it is like to be second best! None of them will come close to being strong enough to face me!"

Komori quirked up a brow and grinned. "I think you and I will be great friends." A clawed hand extended toward the cocky blond. "Komori." He introduced.

The blond glanced up at his taller classmate, the mischievous grin on his features twisting into a pleased expression. "Monoma, pleasure to meet you, Komori."

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Aiko's pink lips stretched into a soft smile at the other students already in class. When she entered half of the entire class was already in their seats. Some of the more extroverted people talked to the students next to them, like Kaminari talking to the guy in front of him. Wait, did that guy have a tail?

Speaking of the blond, when he saw a familiar set of silver eyes and pale pink hair, he stood up and enthusiastically waved in her direction. Aiko waved back with a questioning yet polite look, shuffling over to take an empty seat in the back. She put down her bag and picked out her sketchbook, last night she was designing her costume but it wasn't approved, so she had to play around with her sketches to figure something out. Maybe more skin?

Every time a new student entered, Aiko couldn't help but anxiously await Komori, when was he going to show up? He would have probably showed up by now, right? Still, when a certain ash-blond entered with his hands stuffed into his pockets, she couldn't help but stare at his pursed lips. Why does he always look so pissed off?

Bakugou collapsed onto a chair and threw his feet onto the desk. Aiko cringed, and Iida, oh poor Iida... it was almost like he had a sixth sense for stuff like that. He strutted over to Bakugou, his entire body filled with momentum as his hands waved around in disapproval.

"Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to U.A. before us as well as the craftsmen who made the desk!!" His hands pointed to the desk and the boy.

"Like I care." The delinquent leaned closer to Iida's face. "What middle school did you come from, you extra?"

Aiko's concerned gaze shifted to the newest student entering the class, his face was difficult to describe. Almost like he was disturbed but too polite to fully express it. Her attention returned to Iida, one hand now over his heart.

"I-I'm from Somei Private Academy. My name is Tenya Iida."

"Somei?!" The blond snapped. "A stuck-up elitist then? I should blow you to bits then."

Iida backed off in surprise... or was it disgust? "You're aweful. Do you really want to become a hero?!" Without fully finishing the conversation, Iida noticed the broccoli haired boy and wondered over to him instead. "I'm from Somei Academy...." The tall male introduced, hand outstretched.

The boy from the sludge villain incident tensed up and waved his hands in front of his body. "I heard you before! Ah... I'm Izuku Midoriya. Pleased to meet you Iida."

They talked a bit more, though it was more of a hushed conversation. Aiko tilted her head at the green haired boy, could he have been hurt to the point of making him skittish? Through her experiences, Aiko could only guess.

The door creaked open behind them, a sweet looking girl with brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a smile just as sweet as sugar. "Ah! That curly hair!! The plain looking boy!!" She pumped her fist in the air. "You got in! Just like Present Mic said!! Makes sense though!! That punch was awesome!!"

His entire face flushed a bright red, his hand covering as he turned away. "No! I-I mean...! I have to thank you for speaking on my behalf... I... well...."

Aiko found the transaction cute, a shy boy and a girl that seemed too sweet to be normal, so she returned to her sketches and kept her mouth shut. Until everything was suddenly quiet.

She glanced back at the door, the same scruffy teacher from the entrance exam huddled into a yellow sleeping bag. A small pouch in his hand that he sucked on. "This is... the Hero Course."

'Huh?'

He stumbled out of the bag, letting it fall to the floor as he entered. "I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you." Although his words were professional, his tone said otherwise, like he was beyond bored to be here. He lifted up his bag and grabbed something within, pulling out a classic U.A. training uniform you would see during their tournaments. "Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."

The entire class was split, some were jumping from their desk in excitement while the other half stood with a nervous hesitance. Aiko was part of the nervous group, but one at a time everyone took their issued gym clothes.

The girls rushed into the locker room, a certain pink skinned girl with curly horns on top her fluffy, lighter toned hair, beamed in excitement. "What do you think we are going to do?" She asked, turning to face the small group of girls with a beaming grin.

The brown haired girl from earlier smiled, her chocolate eyes sparkling. "I don't know! I'm nervous though." Her rosy cheeks adding another level of cuteness to her overall appearance.

Small bits of chatter danced around the room, introductions being made and clothes being replaced. Each girl, with a sense of nervous excitement coursing through their veins, introduced themselves.

Momo, an insanely beatutiful, young girl with black, silky hair pulled into a ponytail.

Ochako, the cute girl with a permanent blush and short chocolate hair, she seemed nice.

Mina, the pink haired girl who started the conversation. Her skin seemed to match her personality and style, bright and frilly, kinda like a girly Tom-boy.

Tsu, a girl with a cute accent, almost like she had a stuffy nose. Long green hair ending in a bow and intelligent eyes makes her comfortable to be around.

Hagakure, a sweet girly-girly personality wise, but other than that Aiko didn't know how to describe her. Maybe invisible would work? She hoped that wasn't too mean to think.

Aiko listened intently, simply trying to buy time by examining her new gym uniform and shuffling it around in her grip. When it was her turn she rushed with her introduction, stating her name and a little something she likes. Drawing, she chose drawing to be the thing she likes.

"Oh!" Beamed the pink girl, a enthusiastic smile stretching across her lips. "You'll have to show us your drawings!"

Aiko glanced away with her cheeks flushing a rosy red. "Ma-maybe. They aren't anything too impressive though...." her words trailed off into a quiet mumble, before she remembered she actually had to get dressed. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

Swiftly, the white-haired girl's exited the conversation, shutting the bathroom stall door just a little too quickly in the process. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Aiko calmed her nerves. As much as she loved making friends, the over ecstatic girls made her a bit uncomfortable.

Though, them being excited about her art made her lightly blush.

~~~

The principle climbed his way into the room, the smaller form of All Might judging a price of paper in his boney hands. A deep set look of thought was etched onto his face, so much so he didn't notice Nezu entering and beginning to brew some tea.

A small ding alerted All Might of the new presence, and with a startled jump he turned to see who it was. The mighty hero sighed and examined the paper. "Aizawa is going to be harsh on the students."

Nezu pored the tea into two cups, took hold of both of them and handed one to Toshinori. "He's always hard on his students, I believe he would be good for your successor."

All Might turned and joined Nezu on the small desk. "He doesn't like me, Nezu, he'll defiantly see too much of me in him."

The principle smiled and took a calming sip of his tea. It was slightly sweet with a hint of mint, warm against his tongue as the steam tickled his nose. He sighed and kicked his legs in the chair. "That could be a good thing, besides I'm sure he will see potential in him much like you did."

All Might leaned forward, letting the steam warm his sunken face. "He expelled his entire class last year."

"That won't happen again, we've told him off for that last year." Nezu commented with a laugh, sighing and carefully handling his tea on his lap.

"But he can still expel someone, right?"

The mouse-like principle lightly chuckled. "Technically."

The two of them halted their current conversation, opting to change the subject on another issue All Might noticed. "You place twenty-one students in each hero course this year, why?"

"The batch of aspiring heroes seemed especially good this year. I wanted to give them all a chance."

"Won't there be some problems?"

"I've already thought ahead, don't worry. We will have the teachers follow the curriculum as usual, but whoever the extra person is, we can have the students who need more training get another chance." Nezu glanced over, taking another long sip of his tea. "Did that make sense?"

Toshinori hummed, his forefinger and thumb holding his chin in thought. "Yes, it does." The mighty hero sighed and stood, thanking his friend for the tea. "I'm pretty sure Aizawa is already testing them."

Nezu laughed. "Probably. It was nice to talk to you again, Toshinori."

"It was nice. I'll see you later, Nezu."

~~~

The entire Class 1-A stood in a field, a shot put field from the looks of it. Aizawa stood in front of them, taking in their forms like he was already deciding to give up on them. 'How optimistic', Aiko thought sarcastically.

He started talking, something along the lines of how U.A. allows independent teaching, and something about quirk prohibitions in society. "Bakugou, how far could you throw in middle school?"

"Sixty-seven meters."

"Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to do, just don't leave the circle." He handed the ash-blond a small ball. "Give it all you've got."

He smirked and mumbled under his breath before throwing the ball with a massive explosion behind it. "DIE!!" The sickening sound echoed through the field.

Air and smoke swept through everyone's hair, Aiko covering her face with her arms and squinting at the bright light. 'Die?' She glanced up at the sky, the ball only being a small spec in the vast ocean of blue. Slowly, it descended back to earth with a trail of smoke tailing behind each weak bounce it made.

Aizawa turned back to the group, his shoulders hunched and relaxed. In his hands, dressed with callouses, was a small device with the illuminated numbers 705.2m on the small screen. "It's important for us to know our limits." He began with a bored tone. "That's the first rational step to figuring it what kind of hero you'll be."

Aiko shivered at the slightly threatening words from the teacher, but everyone else cheered with delight. After all, this is a chance to prove themselves as the future heroes of Japan! To fight villains and save lives! Taking a quick glance at her classmates, she clenched her fists with a confident face.

Yeah, she would stop villains too! She would become a hero!

"'Awesome you say?'", Aizawa repeated, a bit of malice echoing under his disinterest. "Hoping you are going to become heroes after three years here... and you think it'll be all fun and games?"

'Huh?' Aiko's sudden confidence dwindled like a dying candle, and her posture slumped. 'Oh god, whats happening?'

"Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged hopeless... and will be expelled."

"E-e-expelled?!" She suddenly yelped, the entire class screaming their disbelief. 'Holy shit! He can't do that?! Can he?!'

"Your fates are in our hands." Aizawa trailed his hand through his messy, black hair. "Welcome, this is the Hero Course at U.A."

'That-that wasn't welcoming.' Aiko worried, hurrying along with the other students to the chopping block. They huddled up like cattle to the slaughter. The first challenge: 50-Meter Dash.

Two at a time, the students dashed as fast as they could, a race to the finish line. Aiko was paired up with a red head with sharp teeth. He grinned at her, a soft smile and a thumbs up. "Do your best." He added, bending down to prepare the sprint.

Aiko bent down too, blowing her loose hair out of her face, and patiently awaited the signal.

The dark haired teacher blew his whistle, and the two students were off! Aiko propelled herself forward, launching her body as fast as possible. The wind brushed past her hair, and she was subconsciously holding her breath with each step. 'A little farther!' She thought, the red-head beside her already past the finish line.

'When did he finish?' Aiko's foot passed the finish line, the camera off to the side blaring her score. "6.56 seconds." '6.56! That's better than middle school!' Suddenly, the red head finishing first didn't seem so bad.

Speaking of which, he was wondering over. A small bit of sweat coated his brow, and his toothy grin beamed brightly. "Good job!" He cheered.

"Th-Thanks, you too." Aiko kindly replied, fixing her gym shirt and taking a few deep breaths.

Next challenge: Grip Strength. She frowned, grip strength would be a tough one to do. Maybe her constant drawing would make her stronger than normal? Or maybe that was wishful thinking.

Yeah, it was wishful thinking, 36 kg wasn't that good.

Third Challenge: Standing Long Jump. Knowing each student could use their quirk, Aiko wondered if there was any way her quirk would be useful.

Fourth Challenge: Side Stepping. This would be an easy one, obviously as she finished almost last. Second to last to be exact, pretty good if she had to say so.

Onto the next challenge: Sit-Ups. Easy, eighty-eight and fourth to finish.

Sixth Challenge: Seated Toe-Touch. Also easy, Aiko stretches every morning before skating to school.

Seventh Challenge: Distance Run. Nope, was one of the last to finish, hopefully this wouldn't ruin her score that badly.

Finally, the Final Challenge: Throwing. Besides the eventful Aizawa vs Broccoli Boy vs Explosive Blond back to Aizawa, Aiko didn't do that good.

