#and they’re not connected to my phone so they cant be in range so they have to be at the park

[chaoscradle]

my headphones. aren’t in the case

[ruvatia]

Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>

<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>

<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[thesweetestkimberry]

feliz navidad !

parings: hanta sero x latina!reader

summary: it’s christmas eve! and you and sero want to celebrate the holiday in a familiar way.

warnings: latin reader and latin sero hc, mexican food, a bit of spanish, a few curses on my part, ooc,

notes: MORE NOTES AT THE END OF THE WORK- happy holidays everyone! here’s a little something to keep my fellow, midnight present openers, company!

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

“sero stop eating the filling!” you scold, shaking his head with the handle of the spoon you were holding, turning it back around to continue spreading the masa on the corn husk.

he winced at the pain and rubbed his head, the bits of the filling de puerco around his mouth.

“sorry babe! i cant help it though, it’s really good.” he says eying you as you wipe the food off his mouth with a napkin. he hummed at the attention and placed his hands on your hips,

“you look beautiful, you know?” he says, making you blush, looking down at your food stained apron and christmas outfit. “i don’t think it’s all that.” you mumble, going back to preparing the tamales, adding the filling and rolling it up.

sero suddenly connected to the speaker the two of you had brought, the loud music scaring the shit out of you.

“turn that down! it’s late!” you scold, watching him stumble to lower the volume, “sorry, but it’s too quiet.” he says almost unapologetically. you flicked your santa hat back into its proper spot and continued working.

both of you were kinda right, it was a bit late, about 10 o’clock, and due to the two of you being the only ones up in the dorm’s kitchen, it was pretty quiet.

but why were the two of you up so late? well, it was christmas eve! that usually wouldn’t warrant the actions, but you and sero grew up with the tradition of waiting till midnight to open gifts.

also the two of you had missed home and the cultures, so you thought, why not bring home here?

so it was just the two of you, making tamales in the dimly lit kitchen. he handed the ready ones to you while you placed them into the large pot you were going to cook them in.

“don’t burn yourself.” sero teases, noticing how you need to stick your arm in to place them. nudging him with your foot, you both laughed and carried on.

not long after, the champurrado was ready. searching some for sero and yourself, you two sat on the couch. staring at the brightly lit christmas tree, a fuzzy blanket over your laps, and a warm drink in your hands really set the mood.

without a word, sero turned to look at you, smiling and lowering his head to kiss the tip of your nose, making you giggle and rub your nose against his.

after about a half hour, the two of you lightly jumped in surprise when you heard the elevator doors open, turning to see who walked out, you both laughed.

“what’s so funny?” a sleepy kaminari asked, rubbing his tired eyes and squinting at the two of you.

“nothing.” was all you two could respond before he bound over to the two of you, holding over the back of the couch and sitting in between you.

“whatchu guys doin 'up?” he piped up, snatching the drink out of your hands and taking a few questioning sips. “this is pretty good!” he exclaims.

“you want some?” sero asks, laughing at his friend who nodded excitedly and made himself comfortable under the blanket and against your side.

kaminari had whipped out his phone quietly, your peripherals picking up him typing a few words before shoving it back in his sweatpants pocket.

he only smiled at you with faux innocence when you glanced down questioningly at him.

right as sero came back with another mug, the elevator doors opened up again, this time revealing kirishima and bakugou. kiri looked way happier than bakugou did, he looked like he was ready to bow up all of you.

“what are you two doing up?” you ask him, laughing knowingly when kirishima holds up his phone, revealing a message from kaminari.

“now, we could ask you two the same question.” kirishima asks, throwing bakugou onto the other couch. you heard a quiet, “i’ll get more drinks” from behind you, making you laugh.

“well, it’s christmas eve, and sero and i are used to waiting up till midnight to open gifts.” you explain, watching kirishima and kaminari’s eyes light up.

“woah! you mean you don’t wait till the morning?” the blonde asks, bouncing in his seat, however careful as to not spill the hot drink.

“pretty much, we also made some food.” sero says, this time bakugou perking up, “what kind of food?” he asks gruffly.

as you went to go check on the tamales, the elevator doors opened up again, this time revealing the entire deku squad.

yes, even iida.

“what?..” you trailed off, “kiri.” they all said holding up their phones. you giggled, “you want some?” you ask them as they run over to see what you were serving for drinks.

“oo that smells good!” midoriya, uraraka and asui all exclaimed, todoroki and iida curiously looking into the pot of tamales.

“what are these?” shoto asks, “they’re called tamales. they’re corn dough and filled with corn and beef.” you explain in a simple way.

not even 5 minutes later, the whole common room was full of your classmates, all dressed in their pj’s and their custom christmas hats. everyone was either sitting on the couches, on the floor around the three with a christmas movie playing, or helping you in the kitchen.

once sato arrived with his baking stuff, you got to work on making various pan dulces to go along with the hot chocolate and champurrado.

everyone was chatting and even singing a few different versions of christmas songs that made you all laugh. at about 11:40 a voice rang out that made you all freeze.

“what are you all doing at this hour?” aizawa’s voice boomed, effectively scaring all of you. before you could stand up to take the blame, sero placed a hand on your shoulder and stood.

“uh, mr. aizawa, this was all me, i got homesick and, sir it’s christmas eve,” he says, getting nervous under his teacher’s glare, “i’m aware.” aizawa cut him off, making him stutter.

you looked up at him reassuringly and took his hand, “and for us it’s traditionally celebrated on christmas eve, and the opening presents starts at midnight.” sero finished explaining, his charming grin slightly wobbling.

the tired man groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. with a defeated sigh, he waved his hand and looked up at all of your waiting faces, “fine, continue. but you all are cleaning up.” he says as you all cheer, that’s when he smells the food in the kitchen.

you smile at him as you approach, offering him his awaiting cat mug and a pan dulce, “merry christmas mr. aizawa!” you say cheerfully, smiling even wider when he takes the offerings.

all might also burst in at some point, the two teachers now with their own santa hats and christmas snacks.

you and sero were so preoccupied with one another that you didn’t notice uraraka floating above the two of you, her giggles and the whispers in the room alerting you.

looking, you and sero saw she was holding a bundle of mistletoe above the two of you.

“feliz navidad, hanta.” you say lovingly, sighing in content when sero’s hands come to cup your cheeks.

“feliz navidad, mi amor.” sero says with equal amounts of love as he leans down to press a kiss on your lips, both of you smiling when you hear the cheers and whistles of your classmates.

“hey, it’s midnight!” a voice says, the two of you pulling apart and staring at one another while the sounds of joyful voices, wrapping paper tearing and laughter.

“happy holidays everyone!!”

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

hello again! thank you all for reading and sticking with me up to now, if you’re new here, hello!! requests are open and comments are always appreciated!! don't be afraid to say Hi either! or ask some questions if you want,, happy holidays everyone!

[psychovigilantewrites]

Don’t Call Me That Pt. 2

Wordcount: 10,129

A/N:  I thought this part 2 would total up to 10k words, but when it hit 10k, I realised that I was only about 65 percent done. So based on the responses I got from tumblr, I decided to publish this first and then conclude the story later on!

TW:  mentions of r*pe, mentions of torture, mentions of drugging someone (??) , mental breakdowns, vulnerability, descriptions of anxiety

Also, HERE’S MY FAV MEMES!! I’m so sorry that I can’t tag respective meme creators, because I saved them on my phone and some of them I forgot to include your usernames!! I’M SO SORRY!!! And honest to god is wear there were more but i must have lost them im so sorry im so incompetent lmao

memeesss

You glanced at your phone.

It had already been a week in Hawaii with your friends, and Jason still hadn’t texted you.

Well, you should have expected it, really. Jason was a traumatised, mentally ill man who had been locked away for two years.

Of course he wouldn’t text you first.

You had contemplated texting him over the past few days, typing in an array of messages ranging from a simple “hey” to a whole paragraph, and deleting all of it without hitting send. Did he even switch the phone on? Was he surfing the internet? Or was the phone still there on the shelf where you had left it.

It was driving you crazy.

“Do you have a boyfriend we don’t know about?” a voice called.

You looked up and squinted at the man who was standing up, looking down at you. You were sitting on the beach, a little further away from the ocean where your friends were.

“What are you talking about?” you asked as Alex plopped down next to you.

“You’ve been fidgety the whole time,” he pointed out, combing back his dark shoulder length hair with his fingers, getting sand in them. “We’re on a private beach, and you’ve been fussing over your phone. Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” you grumbled truthfully.

“The girls have been gossiping,” he gestured to the two other girls playing in the water. Your closest friends. It was four of you in that inseparable group.

“Of course they have,” you groaned, “Tell them to SAY IT TO MY FACE, COWARDS!”

You shouted at them, earning you grins and middle fingers from the distance.

“They’re saying you’re in love with someone,” he chuckled, “But they always say stupid shit like that without any evidence. But sometimes, a girl’s intuition is just right, ya know?”

“Stop beating around the bush, Alex,” you rolled your eyes at him despite knowing he couldn’t see past your sunglasses. “No, I’m not in love. I’m just waiting for a text that might never come.”

“Why don’t you text him first?”

“Because it’s not as simple as that!” you flailed your arms, “He’s… complicated. I can’t just text him anything.”

“Girl, unless he’s Mr. Nottingham, or related to you, then it really isn’t that complicated,” he joked.

“Ugh,” you groaned again, falling back onto the cloth you spread out. “Fine. I’ll text him.”

“Atta girl,” Alex grinned, “I’m gonna head back in the water. Join us after. Please?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved.

Opening the text window for what had to be the thirtieth time, you finally decided to text him.

You: Miss me yet?

Staring intently at the small ‘sent’ below your message bubble, you waited for it to turn to ‘delivered’.

“Yes!” you hissed. It meant that Jason had indeed switched on the phone.

But after twenty minutes you realised that it didn’t matter if Jason switched on the phone if he didn’t want to talk to you. Cursing to yourself, you decided to join your friends in the water, hoping it’ll distract you from checking your phone every five minutes for a text message that might never come.

After an hour of actually spending time with your friends, all four of you returned to the villa, your mood elevated. Checking your phone, you could have jumped for joy when you saw not one, but four consecutive texts in a row.

Jason: Duck off. Jason: What the duck Jason: WHY CANT I SAY DUCK Jason: I DUCKING HATE THIS

You couldn’t let out a string of giggles.

“Oooh, lover boy texted you back, huh?” Alex peeked over your shoulder. “Gimme, I wanna mess with him.”

He snatched your phone from your hands, surprisingly swift and smooth for a civilian, raising it way above his head so you couldn’t reach it and opened the camera.

“Alex-!”

He threw his other arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his bare chest, crushing you before you could tackle him down. He snapped a picture and sent it.

You froze in horror.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” you yelled.

“Relax, I was just messing around,” he gave your phone back to you.

“You don’t- you don’t understand, you fucking asshole!” you screamed.

“I- I’m sorry,” Alex stuttered, surprised by your reaction. “I was just-”

“Fuck off!” you snapped.

Panicking, you saw the little notification below the picture turning from Received to Read.

No. No, no, no, no.

This was bad.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason by sending him photos of your activities, thinking that he might react badly to the sudden surplus of familiarity and sense of being close to someone. Now you were worried that he might start to push you away in fear, reverting back to how he was before, and months of progress would have been all for nothing.

He would probably start swearing at you, or worse- switch off the phone and reject any form of communication completely. You hurriedly texted a reply.

You: I’m so sorry! I didn’t send that, my friend was just messing around.

Expecting the worst, you braced yourself for the inevitable. Instead, he sent you:

Jason: Who the hell is that guy?? Jason: Why are you in your underwear??

Your mouth hung open as you stared in shock at the screen. Because you took so long to recover from the shock, he sent you another message.

Jason: ???

Snapping out of it, you texted back.

You: That’s just my friend. Sorry about that! And I’m not in my underwear, it’s a bikini! I’m in Hawaii.

You waited for him to reply, but ten minutes of you sitting anxiously on the turquoise sofa in the middle of the villa listening to the waves of the beach outside from the open doors passed by, and he still hadn’t.

Perhaps he’s busy- wait. There’s no way Jason would be busy. You tried to coax him into a conversation.

You: You can turn off your autocorrect if you want to swear without hassle. Go to your Keyboard settings.

You plopped your phone on the empty seat next to you and dried your hair.

“Ugh, come on!” complained Natalie, fully clothed and washed, walking towards the open concept kitchen from her room. “You’re getting sand everywhere!”

“Woops, my bad,” you grinned.

“There’s a shower outside on the porch for a reason you know,” she flipped her blond beach waves at you, looking through the fridge.

Alex stood quietly at the kitchen island, now scared to say anything.

You rolled your eyes. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okay, I promise!” he grinned.

Ding.

Jason: fuck. fuck. fucking fuck. Jason: found it. You: Proud of you, man.

You went to your room and showered, then dried off and put on fresh clothes while waiting for Jason to reply.

Of course, he never did.

Groaning, you had to remind yourself that he was not used to human interaction, and texting would come unnaturally to him. Which meant that you had to be the one to keep the conversation going.

You: Do anything interesting since I left?

You saw him typing almost immediately this time.

Jason: no.

Of course not.

You: Have you been eating properly? Jason: yeah.

God, it was so difficult. You were in the middle of typing something when he replied again.

Jason: yoire not my mom Jason: yoire Jason: YOIRE Jason: FUCK WHY CANR I TYPE

You felt guilty for laughing, but you did anyway.

You: Now that you switched off autocorrect, it won’t correct your typos and misspells anymore. Jason: i fucking knw that. Ive been gone for two yeard not twenty. You: Then why do you sound like a grandpa? Jason: BECAISE YOU GAVE ME A FUCKINF IPHONE!! I USED AN ANDROID!!