The reveal was upon the students, a horrifying set of numbers that would decide someone's fate. Aiko related her own score, if they went by a number system she made up, then she should be okay. If each student was put into the position they ended in, and each student was given the respective amount of points, then the people with the least amount of points would be at the top. Aiko wouldn't be at the top, but she shouldn't be on the bottom either.

There was a small beep, and with a deep breath, Aiko glanced up at the screen Aizawa held. Momo, Todoroki, Bakugou, Iida, etc... Aiko. Aiko Takahashi! In 14th place behind Tsu!

Her shoulders slumped and she let go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding. "I made it!" She quietly exasperated.

Though she paused, immediately being overwhelmed with guilt at whoever was in last place. Midoriya Izuku, that's the green haired boy right? Silver eyes glanced over at the boy, his head hung low. Should she go comfort him?

"Your total scores simply reflect your performance in each of the events. Explaining the process would be a waste of time, so all you get are the final rankings." His tone wasn't any different from before, he must really not care about them. "Also, I was lying about expelling someone."

Another sigh of relief.

"That was a rational deception... meant to bring out the best in all of you." His cheshire grin reeked of mischief.

The students shrieked in disbelief, the shy girl shuffling away from the front of the crowd. "Anyway, were done here." Your documents about the curriculum and such are back in the classroom, give them a look."

~~~

"Oi!" A shriek like yell burst through the comforting conversation of the after school pack up. The surprise made the small girl jump and slam her locker closed. "Aiko right?"

When she turned around, the electric blond from earlier. "Uh, yeah? Um, Kaminari right?"

"Yup!" He pulled over two other figures, a purple haired boy from the bus ride and the red head you raced against. "You know Mineta, and this guy right here is Kirishima." His arm hung over their shoulders, a little awkwardly she would admit, and his thumb pointed to the sharper tooth kid.

"Nice to meet you guys." Small, slightly shaky, hands reentered her locker code. "Uh, I'm glad we all made it? Mr. Aizawa seems pretty... intense?"

"Oh, geez. Tell me about it! I thought I was going to fail!" Kaminari yelped, planting his palm on his forehead. "There wasn't even anything I could use my quirk on!"

Kirishima sighed. "Me too, hardening isn't exactly good for stretching." He joked.

"Hardening? That's your quirk?" Aiko asked, the smaller, purple haired student shuffling from side to side anxiously.

"Yup," He raises his arms and flexed them, the once soft flesh changing into hardened, jagged pieces. Like rock. "It makes it harder to move."

"I can harden too-." Burst Mineta, though he was quickly interrupted by Kaminari.

"I can manipulate electricity, I can't use too much of it though, fries my brain." He swatted his hand in the air. "Hopefully later on I can really show off my skills!"

"Do you want to know what my quirk is?" Aggressively, Mineta tried to butt his way past the other two boys. "My balls-."

"So what's your quirk? I didn't see you use it either."

"Oh, it's called pause." Aiko began, doing her best to unite Mineta. "I can freeze—pause objects in time. It gives me bad headaches though." She tapped her temple and shifted her gaze across from her locker, still grabbing the few things left in there. Across form her, Iida waved goodbye with a small smile. She returned the action before turning back to the boy's. "It wouldn't have helped me."

"So," started Kaminari, but replaced his interest with the skates in her hands. "Oh! You skate?"

"Oh yeah, my transportation." The white haired girl waved them in the air before putting them on. "Sorry, but I have to go. Mr. Takahashi wants me to get some food on the way back home."

"Mr. Takahashi? Your dad?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah... my dad." Aiko realized how weird that might sound, after all she used to say mom and dad. "Anyway, I'll see you guys tomorrow!" She smiled and dashed off and away from the situation. "Bye!"

Her hair brushed past her shoulder, and everything else became a blur. Warm air tickled her nose and played with her school uniform. This was freedom, this was relaxation. No matter what happened, no matter who yelled or hurt her before, skating around the city was always relaxing. Always a way to clear her mind of any worries.

After a day like this, she needed it. After all, Komori and Aizawa scared her beyond believe today. Taking a detour wouldn't end the world.

#aiko takahashi #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha oc #my hero academia #mha #bnha #iida tenya #bokugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #komori suzuki #I hate Mineta just sayin

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sandersidess · 5 years ago

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Virgil randomly turns into a toddler one day because he's so stressed and toddlers arent stressed

Deceit looked down in his arms, sighing in relief as Virgil finally fell asleep. It was a surprise to all when they found a baby in Virgil’s room, his hoodie covering him up. They soon saw it was Virgil himself, mostly from the eyes and the way he seemed to cling onto his hoodie. None of the light sides knew what to do as Virgil wouldn’t stop crying.

Logan tried talking to him, Roman tried telling him stories, even Patton tried to calming him down. Nothing would work. They soon called in Deceit and Remus to help out, and before they knew it, Virgil was holding his arms out for Deceit.

Deceit had taken him, shocked that Virgil did it again. The others were confused as to why Virgil was a baby, the blame about to be turned in Roman.

“He does this when he’s stressed,” Deceit explains before it can happen, “Something must’ve happened for him to react like this. Since babies don’t have anything to stress about, he does this. He should be back by tomorrow.”

“So what now? We just take care of him?”

“Obviously. We can’t just leave him alone.”

“Movie night?”

“I guess, yeah. Remus, please beha-“

Roman shut up as he saw his brother coo at Virgil and take over on holding him. They watched how Remus talked with Virgil as if nothing, and how the baby would smile and clap it’s tiny hands. Deceit looks over and just shrugs.

“Remus is a natural with baby Virgil. Virgil isn’t very fussy when a baby, just don’t give him broccoli and all is good.”

And that is how they spent their day. Roman conjured up baby toys and a play mat for him, moving everything around with Logan. Patton made baby food with Deceit, listening to his advice on what Virgil liked and didn’t like. Remus made sure to entertain Virgil as they prepared everything, setting him down once it was ready. A Disney movie was set in the background for noise, which caught Virgil’s attention and was clapping along to the songs.

“Food is ready!”

If someone told either of the sides that they would all come together because Virgil turned into a baby, they would’ve laughed. But now, they were together, watching a movie as Patton fed Virgil. Virgil just looked at everyone and smiles, playing with his toys. Night soon came around and Logan sees Virgil struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Maybe it’s time for him to sleep,” Logan speaks up as he picks up Virgil slowly, laying his head on his shoulder but Virgil got fussy.

“I’ll take over,” Deceit says and stands up, taking Virgil from Logan and laid him in his arm. “I’ll lay him in his bed, and don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Deceit hums as he walks upstairs and walks into Virgil’s room, seeing it for the first time. Sure, he saw how the living room was, but never his bedroom. He chuckles at the many posters and how he kept up the purple and black aesthetic. He looks down at Virgil and sees him yawning and whining.

“Calm down,” He chuckles and shakes his head, “You’re really a fussy baby. I’m still surprised you wanted to be with me.”

He sits down on Virgil’s bed and gently rocks him in his arms and sighs. He closes his eyes and keeps rocking Virgil, hoping he would sleep quickly. Of course, as soon as he opened an eye to see, Virgil was still awake.

“Of course you want a lullaby or song,” Deceit sighs and tries to think of one, humming and then nodded once he had one in mind.

“Lavender's blue, dilly dilly/Lavender's green/When you are king, dilly dilly/I shall be queen//Who told you so, dilly dilly/Who told you so?/'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly/That told me so,” Deceit sings to him smoothly, stroking his cheek in small circles with his thumb. He stands up and slowly paces around with him, “Call up your friends, dilly, dilly/Set them to work/Some to the plough, dilly dilly/Some to the fork//Some to the hay, dilly dilly/Some to thresh corn/Whilst you and I, dilly dilly/Keep ourselves warm,” Deceit watches him yawn and closes his eyes, making him smile fondly at the sight,

“Lavender's green, dilly dilly/Lavender's blue/When you are king, dilly dilly/I shall be queen,” He lowers his voice into a whisper as he moves to lay Virgil in the middle of the bed, being slow and gentle, “Who told you so, dilly dilly/Who told you so?/'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly/That told me so.”

He looks down at Virgil as he sleeps, pressing a small kiss on his forehead. He was happy, inside, to have been able to care for Virgil at least once more. He turns on the night light, placing two pillows at his sides, walking towards the door. He looks back once more, turning off the main light.

“Goodnight, Virgil. Rest well,” He whispers, shutting the door behind him.

#writing prompt #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #symapthetic deceit #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanders #my writing

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ohemgeeitscoley · 4 years ago

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered (3/6)

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Rey/Ben Solo (Reylo)

Note: I am truly hoping that if you are reading this, you are enjoying this. I have had so much fun writing this story.

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The next morning Ben is surprised when he sees Snoke walking across the lobby and he looks… almost happy? His steps are less heavy than usual and there's an almost air of satisfaction that is coming off of him that is contagious.

"Good morning, sir," Ben says while he stands from his desk. "Your three o'clock got pushed back to four, so I was able to get you into the massage place you mentioned at 2."

Snoke smiles. An honest to God smile. Ben tries to keep his face from showing his shock as he tries to figure out if he's ever seen Snoke smile before. It's a little off putting.

"That's great." Snoke responds. The smile is gone from his face, but he almost sounds appreciative. "You should sit in on the four. We are covering some materials that'll be important for you to have a concept of once you move on."

Ben stares at him, and despite his best efforts he's not sure that his mouth doesn't open just a little bit at what Snoke is offering. This is everything Ben has been waiting for. A step toward the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Of course." Ben gives a quick nod at the end of his sentence.

"Would you mind running down the street and grabbing me some lunch and some coffee?" Snoke walks past Ben's desk, pausing just before he goes into his office and adds, "Please."

Ben turns around to look at Snoke, blinking a few times before answering. "Of course, sir. I'll go now."

Ben smiles to himself as he heads toward the elevator. He hesitates with his finger hovering just over the down button, before he moves his hand up to press the up button instead.

He almost hates the smug smile on Rey's face he can perfectly imagine when he tells her that her plan worked.

Almost.

***

Rey hums along with the song playing softly in the background. Amilyn's calendar is surprisingly blank, besides an early morning meeting that she has already finished. Rey's already placed an order for her lunch to be delivered at 11:45 am exactly. Amilyn smiled at Rey when Rey let her know.

Amilyn brought up Snoke and went on and on about him when she first got to work. It is amazing. The way Amilyn can't stop smiling. Her happiness appears to be giving her an energetic boost as she goes from office to office and checking on everyone's projects.

Rey is working on a layout for a proposal for an environment company. It's easy enough work and much better than taking notes during a meeting, or running around trying to keep up with Amilyn's fitness instructor's new goals. She's even had time to read through a few articles that a few old friends from college had sent her over the last few months.

It was nice. Even if it reminds Rey that she hasn't written anything since college.

"I was right," Ben's voice surprises Rey as she looks over at him from her computer.

Ben looks far too smug and happy, placing his elbows down against her desk as he bends down.

"You were right about what?" Rey asks, turning her head to the side and taking him in. "The decision to wear that tie with that jacket? Cause," Rey makes a tsking sound, "I'm not so sure about that."

She's lying. The black suit Ben is wearing looks pretty amazing with the dark navy tie. It's a little unfair actually, how good Ben manages to look every time she sees him.

His eyes narrow and the glare with the small pout is utterly endearing and adorable. Maybe Kaydel has a point. Maybe there's more than a chance she has feelings for him.