Now you were really laughing out loud, so you sent him a GIF of a woman rolling her eyes.

Jason: wtf you can send gifs throug text now?? You: Welcome to 2020, my dude. Jason: im not your fucking dude

Typing a reply, Jason interrupted you once again.

Jason: teach me how to do that

Smiling widely, you found that you couldn’t wait for the next week to pass by so you could go back and see him.

***

“How’s Jason?” you asked the minute you reached the Cave computers, panting from the run down.

“Wow, hello to you, too,” Dick chuckled, spinning towards you on the wheeled chair.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Bruce and Dick were in front of the computers, discussing a case that had connections to Bludhaven Police Department.

Gone for two weeks, you had a lot to catch up on.

“According to Alfred, he’s doing well,” Bruce answered, “Even started to ask for seconds last week. Now Alfred has been making portions for two.”

“He asked? For seconds?” you gasped. “How?”

“He left a note on the tray two days after you left. He’s been making meal requests, too. Texts Alfred in the morning to let him know.”

“Texted?!”

“Alfred slipped his number on the tray in case Jason wanted anything specific.”

“I slipped mine as well, but he hasn’t texted me yet,” Dick pouted.

“When did he start texting?” you ignored Dick.

“Last Sunday.”

So the same day you started texting him, then.

“He hasn’t texted me,” Dick sighed, looking dejected like a kid who was told Disneyland blew up.

“He’ll come around, Dick,” you offered him a smile, “I mean- he’s already texting Alfred!”

“Yeah,” he lamented.

“Okaaay, nice talk. I’m gonna go see him now, bye.”

You ran to the box, but stopped right before you opened the internal door. After checking your hair with your phone camera, you tried to stifle the butterflies in your stomach.

Ugh, you were so fucked.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” Jason’s muffled grunt answered you.

Pushing it open, your eyes immediately went to the bed only to find that he wasn’t lounging around reading a book like you expected. Instead, your mouth dropped open when you saw him on the floor, doing push ups.

Shirtless.

Jason had changed drastically during the two weeks you were gone. You noticed that he had definitely gained weight, as well as muscle mass.

“Uh, wh-what are you..?”

He stood up, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

His muscles were much more prominent and defined now, and he looked like he was going to achieve Dick’s physique if he kept it up for another month or two.

“Welcome back,” he simply said before taking gulps from a water bottle you definitely had not seen before.

“Thanks,” you walked over and sat on his bed, “I’m glad to see that you decided to start taking care of yourself again.”

“What, this? This isn’t for me.”

“Huh?” you cocked your head in curiosity.

“I… I lost a lot of muscle mass. My body- it isn’t how it used to be,” he frowned, “And I can’t have you lusting over it when it’s not at its peak.”

“What- what do you-?” you stammered, suddenly getting hot.

Jason merely smirked and then continued his push ups.

You watched as his developing muscles rippled, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the light. It was amazing how he had progressed so much in such a short period of time. You guessed that he must have just been occupying his days by working out.

No wonder he’s been asking for seconds.

“Enjoying the view?” Jason breathed, pausing with his arms straightened, his head angled upwards towards you.

“No, shut up,” you looked away.

“Here, be useful,” he started, “Sit on my back.”

“What?”

“I’ve gotten used to my own body weight, I need extra resistance,” he elaborated, “Come on, sit on my back.”

“But it’s all sweaty,” you whined, pretending to protest. Definitely pretending- for the sake of your own dignity.

You got up and went over towards him anyway.

Carefully, awkwardly, you sat on his back as you would a park bench. You rested your palms flat against his sticky skin to stabilise yourself. Suddenly, he dipped down without warning, earning a soft squeal from you.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” he strained, but continued to do the push ups. He was shakier, struggling with the weight, and after twenty-five, he paused. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

But before you had the chance to get off him, he suddenly stood up, throwing you off his back to have you fall on the floor on your ass.

“Jason, you assho-” you clapped your hand over your mouth, realising what you had just said.

Oh, no. Oh, fuck.

He stood towering over you, his jaw clenching as he stared you down with his cold, blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot! It was a reflex and-”

“Whatever. I don’t care anymore,” he rolled his eyes, reaching for his bottle.

You blinked. Then scrambled to your feet.

“You don’t care anymore?” you repeated slowly.

“I don’t care if you call me that,” he huffed.

That made your heart swell and melt at the same time.

“I got used to your voice,” he mumbled, expression changing as he looked away. He frowned, as if he was angrily staring at a distant object.

You had just guessed that he didn’t like to be called his name because of a sense of familiarity, but now you were thinking that there was much more to that than what you had originally thought.

“So, I can call you… Jason?” you tested.

“Yeah, call me whatever you want,” he sat on his bed, looking up at you.

You smiled, thankful that you had finally crossed that bridge. “You know, I could get some workout stuff for you? Weights, bands, that bar thing that you can put at your door frame for pull ups…”

“You’d like to see that, huh?” he smirked.

“You flatter yourself too much,” you scoffed.

“How was Hawaii?” he changed the subject all of a sudden.

“It was fun. Beach was great, locals were great, loved the vibe- what are you doing?”

Jason had stood back up and started to walk closer and closer to you, getting all up in your space like a predator finally cornering its prey. You kept on taking steps back until your ass hit the edge of the desk.

Nowhere else to run, your heart started hammering. He leaned in, his hands resting on the desk on either side of your body, trapping you against the table and himself. You looked up and gulped. You could almost feel the heat radiating from his bare skin.

“Are you afraid of me?” he muttered lowly.

“Why would I be afraid of you?” you whispered.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Well, I’m not afraid of you,” you stated.

“Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow. Then, you felt his hand grip your wrist tightly, pressing down on your skin with his fingers. “Your pulse is very fast for someone who’s not afraid of me.”

“It’s because you’re all up in my space!” you argued.

“Didn’t look like you mind when your friend,” he snarled the word, “was all up in your space.”

“My friend? What- oh,” you widen your eyes in realisation, “You mean Alex.”

“Is that his name?”

“Alex is just a friend, nothing more. He’s just someone I’m close to,” you reassured him.

Which then made you think about why you were reassuring him.

“Oh, you were definitely close to him,” Jason growled.

“Wait- are you… jealous?” a smile creeped your lips.

He scowled at you for a few moments, and you could see the little tics in his expression that said he was annoyed. The flared nostrils, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching, the very slight twitches at the corner of his left eye.

“No,” he finally said, taking a step back from you. “I’m going to shower. Since you couldn’t stop staring at me, the invitation is still open for you to join.”

“You know, I’m starting to think that maybe I prefer it when you were broody instead of this. Please go back to your depressive mental state,” you sarcastically replied.

Jason barked out an actual laugh. Though his laugh was odd, like someone who’s only now discovering that humans were indeed capable of laughter, you found comfort in it. It was no longer hysterical and devoid of humor. He was getting better, learning to embrace a connection with someone, and it made you extremely happy.

“Maybe I should,” he answered with a cheeky glint in his eye, “Then that way you can give me more sponge baths.”

He left you alone in his room, flushed and at a loss for words.

***

“I find it very odd that people would yell ‘Batman!’ when they realise you’re there,” you rambled while climbing out of the Batmobile.

You were absolutely drenched from the downpour that had been going on all night. It was 4 am on a friday night and you had just returned from patrol.

Bruce took off his cowl immediately, revealing tired eyes despite the relatively slow night.

“It’s like they’re saying ‘Look at me! I’m here! Please knock me out or hang me upside down from the-’ Bruce?”

Bruce had stiffen, staring at something behind you. You turned around and was shocked to see Jason in the mid-distance, sitting on the ground outside the black box that was his room, leaning against the cool metal.

He himself was staring intently at Bruce, not even sparing you a glance.

You looked back and forth between the two men, sensing a high tension silent conversation.

Then, Bruce’s eyes relaxed and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly in that hardly-there-Bruce-smile.

He gave Jason one stiff nod of understanding, then walked away to the computers at the other end of the cave, leaving you alone with his son.

Jason relaxed as you walked over to him, wringing your hair to squeeze out all the excess water.

“Aw, you waited up for me,” you teased, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips, grinning away.

“Fuck off,” he snorted, “I was bored.”

You noticed him clenching his jaw as he looked at you from top to bottom, eyes lingering longer on the ‘R’ on your left breast.

Ah, it was his first time seeing you in your uniform.

His uniform.

Suddenly, you felt like an imposter in those colors and had the strong urge to rip the uniform off.

You wanted to say something, but Jason beat you to it.

“There were times in that shit hole where I wanted to burn that uniform off my skin,” he grit, “Kept on thinking to myself. I wish I never became Robin. I wish I never met Bruce Wayne.”

Your heart shattered at his confession. It was extremely rare for him to bring up anything related to his two year torture, and the previous times were never in such detail.

Realising you needed to say something, you opened your mouth. “I’m so-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Yes, sometimes you knew that he just wanted you to listen.

You nodded silently and went to sit next to him on the floor.

“It… suits you,” he forced out.

“Hmm?”

“The uniform. It suits you. More than it ever suited me,” he grumbled.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think your ass would look quite nice in green,” you joked, nudging his shoulder with your own.

He chuckled deeply, nudging you back even harder- hard enough for you to lose your balance and topple sideways, earning another breathy laugh from Jason.

***

Another month passed by, and you found yourself falling deeply for Jason- much to your dismay. You knew Jason wasn’t ready for any kind of intense emotions, and that it would take a very long time before he was.

So you swallowed your emotions down, stifling them and hoping it would go away.

The two of you had developed a pleasant friendship, often bickering and joking around, with Jason teasing you about your obvious physical attraction to him.

He also now occasionally waited outside his cube for you to come back after patrol, never really venturing too far from it, and still avoiding contact with both Bruce and Dick. Only you and Alfred had the privilege to speak to him.

Even then, sometimes you would visit his room but only getting a “I’m not feeling it today. Please leave.”

Understandingly, you would nod silently and leave him alone. You knew he still had his bad days, sometimes not eating his meals.

But mostly, he was getting better, both mentally and physically.

With nothing much to do the whole day, Jason was now obsessed with working out and bulking up. He now had a few simple equipment in his room- mostly weights.

You figured that it was a coping mechanism for him, a healthy outlet to channel all his rage and negative emotions into.

But come on. He was getting even hotter and it was making it extremely difficult for you to stop yourself from checking him out, fantasizing about him when he wasn’t around. Still, you couldn’t complain. Even though he hadn’t reached Dick’s size yet, he was very near to it, and his naturally bigger body frame and build made up for the still developing muscles.

Hell, he was now sporting a six pack.

But you knew that he was still not as well as you hoped he would be. The bloodshot eyes he had was proof that he doesn’t sleep well- and you soon found out why.

It was a little past midnight on your night off from patrol, and you were using your break in the best way you could think of- by sleeping. Something woke you up that night.

A soft knock on your door.

You frowned, eyes still closed, wondering who it was.

Bruce would usually knock twice. Strong, clear, and with purpose. Dick would start pounding rapidly on your door, annoying you intentionally. Alfred would give three soft knocks followed by a ‘Miss?’

Your eyes flew open. There was only one other person in the manor.

Throwing your covers aside, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door to open it.

Jason stood outside your door in the dim lights of the hallway, frowning and running his fingers nervously through his messy dark hair. He was wearing a t-shirt with boxers, standing awkwardly.

“Jason?” you hated how your voice sounded so sleepy. You cleared your throat. “Are you okay? Would you like to come in?”

He nodded silently, and you made way for him to enter before closing the door behind you.

“Sit on the bed,” you told him while jumping back into yours, sitting up cross legged.

The bed dipped when he sat on it, copying your motion and crossed his legs.

You waited for him to say something, your eyes straining to catch his in the dark. But he just remained silent, staring into space and avoiding your eyes.

“How did you know this was my room?” you asked, starting with a light topic.

“Only one that was locked. I already know where everyone else sleeps,” he explained.

“That’s right,” you realised, “I tend to forget that you’re probably even more familiar with the manor than I am.”

“Did you know there’s an old dumbwaiter in Bruce’s room?” you saw him smirk from the shadows that was casted on his face, “I used to hide in there, waiting to catch him off guard.”

“What? Why?”

“Dick and I, we had a bet,” he recalled the memory, “Whoever gets to surprise Bruce first would owe the other a special favor. Only rule was that we had to have it on video as proof.”

You appreciated that moment, the first time he ever spoke about both Dick and Bruce as a fond memory.

“I won, by the way,” he continued, “But- I forgot to press record on my phone.”

“Oh, no,” you groaned for him.

“Yeah, and Dick refused to believe me,” he chuckled, “That old man didn’t want to admit it either. But I swear- the look on his face when I jumped out while he and some model were going at it- priceless.”

Your jaw dropped, and then you burst into a fit of laughter, tears filling your eyes.

“You- you- you jumped out on him while he was having sex?!” you squealed.

“Yeah,” he grinned, “I didn’t even care that it sort of scarred me, because I managed to catch Batman off guard.”

The both of you laughed, his deep voice mingling with your own on that quiet night.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jason,” you smiled warmly at him.

But then, his smile fell.

“I hate my name now.”

“I’m sorry,” you began, “You said it was okay to call you that, so I-”

“No, it’s fine,” he started running his fingers through his hair again, “It’s just- I don’t know.”

“You can tell me anything,” you reassured, “It won’t leave this room. I promise.”

He looked at you, worry in his eyes. “Okay. Fine. Yeah.”

You waited for him to begin.

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been having nightmares. Almost every night. It’s always the same one.”

“You want to tell me about it?” you prompted him after waiting for him to continue.

“I hate my name because he said it a lot. Joker,” he scowled, “After repeatedly burning my skin for my name, it’s like that’s all he said. In that annoying, high pitched, sing-song voice of his. Jason, Jason, Jason. It made me hate my name. It made me hate hearing it.”

“I- I didn’t know how much time passed when I was in there,” he continued, “But, fuck. It was- it was hell. And the worst part was that I kept on waiting for Bruce. Waiting and hoping for him to find me and save me. I was so desperate. You- I-”

He choked on his words. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips tight.

You wanted to reach out to him, hug him, tell him that everything was okay now. But you didn’t. You waited for him to collect himself so he could finish telling you his story, just like how he wanted to.

“Anyway, I- despite all that,” he sighed, “That was the only thing that kept me sane. I kept on clinging onto the hope that he was out there, searching. And that helped for a while. Until- until that happened.”

He was breathing heavily now, fidgeting more. Jason was definitely getting increasingly agitated the deeper he went.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck.”

The moment you realised he was crying was when he let out a sniffle. You automatically took his hand in yours, squeezing it as a form of comfort.

“It’s okay,” you told him, “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I need to. I have to. I can’t take this anymore. Keeping everything in, I feel like I’m about to fucking explode.”

“Okay, then take it slow,” you said, “No rush. Anytime you’re ready.”

He nodded, eyes still closed, as if he was afraid of letting you see him cry.

“One night,” he began, “I think- I don’t know what was different- but I think something went wrong for him. Or right? That’s how it was. Tormenting me was fun, but it was also an outlet for him. But at the same time when he was happy, he also tortured me. He came to me, and- injected me with some sort of drug. That never happened before. He made sure that my head was clear whenever he hurt me so that I could feel everything he did.”

“But- he did- and- immediately, I felt weak,” he continued, “I mean, I was already weak. But my head. It was cloudy. I remember everything clearly, but it was like my brain couldn’t process it, couldn’t communicate with my body. I felt like I was looking out through a window that was my eyes- like I was in someone else’s body, experiencing someone else’s moments.”

“He released me,” Jason’s voice was now barely a whisper. “He released me from the ropes, and I fell to the floor. And then he- he- fuck.”

He let go of your hand and started pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on your bed. He was sobbing now, his shoulders jerking up in sharp intakes of breaths. The only thing you could do was to stay silent and hold back your own tears.

You rested your hand on his knee, giving him a textile connection with reality so he doesn’t fall into his own thoughts.

“You- he- he- ruh- ruhp-”

Your heart sank to your stomach in horror as you realised what Jason was trying to say. It was as if you were plunged into icy water, chills running down your spine at the true revelation of what he had gone through in that cursed cell.

“Oh, no,” you breathed.

“He pushed me down,” he choked, “Pushed me down and climbed on top. I- I couldn’t even fight him. I was- I was conscious the whole time and I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t fucking do anything.”

Your tears were falling down now, both at the sight of Jason looking so vulnerable and fragile, and at his confession. Not being able to help yourself, you threw your arms over his neck and crashed into his hard body, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, clutching you so hard it was painful as he buried his own face into your shoulder.

“And he kept on saying my name,” he said in muffled cries, “Jason, Jason, Jason. The whole fucking time. And- and I knew. He didn’t do it for pleasure. He did it to torment me. He- he didn’t even- he didn’t even finish.”

Jason sobbed into your skin for the next few minutes, his tears soaking through your night shirt. “But I did. Even though it was painful. Fuck, the pain was worse than anything he had ever done to me before. But- he- I- I fucking came.”

The both of you were sobbing now, his ragged breaths mingling together with your own on that quiet night.

His grip on you was tight, as if he thought that if he let go, you would disappear. So he clung onto you with all his might to keep you there with him as he recalled the horrific events.

“That's what broke me. I was so disgusted with myself. I hated myself. And he- he saw everything and- and laughed. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to choke and die. I’ve never seen him laugh like that. And I remember every single fucking moment of being helpless on that fucking floor while he- fuck. Fuck.”

“And then he left. He left me on the floor bleeding and I never saw him again. And I went fucking insane. I tried to kill myself so many fucking times. So many times, I lost count. That’s what I dream about every night. His laughs, and his ‘Jason, Jason, Jason’.”

And that was that. That was the story.

The end of Jason Todd.

The both of you cried long and hard that night in each other’s arms. Eventually, you both lied down on the pillows together, underneath the covers.

“Please don’t tell Bruce,” he whispered to you.

Your head was on his chest, his big arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled with his.

You smiled at that. Even with the trauma, even with the sense of abandonment he felt, he still wanted to protect Bruce from knowing the truth.

Because the both of you knew that the truth would kill him.

“I promise,” you whispered back.

And then the both of you fell asleep together.

***

“Has Jason been sleeping in your room with you?” Bruce asked you on one fine Saturday morning at breakfast.

It had been about a week and a half since the first time Jason knocked on your door and poured out his feelings to you.

“He gets nightmares,” you tried to explain.

He thought that if he told you everything, the nightmares would stop. But it didn’t. But he then realised that the only thing that made it better was sleeping by your side, having someone there to wake him up from living his own hell in a loop.

“And do the two of you… Just sleep?” Bruce frowned.

“Yes!” you widen your eyes in horror at the insinuation. “Bruce! Come on!”

“I know you have feelings for him, and I’m sure he does for you as well. But I don’t think something like that is what Jason needs right now,” he stated.

“Yes, I know!” you groaned at the thought having that kind of conversation with him, “Jesus, Bruce. I know. I’m just there to wake him up or help him fall back asleep. Nothing more.”

Bruce nodded, deep in thought. “Has he… told you? About what happened?”

You pursed your lips. “Yes.”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” his frown went deeper. “I understand. He will tell me when he is ready.”

“Exactly,” you smiled, hiding the fact that Jason may never tell Bruce what happened. Never the full story.

“He still hasn’t left the manor?”

“No,” you sighed, “I asked him if he wanted some fresh air. Just outside the main door, not even going down the steps. But he refused. Told me to, and I quote, ‘Fuck off’.”

“Well, he’s only just left the cave, and it’s just to your room,” Bruce thought out loud, “It’s still progress. Especially since he’s been talking to you about the past.”

“He only spoke about it one time,” you said, “And then never again.”

“I see,” he hummed, “And you’re okay with him sleeping with you?”

“Next to me, Bruce, sleeping next to me,” you corrected.

“Yes, and you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” you assured him, “I can kick him out any time I want- but I don’t want to. He looks like a lost puppy sometimes.”

“An angry lost puppy.”

You chuckled at that and couldn’t agree more.

*** While Jason got the sleep he needed when he was next to you, it was counterproductive on your end. You had never been with anyone before, and definitely had not slept on the same bed with another man.

So to feel his body heat and breaths against your skin, his occasional light snores, it made your mind go on hyperdrive.

Most of the time, the two of you would just lie down, your back against his front, or your backs against each other, or both on your backs just staring at the ceiling- and talked. You would be the one talking the most, of course, about anything you could think of. You would tell him about your day, your patrols, something you read about online, or the current news.

But that one particular night during week three of him sleeping next to you, the two of you were silent. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but the kind of silence that was pleasant and was better described as a peaceful quiet.

You had your back pressed against his front and his arm was lazily draped over your waist. It was a cold night, and you were wearing just a tank top and pyjama shorts, snuggling under the covers that went up all the way to your nose.

Shifting a bit while snuggling comfortably, you pressed yourself against Jason’s body to get more of his heat. But then, you were met with something poking against your lower back.

“Ngh, please ignore that,” Jason huffed.

Oh.

For some reason, you forgot that Jason was a physically healthy male who was capable of having sexual thoughts and feelings. All this while, you thought you were the only one.

“Are you- uh- is that- uh-” you stuttered, feeling your face flush with heat.

Feeling your body suddenly alert with excitement.

“Yes, it’s my fucking penis,” he grit almost angrily, “What, never heard of an erection before?”

“Of course I have!” you argued rather defensively, “It’s just- I’m surprised, that’s all.”

“Why?” he demanded, “You didn’t think I could get it up or something?”

“No, of course not!” you denied, “It just didn’t cross my mind, that’s all.”

A pause. Then-

“Well,” he sighed, “You wouldn’t have been wrong.”

Your mind blanked for a second.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly.

“It’s my- fuck- it’s my first time,” he confessed.

“Your first time getting an erection?” you gasped.

“No, you idiot,” he snapped, “It’s my first time getting hard since… since… then.”

Oh. Oh, you were an idiot.

“It’s just- after that- even when I was downstairs, alone and safe, I- I couldn’t,” he told you, “I kept on thinking back to that time and- and I couldn’t. I found it disgusting.”

And immediately, like someone doused you in cold water, any feeling of horniness you had when you first felt his erection against you disappeared. You just felt so sad for him, but also angry. Angry that he had to go through all of that, and angrier that there was nothing you could do about it.

“So, why do you think you’re getting it now?” you asked. Perhaps talking about it in an objective manner would help guide him through his thought process.

“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed, “You’re fucking pressing your ass against my dick, what did you think would happen?”

“Wait, what?” your eyes widen, “You’re hard because of me?”

“No shit,” he said, “You’re hardly wearing any clothes, too.”

You shouldn’t feel happy due to the circumstance and context, but there you were ecstatic that he found you attractive enough to pop a boner after so long.

“Fuck,” he sighed, suddenly pressing himself closer to you.

His hand that draped over your waist when to actually grip it. Then, then, he grinded his hard on against your ass.

“Mmm,” he rumbled deeply, “Feels good.”

There. That was it. You were once again flooded with the feeling of heat that pooled at your stomach, a tingling sensation started at your core. Feeling hot despite the low temperature of the night, you clenched your thighs together, needing the slight pressure.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he grinded on you again, and then unexpectedly let out a chuckle.

“What is it?” you smiled, loving it whenever you heard him laugh.

“I thought… For the longest time, I thought I was broken. That he broke me,” he revealed, “I thought I needed to get all Wingardium Leviosa on this little fucker.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed and groaned at the same time, “You’re so fucking embarassing.”

He laughed along with you and continued. “But now I’m hard and- and horny. You made me feel like I’m normal again. Like I’m sixteen again, and getting horny over everything.”

Sometimes, we take the normal things for granted. Food, shelter, clothes. In this case, it was a goddamned boner. In a way, Jason’s erection was symbolic- however funny it sounded. Getting your sexual appetite and need back after being so traumatised was a massive leap for many people who had experienced the same thing.

It meant that Jason was healing well.

“Does that make you happy?” you asked.

“Not particularly,” he admitted, “But I’m definitely not sad either.”

“That’s good enough for now, then,” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

Another few moments of silence. You could feel it, his cock pushing into you. However tempted you were to push back and grind, you held yourself still.

“Uh, Jason?” you voiced.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to like, take care of it?” you asked, “I mean. My bathroom is available. Or- there are many empty rooms.”

“No,” he simply stated.

“No?”

“No.”

“It’s kinda poking into me.”

“Just ignore it.”

“Ignore it?” you gaped, “How can I ignore it? You’re literally pressing it into my ass.”

“Well, then do you want to take care of it?” he teased.

You couldn’t argue back. “Fine, I’ll ignore it.”

He chuckled. “I’ll turn around.”

When he made the movement, you suddenly grabbed him by the wrist. “No, it’s fine. Stay here.”

You expected him to tease you like he usually would, make a crass comment, or even a ‘fuck off’.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around you again in silence, and the both of you drifted to sleep.

***

“Do you think this color suits me?” Natalie asked, holding up a floral red dress.

The four of you were at the mall in Diamond District. Now that high school was over, and everyone would be going off to separate colleges in a few months, you tried to spend time with each other as much as you could.

“Any color suits you, Nat,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re hot stuff.”

“Jesus, it’s like you’re shoving it in our faces at this point,” Sarah added, flipping her brunette hair to the side, tight curls flowing down.

“Aw, you guys,” Nat pretended to tear up, “I’m gonna miss you guys so much!”

“Not again,” Alex groaned, “We’ve been through this so many times.”

“I’m gonna be so miserable without you guys,” Natalie continued on, ignoring Alex’s interruption.

“I don’t know,” Sarah shrugged, “I think I’d enjoy New York. I can have pizza parties with the rats in my overpriced apartment.”

You chuckled at Sarah’s joke. Everyone was leaving Gotham except you. Deciding to continue with Robin, you opted for Gotham University- prestigious, old, and most importantly, close to home.

Your phone dinged in your pocket. You opened it to find texts from Dick.

Dick: OH MY GOD. Dick: I’m at the Manor. Dick: Was going to the Cave gym to work out. Dick: AND Dick: JASON IS HERE!!! WHAT DO I DO?!?!

That was new. Jason would usually just use whatever basic equipment he had in his room to work out. The fact that he was at the Cave’s sparring area where all the other fancier work out equipment were was out of the ordinary.

You: Just go. See if he reacts. If he suddenly stiffens and just stay there not doing anything, then leave. If he continues on, then it’s okay to stay- but don’t initiate anything! Dick: OKOKOK

You waited anxiously for Dick’s update. All four of you were now walking towards the food court, but you hardly listened to their bickering. Forty-five minutes passed before Dick texted you again.

Dick: OMG HE TALKED TO ME You: What did he say? Dick: He asked me to pass him his towel. You: That’s all he said? Dick: IT’S PROGRESS OKAY!!

Dick was right. It meant that Dick was now the third person Jason had spoken to. Adding another person to his list of contacts was definitely progress.

You were happy for him.