Not that she needs to be thinking about that now. Or ever.

"Tell me what you were right about? I can't imagine that happens often," Rey teases, saving the document she's working on before closing out of it. "Did the lemon electricity science project get first place?"

"The science fair isn't for another few weeks. I actually still need to start the poster boards for it," Ben shakes his head. "This conversation is not going how I planned."

Rey grins. "You planned the conversation?"

"Did you get an extra ounce of feisty in your coffee this morning?" Ben's lips twist up in half a smile. "Or do you just enjoy messing with me?"

"Maybe a little bit of both." Rey shrugs. "So, tell me what you were right about."

"The plan worked." Ben stands back up, stretching his arms over his head. "Snoke asked me to go get him coffee. And he said please, Rey. Please. I didn't know Snoke was aware that the word please even existed."

"That's so great, Ben." Rey grins. "However, I'm a little unclear on how you were right in this situation. If I remember correctly, you had a bad feeling about this. So I think the words you are looking for might be more along the lines of 'you were right, Rey, and I'll never doubt your supreme intelligence ever again.'"

Ben rolls his eyes, chuckling. "Want to take a break and go get the coffee with me? I'd love the company."

Rey nods, standing from her chair. "That sounds perfect. I stayed up way too late with Kay last night looking at venues for her engagement party."

They start walking toward the elevator, Rey smiles at the receptionist by the front entrance to the office and lets her know that she is taking a quick break, but to call her if Amilyn needs anything.

Not that Rey thinks she will. She can see Amilyn leaning over one of the graphic designer's shoulders, staring intently on whatever is on the screen.

Rey could get used to days like this.

The sun is bright and high in the sky. Rey stills for a moment, tilting her head up and letting the warmth settle over her. There's a light breeze, but it feels nice.

Rey feels Ben's hand brush against hers, pulling her out of her haze. She opens her eyes and looks at him, a blush spreading over her face as he toys with her fingers with his. Finally, he grabs onto her hand.

“C’mon,” Ben says, tugging on her hand. “Snoke’s going to wonder what is taking me so long if we don’t get going.”

“Right,” Rey laughs nervously, falling into step behind him. “Don’t want to ruin the first good mood you’ve ever seen.”

They spend the rest of the walk in relative silence. Ben doesn’t let go of Rey’s hand. Rey doesn’t try to pull away either. His hand is warm and she enjoys the way the warmth seeps into her skin.

He still doesn't let go of her hand when they walk into the coffee shop. Or when they are standing in line. Ben rattles off Snoke's order and his own with ease. He squeezes her hand when he adds her own tea order at the end.

Something inside of her flutters as she listens to him order her favorite drink. She's not sure if it's because they've been spending so much time together trying to come up with a plan that would work, or if it's because he is paying attention to her. But she likes the way it makes her feel.

The longer she holds his hand, the more she smiles. It's getting harder for her to deny that maybe Kaydel is right. Which is not great.

Kaydel is the most insufferable when she is right.

Ben lets go of her hand to go grab the drinks from the counter after his name is called. He holds out her cup when he walks back over for her to take. Rey takes a small sip, savoring the taste and the warmth of the drink.

Rey tries not to think about how much she misses the feeling of his hand on the way back.

***

It’s just past five and Ben is already at his apartment, looking through the cabinets to see what seasoning he has available to him. He isn’t sure the last time he was home early enough to actually make dinner. It feels nice, moving around the kitchen and seasoning chicken and making something.

The door opens and Poe walks in, he stares at Ben, his mouth opening and closing a few times. Poe tilts his head to the side, and walks back out the door, closing it behind him. Ben blinks, wondering what the fuck Poe is doing when the door opens back up, and Poe walks back in.

“You realize that it isn’t even six and you are home right?” Poe asks, closing the door.

“Yes, I am aware of that.” Ben laughs, sprinkling some thyme over the chicken on the stove. “Snoke left the office early, so I took off.”

“Snoke left early?” Poe asks in disbelief. “Again? What is going on?”

Ben flips the chicken, seasoning the other side. “Rey and I may have come up with a plan to guarantee some extra free time. And it appears to be working.”

“Rey?” Poe walks into the kitchen, leaning against the counter behind Ben. “The girl whose dinner you stole?”

Ben rolls his eyes. “I didn’t steal her dinner. I paid for the dinner. I was like a knight in shining armor if you really think about it.”

“No,” Poe responds, shaking his head. “You were definitely not the good guy in that story. You literally asked her to pay you back with interest. I’m surprised she ever talked to you again.”

“Yeah,” Ben concedes. “I am too.”

Ben puts a lid over the pan with the chicken and walks to the refrigerator to pull out the broccoli to start steaming it. “Anyways,” he says as he starts to season the vegetable, “She came up with this plan to get our bosses together. We figured if they were busy with each other, we’d be able to have more time out of the office.”

“Wait,” Poe stops him, holding his hand up in the air. “You guys set your bosses up?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” Poe blinks a few times, dropping his hand back down. “I guess I didn’t see that coming. Okay. Continue.”

“I mean, there isn’t much more to the story. The first attempt… was bad. The second one worked. And so far it has led to me having time to go out for drinks with Rey, spend some time with my parents, and make my roommate dinner.”

Ben shrugs, tossing the broccoli into the steamer. “Not so bad, really.”

“You are the worst story teller,” Poe complains. “I feel like you are leaving out some juicy details with that four second retelling.”

“There’s not much to tell. We got them to kiss on the kiss cam at a Yankees’ game and they hit it off.”

“You went out for drinks with Rey?” Poe asks, raising his eyebrows. “When’s the last time you went out for drinks with a girl?”

Ben ignores Poe’s question. “Rey thinks we probably need to keep tabs on Snoke and Amilyn, her boss, to make sure things stay good between them. That seems weird to me though? I mean, we got them talking, shouldn’t we let them take it over from here?”

“Absolutely not,” Poe quickly answers. “Listen to Rey. She sounds much, much smarter than you. Speaking of which, tell me more about how you went out for drinks with her and explain why you keep blushing whenever I say her name.”

Ben sighs. “You’re worse than my mom, Poe, and that is really saying something.”

“You know I take being in the company of Leia Organa-Solo to be a compliment,” Poe reminds Ben. “Now tell me about Rey before I call your mom to get the details from her.”

Ben goes back to cooking, flipping the chicken around and checking the temperature. “Dinner’s almost done.”

“Great,” Poe moves toward the fridge and grabs two beers before walking over to the small dining room table that barely fits in the apartment. “You can tell me all about Rey while we eat.”

Ben shakes his head, turning the burner off. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” Poe asks, moving around Ben to grab plates and silverware. “You’re pretty dense when it comes to these things.”

“Why am I friends with you?”

Poe laughs, slapping Ben on his shoulder. “Because I put up with your bullshit and bad attitude.”

“Ah,” Ben answers, with a quick nod. “That is probably true.”

They don’t say anything for a few minutes, while Ben finishes the food and piles it onto the plates that Poe left on the counter for him.

Ben waits for Poe to ask more questions, or really to say anything as they start eating. Poe, however, is frustratingly silent as he just looks at Ben and waits for him to start talking.

“Rey is…” Ben finally begins, pausing as he tries to think of the words to describe Rey. “She’s great. Actually. She’s smart and fun. She has this whole personality that is just… I don’t know. I like her.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Poe laughs, his smile wide as he looks at Ben. “Does she know that?”

“Maybe?” Ben answers with a shrug. “It’s a weird situation. We are working together to get our bosses to let us have more free time. Neither of us really have time for anything more. You know that’s why I don’t date. I need to focus on being a good assistant so Snoke will recommend me for a higher position.”

“I hate when you do that,” Poe scoffs. “Act like Snoke is the be all and end all to you going somewhere in your life. You know that’s not the case. I know that’s not the case. So don’t even go there with me.”

Ben uses his fork to move some broccoli around on his plate. He does know exactly how Poe feels about him refusing to use his family and their connections in his work life. It’s been a fairly sore spot in their friendship.

It’s definitely not an argument he wants to have now, not when this is the first time he’s had time to hang out with Poe that wasn’t at 2 am when they both should be sleeping.

“What about you?” Ben asks, changing the subject. “How’s your dating life lately? I feel like I’ve seen the same guy sneaking out of here a few times in the last few weeks.”

“Finn.” Poe says, a small smile on his face. “His name is Finn. We’ve been seeing each other a little while now.”

“How long is a little while?”

“Two months,” Poe answers, looking down at his plate. “We’ve been seeing each other for two months.”

“That’s like… a record for you?” Ben teases, enjoying the way Poe blushes and rolls his eyes in response. “You must really like him.”

“I do.” Poe’s smile grows as he shakes his head. “I really do.”

“You should have him over,” Ben says. “At a normal time. I’d love to meet him.”

“Sure,” Poe agrees. “Let me know when Rey is free. We can have them both over.”

Ben glares at Poe. “I hate you.”

Poe lifts his hands up to hold over his heart, his face twisting in fake hurt. “That stings, Ben, it really does.”

“Shut up,” Ben tosses a napkin at Poe, laughing as it bounces off of him.

“I’m serious though,” Poe says after a moment. “Bring Rey around. I’d like to meet her.”

“Mom wants me to bring her to her birthday lunch.”

“I think that’s a terrific idea.”

“Of course you do,” Ben stands up, grabbing his plate and Poe’s and takes them over to the sink. “I’ll think about it.

***

“Rey!” Amilyn yells from her desk.

Rey looks up from her computer to see Amilyn slamming her office phone back down onto the receiver. “My phone isn’t working.”

Rey squints, picking up her phone and pressing the button for Amilyn’s extension. She can hear the beep in Amilyn’s office as it connects them.

“The phone seems to be working fine, Ami--”

“It isn’t working, Rey.” Amilyn interrupts her, and Rey can see how irritated she is when she stands up from her desk and starts pacing around her desk.

“Right,” Rey answers, trying to figure out what is going on. “I’ll figure it out.”

“You better,” Amilyn responds, throwing her hands up. “I’m going to my meeting, I want my phone working by the time I get back.”

Rey watches as Amilyn leaves her office and heads to the elevator. Rey waits a moment before getting up from her desk and going into Amilyn’s office. She lifts up the phone and, sure enough, there is a dial tone and everything seems to be fine.

Rey isn’t sure why Amilyn is freaking out about her phone… unless.

Of course.

It’s been about three days since the game. Amilyn hasn’t said anything else about Snoke. She’s waiting for him to call her. And he hasn’t.

This is exactly why Rey had told Ben that they couldn’t leave it up to Amilyn and Snoke to do things by themselves. They needed assistance. If they were good at nurturing relationships and taking the time away from work to do so, neither she or Ben would likely be in the positions they are in.

Rey goes back to her desk, grabs her cell phone and calls Ben.

“Houston, we have a problem,” Rey says when Ben answers his phone. “Snoke hasn’t called Amilyn and she is losing her shit.”

“Why doesn’t she just call him?” Ben asks.

Rey rolls her eyes, impatiently tapping her fingers against her desk.

“Because she’s busy running one of the best media firms in all of New York?” Rey answers, cringing slightly at how defensive she sounds.

“You say that as if Snoke isn’t just as busy with his company?” Ben responds. “Just have Amilyn call him.”

“He needs to call her,” Rey starts to explain. “As old school as it may be, I think Amilyn wants him to call her first. To be the one reaching out first and expressing his continued interest in her.”

“Okay,” Ben sighs, and Rey can perfectly envision the way he would look as he tries to come up with a plan. “We can make this work. Just, I’ll get Snoke on hold, and you get Amilyn on hold, and we can just make them think that the other one initiated the call.”

“That’s… that’s a good plan actually,” Rey smiles to herself. “About time you contribute something more than negativity to this situation.”

“When works for Amilyn for the call?” Ben asks.

Rey pulls up her schedule. “She’s just going into a meeting. But she could do a call at 2, or at 4. Maybe 7, but I’d like to get a call in earlier than later.”

“Snoke can do 2. I’ll place the call to you then.”