You:Is he still there? Dick: Nah he left Dick: But WOW he’s looking good. He must have been really going at it. I think he might get bigger than me soon You: All he does now is work out. He’s obsessed. Dick: Yeah I can tell

You decided to leave it at that for now and try to concentrate on your friends, but Dick sent another message.

Dick: ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX?!?!

You spat out your drink, earning weird looks from everyone.

You: DICK!!!! WTF NO!!

Dick never replied.

***

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Jason asked, his voice breaking the silence of your dark room. The two of you were on your bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling.

“Of course,” you said. It didn’t matter to you what Jason asks for. He hardly ever asked for anything.

“Could you… Take me out tomorrow?” he requested, “If you’re not doing anything else, that is.”

“Uh, sure!” you nodded, surprised. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” he shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, okay,” you hesitated, “But- are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to go so far so quickly. Maybe you should start with just going to the backyard?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” he insisted. “I’m not a kid.”

“Okay then,” you agreed. “Tomorrow.”

You kept on glancing anxiously at him the next day as he climbed into the passenger seat of your car. He was quiet, but looked perfectly fine.

Switching the engine on, you drove out of the garage and out the large automatic gates. Trees soon surrounded the lonely road on both sides as you descended downhill into town.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“I thought Robinson Park would be nice,” you said. It was around three in the afternoon, yet Gotham was dark as though the day was ending. It was cloudy, skies grey and wind blowing.

“You’re taking me to a park?” he scoffed.

“It’s more quiet than anywhere else,” you reasoned with him, “Less people. Spacious. Lots of greenery.”

“Whatever.”

Reaching the parking space of the park, you noticed that there were a few cars. Mothers and nannies liked to bring children out to the park around that time. Joggers and teens, college students and retired elderly seeking a little escape from the high rise buildings of concrete and glass.

You turned the engine off and proceeded to open the door, only then noticing Jason stiffening. Looking over to him, you saw that his eyebrows were pulled down in a deep frown, his jaw clenched, his hands in fists on his knees.

You didn’t say anything or make any comment. Leaning back into your seat, you waited until Jason was ready.

About five minutes passed before he took a deep breath, gave you a nod, and then opened his door.

The two of you walked along a path at the park, going deeper inside and further away from your car. There were a few joggers around, some tourists, and some teens taking photos. You saw a group of kids in the distance playing frisbee, and the others were walking their dogs.

An empty bench stood in the middle of the park, overlooking a clearing. You headed there, Jason following closely behind.

“It’s a bit gloomy today,” you pouted, “As if Gotham could be anything other than that, of course.”

You looked at Jason.

He looked like a scared dog being brought out for the first time.

His jittery knees were bouncing rapidly, his wide eyes were darting at every movement, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his breathing was heavy.

“Woah, woah,” you reached out to him, putting an arm on his back. “It’s okay. I’m here. Just listen to me talk, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he gulped.

“Try to calm your breathing,” you instructed, “Deep breaths, Jason. In… out… In… Out… Yeah, see that’s great.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, now calmer. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled warmly, “You’re doing just fine.”

“No, I’m not,” he strained, “I feel like everything is too big. Too vast. The fucking sky looks like it’s going to crash down on me and at the same time suck me up into a void.”

“And despite all you’re feeling right now, you’re not breaking down or anything, are you?” you tried, “You’re okay, Jason. This is progress.”

“I guess,” he sighed, “I’m just- I’m so used to having four walls and a ceiling. Now everything feels too big.”

“I understand,” you empathized, “Whenever you want to go back, just say the word. Or we can even just go and sit in the car. No problem.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s do that,” he stood up.

The walk back to the car was faster.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“No, you’re not,” you reassured him, “That was great, Jason. Come on, it was your first time outside in two years and a half. Cut yourself some slack.”

“I’m so fucking broken,” he choked.

“Don’t say that,” you scolded, “You’re not broken. And you know what, even if you think you are, we can always fix it. Baby steps. Maybe we can do this once a week. We were out for like, ten minutes? Next week we’ll try fifteen. How’s that sound?”

“Twice a week,” he stated, “I just want to be normal again.”

“Okay, twice a week, then,” you agreed, “We’ll try again in a couple of days, okay?”

“Okay,” he paused, “Thank you.”

“No problemo,” you grinned, “Would you like to stay here a bit longer or shall we go back?”

“Let’s go back.”

“Wanna stop by the diner? You can wait in the car while I ask for a take-away?”

“...okay.”

***

Jason and you had gone out twice more. Once three days after the first time, and the other a week later. The second time he went out, he lasted twenty minutes, though you were sure he was being stubborn on his part. He looked like he was having a heart attack, but he insisted on staying until he hit the twenty minute mark.

The third time, he was much much better. Surprisingly so. The two of you sat down on that bench for half an hour, with you even leaving him alone for a few minutes to get two ice cream cones.

After that, you took him for a drive around the city. He seemed to be more comfortable in the car, so you went all the way from Robinson Park to Diamond District, and back to the manor.

Bruce seemed very pleased with your update, and you swore you could see him actually smile.

“Thank you,” he had told you. “You’ve done more than I could have ever asked of you.”

“It’s no problem, Bruce. Really,” you reassured him.

“I’m his father. He is my responsibility. It’s my fault he’s even in that state. I wish I could do more for him,” he said solemnly.

“The fact that you understand what he needs is more than helpful, Bruce,” you smiled, “Not many parents can do that. You understand and respect him. That’s enough for now.”

He simply nodded.

Ever since your scheduled outings, Jason had become more and more relaxed whenever he was in the manor. He now walked to the kitchen on occasion to mess with Alfred while he cooked meals for him, sometimes sitting in the living room lounging on the couch while reading. Most of the time, though, he was down at the sparring zone of the Cave, working out.

But at night, he would never fail to knock on your door.

And at that particular night, you found yourself in the same situation again while lying down on your side with your back to his front, for the fifth time.

“You officially have to stop calling yourself broken,” you grumbled, “Because that thing poking into my ass is definitely not broken.”

He chuckled lowly. “You complaining, sweetheart?”

Oh, and yes. Jason now had started calling you ‘sweetheart’. Why? You had no clue. It was just a thing that happened. The look on your face when he first slipped it in was probably a sight to behold.

“No shit, I’m complaining, Jason,” you groaned, “You haven’t jerked off, yet? Not even once?”

“Nope,” he popped the P, “I just… I don’t want to… I don’t want to come.”

You sighed, understanding the situation. He had been disgusted with himself because he had ejaculated when Joker… Well, that. You hated to even think about it, so you always shoved the thought away.

“But unfortunately for me, I still get super horny,” he rumbled deeply, pushing his hips into you even more, “So fucking horny.”

“And then I have to suffer,” you complained.

“I can assure you, blue balls are more painful than something poking into you,” he bickered.

“It’s not that…”

“Then?”

“I get horny too, come on man,” you whined, “I’m a hormonal teenage girl. What did you expect?”

“You get horny too?” he whispered after a pause.

“Uh, yeah,” you admitted nervously. Somehow, the mood shifted, and your heart started drumming against your chest.

“Because of me?” he asked.

“Not you specifically, I mean,” you tried to back track, “You’re… Your dick pressing up against me like that, I mean, come on, Jason.”

“Simple question sweetheart,” he told you, “You get horny because of me, yes or no?”

You gulped. “Yes.”

Fuck, why did you say yes? You could have lied. You could have not answered.

“Yeah?” he breathed. You noticed that his hand was now on your hip, right above the waistband of your sleeping shorts, drawing circles onto your skin with his thumb.

You were nervous. The butterflies in your tummy was not helping you calm down.

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut, as if to protect yourself from anything he had to say.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips and grinding his hard on against your ass even more. And did it… Fuck, did it get even harder?

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, and also out of nervousness, you remained silent. Jason’s chest rose and fall against your back, his respiratory rate increasing. His pinky finger slid underneath the waistband, testing the waters before slowly slipping his hand into your pants.

He went in so slowly, as if waiting for you to tell him no, to rip his hand away, to wrench yourself away from him. But you never did, so he went in deeper, caressing the skin beneath your pelvic bone, his heat just burning into you.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he commented, voice suddenly husky.

“I don’t wear them to bed,” you informed him.

“You mean to tell me,” he growled, “That all this while I’ve been sleeping next to you and you never had your panties on?”

“It’s more comfortable that way,” you mumbled.

“Jesus Christ,” he cursed. “Thank God I never knew. Would have been torture, and trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Jason,” you gasped.

“It’s true,” he said, “Damn, sweetheart.”

He went lower, closer to your center.

Your core was tingly, small pulses of electricity buzzed through your body as Jason came closer and closer and closer and-

He slipped his hands between your closed thighs and cupped you.

“Mmm,” he moaned softly, “Warm. Fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?” you laughed, even though you felt like screaming on the inside. Screaming for more.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, burying his face into your nape, taking a deep breath. “You smell nice.”

Oh, shit. You totally forgot about Jason’s aversion to strong smells.

“I’m sorry!” you quickly apologised, “I can switch to an unscented shampoo as well so it wouldn’t be too strong for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said, “I like it on you.”

He ground his hand into your center harder.

“Mmpf, Jay,” you breathed, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “I’ve never touched a girl like this before.”

“Really?” you widen your eyes in surprise.

“I was kept in a cell for two years, I couldn’t exactly talk, let alone touch, anyone can I?” he quipped.

“Right.”

“Teach me,” he said.

“What?” you whispered despite knowing what he meant.

A pause of silence. A deep intake of breath, a slow exhale.

“Teach me how to touch you,” he purred.

Fuck, you felt like exploding.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes. If you… If you want to.”

Your mind quickly tried to analyse the situation. Bruce had specifically said that Jason didn’t need any complicated matters in the relationship. It made sense. You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason with any confusion or uncertainty.

But at the same time, you’ve been figuring out how Jason thought, bit by bit. He’s told you many times that he just wanted to be normal again, to feel normal, to do normal things. And this was something that was normal, that he should do, that he wanted to do.

And you knew that he probably would take the rejection even worse.

“O-Okay,” you agreed.

Slowly, you separated your thighs, raising the one on top and hooking it over his legs behind you. Due to your shift in position, you felt the minute Jason’s fingers dip slightly into your folds.

“So, uh, this is my first time with a guy as well,” you squeaked, “But I’ll try to guide you.”

You licked your lips.

“Uhm, well, I guess you can start by running a finger up and down between my- oh! Yes, just like that.”

His middle finger slid down to your opening, and then up again slowly. His movements were uncertain, brushing only slightly against your clit unintentionally.

It was different, having someone else touch you. Somehow, despite the inexperience, it just felt better.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, “You’re so fucking wet. Do you usually get this wet?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “No? Yes? I don’t know! I can’t feel it.”

“Shit.”

You let him play with you some more, his fingers sliding up and down, sometimes pressing against your fleshy parts, sometimes circling and gathering your wetness, sometimes just parting your lips. Hell, he even tapped the tips of his fingers on you randomly or brushed into your delicate fuzz. You knew he was just exploring, feeling you for the first time.

And that thought made you smile and sigh.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he rasped.

“Uh, so your fingers are wet, right?”

“Yeah. Because you’re leaking all over them.”

“Okay, good. Now find my clit. It’s slightly above your finger, okay, to the left a bit. More. Okay, there! Yeah, right there,” you sighed, finally feeling that delicious pressure.

“Here?”

He tapped your clit.

“Ah!” you moaned, “Yes- but don’t just- nevermind, just gently circle it. Clockwise.”

He obeyed, and hell since when did Jason just obey?

He circled you gently, like you said. But he also went so, so slow.

“Faster, Jay,” you panted.

He went faster, making you groan in pleasure.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he muttered, his voice low and cracking, and sexy, and husky. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and it drove you wild.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“So good, Jay. Press a little harder now- fuck. Fuck. Yes, perfect. Just like that.”

The pressure built as his fingers did their magic.

“You- you’re surprisingly good at that,” you stuttered, “You sure- mmm- you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Despite what you think,” he husked in your ear, warm breath tickling you. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“I can see that.”

“But I’m also good at improvising.”

“Wha- oh. Oh. Fuck! Jason! Oh my fucking god!”

He started pressing even harder, and going even faster, throwing away the slow build you were going for and instead pushing you towards orgasm fast and hard, as if he was determined to prove something to you.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he purred, “You gonna come soon?”

“Oh my- fuck, yes! Fuck, don’t stop!”

“You want to come for me?” his deep voice rumbled.

“Yes!”

What the hell? When did he learn how to talk like that?

Because with the mix of his heavy pants, his low voice coaxing you, his barrage of pleasure at your clit, you felt the familiar tightening of your core. You threw one hand back and found his hair. Running your fingers through them, you gripped them tight and pulled.

You pulled on his hair as he forced the orgasm onto you.

“Oh my God. Jason, I’m gonna- fuck- I’m- fuck- ah!”

You moaned loudly as you felt your walls flutter, clenching over nothing as you reached your high.

“O-okay, stop, fuck,” your hand went from his hair to his wrist, stilling him. He withdrew his hands from your pants, and went to grip you tight again by the waist.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groaned, grinding into you. You pushed your ass back, feeling his hardened length against your flesh in your post-orgasm bliss. “Jesus, that was so hot.”

“That was- yeah,” you giggled, “Fuck.”

His face was still buried in your neck. You could feel his lips on your skin.

“Uhm, I can, you know,” you sputtered, “Try to help you out?”

“It’s fine,” he breathed, body still tight against yours, “Just go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked again, feeling guilty that he didn’t get off. “I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. That was great. I enjoyed that. I told you, I don’t want to come.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Go to bed.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“Fuck, I’m so horny.”