“Perfect,” Rey claps her hands together. “And send flowers. Make it seem like Snoke is really putting in some effort here. Amilyn loves gardenias. Nothing too showy.”

“Fine,” Ben answers. “Anything else?”

“Yeah,” Rey says quickly and with a little bit more sarcasm than she intends. “Next time I say something really smart like let’s not leave the next steps up to our bosses, maybe listen to me.”

Ben huffs and Rey grins at the sound. Teasing Ben is a little too fun.

***

The phone call works great. Ben’s actually a little more than just pleased with how well his plan works. Snoke got a much needed ego boost by thinking that Amilyn reached out first and, according to Rey, Amilyn loved the flowers and the fact that Snoke called her first.

Rey was right, not that Ben is planning on letting her know that, they are going to have to continue intervening and making sure that Amilyn and Snoke stay on the same page.

The phone call works well enough that Snoke and Amilyn agree to dinner. Rey offers to make reservations at Amilyn’s favorite restaurant. Ben tells Snoke the name so he can suggest it to Amilyn as the place to go. It’s an easy process to follow and Ben can easily picture how it’s going to work in the future. As long as he and Rey keep talking and making the plans for them, it’s hard to imagine that they’ll run into too many hiccups. Besides, any issues that do arise, they’ll be the first to hear about them and will be able to course correct and get things on the right path again.

There’s also the added benefit that for all of this to work, Ben is going to have to keep seeing and talking to Rey.

Snoke tells Ben that he can head out for the night when he leaves for dinner. Ben texts Rey, rolling his eyes as she responds with a bunch of emojis and he can’t quite decipher what exactly they are all supposed to indicate. He understands enough to believe that she is also off of work.

He debates calling her, asking her if she wants to go out. So that they can plan how things should proceed from here. Rey beats him to it though, stepping out of the elevator just before he is about to call.

“I know this was all my idea,” Rey starts, her voice loud, as she walks over to her desk, “But I’m not going to lie, I’m a little surprised at how well this is working.”

“I’m a little surprised that you are admitting that,” Ben teases, standing up and meeting Rey in the middle of the room. “Doesn’t quite fit the always right persona of yours.”

“You hardly know me, Ben Solo,” Rey shrugs. There’s a small smile on her face and her eyes are bright and Ben is trying not to be distracted by how pretty she looks. “I am very capable of admitting when I’m wrong. It just doesn’t happen very often.”

Ben laughs, shaking his head. “I was thinking we should grab dinner?”

It sounds like he’s asking her out on a date, he realizes after he asks the question. Rey’s eyes widen a bit, and Ben can’t quite tell if they widen in a good way or a bad way. And he probably shouldn’t have stopped talking after asking her, and gone on to explain that he thinks it’d be a good idea for them to come up with a game plan for the next few weeks and what the plan is going to look like between them to keep things going smoothly between Snoke and Amilyn.

He can feel the words on the tip of his tongue about to spill out in an embarrassing fashion to cover up the original intent of his question, when finally, Rey answers.

“Yeah,” Rey nods, smiling at him. “I’d love to get dinner with you.”

***

It is almost unsettling to Rey how easy she finds being around Ben and opening up to him. It’s nice, eating dinner with him and teasing him as he opens up about his family and how he teases her about the stress of planning Kaydel’s engagement party.

She tells him about her childhood and what it was like in foster care and how she spent most of college in the library trying to keep her grades up for her scholarship, or at her different jobs to pay for what her scholarship didn’t cover.

She likes the way he listens, he doesn’t interrupt and he asks just the right amount of questions to keep her talking and the conversation somehow doesn’t lag between them at all. But even when they are silent, when they are more focused on eating, it’s comfortable. Rey doesn’t feel like she needs to fill the silence to keep him interested in her.

She thinks that maybe this is a date.

She likes the idea of it being a date.

“So Kaydel’s engagement party is the same day as my mom’s birthday lunch,” Ben says as he pushes his plate to the side of the table. “Which means we are going to need to guarantee an entire Saturday free from work.”

“And part of Sunday.” Rey adds. “At least for me. I can’t go into work at 8 am on a Sunday with the hangover I know I am going to have that morning.”

Ben laughs. “Okay, so an entire Saturday and half off Sunday. How are we going to do that?”

Rey stirs her drink, tilting her head as she tries to come up with a plan. “There’s no way that both of them will stay away from the office for a whole weekend unless they aren’t actually in the city.’

“So we need to get them out of the city for the weekend.”

Rey nods. “A romantic trip away. We have six weeks before the parties, that’s plenty of time to get them to a romantic trip stage.”

“What are we going to do in the meantime?” Ben wonders. “I was thinking maybe we take turns setting up their dates? And if there are any problems, we should be able to do what we did today again. Just coordinate and figure out the best way to get them back on the same page.”

“Exactly,” Rey agrees, gathering the last bit of food on her plate before setting the empty plate on top of Ben’s. “I think that as long as we keep coordinating what they do, and where they go, and keeping our ears open for any complaints, this is going to work perfectly.”

“Dessert?” The waiter asks as he walks over to their table, holding up a smaller menu. He sets the menu down in front of Rey.

“Always,” Rey answers, grabbing the menu and reading through the options.

“I’ll give you guys a few minutes to look over the options.” He grabs the plates from the edge of the table and walks away.

“What do you think Ben?” Rey asks, as she reads the menu. “Cheesecake? Chocolate mousse cake? Fried ice cream with caramel?”

Ben scrunches his nose. “All of those options sound like more sugar than I have in a week.”

Rey rolls her eyes. “C’mon, live a little with me here. We’ll split something. Then it’s only half the sugar. Besides, maybe a little extra sugar will sweeten you up.”

Ben tilts his head down and Rey can tell that he is trying to hide the blush that is spreading over his face. It pushes his hair away from his ears though, and Rey grins as she can see them redden.

Rey hands him the menu. “I’ll eat pretty much anything. So you pick.”

Ben studies the menu. Rey isn’t shy about watching Ben as he decides what to order. He’s cute when he concentrates, she decides. The way his eyebrows knit together in concentration, as if deciding what dessert to order is actually a big decision that warrants such efforts.

“I’m thinking cheesecake,” Ben finally says, setting the menu down in front of him. “Unless there was something else you really wanted?”

“I like cheesecake,” Rey answers.

“I think it’s sweet that you’re so close to your parents,” Rey says after they order the dessert. “They really seem to care about you.”

“They drive me crazy,” Ben says, shaking his head. “I told them about how we went out the other day after the game, and my mom started playing 20 questions to get more information about you.”

“Kaydel did the same thing with you when we were walking home that night,” Rey laughs. “I’m pretty sure she has probably found out everything about you that is available on the internet since I wasn’t answering her questions thoroughly enough according to her.”

“My mom has probably already called Poe and asked him to do the internet stalking for her,” Ben admits. “Poe had a lot of questions about you too. He already wants to meet you.”

Rey debates telling him about how Kaydel wants her to invite him to the engagement party. It’s six weeks away, asking him now seems like a big step. Especially when she’s still not completely sure what is going on between them.

But he told his parents about her. And his roommate. He holds her hand when they are walking. And she hasn’t been able to get that kiss from the game out of her head.

She decides that it’s worth the risk to at least bring it up.

“Kaydel wants me to bring you to the engagement party,” Rey says, taking a drink as she waits for Ben to respond.

He chuckles.

Which isn’t exactly the reaction Rey was hoping for, if she’s being honest with herself.

She tries to keep the disappointment off of her face.

“Don’t worry,” Rey starts, quickly trying to get gloss over the conversation. “I told her you’d probably be too busy, since it’s your mom’s birthday and everything.”

It annoys Rey how Ben seems to pick up on her discomfort, he places his hand over hers on the table.

“I’m only laughing because my mom wants you to go to go with me to her lunch,” Ben smiles reassuringly at her. “I’m pretty sure if Poe did a good enough job on his internet stalking that you’ll probably get your own invitation email soon. My mom really doesn’t understand boundaries. Almost ever.”

“I’d love to go,” Rey says hopefully. “If you’d like me to that is?”

“I would.” Ben’s grin is large and contagious. Rey holds his stare and her smile grows the longer they look at each other. “I’d love to go with you to Kaydel’s engagement party too. As long as you want me to?”

“I do,” Rey bites her bottom lip and finally looks away from Ben for a second. “It’s a date.”

***

The next few weeks pass quickly. Ben meets Rey every morning for coffee and they go over how things are going with Amilyn and Snoke. They decide early on to alternate who plans their next date, that way they are both contributing and making sure that they are choosing things that will make both Amilyn and Snoke happy.

It’s easily the best five weeks Ben has experienced in the time he has worked for Snoke. He gets off most days at a reasonable time. Snoke yells less and is just, in general, less of an asshole.

Then there’s the fact that he sees Rey every day. They get coffee. Ben brings Rey lunch when she mentions that Amilyn has her working lunch meetings for a week. She tells him about the different things she and Kaydel have planned for the engagement party, and how Kaydel has already sent Rey dresses to look at for the wedding.

Rey sends some of them to Ben. Rey complains about a few, and how she’s pretty sure Kaydel is joking and sending her some of the ugliest dresses possible. Ben tells her that he has a hard time believing she could look bad in anything.

Ben tries to keep his hope down that maybe Rey will ask if he wants to go to the wedding with her. He hopes she does.

At some point, Ben knows that he needs to ask Rey what exactly they are doing. Neither of them bring it up. But Ben knows that they are working toward something and that they probably should talk about what it is exactly.

He’s thinking about doing it today. He and Rey are supposed to go to dinner since they scheduled Amilyn and Snoke to go to a play last week.

Then they have a few days that are going to consist of long hours and hard work because Snoke and Amilyn are going to be gone from Friday to Monday. Ben still can’t fully believe that it is really happening. It’s the longest amount of time either of them have had off.

Ben isn’t prepared for the mess that he walks into when he gets to the office. He can see the receptionist packing her things into a box, tears streaming down her face. Ben is about to ask her what happened when he can hear Snoke yelling across the office, he can’t quite make out the words, but it is clear that he is not happy. Ben hurries to Snoke’s office, he pauses by his desk when he sees Snoke’s son’s science project in pieces and scattered across the floor.

Fuck.

Ben doesn’t knock on the door, he knows that Snoke wouldn’t be able to hear him over his own voice.

Ben tries not to flinch at the sound of a chair hitting the window.

“Where the fuck have you been,” Snoke asks, turning from the window to glare at Ben. “I’ve been here for over an hour and you’ve just been what, taking a leisurely stroll through the city?”

Ben debates pointing out that Snoke had said last night that he wouldn’t be in until at least ten, and that it’s only eight now, but then Snoke picks the chair up and tosses it at the window again.

He decides to start by apologizing instead.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” Ben knows he needs to figure out what is going on so he can try to problem solve how to get Snoke to calm down. “I had you scheduled out since you had dinner with Amilyn--”

“Yeah,” Snoke interrupts with a huff. “I had dinner with Amilyn last night and she tried to make a complete fool out of me.”

Ben tries to keep from panicking. This cannot happen. Amilyn and Snoke’s relationship cannot implode three days before the weekend he and Rey need off.

The universe can’t be that cruel.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean--”

“Are you trying to tell me I am wrong?” Snoke’s stare is hard and cold and Ben wishes he could be anywhere but here.

“Of course not.” Ben answers without missing a beat. “I would never do that.”

“Damn straight,” Snoke mutters under his breath. “This is probably for the best anyway. I’ve been spending too much time away from work. It’ll be good to get refocused. I’m going to start making some calls. You’ll need to come in this weekend.”

“Absolutely,” Ben says, rubbing his lips together. “I’ll let everyone else know.”

Ben walks out of Snoke’s office, carefully shutting the door before quickly making his way to his desk and calling Rey.

“Code red,” Ben says in a panic as soon as Rey answers her phone, not bothering with any greeting, hoping that she understands the urgency from the tone of his voice. “Code red. Code shit.”

***

Rey pulls her phone away from her ear as Ben keeps yelling out the same two words, a variation of either code red or code shit. She’s not sure what is going on, but it clearly is not good. She presses her phone back to her ear and tilts her head to hold it against her shoulder as she picks up the pile of mail that is in the mail room and walks to the elevator.

“What are you talking about, Ben?” She asks while pressing the button to call the elevator a few times. “What happened?”

“I got to work and Snoke was already here.” Ben sounds a little breathless in his response. “He threw his chair at the window twice, Rey. He said Amilyn made a fool out of him last night. What happened?”

Rey steps into the elevator and her stomach flutters with nerves. “I don’t know. I haven't been in the office yet, I’m on my way up now.”

Bem doesn’t say anything else and the silence does nothing to quell Rey’s growing anxiety as the elevator slowly goes up. There’s a small ding when the elevator gets to her floor.

“He cancelled this weekend,” Ben blurts out when Rey steps off the elevator. Rey falters, her closing for just a second. She drops the mail off at the front desk and gives the man behind the desk a small smile before walking away.

“What do you mean he cancelled the weekend?” Rey panics. “He cannot cancel this weekend.”

“We have to figure out what happened last night and fix it.” Ben says, ignoring Rey’s question.

“Where did they go?” Rey sets her coffee down on her desk and turns on her computer. “It was your turn to set up the date.”

“No it wasn’t,” Ben argues, his tone defensive and grating. “It was yours.”

Rey sits down, tilting her head back against her chair as she shuts her eyes. Ben didn’t plan the date. Which means that Snoke or Amilyn made the plans by themselves.

“It was absolutely your turn, Ben,” Rey sighs, rubbing her finger into her temple. “I did sushi on Tuesday. I can’t believe you forgot.”

“Fuck,” Ben mutters apologetically, “I forgot.”

Rey can hear Snoke yelling in the background and she winces. This is not good. This is absolutely not good.

“How are we going to fix--”

“Rey!” Amilyn’s voice is clear and deadly as it sounds across the office.

Rey sits up straight, opening her eyes and watching as Amilyn storms across the hall over to her desk.

She hangs up on Ben, placing her phone down on her desk and quickly standing up.

“Change in plans,” Amilyn barks out when she gets closer to Rey, she doesn’t bother stopping, but Rey follows her toward her office. “I won’t be leaving town this weekend. I think it’s the perfect time to pull together the layout and design for Empire’s new website. You’ll need to start figuring out the scheduling. I want it all sorted by the time I get back from yoga.”

“Absolutely,” Rey nods, hovering in the doorway of Amilyn’s office. “Did something happen? I know you were really looking forward to this weekend.”

The glare Amilyn gives Rey sends chills down Rey’s spine.

“I am not talking about this with you,” Amilyn says coldly. “Now go do your job.”

Rey sucks in a sharp breath while taking a step back and letting the door close as she turns around.

Fucked.

They are completely and totally fucked.

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the-sympathetic-villain · 5 years ago

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Confrontation

Pairings: Platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Angst, Anger, Mentions of Unhealthy Relationships, Hurt/Comfort

Word count: ~3,700 AO3

Description: Following the Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts video, Virgil is upset because Thomas now knows he used to be a dark side. Things take a turn because Patton has a confession to make.

Note: This is my first fanfic. Hope you enjoy!

Patton hesitantly climbed the stairs leading up to Virgil’s room, his muscles tensed with anticipation. He paused at the top of the stairs, idly shifting his feet. Nervously, he considered whether he should continue forward at all. He'd already caused one problem. The last thing he wanted to do was make things worse.

No, Patton thought resolutely. Virgil deserves better than that. He deserves an explanation. He deserves an apology.

Patton sighed, leaning against the wall in the hallway, taking in the unnatural silence that filled the halls of the mindscape. No sounds of Logan clicking away on his laptop or Roman's excited voice would fill the halls tonight. Thomas’ most recent video had left them all shaken. They didn’t want to admit it, Remus' grand introduction had unsettled them all.

They’d done their best to hide their emotions from Thomas so he could actually rest tonight but the façade had dropped once they'd gotten home. Without pause, Roman and Logan had gone straight to their rooms, leaving Patton alone in the empty kitchen. He'd assumed they needed space to decompress from today’s events and he let them be, but he worried all the same. It wasn't normal for them to disappear into their rooms without saying anything. Exhausted, he'd almost left to do the same but he never got the chance.

Virgil had come home last, brushing past him in the kitchen. Patton thought he saw tears in Virgil’s eyes as he'd sulked past Patton quickly, not even glancing behind him as he'd ran up to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Patton sighed at the memory, wishing he'd known what had caused Virgil’s distress sooner. Earlier, concerned about Virgil, Patton had briefly gone back to visit Thomas, trying to figure out what had upset their shadowy friend. Unfortunately, it had taken a while for Thomas to explain exactly what had happened. His heart ached for his friend. He hated to think that Virgil had been festering in his own misery for so long already.

Because I was one of them.

Guilt washed over him as he remembered what Thomas had told him about his conversation with Virgil. Anxiously glancing down the hallway, he slowly moved past the other rooms, pausing briefly outside of Virgil’s purple door, heart pounding in his chest. He knocked loudly.

“Kiddo? Can we talk for a minute?” Patton called, listening quietly through the door for a response. A minute passed and Patton raised his hand to knock again, but before his hand struck the door, he heard Virgil’s tired voice call back.

“Not now, Pat.”

Patton sighed sympathetically. “I don't think this can wait, kiddo. Please, can I come in?”

Virgil was quiet for a long time and Patton felt like he might burst with anticipation.

“Kid—”

“Fine, Pat. Come in.” He heard Virgil grumble from the other side of the door.

He tried to keep up an encouraging smile as he cracked the door open and peeked his head into Virgil’s room but his face dropped as he looked around the room.

His walls weren’t covered in the usual band posters and movie art. The shelves weren't full of his usual dreary knickknacks and spooky décor. Patton barely recognized the room. The dark gray walls were now faded and barren. The plaster was cracked and the only furniture in the space was Virgil’s bed and a lone stool in the middle of the empty room. He could only assume that Virgil had just conjured it up for him.

He looked down at his friend, lying face down into his pillow with his hood up over his head, obscuring his face.

“Jeez, kiddo. You sure know how to make someone feel welcome.” Patton commented offhandedly as he came to sit on the stool.

“You insisted on coming in here, Pat. You don't have to stay. I’m not exactly in the mood to throw you a party.” An edge had started to creep into Virgil’s voice.

“I know. I'm sorry, Virgil. I just can't imagine this space is very comfortable for you either, kiddo.”

“I hadn't cared to notice.”

Patton was quiet, watching the back of Virgil’s hoodie rise and fall as he breathed. Frowning, he took a deep breath.

“Virgil, I went and talked to Thomas.” Patton paused, nervously. “I think it's really brave you decided to tell him.”

“What?!” Virgil suddenly pushed himself up from his bed, spinning around to face Patton, rage in his eyes. “What gives you the right to interfere like that, Patton?”

Patton looked over at Virgil sadly. “Virgil, you were clearly hurting when you came back home tonight. What did you expect me to do?”

“Leave it alone! It's none of your business!” Virgil yelled, standing up and towering over Patton.

Patton looked away guiltily, clenching his hands. He looked down at his nervous friend, suddenly feeling guilty for yelling. Virgil backed away. “I’m sorry, Pat. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just…I just need to handle this on my own. This isn't your problem to worry about, okay?”

“It is though, kiddo.” Patton said, sadly.

“Listen, Padre. I know you have a tough time ignoring people when they’re upset but this one's not your responsibility.” Virgil said gently, itching for the conversation to end. “Go help one of the others, Pat. I'm not the only one who had a rough time today. I'm sure Roman would appreciate some of your famous cream of broccoli soup. His ego's more than a little bruised tonight.”

“Not this time, kiddo. I need to make this right. This is my responsibility.” Patton paused, nervously. “It's my fault.”

Virgil froze, looking down at his friend, tensely. “What does that mean, Pat?”

Patton was quiet, hanging his head in shame.

“What does that mean, Patton?” Virgil asked through gritted teeth.

Patton sighed sadly, not meeting Virgil’s gaze. “You know what it means, Virgil. You’ve figured it out already. It's why you’ve been pushing me away for the last few videos.”

Now, it was Virgil’s turn to stay quiet. He stared at Patton unmoving.

“You never should have had that conversation with Thomas. You didn't choose to be a dark side.” Patton sighed. “I sent you there. To the dark side of the mindscape.”

Virgil glared at him, seemingly too upset to speak.

“I didn't know what I was doing. I… I thought you were hurting Thomas, kiddo.”

“Don't.” Virgil hissed.

“It's not your fault, Virgil.”

“Get. Out.” Virgil said, his voice quivering with rage.

“It's not like that anymore, Virgil. We all know how important you are.”

“So, what?” Virgil spat out, unable to quell his growing anger. “Now that I'm useful, you suddenly have enough space to keep me around?”

“Of course not, Virgil! We all want you around. We love you, kiddo. You're part of our family.” Patton pleaded.

“Yeah, right.” Virgil’s voice quieted to a whisper. “Until you decide I’m not worthy of that anymore.”

“That's never going to happen, Virgil.” Patton stood up and looked over at him sternly. “You will always have a place here."

Virgil spoke softly, almost whispering. “Why me, Pat?”

“What do you mean, kiddo?” Patton asked, moving towards him. Virgil flinched back and Patton stopped, looking sadly at his hurting friend.

“Why am I here on the light side? Why did you let me come back? You’re here, groveling to me but what makes me any different than Remus or Dee?” Virgil crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “I don't see you apologizing to them or letting them into the light commons, even though you must have done the same thing to them as you did to me.”

“There's no difference, kiddo. I need to apologize to them too. They are parts of Thomas, no less important than any other side.”

Virgil was quiet. “Why'd you do it, Pat?”

“I didn't understand what I was doing, Virgil. Please believe that.” Patton pleaded. “I didn't know where I was sending you.”

“Years, Pat. You sent me there for years. I didn't even know why. I just popped over to the dark commons one day with no warning. Do you know what it's like over there?”

“I didn't back then but I do now.” Patton nodded. “I just knew that when something made Thomas uncomfortable, I could just push them away. Repression is a tricky thing."

“I made Thomas that uncomfortable?” Virgil asked, sadly, looking down at the floor.

“I thought you were hurting him, kiddo. You were a lot to handle back then and he couldn't cope with everything you were throwing at him.”

“I didn't just go away, Pat. Pushing me back into the dark parts of the mindscape didn't change the effect I had on Thomas. You just made it so I couldn't reach out to him. By the time l broke through the barrier to work through things with him, the damage had already been done. To him and to me.”

“I know, Virgil.” Patton’s voice was starting to shake. “I’m so sorry. I didn't know.”

“Maybe not then, Pat.” Virgil said dryly. “But you knew long before now and you didn’t say anything. You let me figure it out on my own.”

“I… I was ashamed of what I did. I've wanted to talk to you and apologize but I was afraid.” Patton held his breath. “It's no excuse for not telling you but that's why it took so long.”

Virgil sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and looking at the ground. “Is that why… is that why you were so welcoming of me compared to Logan and Roman? Did you just feel guilty?”

“Virgil, no! Of course not!” Patton put up his hands in denial, sitting down on the stool close to Virgil. He ached to hug his friend but he wasn't sure his affections would be welcome. “I care about you, kiddo. I have from the moment you showed up here. None of that was fake. None of it was done out of guilt or obligation. I love you, kiddo, through and through. I have from the very beginning.”

Virgil hung his head. His face was obscured and his hands were shaking. His voice quivered as he spoke. “What did you come here for Pat? What did you expect to come from this?”