“Jason,” you whined, “Really, I can help-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, “Goodnight.”

You pursed your lips.

“Goodnight.”

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hi hi!!

May I have cake please, if you don't mind :)

Sooo I'm sorta tall, maybe about 5'9, and my zodiac sign is an Aries.

And I have an undercut?? Short wolfcut hair but it's sorta like bed hair now-

I mostly sleep a lot, I'm pretty lazy, and I game a lot.

Im quiet and awkward at first but when it comes to my friends that's when I am loud.

I often tease them but not to much of course.

I'm also very clingy, like.. The touchy clingy.. Idk-

But I'm very clingy to those very close to me

And I'm basically short tempered so I either go through my phone or eat something.

Oh, and I also enjoy experimenting with my clothes, it's mostly alt aesthetic but I can experiment on other aesthetics.

I also like to draw, but if I have the motivation to do so.

@re1u0

Romantic Matchup

Suna Rintarou

How Y’all Met

You two have been friends since you were little

Like you two practically grew up together

But when he moved to go to Inarizaki

You two lost touch for a little bit :(

But fate must’ve had different plans for you two

Cause you transferred to Inarizaki one year later :D

You we’re walking down the halls trying to find your class

When suddenly you hear a “y/n?”

You turned around to see the one and only

Suna Rintarou!!!!

Omg when I say you TACKLED him for a hug

Like mans fell over

But he didn’t care

He was really happy to see you two

But your little moment was interrupted by a certain blonde...

“Damn Suna I didn’t know ya were such a lady’s man”

Suna rolled his eyes before standing up and introducing you to his twin teammates

You all were talking for a little bit when the bell rang and it was time to go to class

Suna asked you what class you had

And apparently you both had the same class 👀

So you both went to class together

In fact you two spent the rest of the day together

And the next day...

And the day after that...

You two were attached at the hip at this point

So when Suna finally asked you to be his s/o

Of course you said yes!

What They Love About You

He loves that your kinda lazy

Because now he doesn’t have to be worried about being lazy himself 😃

Plus...

Lazy Suna + Lazy Y/n = Many naps and cuddles ❤️

Omg he DOES NOT mind that your clingy AT ALL

He’s a little protective himself

So whenever you two are out in public expect a hand around your waist

Or his hand in yours

Sigh

He loves your alt aesthetic

Of course

But he doesn’t mind that you change it up every now and then

But his favorite one will forever be alt 🖤

Favorite Things To Do Together

Naps of course

But but but

He has a thing where he can’t sleep without some background noise

So y’all will get all cozy on the couch

Put on a movie

THEN pass out 😌

Or

You’ll stay awake while he falls asleep in your lap 🥺

Random Hc

There was a point in time where Atsumu was trying to get with you

Yea...

Suna put a end to that REAL quick

That’s also when he realized he had feelings for you

UGH

this mf records you when you get mad

He’s the type of guy that goes

“Your so cute when your mad babe”

Annoying mf

But whateva 🙄✋

There was a show you REALLY wanted Suna to watch

But he passed out 💀

And when you asked him about it

He just acted like he knew what you were talking about 🤷‍♀️

In Sunas head: I haven’t a clue what’s going on here...but I’ll act like a do 😀

Astrology

When Aries and Aquarius come together in a love match, the combination of Aquarius vision and Aries action makes them a highly creative pair.

Their relationship is anything but static; they can be competitive, but life with these two is never dull!

Zodiac Signs that are two apart tend to have a special connection, and these are no exception.

They are great friends as they communicate really well.

They have a special understanding of one another’s idealistic, enthusiastic outlook on life.

They both crave excitement and new experiences — the wilder and stranger, the better.

They’re both into thrills and showing off.

Many Aries-Aquarius relationships are based on mutual admiration.

Aries loves how unique Aquarius is, their inventive vision of the world; Aquarius loves Aries for their energy and initiative — Aquarius gets new ideas all the time but sometimes finds it hard to carry them out.

Since both Signs prize independence, Aries’s tendency toward possessiveness can push Aquarius to become aloof or detached as a self-preservation tactic.

Though they have that special connection, they do see the world in very different lights, which they both need to understand.

Aries can be too involved for Aquarius’s taste, and Aquarius in turn may be too unpredictable for Aries.

As it turns out, Aquarius is the one Sign that has Aries beat when it comes to spontaneity!

As long as both partners reassure each other that the relationship is important and secure, things will be just fine.

Their ability to achieve so much when they work together.

Cardinal Fire and Fixed Air cover all the bases.

Theirs is a relationship of vision as well as practice.

Overall Aesthetic

Lazy Days 😴

Lazy Song - Bruno Mars

Cant Sleep Love - Pentatonix

Loves gonna get you killed - Samtozi

In my head - Bedroom

[womansharry]

SHE

Chapter 4 - Lit The Fire

catch up here! 1, 2, and 3 :)

Juliet pushed opened the heavy door to the Palmer and Associates office building. It looked similar to almost every other office building she had ever been inside. This particular office was home to Miller and Brayden, the company that would hopefully be backing her brand financially.

She breathed a contented sigh as she took the elevator to the 76th floor. She had felt different since her trip to Rome. Maybe it was a new found confidence. Maybe that, coupled with the fact that Harry had been texting her since she got back to New York. She felt like a teenager that was love struck. Every time his name popped up on her phone she got butterflies. And her heart overflowed when she would talk on the phone with him. His voice was always warm and filled with kindness.

He was now back in London. The time difference between New York and London was a bit more bearable than the one between New York and Italy. But, she wished that he was closer. She just wanted to see him in person again.

"Hi, can I help you?" A perky girl that wasn't much younger than Juliet sat behind a large Mac computer typing away at the reception desk of Miller and Brayden.

"Yeah, I'm Juliet Oliver. I have a meeting with Josh and Collin." The young girl typed quickly on the keyboard before responding.

"Oh yes. I see that right here. Why don't you have a seat. I'll let them know that you're here."

Juliet sat down in one of the plush chairs beside the reception area. She took her phone out of her bag. It was 9:30 in New York, meaning that it was 2:30 in London. She had a text from Harry. She quickly opened it.

I'm going into the studio for a bit. I won't have my phone much. Can I call you later? Miss your voice x

She couldn't help but smile as she typed out a response.

Sounds like fun. Of course, I'm getting ready to go into one of my meetings for the week. Hopefully, this is gonna get the ball rolling with the clothing line.

"Miss Oliver, they're ready for you in the conference room. I'll take you there."

Juliet stood from her spot and followed the girl down a dimily lit hallway. She opened a door and Juliet stepped into the conference room. She was meeting with these particular investors for the second time. She had already pitched her ideas to them. This was the follow up where they gave her their answer.

Josh and Collin stood up and shook her hand.

"Thanks so much for coming back in Juliet." Juliet nodded, as if she had a choice in the matter. She sat back in the chair across from the two men.

"Juliet, we're sorry to tell you this, but it's just not feasible for us to back your line." Juliet stared blankly at the two men. What the hell?

"Okay, can I ask why?" She heard herself say, she didn't exactly know how it came out.

"We just don't feel like it pushes boundaries. And on the other hand, we don't feel like it's going to be a smart direction for us." Josh tried to reason with her.

"You think it'll go under as soon as it starts don't you?" She didn't mean to snap, but at this point she didn't care.

"It isn't that. We're both really sorry that it isn't going to work out." Collin said as he stood.

I'm sure you're sorry. She thought to herself. "Thank you guys for your time." She walked out the door and didn't stop until she was on the street in front of the building. Her mind was running a hundred miles a minute. She had put so much work in this brand, she had sat in all the meetings thus far, she had built an entire brand herself. She'd be damned if she'd let these two men get in her way. She needed to call Sierra, her best friend and assistant on this project. But Sierra took a backseat to Harry. She knew he may not answer her call, but it was worth a try.

The line rang a few times before she heard him. "Jules? Y'okay?" She moved from the middle of the crowded sidewalk. She leaned against the gray concrete of the building, relief flooding her body as soon as the words were out of his mouth. She hadn't expected him to answer the phone.

"Hey. Um, not really, no. I just left the meeting with the potential investors. They said no." It had stung to say it out loud. Of course she knew that rejection was eminent and it came with the territory. She just hadn't expected it after the initial meeting with Josh and Collin.

"Oh, did they say why?" She heard a door shut on the other end.

"They said it didn't push boundaries and it wasn't a smart invest. Is it because I'm a woman, Harry?" The last part came out more like a whisper.

"No no no. These two blokes jus' sound like dickheads."

"It's because I'm a woman. And men like that can't stand to see women in power. They don't want to even entertain the thought of a women calling the shots." She continued, disregarding Harry's comment.

"Jules, ya been showing me ya mockups, ya brand kit, and 's bloody brilliant. These idiots obviously don't know what their talking about." He tried to reassure her.

"It's just so frustrating, Harry. I've been working on this stuff for so long. And I swear the initial meeting went so well. But now, I'm back to the drawing board. If I don't get money, I don't get to move on to the next step."

There was a beat of silence. "Anyway, I'm sorry I called you. I know you're at the studio and I shouldn't be bothering you. You've probably got a deadline."

"Wanted to talk to ya. 'S not a big deal, okay. Listen, what if I invested in your brand?" Juliet laughed at his question. Harry stayed quiet on the other end.

"Oh, you're serious? Harry, I couldn't ask that of you."

"What if 's something I wanna do. I would be a private investor, no one would know. Ya can still call the shots." Juliet took a deep breath. She was overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness. But, she couldn't seriously ask him to do something this drastic.

"Harry, I don't know."

"Jules, I know what it's like to create things and wanna share them with other people. Has my path been a bit unconventional? 'f course, but I know what 's like to pursue something ya love. And I wanna help ya do the same. Will ya at least think about it? Please?"

"I appreciate it Harry. Of course I'll think about it." She could practically hear his grin through the phone.

"'f course. Wanna facetime later?"

"Yeah. I'll talk to you later, okay? Thank you."

"Ya welcome, love."

___

"There's Simon & West. Their head investor is Jackie West. It says here that Simon & West pride themselves on creating a diverse workplace. They created a firm where people are encouraged to be different and they celebrate that."

"How did I not find them before? I'm gonna call them." Sierra turned her computer screen towards Juliet and she quickly dialed the number.

"Simon and West, how may I direct your call?"

"Hi, this is Juliet Oliver. I would love to talk with someone about meeting with someone at your office."

"Thank you for your interest. Unforunatly, the earliest we can get you on the list, is November. Would you like to go ahead and put your name down?"

"Oh, um no thank you. Thanks for your time." She hung up and threw her phone on her couch. "They cant meet with me until November and it's June, what the hell?"

"Why don't you just take Harry up on his offer?" Juliet sat down at the kitchen island and looked over at her best friend.

"Because, I don't want to use him for his money. Besides, this is my project. I wanna be the one to do it." Sierra gave Juliet a kind smile.

"You can be so hard headed sometimes. It's okay to ask for help sometimes."

"I know, I know. I just want to try. His offer is still on the table." Juliet heard her phone go off in her living room and Sierra shut her laptop.

"I'm gonna go, I have a big day tomorrow. Lots and lots of photoshoots." Sierra collected her things and headed out the door. The two girls had been friends since they were in high school. Along with their other friend Kennedy. Sierra had been working for a  boutique in SoHo since she graduated from NYU. Now she was running their social media.

Juliet picked her phone up and saw a new text from Harry.

Facetime me?

She switched to the facetime app and clicked on his contact. It rang for a second before the call connected.

"'ey," he gave her a smile. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his hair was damp, like he had just taken a shower.

"Hey yourself. How was the studio?" She sat down on her couch.

"Good, we got some things done today. Did ya find another investor to meet with?"

"Well, not quite. I called another agency, one that would probably be great to work with. But, I couldn't meet with them until November? How crazy is that? God, it's the beginning of June. That's 5 whole months away."

"'m sorry that ya having a tough time finding someone. My offers still on the table." She smiled at him.

"I know, and I appreciate that."

____

It was a freak thing, really. How Juliet was able to meet with the investors at Lawson Financiers. She had talked with several people and Blake Lawson happened to be one of them. He had told her that he would love to meet with her, but couldn't meet until next week. However, he had called her the next day and asked if she could come in because he had a cancellation.

She walked into the office in Midtown with a newfound confidence. "Hi, I'm Juliet Oliver. I'm here to meet with Blake."

A blonde women stood from the reception desk. "Yes, right this way." Juliet pulled her phone out and texted harry quickly.

Going into my meeting, with me luck.

"Juliet, nice to see you." Blake shook her hand and motioned to one of the chairs in front of his desk. "So, I already looked through some of the things that you sent me. And I have to say, I'm impressed. I like what you've got. Tell me more."

"Well, first of all, thank you. So, I've been imagining this line in my head for years. And I finally sat down and brought it to life. I want to bring sustainable classic pieces to anyone who wants to dress chic. I know personally, I'm at an advantage when it comes to shopping. I have money and can buy what I want. I just want to bring quality clothing to others." He gave her a smile.

"I think it's a great concept. And I'm all in. I know typically it takes time for these decisions to be made. But I would like to invest in JO Collective."

Wow. She thought to her self.

"Don't worry, you don't have to make a decision right now. I would appreciate if you could let me know by Friday through. Will that work?"

"Yeah, of course. Thank you so much Blake. I'll let you know something ASAP." She shook his hand and left the office building. She pulled her phone out, Harry hadn't responded.

Juliet stopped for an iced latte on her way home. She had so many things running through her head. She was so glad that she had been able to meet with Blake. As she pushed her front door open she head the tv on. She swore she had turned it off when she left.