“Nothing, Virgil. I wanted to do it for you. You deserved an explanation and an apology. I forced you out of your home. I let Thomas neglect you for years. I'm so sorry, Virgil. I'd do anything to take it back.” Patton leaned over, resting his elbows in his knees. “I just hope eventually you'll find it in you to forgive me.”

Virgil shifted uncomfortably. “What about Remus and Dee?”

“I'll get there with them too. I want them to come home.” Patton said resolutely.

Virgil looked up at him, tears in his eyes.

Patton's heart pained for his friend. He couldn't bear to hold his friend’s gaze. “It's going to be a challenge to get through to them. They've integrated the idea of darkness into their identity differently than you have. I don't know how to reach them just yet.”

“It’s not that different, Pat.” Virgil looked up at him, tiredly wiping away his tears. “You’re just still afraid of them.”

Patton sighed. “You’re right, kiddo. I'm terrified. I know that every one of us brings something valuable to Thomas but everyone brings a little darkness too. There has to be a balance.”

Virgil bit his lip, looking away from Patton. Patton saw shame in his eyes.

“Hey, kiddo. Don't mishear me. Everyone of us has some darkness, including Logan, Roman and I, kiddo. It's not so black and white anymore. We all have our flaws to work on.” Patton hesitated. He reached out his hand, resting his hand on Virgil’s. Relieved that he didn't immediately pull away, Patton gently squeezed Virgil’s hand. “No one's all light or all dark. It's time to stop putting up these walls between us. We're better together.”

“I want to forgive you, Pat.” Virgil’s voice cracked. “I really do. It’s…just hard. I was lost and alone for so long. It's not easy to just forget that.”

“I know, kiddo. I'm so sorry. That must have been really lonely.”

“It’s worse than that, Pat. Sure, that place is physically dismal and broken down but it had other effects on me. It was an echo chamber of bad thoughts, magnifying every negative feeling and sending it back at me. It sucked.” Virgil sighed. “Being here is such a relief compared to that place. I can breathe. I felt like I couldn't breathe there.” Virgil's breath caught in his throat. “Patton, sometimes I’m really scared you'll send me back.”

“Never, kiddo. I promise. You belong here. You, Dee and Remus all have a place here. Thomas needs you. We need you.”

“Is Thomas even going to want me here after this?” Virgil asked, defeated. “Now that he knows the truth.”

“Of course he does. He was shocked, sure, but that doesn’t change anything. He still loves and cares about you.”

“What if he can’t forgive me?” Virgil’s voice was shaking.

“He knows it’s not your fault, kiddo. He knows you didn't choose to be a dark side.”

“How?” Virgil looked up at him, his expression vacant.

“I told him, kiddo.” Patton smiled, rubbing Virgil’s hand with his thumb. “Just before I came here. It's my fault. It was time for me to take responsibility for it.”

“Thanks, Pat.” Virgil looked shocked. He obviously hadn't been expecting any assistance from Patton. Virgil almost seemed relieved for a moment before his face fell. “But I lied to him, Patton. I could have told him sooner. I don't even know why it took me so long. I should have done it ages ago.”

“You were afraid, Virgil. It's not an easy conversation to have.”

“Still, I should have. He deserved to know.”

“You know it's not the same, right?” Patton squeezed Virgil’s hand gently.

“What?” Virgil looked up at Patton’s sad smile.

“It’s not the same as what I did. You couldn’t have told him until recently. Dee wouldn’t have let you because Thomas wasn’t ready to hear about the other sides yet.” Patton smiled at him reassuringly. “Not to mention, the existence of the others was overwhelming for Thomas at first. Telling him sooner may only have hurt him. You did the best you could, kiddo.”

Virgil was quiet.

“And you still have every right to be upset with me. Your choice not to tell Thomas doesn't make what I did any less wrong.”

Patton looked up in surprise as Virgil’s fingers curled around his hand. Virgil was looking over at him. His brow furrowed in such a way that Patton genuinely couldn't tell if he was concerned or angry. He braced himself for the latter.

“Maybe not, Patton.” Virgil paused, pondering. Anxiety flared in Patton’s chest as he waited for Virgil to speak. “But maybe, it helps me understand better. Every time I thought about telling him, scenarios would rush through my mind. I'd see every way in which Thomas could react badly. The idea of telling Thomas and him rejecting me was nearly unbearable. It's a lot of the reason I put it off.” Virgil paused. “Is that what it was like for you, Pat?”

Patton bit his lip, looking down but nodded reluctantly. Virgil watched him quietly for a moment before letting out a sad sigh.

“I get it. I do, Pat. But why did it take you so long to tell me? Why now?” Virgil asked, exasperated.

“Well, kiddo. Part of it was that I didn't have to go through telling Thomas alone.” He hesitated. “The other reason is that I didn't realize how bad it was for you until today.”

Virgil looked at him, confused. “What? Why today?”

“Because of Remus.” Patton shifted nervously. “Watching… watching Thomas the last few days dealing with Remus’ relentless stream of negativity has been really hard. He was struggling. He hardly slept and he was constantly stressed. And…”

“And what, Pat?” Virgil prompted him softly.

“And it took so little for Thomas to believe he was a bad person…for me to believe he was a bad person. If it weren’t for Logan, things could have gotten really bad today.”

Virgil was quiet, uncomfortably avoiding eye contact with Patton.

“I heard the way he talked to you, kiddo. He acted awfully familiar with you in particular. He seemed to… enjoy making you uncomfortable.” Patton paused. “You seemed scared of him, kiddo.”

“He's… not bad, Pat. He's just not in control of everything he does. Things just happen around him and he just brushes the thoughts off.” Virgil paused, squeezing Patton's hand tightly. “He finds it… entertaining that I fixate on the thoughts and that it bothers me. I know the thoughts don't mean anything but it scares me sometimes. I worry for what it would mean for Thomas if Remus ever truly lost control.”

Patton was quiet, letting Virgil continue to squeeze his hand tightly. “Kiddo, did Dee do that to you too?”

Virgil was nearly crushing Patton’s hand with pressure at this point but Patton sat patiently, letting Virgil vent his emotions.

“Dee… Dee was different. Being around him was less constant stress and unpredictability but it wasn't any better.” Virgil paused. “Dee was more subtle and his moments were further between. Just the occasional offhanded comment intended to knock me down. I wasn't allowed to be too happy. He'd always have something to say about it. Some comment that was either full of venom or sarcastically approving like he does when he's lying. Either way, one comment could send me spiraling for days.”

Patton gently rubbed Virgil’s tense hand with his thumb. “He was gaslighting you, kiddo.”

Virgil nodded reluctantly. “They're not bad, Pat. It wasn't their fault and I was just as bad. We were trapped on the other side together. All of our bad emotions were amplified and we took it out on each other. That place…it made Remus unpredictable. It made Dee manipulative. It made me cruel. We tried to take care of each other but sometimes we only made it worse.”

Patton moved over to the bed next to Virgil. He still held Virgil’s hand, allowing his friend to lean into his shoulder. “Is it tough to be here without them?”

“Sometimes. I know I'm better off here. I'm happier with you guys.” Virgil closed his eyes, leaning deeper into Patton’s shoulder. “But I feel awful about it. I don't deserve to be here any more than either of them.”

“Nobody deserves to be trapped over there, kiddo. We're going to fix that. I really think together we can break down the barrier between our commons and theirs. Everyone can come home.” Patton sighed, leaning his head onto Virgil’s. “Thomas just has to be open to doing it and they have to be too. I'm not sure they’re ready yet but they'll get there. We'll help them, kiddo.”

Virgil was quiet with exhaustion, leaning into Patton's shoulder.

Patton smiled and whispered over to him. “Hey, I know we've covered a lot tonight but I don't want to ignore that you did something really brave tonight. I think the other reason I finally worked up the courage to talk to you tonight was seeing you be brave enough to open up to Thomas like you did.”

“It wasn’t brave, Pat. It was just the right thing to do.” Virgil sighed.

“Logan would tell you that those two concepts are hardly mutually exclusive.” Patton chuckled softly. “You did a brave thing today, kiddo. Don't sell yourself short. I'm just sorry you had to do it in the first place. I'd take it all back if I could.”

“It’s okay, Pat.” Virgil said tiredly.

“It's not okay but I appreciate you trying to be understanding, kiddo.” Patton smiled sadly down at his exhausted friend.

“Pat, stop.” Virgil opened his eyes and sat up off Patton’s shoulder and stared seriously over at him. “I forgive you.”

Patton was quiet, nervously scanning Virgil’s face, but as usual Virgil’s expression was unreadable. “Y-you don't have to, kiddo. You haven’t even had a chance to process everything I've told you. There's no rush for you to do anything tonight.”

Patton stifled a yelp as Virgil suddenly let go of his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I don't need to think about it, Patton. You didn’t mean it and you apologized.” Virgil's voice quieted to a whisper. “Pat, when I came here, you made me feel welcome. You didn't have to but you helped Roman and Logan accept me.”

Virgil’s voice was shaking. Patton didn’t know how to respond so he shyly hugged Virgil back.

“Pat, you helped Thomas accept me. I can't stay mad at you.” Virgil’s breathing was unsteady. Emotions threatened to overtake him.

Patton tightened his arms around Virgil, tears forming in his eyes. “Thanks, kiddo.”

“Anytime, Padre.” Virgil laughed softly. “I'm glad you told me and that it's not hanging over us anymore.”

“Me too. I'm so glad you're here with us, kiddo.” Patton sobbed. “I'm so glad you’re part of our family.”

“There’s no where else I'd rather be, Pat.” Virgil said, leaning back, wiping tears from his face.

Patton released him as he pulled away, smiling tiredly at his friend. He glanced around the room, relieved to see that some of the décor had begun to return around Virgil’s room.

“I'm glad to see you feeling better, kiddo.”

“I am. Thanks for looking in on me, Pat.”

“What do you think, kiddo? Should we try to get this night back on track? Do you want to help me make dinner?” Patton asked, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Roman’s probably not feeling up to it since he was injured this afternoon and Logan will probably forget if someone doesn't interrupt his thinking tonight.”

Virgil smiled. “Sure thing, Padre. I could go for a bit of normalcy tonight.”

“I think everyone could, after today.” Patton paused, channeling his dad voice. “Are you sure you’re okay, kiddo?”

“Sounds good, Pat.” Virgil smiled back, following his eccentric father-figure friend out into the commons. His heart felt light and body felt relaxed. Everything was going to be okay.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts dwit #dwit #ts #ts virgil sanders #ts patton sanders #moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts anxiety #ts morality #villain writes

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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1174

survey by painted-skylines

How often do you use lotion? Eh, almost never. I don’t use a lot of products to begin with.

Do you know anyone in college? What are they studying? I have a lot of friends who are in college since I met them precisely while I was still studying. Most of them are also journalism students; Angela’s taking up architecture.

Do you have a laptop for school? Yeah - I mean, at least I did.

Have you ever in your life had a bunkbed? No. I only ever saw those whenever I had overnight sessions with friends.

Have you ever been to any form of summer camp? Nope, and that wouldn’t have been something my mom would’ve allowed me to attend as a kid. Too unsafe.

Did you hook up with anyone? Like, recently? No. Ever? Also no.

Have you ever hooked up with anyone? Nope.

Do braces make people ugly? No???

Aren't these questions pretty mundane? The last three ones were, but I’m not super annoyed yet.

Are you better at showing love, or professing it? I want to say both. When I love someone, I make sure I remind them through words and actions.

Waffles or pancakes? Waffles. Even though they taste the same, a part of me has always thought they go much better with bacon or fried chicken.

Were you in Girl Scouts when you were a little girl? No, we don’t have that here.

Have you ever been to a church concert? Kinda, I guess. When I was still in Catholic school we’d occasionally have events where we had to sing these worship songs and dance to them and whatever it is they made us do.

Do you have anything signed by a celebrity? I have a signed AJ Lee poster rolled up somewhere in my room.

Name something of yours that holds sentimental value. My CM Punk shirt that I am neeeeeeever going to throw out no matter what happens.

Have you ever been in a cave? Yes, I’ve been to a few. The most memorable one would be the one in Palawan.

What can you see out your bedroom window? I’m not in my bedroom right now, but the view I get if I look out are just the houses behind us, along with a few trees as well as a pathway that separates our house from those on the other side.

Have you ever climbed a rock-wall? No. I would love to.

Wall-E or Eva? I’ve never seen the movie.

Have you ever chased after someone that really wasn't worth it? Yes.

What makes someone worth it, anyway? I dunno; I suppose the meaning changes per person. What’s important to me may not be someone else’s priority.

Would you ever wanna go caving? Sure.

Do you use an eyelash curler? No, I am terrified of those and the idea of accidentally hitting my eyeball D:

You walk in on your bestfriend making out with your ex. What now? Make fun of her for it in the years to come. And also demand why she’s cheating.

Have you ever had a macaron? OMG hahahaha I’m literally eating a whole plate of them right now! I got a cake topped with 12 macarons for my birthday last Wednesday, but I saved all the macarons for tonight so I can have a nice Friday evening. Here’s what my cake looked like, heehee:

Have you ever been on stumbleupon.com? I’ve heard of the site, and I heard a lot of it from like the late 2000s but I never visited.

What about angryalien.com? Never heard of it.

Have you ever actually met anyone named ''Bob''? I don’t think so.

First & middle name together; Robyn Isabelle.

If you had a $50 giftcard for Hallmark, what would you buy there? I’m not too sure what they sell there, so I’ll probably just give it to my mom who’s more likely to find things that she’d want to get.

When you get a box of chocolates, how long does it last? I wanna I guess. I’m not too big on chocolate.

Would you ever visit a nude beach? Once, just to tick it off my life experiences.

Do you remember Veggie Tails? You mean VeggieTales? Sure, but I never watched it.

How many cheap elastic bracelets do you own? Zero.

Do you ever make hemp jewelry? No, I don’t.

Have you ever had feelings for someone, and wished you didn't? Sure, I’ve been through this a few times.

Have you ever witnessed a real fight? Yessss, the one time I saw these two drunk dudes go at each other at BGC last year immediately comes to mind. It went on for like an hour and even the police eventually got involved, but I was just happy to be there watching hahahaha

Do you have any beanbags? What do they look like? Not anymore, but we did use to have a beanbag chair at home.It was a very long time ago so I no longer remember what color it was.

Maybe a LoveSac? What’s that?

What's your favorite kind of cake? Cheesecake.

Have you ever tried any form of tofu? Yes. It’s delicious, especially fried tofu.

Do you like Bloc Party? I don’t know what that is.

Have you ever watched 24? Never did.

Have you heard A Fine Frenzy's new album yet? It's pretty good. I’ve never heard of them.

Have you ever broken up with someone to regret it later? Nope.

What are you eating for dinner tonight? My dad got a little creative and made his own dish that was composed of beef tapa, squidballs, broccoli, and bell pepper. I don’t like tapa though so I only got portions of the last three.

Are you gonna go see fireworks on the 4th? I don’t care for that.

Are you more excited or nervous for school in August? I’m no longer in school.

Do you even go back in August? I did, back in college.

Name every single color you're wearing; (: Red, white, scarlet.

Katt Williams, Russell Brand, David Spade, Adam Sandler, or Dane Cook? None. This survey is so dull...

If you watched American Idol this year; Are you glad Lee won? No, because the runner-up, Crystal, deserved it more. This was also about the time AI started picking guitar-playing white men to win every single season, which was why the show steadily got increasingly boring.

Wasn't Krystal kind of way better? THERE WE GO.

Do you miss Jason Castro, like me? He was nice but nothing exciting.

Well, what are you gonna go do now? Pick a more exciting survey to take.

Wait - Do you like Teddy Geiger? (: No.

Oh, and have you ever flirted with a gay guy you didn't know was gay? :o No.

#survey #surveys

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 5 years ago

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Five Years Time

A/N: I went to Riverside (future birth place of our boy Jim) the other day and got inspired to write something more about his days before Starfleet. So here’s a bunch of random bits and bobs I had laying around all pieced together into one story. If y’all like it, lemme know cuz I got a lot more.

Summary: You and Jim have known each other your whole life, but your relationship hasn’t always been an easy one.

James Tiberius Kirk had been the bane of your existence since he had cheated at a game of freeze tag when you were four. You couldn’t, of course, prove that he had, but you knew what you saw. It was your word against his and he was older and more charismatic than any five-year-old had the right to be. He had the whole playground against you in under ten minutes. Without realizing it, Jim had started a war that was beginning to look like it would out live at least one of you.

“I know it was you!” Jim shouted, dropping his backpack to the ground.

“Know what was me?” you asked in feigned ignorance. You didn’t open your eyes or tilt your head towards him, too occupied with the sunshine of the first warm day all year. Your forearms, resting against the top of the picnic table, propped you up as you leaned your back against it, your face turned skyward.

“Don’t play games with me, (Y/N)! I almost got detention because of that stunt you pulled!”

“And I’m still working off detentions for your stunt last month. All’s fair.” You tried to fight off the smiling attempting to creep onto your face.

“You have no remorse, do you?” he asked.

“For this? No. For this I have nothing but pride and a deep sense of satisfaction.” The smile won, taking over your face.

“You’re a real piece of work, ya know that?”

When you didn’t respond, he slammed his hand down on the table beside your arm. He was angry and he wanted to channel it into something, and you, being the person who usually caused his anger, were his number one choice.

Well, if he wanted a fight, you’d give him one.

You snapped your eyes open, lowering your chin to gare at him. He was leaning over you, but you didn’t react to his closeness.

“I’m a real piece of work?” you repeated. “When you go to the store, your ego has to ride in a separate car. I’d hate to think how unbearable you’d be, if I wasn’t here to knock you down a peg or two. If it’s even possible to be more unbearable than you already are.”

The corner of his mouth twitched up into that stupid smirk that you hated so much. “I really get under your skin, don’t I?”

“Like the tick you are.”

“You wound me,” he said with mocked offence.

You shoved him back so you could stand. “You’re such a jackass.”

“Says the shithead who’s made my life a living hell since kindergarten!” he shot back.

“You brought it on yourself!”

“You’re crazy!” He stepped back and threw both arms out to gesture at you. “I’m looking at a fucking lunatic!”

“If I wasn’t raised right, you’d be looking at me through a black eye!” you told him.

“Take your best shot!” he dared.

Stepping forward, you balled the front of his shirt up in your hand and raised your other hand into a fist. His expression changed, eyes going wide and jaw going slack. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to make good on your threat. If you were being honest, you hadn’t either. You’re body seemed to be making its own decisions, and just as quickly as it had decided to punch him, it change its mind. Instead of your knuckles slamming into the side of his face, your lips slammed into his.

Two Years Later

Jim pushed his broccoli around his plate, only half listening to the lecture he was getting about inappropriate behavior. He looked up ready to defend himself but his jaw clamped shut when he saw you through the window behind his mother. His eyes widened as you pointed up to his window. He gave you a miniscule nod that he hopped only you noticed, before turning his attention back to his mom.

“You’re right.”

Wynonna stopped talking, taken aback. Not once had her son agreed with her about his punishable actions.

“I’m going to go to my room and think really hard about what I did and how I can better myself as an individual.” He slowly got up from his chair and backed out of the room. “And do my homework. My teachers thinking I’m nothing but a delinquent is no reason to let my grades slip. Dinner was delicious. Love you.”

As soon as he was in the hall, he broke into a sprint, racing up the stairs and to his bedroom window. He pushed it open and dropped his hands to the windowsill, preventing you from entering.

“You can’t keep running away here,” he kept his voice low to prevent letting his mother in on your secret rendezvous.

“Where is this negative attitude coming from, Jimathy?” You easily pushed one of his arms aside and crawled through the threshold.

“Your dad hates me,” he said, turning so he was still facing you as you moved into the room.

“He does not hate you. He says you're gifted.” You shrugged your backpack off onto the bed.

It was true. Less than an hour ago you had been forced to listen to yet another rant from your father about how much potential Jim had and how he was wasting it on his ridiculous stunts. He could never seem to decide if he was happy that Jim and all his glorious wasted potential were in your life or not.

“Really? Because to my face he calls me a bad influence, who’s the root of all your problems.”

“I don’t have problems,” you grumbled, “He’s the one with problems.”

“Jim!” Wynonna called from down the stairs. “Why is (Y/N)’s dad calling me?”

“Speak of the dad-vil,” you whispered.

“That was terrible. Stay here,” he ordered as he went out into the hall. “Maybe he wants to reminisce about the good old days?” Jim offered loudly. “Isn’t that what people your age do?”

“Is she here?”

“Do you really think I could hide a whole, grown person in my room without you knowing about it?” he asked in turn.

“Is she in trouble?”

“Not one bit.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Obviously!”

“Okay.” You heard her answer the phone and walk out of hearing range.

Neither you nor Jim dared to move. There was one hundred and one ways this phone call could end and neither of you wanted to risk making it worse.

You glanced around his bedroom. The shelves were lined with old books and models of starship. Retro Starfleet recruitment posters hung from the walls between his Beastie Boys posters and glow-in-the-dark stars. Through his open closet door you could see his dad’s old uniform still hanging, though shoved back against the wall. It was all the remnants of dreams long forgotten. It reminded you of when you were little and he used to regal the playground with stories of when his parents had been in the fleet. They were all so inspiring. The gleam in his eyes when he would announce that one day he would be the captain of a starship made you hate him a little less, even back then. He used to want to be someone. He was driven towards his goals. He had always been a little menese and a troublemaker, but he was headed somewhere. Where had that boy gone?

Two minutes later Wynonna was back at the bottom of the stairs. “Remember in middle school when you two hated each other and spent every waking minute trying to destroy each other?”

“Uh… yeah?” Jim answered.

“I miss those days. That man hates this family.” She sighed. “Tell her to go home.”

“But Mom, she’s upset!”

“The only fugitive I harbour in this house is you, young man.”

“Mooooom,” he whined.

“Don’t make me come up there and use my captain voice,” she threatened.

“Fine! I’ll send her home.”

“Good. I’ll see you in two weeks when you aren’t grounded!” she called up to you.

“TWO WEEKS?” you both yelled in unison.

“You know the deal. When the fire department has to get involved it’s two weeks.”

“Fine!” he shouted again and Wynonna walked away satisfied.

The chief engineer of one of the posters smiled down at you.

Reach for the stars!

Something clicked in your head. Jim came back into his room to find you digging an old gym bag out from his closet.

“What are you doing?”

You smiled wickedly and tossed the bag at him. “I’m breaking you out.”

Something seemed to click in his head too and he shook his head. “I’m stuck on a road going downhill fast. I’m not dragging you will me. Not anymore. Go back home. Apologize to your dad. Live your life. Be somebody great.”

“It’s too late. You’ve turned me into a hoodlum. You didn’t even have to drag me. I came willingly. I don’t care what you do, I will always come with. And I’m not becoming someone great without you.” You opened a drawer to encourage him to pack. “Let’s go to San Francisco.”

“California? You dream big, kid.” He pecked you on the lips on his way to his dresser. “How far do you think we’ll get?”

“Oh, we won’t even make it to Wyoming.” You dropped down next to your bag on his mattress, watching him pack. Maybe if you could show him what he used to dream about he would start to dream again. Maybe he would be the boy he used to and he would take you with him.

“At least we have realistic expectations to go with our big dreams.”

Five Years Later

The warm air that filled the bar hit you like a wall when you opened the doors. Loud conversations and clinking glass surrounded you as you walked through the tables, headed straight for the bar. Leaning across the wood surface, you caught the bartender's attention.

“You seen Jim?” you yelled over the noise.

Before he got the chance to answer, there was a shout followed by the sound of someone being thrown into a table.

Taking in a deep breath, you forced a smile,“Nevermind.”

You pushed yourself away from the bar and headed to the fight that had broken out. You grabbed the back of the collar of a man whose fists were flying wildly and yanked him back. Thankful that he was drunk enough that it was fairly easy.