As she walked down the stairs she held her breath. When she reached the living room she saw him. Harry was sitting on her couch.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. Her heart was racing. He gave her one of his signature grins.

"Well, 've been missing ya. And I knew ya been going through so much. So, I decided to come see ya. Hope 's okay." He looked down at the floor and blushed a little.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't get all shy on me. Of course, it's okay." She wrapped him in a hug. "I'm glad that you're here, I have good news. I have an investor that's interested in the line." Harry's face fell a little. It was just enough for Juliet to notice it.

"'S not me." He let out a breathe.

"No, it isn't."

"Just wanted to help ya is all."

"I know. You really wanted to invest in it, didn't you?" She moved her hand to his face and let her thumb stroke his cheek.

"Wouldn't have offered if I didn't," She knew he wasnt trying to be an ass. He was just being sincere.

"What if I counter the invester I have on board. What if it's a partnership between their firm and a private investor."

"Dont feel like ya have to please me."

"No, that actually would be nice for my sake. It'd be you and me against the investors at this firm." He looked at her, and it made her heart skip a beat.

"'M in." He said and pulled her in for a kiss. It was slow and passionate. It lit a fire inside Juliet. When they broke apart Harry leaned his forehead against Juliet's. "Think we make a good team." _____________________________________________________________________

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The Team Dynamics of the Three Houses

Essay time! =D

Part One: Team Makeup and Thematic Framework Blue Lions

Overarching Theme: Classic basic fantasy archetypes but with a dark twist (We have Prince Charming/ Guilt-ridden softboy standard-issue JRPG protagonist, Handsome Lech/Idiot Friend, Standoffish Rival, Gentleman Thief, Lady Knight, Sweet nice healer, Adorable spellcaster Girl, the Gentle Giant etc. )

Composition: Has the most people with crests, and the one guy with a naturally occurring major crest. Foreshadows how the crest obsession is particularly bad here, due to Faerghus’ harsh environment and a society that’s both religious and has a serious element of hero worship

History: Notably the most tight-knit group. Everyone knows each other already. It’s basically Dimitri, Dimitri’s longtime best friends, the daughter of Dimitri’s former instructor who heard lots of stories about him and her super nice BFF who gets along with everyone... and Ashe, who didn’t know the others until the academy, but since he is a honest sweety who loves cooking and knight stories, he hits it off with the others right away. 

Atmosphere: Everyone has kind of the same hobbies (cooking, handicrafts, weapons collecting, knight stuff) and a lot of history, some posters have remarked on missing the “family ambiente” in the other routes but since the bonds are stronger they’re also more charged, it’s also been said that it’s the group with the most inter-team drama, especially when you feature in their relatives - You have Dimitri’s whole character arc, all the family drama between the Fraldariuses and the Dominics, Ingrid’s hangups regarding poor Dedue etc.

As expected if you recruit any of them they’ll kinda have a hard time going after their old home, even the tsundere ones. 

The Leader’s position: For all that Dimitri’s friends refuse to drop his honorifics they really are his friends. They’re just all kinda polite with the obvious exception of Felix, and he’s largely tsundere. Despite the afore mentioned drama we see plenty of Dimitri just hanging out with his friends and even coming to them for help, he’s really just one of the bunch . 

Since Faerghus is in chaos everyone’s pinning a lot of hopes on Dimitri and it’s not like he’s completely unaware of that or doesn’t have the corresponding sense of duty, he’s always torn between that and his revenge plan which eventually just takes over. He pursues this entirely on his own, too, with not even Dedue knowing what he’s sneaking around the library for. 

How this “flavors” part one: Gives it a very “personal” touch. Faerghus, it’s culture, recent past and current state of chaos are fleshed out a lot (we learn plenty about the Alliance and the Empire but Claude and Edelgard have greater scope plans) and since a lot of the part I missions concern the instabilities in the kingdom they affect the characters directly. Basically since they’re more “regular” fantasy protagonists we gotta hit em all with the Drama hammer to keep things fresh. And that’s how it continues - They follow Dimitri because of personal loyalty (both toward him specifically, and because it’s in their culture), and Dimitri just wants to protect (or avenge) the people he cares about. 

How this Ties into The Themes: The Kingdom route eventually becomes very much a Power of Friendship story where they all stick it out with Dimitri in his time of need because he’s their friend and they want to be there for him and that makes a lot more sense if there was a big emphasis on friendship/ found family before that, and of course their friendship is what eventually helps him turn his life around. 

How does Byleth fit into this: Dimitri, like Hubert and Leonie, can be filed into the box of those who aren’t immediately awed by their heroic charisma. He doesn’t really get people who aren’t as outwardly expressive as him (eg. Edelgard) But unlike, say, Leonie, Dimitri has no settings between crushkilldestroy and stilted politeness and seldom expresses or responds to overt hostility most of the time. On the one hand there’s a side to him that’s a bit judgemental and vindictive, but that extends to himself too so he’s very ashamed of his flaws and is afraid that he won’t be accepted, so he projects outward that same acceptance that he likes to receive.

So the end result is that he goes out of his way to befriend Byleth, he encourages everyone to speak with them in a familiar manner, insists that they join the victory celebrations etc. Then of course he gets to see that they’re actually quite supportive and so in time they become, as Dimitri puts it “the heart of the group”.

By the time they find out that Dimitri ever disliked them, that’s long past. He’s a very high-empathy, emotional person so once he likes you he really likes you and will regard your troubles like his own. Some ppl might say that maybe the bond feels more special since it took longer to “earn”. He’s practically ready to swear a blood oath with them once Jeralt dies.  There’s an unappreciated Symmetry here like he goes through the trouble to ‘defrost’ them, and then they return the favor by supporting him through his difficult times when they perhaps get to see the ugliest side of him.

Further Dynamic Notes:

So you have a dynamic of working past/ understanding and accepting each other despite one’s flaws and differences. (whereas Claude and Edelgard are interested in Byleth right away, because they’re unusual, but in slightly different ways - Claude can kinda relate to the experience of sticking out itself but is still stumped by being unable to read them, whereas Edelgard sticks out in the same way  so you’re actually on the same wavelenght to begin with)

“opposites attract” specifically in the way that they balance each other out. A cool steadfast leader type certainly has a grounding effect on Dimitri as a very reactive person, but he also pulls them into the ‘normal’ world a bit after they spend all this time just wandering the world like all places are the same to them. They basically put the magic destiny on the backburner to help him out. They still become archbishop and all to fit the standard fantasy look of it all but not like full messiah like on the church route

Even after the timeskip Byleth kinda plays the mentor role or at least that of the dominant person/ big spoon in the relationship (though Dimitri ends up waaay taler than them especially fem Byleth), “Excuse me this is my emotional support mercenary”

If you go the platonic route you very much stay at „mentor“, Byleth is basically the brains of the operation post timeskip ‘cause the old Mitya can‘t come to the phone right now and Gilbert and Rodrigue would follow him off a cliff

Plot wise, their contribution is to stop the revenge trip when it gets to be a too obvious kamikaze stunt, which they, as a relative outsider to Faerghus and experienced, pragmatic fighter, would do when someone like Gilbert would not

Character journey wise, they refuse to give up on Dimitri and still see the good in him so that he eventually comes to a point where he could envision his own redemption/ come to accept/forgive himself and learn that its okay to move on and live his own life

Byleth can be said to somewhat even out the flaws in everyone‘s leadership styles (while the house leaders help Byleth find their own direction – i didnt come up with this alone there was a brilliant post a while ago that i cant find rn) – In Dimitri‘s case, he has authority/credibility/integrity („Pathos“), being the rightful king with many loyal followers,  and emotional/ personal leadership as an emphatetic person who inspired respect for his character („Ethos“) but is lacking in plans („Logos“)

Golden Deer

Overarching Theme:  Ragtag Bunch of misfits /Unlikely Heroes (let’s see, we have trickster turned lying politician, upper-class twit turned opportunistic conservative, lazy rich girl,  shy glasses boy and his best friend dumb muscle, cursed werewolf girl, stuckup teen genius and the mean money obsessed one )

Composition: Has the most honest-to-goodness commoners - and they largely got in on their own merits, too, while almost all the others had connections. You have a few peeps from the Alliance’s prominent merchant class and one completely ordinary village person whose father was a simple hunter. 

History: Bar the two merchant kids none of them know each other and even they’ve been a little estranged since the demise of Rafael’s parents. There are a few backstory connections (Such as Lorenz’ dad basically having murdered everybody’s dead relatives, or Leonie’s village being in his territory) but they’re largely indirect. They come from a range of different backgrounds and life experiences. Even Claude just showed up the year before and doesn’t know anybody. Of course this is all so you can watch them grow into a team on-screen all leading up to Claude’s epic speech about how they got along despite being from different backgrounds (or be surprised if they show up as one post-timeskip)  

Unlike Dedue or Hubert, Hilda can still be napped early on because she doesn’t really become Claude’s right-hand person until halfway through part oneIf you recruit any of the deer they’ll say that they didn’t have that much ties to their homeland anyways. 

Atmosphere: These are definitely Garreg Magh’s party animals.  Or like a bunch of theatre kids. They’re tremendous fun. “Less complicated” as Claude puts it though some have missed the intensity/drama of the other bunches. The Alliance itself might be full of political intrigues but this younger generation is fairly chill with the important exceptions that are Leonie and Lysithea but Leonie’s lack of chill is largely Byleth-specific, she’s plenty chill in her other supports, and though Lysithea probably donated all the extra chill for the other deer and hence doesn’t have any left, the others  love her anyways wether she wants to or not because try as she might she can’t really get an argument out of them. 

This certainly jives well with Claude’s “friendly surface level extrovert” gimmick they all get along on a surface level and you’ll be hard-pressed to find an ounce of social skills in the Black Eagle house, and the Lions have the Drama Moments, but some have also perceived the deer as not quite as open. 

At the same time they’re not superficial. We have a large abundance of Artsy Ones, we have Ignatz, Claude and Lorenz both write poetry, Leonie isn’t good at it but she does draw etc There’s enough insightful ones for depht and insight to be a significant undercurrent in the group dynamics. They all have different sortts of insight - Hilda can read people well, Ignatz has this sort of intuuitive thoughtful understanding, Lysithea is observant and logically astute, Leonie has street smarts etc. 

The Leader’s position: Precarious. No one knows him, no one trusts him. He just showed up one day, very suspicious timing, not long after his uncle dropped dead (that was Lorenz’ dad but it’s not like anyone knows) and then he’s a shifty weirdo who cannot help being slightly unnerving despite his friendly extroverted demeanor. 

Still he’s a big believer in teamwork, appreciates the value in everyone’s perspective and he can do the friendly extroverted charm well enough to eventually win over most people based on that, though its not until waay after the timeskip that he even considers letting anyone past the soft outer layer.  (In Recruited, Raphael remembers him mainly a lover of feats and merriment)

The longer the story goes on the more the Deer transition to being “Claude’s jolly detective bureau” in which he pulls on all their individual insight for maximum info collection. 

How this “flavors” part one:  It’s taken up largely by Claude’s search for information with the various events being seen in that light.

Claude’s first reaction is often to ask questions and be curious with the emotional response hitting him somewhat later, though it’s definitely also that he keeps up a cheerful face for the team. 

Ironically he’s the only one who came to Garreg Magh for it’s intended purpose: To get a ruler’s education and do networking. Dimitri and Edelgard were already onto Thales courtesy of his having killed their families, him searching on his own, her making preparations for her takeover, and Claude doesn’t know - it’s probably a game balance thing because Claude is the smartest person in the game and if he started out with all the info there would be no plot. 

How this Ties into The Themes: It all builds towards Claude’s big speech about people from different backgrounds coming together. It’s like a microcosm for what he wants to do with the world, to bring people from different places and backgrounds together and have them understand each other.

Lorenz takes until halfway through part II to come around, but come around he does. (markedly, this happens only on Claude’s route, otherwise he sticks with the empire out of self-preservation and opportunism, though he gladly jumps ship to join the kingdom. )

How does Byleth fit into this:  Now I‘ve seen some people saying that Claude initially didn‘t like Byleth or just wanted to use them, but I don‘t think that‘s true. I do think he actually liked them, found them interesting and wanted to befriend them. But Claude, on principle, doesn‘t trust easily, and will in any interaction look at how he can use it.

It‘s a habit born out of both natural curiosity and intelligence (What the 12type eneagramm calls a „Mercury“ Personality type) and the need to survive in a hostile environment where people tried to kill him as a child, and as such it‘s automatic second nature. He has a strong overruling self-preservation instinct.  Claude is suspicious and will interogate people completely independent of how much he likes them. No amount of like makes him trust implicitly.

He doesn‘t have a bad impression like Dimitri, but he doesn‘t immediately click like Edelgard and the curve is pretty nonlinear: With Dimitri we have a clear progression from dislike to like and then the reversal where Dimitri had defrosted Byleth and now Byleth must defrost Dimitri. With Edelgard she likes them immediately out of similarity (like Felix likes Byleth, or like Edelgard likes Lysithea and Petra), and the difficulty/drama only comes later when Byleth‘s connection to the church and Edelgard‘s plots become apparent, but mostly she‘s sad that she‘s „destined“ to be enemies with this person she likes, her level of like never goes down. Claude meanwhile – you might compare him with Dorothea. He‘s used to being able to charm people as well as read them, and Byleth is not only a brick wall, but remains one upon closer examination. They really don‘t know about their past – but Claude takes that as evasions and becomes more and more suspicious.

A big turning point here is the Jeralt situation, where Byleth finally opens up and tells him everything, and Claude realizes they‘re not hiding. And that‘s something I really love about their dynamic – Byleth tells him all and Claude is so interested in them and looks out for them.

Though you could assign each of the three a „turning point“ after which they open up - The diary for Claude (which shows him that Byleth really isn‘t hiding anything) Flayn‘s dissapearance for Dimitri (which convinces him that Byleth cares) and the holy tomb scene for Edelgard (which shows her that Byleth won‘t betray her)

Further Dynamic Notes:

Claude and Byleth relate because they both stick out, but it‘s notably about the experience of sticking out in and of itself, whereas in Edelgard‘s case they stick out in the same way. They’re also alike in that they only found out some secrets about themselves when they were already young adults, Byleth’s magical destiny, and Claude finding out he was related to the ruling house. From how he mentions “not being raised in the lap of luxury” and how his royal connections in Almyra are also “distant”, he might in fact have been raised in a normal village and not known he was the king’s bastard son for some time, though once the secret was out he definitely got some princely instruction like training with Nader. 

The dynamic both interpersonally and as an action duo is very much a complementary one. Dimitri is very different and has that sorta morality chain dynamic going on. And though they each have their specialties that the other is lowkey jelly of Edelgard and Byleth actually fill a fairly similar niche as the charismatic superhumanly powerful field commander. Meanwhile with Claude there’s a division of labor: Claude’s the planner and Byleth’s the enforcer. He repeatedly observes that his plans would be way less effective without someone of Byleth’s caliber to carry them out.

Out of the three lords Claude is the only one where you get the sense that Byleth works for Claude post-timeskip or that Byleth becomes his subordinate. Dimitri’s lost without them, and while Edelgard offers them a formal position as royal advisor after the mock battle and gets this line about how they can’t yell orders at her in public now that she’s the emperor, but it’s phrased in such a way to suggest that she just wants them to yell orders at her discreetly. They certainly balance out Claude’s presentability/trustworthyness problem the way that Hubert quickly puts them in charge of morale to patch Edelgard’s PR shortcomings, but Hubert pretty much says this to Byleth’s face whereas Claude is the only one who knows where the ship is going for the majority of verdant wind. And in the end he’s like “Babysit fodlan for me while I finish world peace” He’s also the dominant one on an interpersonal level, he gives Byleth this speech about how they should use their position more confidently and promise to detective out their mysterious past for them. He also tries dropping hints that maybe Rhea’s not to be trusted though Byleth’s dialogue options are written to suggest that they bought her maternal act and want her back – some ppl said but this way really expositions that „well meaning deception“ aspect of Claude‘s character. He frequently steers ppl toward something they don‘t want but with the hope that they‘ll want it eventually. Perhaps he could be said to have a very fluid/dynamic view of things and people; The other two lords view them more as fixed, hence „I respectfully disagree… lets settle this by stabbing each other“ 

The platonic end result is your basic Epic Friendship, tell each other everything, very supportive, look out for each other, take down a zombie warrior together in an epic team attack, what more could you want I think I‘ve made a whole post about what a good friendo Claude is, initial ulterior motives nonwithstanding… He certainly had strategic advantages in the back of his mind but I don‘t think he ever faked liking Byleth

Plot wise, having The Messiah on his team gives Claude a bargaining chip to seize control of the church with its greater influence. On the other routes, he wisely refuses to touch that particular hot potato with a ten foot pole.

Character wise Byleth‘s influence largely serves to mitigate his jaded cynism. He starts to actually believe his far-flung dreams might happen, so he plays far less defensively than on the other routes.

Claude is smart and charismatic („Logos“ and „Ethos“), his main problem is that nobody trusts him. This is a bit more dimensional than just a flaw though, because he hides his real goals (though they are not truly sinister) both to avoid fights with people who would oppose these goals (contrast Edelgard who declares her intentions openly and deals with the fallout, so she has to fight the knights whereas claude manipulates them) and get the chance to gradually convince them and reveal the truth once ppl agree, also he‘s more a tactician than a strategist and often changes his plans in accordance with what he thinks is doable under the circumstances, and not telling what his plans are gives him the freedom to do that – either way, a downside of that is that no one trusts him. He lacks credibility and, having shown up out of nowhere, has less loyalty and support. Byleth, as a chrch-sanctioned charismatic figurehead, naturally mitigates that.

Black Eagles 

Overarching Theme: Subverted Villain tropes. We have Emperor Evulz / mad science supersoldier, Black Mage classic,  Seditious Chancellor Junior, Sexy Mage, Eccentric Scholar, Pretty Barbarian, Fighting Obsessed Blood Knight and Antisocial Sniper

Composition: It‘s nobles all the way down, even the one commoner used to be famous and is from the capital where all the wealthy ppl live (as opposed to the decentralied alliance and the very spartan kingdom nobles) – The capital‘s a heaven for culture and sophistication but you also see the evident elitism/corruption/inequality problem going on. In keeping with Adrestia being more secular, Ferdinand‘s the only one who‘s explicitly stated to be a believer (in the Marianne support) and he‘s not even super devout

One should also appreciate the irony that the side with the ‚saintly‘ crests is now against the church whereas Faerghus, ruled by the descendants of Nemesis‘ former allies and where he used to have his stronghold are now fighting for the church. But should you go with the church route it also makes a kind of sense as they‘d be goig back to the empire‘s distant origins in a sense.

History:  They all vaguely know/ have heard of each other due to their parents being co-workers or living in the same town, many have at least met each other but at the same time they‘re not BFF like the Lions and many take a bit to warm up to each other.

Another thing of note is that while many of the Lions‘ families were also friends and have been associates since the days of Nemesis, many of the backstory connections for the adrestian studenrs would seem to predispose them to being foes rather than friends, half their dads‘ essentially dethroned Edelgard‘s and are various degrees of complicit in what happened to her siblings, Petra was basically taken hostage by the previous administration, Dorothea has good reason to have beef with the local rich people etc

Atmosphere: I‘ve seen some ppl who played the other routes first say things like how they were struck by how individualistic they are and how there‘s far less team cohesion, or how they „all seem to hate each other“ - I don‘t think that‘s correct assesment but they definitely are quirky, independent-minded or both. They scamper off in all directions when introduced and definitely don‘t bother with formal politeness or friendly facades, if they‘re annoyed with you most of them will probably say so. Even Bernie gives Ferdinand a lecture once XD They‘re basically goth. Though I do think it‘s sorely underappreciated that there definitely IS friendship and admiration between them esp. later in the story, admiration & appreciation being key factors especially since they‘re none too easily impressed.

Of course being independent minded makes it likely that they wouldn‘t blindly follow a leader who‘s up to no good, but it would make them just as suitable to participate in a rebellion

Another thing of note is that while the Kingdom nobles all learned to hold sharp objects in the nusery and many of the deer have street smarts or survival experience having had to live through tough circumstances most of the Eagles are complete greenhorns when you first deploy them – sure many have seen their share of effed up stuff but not in a warlike setting. And you have many of the sensitive/reluctant ones like Bernie, Linny and Dorothea. This of course could either make you think twice about the church sending them on missions or predispose you toward Flayns brand of pacifism.

Of course this just leads to Hubert and Edelgard (and to a lesser extent Petra) to clearly stand out as the experienced ones. El-chan and Hubie dear have most definitely killed a man before. The rest of them will definitely have to measure up to pick up the slack after the two of them leave.

The trajectory certainly goes differently, in CF they all return notably more confident after the timeskip (most notably with Bernie) perhaps in keeping with how Edelgard believes in & promotes self-reliance whereas in Silver Snow they never quite stop being like „AAAAA“ though I suppose the point is that they get their act together and do the deed regardless.

The Leader’s position: Absolute both in terms of power (sorry Ferdie) and dynamics. Definite ‚student council president‘ vibe, she largely interacts with them as a taskmaster/ to make them do their homework. She markedly doesn‘t like this and would like to be one of the bunch but genuinely finds it hard to step out of boss mode.

She does try her best to cultivate an equal atmosphere and for what it‘s worth most do drop the honorifics and tell her when they disagree.  

How this “flavors” part one: The emphasis is certainly on expositioning how much everything in the setting sucks especially on the church‘s horribleness, I mean in the end if she‘s essentially like „We‘ve all seen it this past year“ but of course there‘s also definite foreshadowing that sHE is up to something, there‘s certainly peeps who picked her ‚cause she‘s pretty and she looked more put-together/less obviously dodgy than the others but then didn‘t personal taste wise jive with her character. The whole scene after Jeralt‘s death is definitely a point where you either decide you hate her or love her forever; You get both „WTF“ and „I get it“ type of dialogue options.  

How this Ties into The Themes:

No matter what route yo pick you essentially get a story about going your own way and putting right what the previous generations done fucked up – wether they do this by leading Adrestia back to its holy origins, or by backing Edelgard‘s revolution.

On a political level they either go against their homeland or the previous administration, and personally they‘re all sorta expected to take over their parents‘s job and follow these expectations of proper nobility that they have no interest in and many of them renounce their titles or cut ties with their folks. Only Ferdinand particularly wants his fathers job and even them he means to do it very differently. The happy ending, for most of the eagles, is getting to choose their own paths

How does Byleth fit into this: 

Mostly, they shift the team dynamics from Edelgard as the absolute leader in a lofty, distanced position to her coming closer to being „one of the group“ working under Byleth.

There‘s a reason she later names her elite troop the „Black Eagle Strike force“ in honor of their time at the academy. This is almost the bigger difference, because Byleth isn‘t there for the timeskip. The big change is caused by creating this situation where all the black eagles leave with Edelgard, so she knows she can trust them and having real allies needs the slithers less.

It‘s very hard for her to step out of boss mode for reasons ranging from her personality, backstory, monarch obligations and fear of vulnerability, but having Byleth be the boss for once helps. Some of her most formative experiences were a) Her family betrayed by almost all its allies including her own uncle b) being helplessly dragged around as a hostage. She wants to avoid being helpless ever again at all costs and thus grew to be a very proactive decisive adult which is mostly a good thing but can cause her tome come off blunt and unyielding at times. I mean when she‘s worried that Hubert, her best friend, is hiding some worrysome secret from her she‘s like „Tell me that‘s an order!“ and when he expertly sidesteps that (since he knows her well and understands that she wouldn‘t actually force it out of him) she‘s stumped and doesn‘t know how to tell him that she‘s worried about him – and this is a guy she knows since forever. With the other eagles she really looks out for them but can only really show it through her „leader“ persona, she has this one trick, and when it doesn‘t work (like with Caspar or Linhardt who don‘t really want anyone to boss them around or talk politics) she‘s stumped.

This is hugely mitigated when another person of her caliber shows up with whom she can share the responsibility or even leave it to them so she learns to allow herself to be soft and do stuff like admit her doubts, this starts with Byleth but also radiates into the other relationships. See Caspar and Linhard revising their bad first impressions of her later in the support chains

Further dynamics notes:

A recurring theme is being misunderstood (outright stated in the introduction and that one quote by ladislava – and also in the church route dialogues where Seteth says that „the people will never understand her ideals“ ) and finding someone who understands, which is different from Claude and Dimitri who ultimately want the world at large to understand and accept them. Edelgard has given up on that long ago - her version of the „pep talk“ scene implies she thinks its impossible to truly understand anothers sorrow – I like to think that after her siblings died she found great comfort in Hubert being „not much for condolences“ and talking plans rather than sympathies while everyone else was showing pity for something they couldnt understand. Dimitri is basically traumatized (he relates to Dedue about losing everything and thats why they‘re so tight knit), Claude is basically an outcast and relates to all that dont quite fit in, but Edelgard… yes her family‘s dead much like Dimitri‘s, but in addition to that, she has been through an indescribable science fiction fantasy thing that no one has any context for. She views herself as so altered that she considers herself a whole different person and her past self basically dead. Hence someone like Byleth or Lysithea who could relate to all that is very, very tempting to her – we‘re not told if that‘s the truth or just her perception though, Hubert doesn‘t note her being extremly different, and later on she kinda admids that she herself distanced herself from other people.

Likewise the ship dynamic is ‚birds of a feather‘. Edelgard tells you right away: She feels that she and Byleth are similar and is drawn to them because of that. It‘s not just the mad science background,  both are stoic natural leaders with a bit of a dorky side. This goes both ways – While others are often mildly stumped by Byleth, she can read them pretty well and gets a lot of dialoue like „wow you‘re telling the truth“ or „I can tell you‘re lying“ - that happens so often that it‘s even used to hint that she‘s the flame emperor.

If you had to name a dominant person it would probably be Byleth but overall this combination is disntinguished by being relatively equal and balanced. She likes having Byleth‘s support but repeatedly mentions wanting to support Byleth as well  - As she says after the big mock battle, „sometimes its better to have someone to rely on to support each other through the darkness“. Team dynamics wise they feel a similar niche – the abnormally powerful, stoic charismatic leader who inspires many followers and is a gifted field commander. When they‘re not allies they are foils after all. But as pointed out in their A support despite their similarities each of them have their own particular strenghts that the other envies – Byleth is a better tactician and ultimately better at moral support (though their time powers help). On the flipside, Edelgard is more proactive whereas Byleth struggles with that, and at least her 22 year old self probably has more raw strenght (judging by her stats total and how they‘re evenly matched in the church route reunion cinematic though she isn‘t using her preferred weapon)

If you don‘t marry her then the note the A support ends on would suggest that Byleth sorta gets adopted as a honorary big sister/brother with how El asks them to use her childhood nickname and just lampshading the sense of kinship between them – the platonic outcome is a family bond, which buils as much on similarity and alikeness as their romantic outcome

Plot wise, Byleth‘s presence gives Edelgard something that she wouldn‘t otherwise have: Reliable allies. This means not just Byleth themselves, but the other Black Eagles whom she feels are more firmly on her side as they never defended Garreg Mach from her assault. As she puts it when she tries to recruit you as the „Flame Emperor“, the slighterers will go around causinga strocities but with the sword of the creator on her side she could courttail that better and generally has less need to coorperate even for purely pragmatic reasons so she is free to weaken them ahead of time, kills Cornelia right away rather than work with her etc. Interestingly this is why the front lines are actually further back when Byleth returns than they are in the other routes, but then the war ends the quickest.  