“Take a walk, bud.” You patted his chest and spun him towards the door.

“Beautiful,” Jim grinned from the floor, “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t I always here when you’re doing something stupid?” You held your hand out and heaved him to his feet.

“Just for the record,” he started, straightening out his jacket and letting you push him onto a stool without argument, “he started it. So really he’s the stupid one.”

“He started it?” you echoed. “Are you eight?”

“And a half.”

Rolling your eyes, you picked up the dish towel filled with ice cubes the bartender set in front of you and smiled your thanks. As much as you hated to admit it, one of the two of you getting in a fight here had become a somewhat regular occurrence over the years, and the bartender was always ready and never phased.

“Why do always have to go looking for trouble?” You held the ice up to his already swollen eye.

“I get bored when you aren’t here to create it.”

Your hand dropped a centimeter away from his face. “I don’t create trouble.”

Jim raised his eyebrows, questioning your resolve on the matter.

Creating trouble was one of your biggest skills, but you weren’t going to admit that. Not now. Not when you held the moral high ground. Not that it mattered. You had admitted to it a thousand times to him. Even if you hadn’t it wasn’t something you could hide. Not that you could hide anything from Jim.

“We aren’t talking about me. We’re talking about your dumb ass and how you refuse to get your head out of it.” You pushed the ice back against his skin a little too forcefully. “You’re better than this. You were meant for more than being a bar rat.”

“What are you doing here, (Y/N)?”

“I needed some air,” you said bruskly.

“They don’t have air in San Francisco?”

“No.” You focused on keeping the ice against the slowly developing bruise so you wouldn’t have to look him directly in the eye.

“What happened?” His bright blue eyes looked right through you. They knew every little tick, habit, and quirk you had. They could read you like a book, tell exactly what was bothering you, figure out what kind of day you had within moments. Even if they were a little drunk.

“I told you we're not talking about me.”

“Usually when you’re yelling at me, it’s about you. So tell me what’s going on.” He reached out for your free hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “What did you do that you think is so bad?”

“I’ve,” your eyes drifted to the floor, your voice dropped in volume to the point where you weren’t sure if he could hear you, “been demoted.”

You didn’t look back up until you felt his hand wrap around your wrist and pull it away from his face. Slipping the makeshift ice pack from your grasp and setting it back on the bar, he pulled you from your stool and through the maze tables and chairs to the door.

“Where are we going?”

“You said you needed some air.” He pushed the door open and tugged your hand up so you were walking next to him.

The small town was all but deserted. It felt like you were the only two people in the universe. You walk down the empty sidewalk in silence. He doesn’t push you to say anything more about what happened, but eventually it all comes out in one big rush.

“It wasn’t anything major. Not really. No lives were lost. A few eyebrows were. Honestly the whole thing was blown way out of proportion. And it wasn’t even really a demotion. Not really. They just took away some of my responsibilities and respect. I’m sure they’ll get over it in a few weeks and I’ll have my job back, but,” you stopped to catch your breath, “I couldn’t be there. Not right now.”

“So that’s why you're here.” He guided you to a small park. “You’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding from anyone,�� you said indignantly, before smiling up at him. “I’m here to see you.”

“Right. Because you’ve never used that one before.”

“Fine, maybe I am hiding from my highly critical superiors.” You threw up your free hand. “Maybe I’m hiding from the whole damn thing. Are you going to stop me? Is this where you draw the line? I’ve run away to you one too many times?”

“No.”

“I just can’t breath there. All day it's ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir’ and ‘right away, sir. Everybody is sir. The friggin’ worms in the lawn are sir. And they’re constantly telling what to do.”

“The worms?”

“Might as well be!”

“Do you listen?”

“I’m my own person. Who are they to tell me what to do?”

“Your bosses?” he offered.

“So what? Just because they have a few extra stripes on their sleeves they get to dictate my life? I don’t think so. I’ll do what I want when I want.” You glared straight ahead, trying to ignore the voice in your head that was telling you that you were being stupid.

“And look where that got you. Couple of blown off eyebrows and a red mark on your record.”

“Like you’ve never caused an explosion,” you grumbled.

“I’m not the one who just got demoted.”

“No, you’re just the one throwing his life away at Murphy’s.”

He let go of your hand and came to a stand still on the sidewalk. “Hey. I thought shit on Jim time was over.”

“I’m not shitting on you. I’m just,” you sighed.

You had moved out to San Francisco and joined Starfleet because of him. He hadn’t asked, but it had been being around him and his mother that made you do it. You had always secretly believed that he would come with you. You tried not to bitter about the fact that he didn’t. Key word: tried.

“I’m sorry.” You turned to face him. “You are the smartest person I have ever met.” You placed a hand on his chest. “You have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. You were made to do more than this. You could be so much more.”

“What if I don’t want to be more?” he asked. “What if I’m happy where I am?”

You smiled sadly. “You can lie to yourself, Jim, but I know when you’re happy.” You forced your smile into your usual wicked smirk. “I think you’re just afraid of the competition.”

#Jim Kirk #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk imagines #jim kirk imagine #james kirk #james kirk x reader #james kirk imagine #james kirk imagines #star trek #star trek imagines #star trek imagine

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thelifeoftuan · 4 years ago

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Fit

I don’t really like to show my body, but I’ve been feeling pretty good, so here. 😁

So ever since I graduated from residency and moved out of Oklahoma to New York, I’ve been attempting to stick to a healthier lifestyle. I really wanted to do something good for myself and help myself feel better. I feel like there’s this horrible expectation that guys (especially gay guys) have to fit into this mold of constant gym time and flexing their muscles to prove their attractiveness, and I honestly think that’s kinda been a blight to the community. I’ve never been a superficial person and never felt obligated to fit into such a--dare I say it--stereotype. I will be honest, though, seeing pictures after pictures of all these--admittedly, hot, haha!--shirtless dudes everywhere, especially since moving to New York City, I’ve tricked myself into feeling pretty inadequate a few times. But that’s the thing. Who’s the judge of our worth and adequacy? I’d like to think the true judge is ourselves, not other people. We’re the ones who have to power to figure out where we fit, and we shouldn’t let other people take that away from us. And so I tell myself that whatever I journey I choose, it’s by my own accord and for my own benefit. Everyone is different. Everyone has their different priorities and aspects that are important to them. Nonetheless, everyone should love their body, regardless of size, shape, or color. Forcing ourselves to fit into some unrealistic expectation leads us to not love our bodies. But if we love our body enough to know we can make improvements so that we can be a better fit for ourselves, that’s really where the true power is. That’s always been my belief, and I stick to it. During medical school and residency, I definitely felt like my health could have been better. Sitting in class and studying all day, skipping meals due to stress, losing sleep due to stress, and a constant sedentary lifestyle did not make me feel all that great. I was depressed a lot (granted my low activity level was not the main culprit, but it did not help), I felt sluggish a lot of the time, and I felt like I aged pretty quickly during those years of training as result of my mismanagement of my health. But I made it through. Still alive and kicking. And now I’m living pretty a pretty good life here in a new city that I love. And when I landed here, I told myself that my health and happiness were going to be the top priorities. So I made a plan for myself and vowed to stick to it to the best of my ability, while also giving myself a bit of wiggle room, ‘cause that’s just the nature of my job to be unpredictable at times and put crimps in my plans. But I gotta say, I’ve stuck to my plan pretty well so far. I went to the gym four times a week, even when I was exhausted after work or when I got home pretty late in the evening. Even when I got home at around 10:45 p.m., I’d rush my ass to the gym before they locked the doors at 11:00 p.m. Haha! I’ve been sticking to a pretty healthy diet, which is completely out of the norm for me, as I’ve never really done that before. Greek yogurt for breakfast, turkey sandwich for lunch, granola bar for a mid-day snack, and chicken, rice, and broccoli for dinner. Those are now my staple meals, and I actually don’t mind them at all. I thought I would, but I actually kinda like the constant routine. It makes cooking pretty simple. And I’ve been drinking water over anything else, and if you know me, that’s hella abnormal. Hahaha! I can’t even remember the last time I drank Dr Pepper (gasp). These days, I only treat myself to a soda (Dr Pepper is rare to find at restaurants in New York City) on the occasion I go out. And even then, I find myself really sticking to water, which honestly, I’m pretty proud of, ‘cause ya boy loves his carbonated sugary beverages. Haha! I stick to this healthy diet during the week, and then on the weekends, I treat myself to the wonderful New York City eats, because what the hell is the damn point of living here if I’m not going to enjoy all the delicious food, right? I don’t worry about macros or counting calories (Buddha forbid I ever start, ‘cause I feel like that’s just asking for unintentional weight loss, knowing my track record with math). I don’t have cheat days. If there are days during the week where I’ve had a rough day and want to indulge in some ice cream or order fast food or take-out, I’ll do it. My goal was never really to restrict myself or adhere to a stringent program. My goal was just to feel healthier, better, and happier. And sometimes, ya boy needs a pint of ice cream to make those things happen. Haha! Then the pandemic hit and the gym in my building closed down and has yet to open. And for a good number of weeks, my ass was handed to me by the pandemic with having to work constantly and trying to save as many sick people as I could during the peak of the pandemic in New York. And during that time, I definitely let my health and wellness fall to the wayside and ended up focusing all my energy on taking care of my patients. And I definitely felt like I had backtracked a little bit during that time. But then after things calmed down in New York City, I told myself that I would get back to it and refocus my energy on my health, because that was what was important to me. I didn’t wanna spend money on any gym equipment, ‘cause ya boy’s still very, very poor. And with the hope that, eventually, it would be safe to go back to the gym again some time in the near future, I didn’t wanna make any sort of unnecessary investment. So I got myself a yoga mat, downloaded this HIIT/body-weight training app that did not require any equipment, and allotted a little 4x4 space between my bed and dresser where I would work out four times a week. And after 6 months of lots of sweat (like, my god, I’ve never sweat so much before!), all sorts of different types of push-ups, ab exercises, supermans, and effing burpee-squat-jumps (whoever invented these should be tried for crimes against humanity), I’m still sticking with it and I’m pretty proud of myself with how far I’ve gotten. I definitely have been feeling so much better these days. Working out actually has become one of the things I look forward to. Elle Woods was right about them endorphins. Haha! And the incremental improvements I’ve been seeing are always a plus. I mean, I’m not at thirsty thot twunk physique level (😂🤦🏻‍♂️) by any means, but that was never really the goal. Regardless, I’m pretty proud of myself. My chest isn’t completely flat anymore, my arms are starting to show some definition, and I see some abs coming in, hahaha! Most importantly, though, I’m happy with the way I feel, and I think that alone speaks volumes more than any physical gains can. And I think that’s what I really want to say with this post. Forget societal expectations and pressures. Forget the magazines and posters and instagram peeps. Forget the stereotypes and stigmas. This year has been hard enough, and we shouldn’t subject ourselves to forcing our bodies to fit into these spots where we’re not comfortable. I don’t think that’s where our happiness lies. We ourselves need to discover where we fit, and that’s part of the journey. So here’s to all of us sticking to our own individual journeys and finding our own individual wellness! Be fit. Be healthy. Be happy. And be free.

#life of tuan #fit

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