Character journey wise, Edelgard goes from being convinced that she has to give up everything to be a tough leader to allowing herself to just be a person, cummulating in the ending where she pulls a washington/cincinatus, abdicates and gets a normal life.

In terms of leadership style, Edelgard has „Logos“ and „Pathos“ to spare, she‘s described as a remarkable leader who inspires remarkable devotion and has a cause/ rationale – but she‘s got her weakness with inspiring loyalty on an interpersonal level. The followers are loyal to the cause – Edelgard herself is perceived as unapproachable and shady/unsavory, see Dimitri‘s rant about how she‘s „strong“, or statements by herself and Ladislava that people tend to misunderstand her. As a superhuman science experiment she is by definition not a „relatable“ leader. So once Byleth proves trustworthy Hubert immediately puts them in charge of morale and of support/pep talking the reluctant recruits.

(In part II we‘ll get into decision making processes but I think here we have to separate by route rather than house since it’s most evident post-timeskip and dependent on plot events.)

Team Dynamics and Decisionmaking

Empire Route

Here, there is a very clear distinction between inner circle and outer circle. Edelgard and Hubert have their own thing going on and once you prove loyal, you’re in, and you get to see a whole different side to both of them, Edelgard lets down her guard, Hubert acts polite and sympathetic where he was previously suspicious and mocking, and they basically tell Byleth everything, including the unsavory pursuits that they keep secret from everyone else – but overall the secrecy, maintained for realpolitik reasons, never truly stops. Basically those three make all the decisions.

Notable is that if you’ve recruited Lysithea she hovers on the threshold between inner and outer circle. She was fed the cover story of the nuke being a church weapon (though she did’t buy it) but WAS told about the secret assault on Arianrhod. This is prolly cause Edelgard likes her, she can become her main advisor in their paired ending.

Kingdom Route

Dimitri describes himself as as someone who thinks change should come from the people and that the leadership should serve them, for all that he prefers to uphold the basic order of society, and this is reflected in his leadership style – though this also reflects that he is a ‚people person‘ rather than a planner, so the plans are left to his advisors like Byleth, Gilbert and Rodrigue. He is more the emotional/ spiritual lynchpin than the mind or will of the group.

In Azure Moon, especially later on, the decisions are really made by the entire group and you see them considering their next step together. Dimitri spills the backstory as soon as it comes up, telling everyone about his relationship with Edelgard for example.

In early part 2 this is at an extreme in that Byleth, Rodrigue and Gilbert are de facto making the decisions and Dimitri is at best a grumpy figurehead that they‘re putting up because they need him as a symbol, but at the same time he doesn‘t really compromise on his revenge obsession and is just dragging the whole team along/ not really reacting to how they are making him the lynchpin for their hopes. (though it is important to note that he didn‘t ask him too either – they decide to follow him out of friendship or loyalty to his house) yet inwardly Dimitri too is blindly following what he believes are his obligations.

A huge turning point is when he returns after the whole rain conversation and Byleth gets to ask him some variety of „What do you want to do“ in which Dimitri makes a step toward both inner and outer self-directedness, but precisely because of that becomes are more complete/better consensus leader.

I also want to stress that Claude and Edelgard LOVE togetherness and cooperation and equality as concepts every bit as much as Dimitri does they want to be one of the team but they find it difficult. And of course Dimitri’s style has its own flaws too

Alliance Route

While the Blue Lions decide everything together and either variation of the Black Eagles setup has an „inner circle“ that makes the decisions, in the Golden Dear that inner circle is basically just Claude.

Even Byleth doesn‘t find out his plans until part two, and it‘s later still till he comes clear with the team (and still doesn‘t reveal all but points to Cyril as a stand-in) Hilda and Lysithea are discernable as preferred right hand people, and Byleth and Marianne as special confidants, but in the end Claude rarely shows his real self and only he knows the plan. If Hilda and Lysithea pick up alot about him and his true self it‘s because of how observant THEY are and how much Hilda is basically a lot like him.

Claude does all the thinking and motivates followers (from Lorenz to the random merchans who support him) by promising them things they want – because even if he can‘t trust peopöle, he can trust their self-interest.

Church Route

Since you are with the church that is ideally a sort of benevolent parental authority under the supposition that people need guidance and that‘s a good thing it is perhaps fitting that though Byleth winds up the nominal leader, this is actually the route where they are more of a follower. They do watch Seteth says, who is doing what he believes is his duty and mission, and we have Flayn as an innocent, pacifistic voice.

They lost their dad, and the Nabateans are a sort of surrogate family. (wether its one that youre born into or marry into, the wiord „family“ is stressed) – they are the „inner circle“ making the decision and the empire kids, ragtag misfits estranged from their homes, follow. On the one hand they‘re going against their home country on the other they have the saint‘s blood and Adrestia USED to be church aligned so it also makes a kind of sense.

Among the Adrestian kids themselves, Ferdinand and Petra get a chance to shine as the ostensible leaders. They are stalward, competent leader-like people in CF too , but there they are more overshadowed by the much more experienced Hubert and Edelgard.  - Though when you think about it they are like „pure hero“ versions of them who were never forced to become as cold and pragmatic. Ferdinand, like Hubert, is a nobleman from a storied family who is proud of it but wants to fix its tarnished reputation from his corrupt father. Petra, like Edelgard, is a former political hostage who experienced hardship at a young age and worked her way up all on her own, being very serious and competent despite her young age. I prefer the version where they stay buds rly.

It‘s worth noting that Seteth, ‚Heir of Purpose‘, sees it as their families duty to protect Fodlan and is the only one really doing that – his brothers noped out, and Rhea, uneknowst to him, twisted „protect“ into „rule/subjugate“. One might question who gives him the right to decide things because his mom is magic but on the other hand he really is 100% benevolent and I see no sign that he has any greedy intentions especially in in Silver Snow, all the countries collapse and someone needs to keep order, he doesn‘t understand what the empire‘s doing and why just sees their agression and really is rising to the challenge of upholding peace because something needs to do something about the violence. He had withdrawn to protect his daughter but then in the end he‘s the last one who is really doing what Sothis would have wanted. He looks most like her too having the slightly darker, ‚spikier‘ hair.

Further Thoughts

I’m curious to see how Yuri, the Ashen Wolves, and Cindered Shadows compare/contrast to this and i theyll manage to make the dynamics sufficiently different so that its neither a carbon copy or a blabk mary sue ish superlative. 

I mean the other routes are so interesting to dissect because its a tradeof and all have their own flavor so really CS would do better to try to be “different” or, better yet,  “complementary” than “better” or “cooler”

[bubbyleh]

I See La Vie en Rose - Chapter 8

cw for fighting and blood

Chapter 8: Owe It to You

Tommy: WOULD ONE OF YOU PLEASE ANSWER YOUR PHONE Tommy: PLEASE Tommy: THIS ISNT A JOKE SEND HELP NOW Tommy: I CANT DO THIS I HAVE JOSHUA IM SURROUNDED BY MORTALS Tommy: DARNOLDS HERE YOU GUYS

Tommy almost slams his phone towards the ground in frustration, but he resorts to just gripping it tighter. After all, any noise would alert the skeleton currently tearing the museum apart of their hiding spot behind an overturned display table. Joshua trembles next to him, clutching his arm and wrenching his eyes shut. And Darnold…

“I can’t believe it,” Darnold whispers, mostly to himself. His eyes are blown and distant. “Skeletons are real. I… I thought they were a religious metaphor, or something.”

“Skeletons are real,” Tommy confirms, but he quickly focuses on Joshua. “Josh, you- you need to recall yourself right now.”

Joshua whimpers. “I-I’m trying!” he says, “But I can’t! It’s not working!”

Okay. Okay fine. Just another real quick addition to the to-do list Tommy apparently has now. He can’t take Darnold up too, the Viewing Pool isn’t rigged that way, but he can at least warn him.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Tommy places a hand on the side of Darnold’s face, turning him to face him. “I was going to tell you.”

Tommy grabs onto Joshua’s shirt, and…

Nothing happens.

No that can’t be right. Tommy tries again, wills himself to appear back in the Viewing Pool, but the scene around him doesn’t change. And Tommy notices, for the first time, a distinct lack of a divine connection that he usually feels.

In the few times Tommy has fought a Skeleton before, never has he lost his escape home. He’s not even sure that they have the power to do that! Did… did his family do this?

“Tell me what?” Darnold asks.

Tommy grits his teeth to stop himself from shouting. Can SOMETHING go right today!? He shoves both his phone and Joshua into Darnold’s arms.

“If someone- if someone texts me back, tell them what’s happening,” he says.

“What are you-” Darnold starts, but.

Well.

It’s kinda hard to continue your train of thought when your boyfriend, who normally looks like a regular person, turns into a faceless figure of light wearing princely attire. Tends to leave people speechless.

While he may not be able to get back home, Tommy can still teleport. It’s short range, sure, but he isn’t going too far. Jumping over the table would, after all, give away Darnold and Joshua’s hiding place. In a flash of light, he reappears on the other side of the room, standing atop a pile of rubble from the museum’s collapsed ceiling.

The Skeleton is too busy wreaking havoc on the museum to notice him, and Tommy has the vague notion that it might be looking for something. Wordlessly, he gathers divine energy around his hand and fires it at the Skeleton. A concentrated shot meets its target head-on.

It falls to its knees, but with the creaking of bone, the Skeleton turns to face Tommy.

Damn it, not enough.

The Skeleton rushes him, and though Tommy’s quick to sidestep it, he isn’t able to avoid the punch it throws. What the fuck!? How does it hurt so much!? It’s a bone hand for fuck’s sake!

That might be a broken nose. As Tommy stumbles back, gripping at his face, the Skeleton continues its attack. It seizes his shoulders, pressing hard into them. And when Tommy looks up into its empty eye sockets, it

he

he feels

cold.

they’re so

empty.

he wants

he can’t

he

A piece of rubble collides with the side of the Skeleton’s head, and all at once it’s like a spell is broken, and Tommy can think again. The Skeleton releases its grasp on Tommy, causing him to fall on his ass. It darts towards the source of the projectile, and Tommy looks up and sees…

Darnold.

He’s left the overturned table, and he’s standing out in the open. He’s shocked still, but Tommy isn’t! He can’t let that thing reach him! Another burst of energy fires from Tommy’s hand, hitting the Skeleton in the spine.

The Skeleton drops forward, and Tommy knows he doesn’t have much time, getting to his feet and scrambling to catch up. He puts all his power into a divine stomp and crushes the Skeleton’s head under his foot.

That does it. The bones turn to ash under him. He heaves a sigh.

As what remains of the Skeleton fades away, Tommy begins to hear noises. Cheers, elation, excitement.

Oh right. The other museum patrons. Damn, he’s not used to these fights happening in such public locations.

Tommy looks up, towards Darnold. His staring at him, his eyes a mix of confusion and amazement. Tommy’s heart aches, just a little bit. He nods towards the overturned table, hoping Joshua is still there. Darnold seems to get the idea and makes his way back.

Once again, Tommy teleports. The transition of wounds from light to flesh sucks, and Tommy hisses. Opening his eyes, the first sight he’s greeted with is Joshua jumping on top of him.

“Uncle Tommy, that was so cool!” he rambles. “You beat up the bad guy, and you were shooting at them like you were a cowboy! Why don’t my dads let me watch you fight!?”

Then Joshua looks up at him, his expression souring almost immediately. Tommy doesn’t understand at first, until he feels his own blood dripping from his nose. Oh yeah, that happened.

“Tommy?”

Darnold’s back, a sad look in his eyes. He kneels beside him.

“I- Darnold,” Tommy stammers. “I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything, let’s just-”

But Darnold doesn’t let him keep speaking. He pulls Tommy into a hug, burying his head in his shoulder.

“I was so scared,” Darnold whispers.

For a moment, Tommy is stunned. Then, he wraps an arm around Darnold, feeling a sharp sting where the Skeleton grabbed him. “Yeah,” he admits. “I was- I was too.”

☆○☆○☆

The three of them make it back to Darnold’s apartment in one piece. The place is still a mess, but there’s enough room to set Joshua in front of the TV so he can watch a cartoon. Tommy disappears into the bathroom to clean off his face while Darnold keeps an eye on Joshua.

It hurts to touch around his nose, but the bleeding has stopped and Tommy is eventually able to wash away most of the blood. But the jolt of pain everytime he moves his arms reminds him of…

Of whatever the hell that was. Tommy has never even heard of Skeletons being able to do that, let alone experience it firsthand. Just thinking about it gives him chills. Not to mention the fact that the divine tug from home is still missing, and he still hasn’t heard back from anyone! Kind of makes Tommy feel like it’s the end of days, which isn’t fun!

Tommy shakes his head. He can’t get scared now! He has to have a serious and important conversation with his boyfriend! Maybe one he should have had earlier, if he had found the time or the words…

Stepping out of the bathroom, the first thing Tommy notices is the fact that Darnold was leaning against the wall next to the door, waiting for him. He startles, but Tommy doesn’t see the disappointment he expected to be written all over his face. Instead, Darnold just looks concerned.

“Everything’s good?” he asks, fear tinting the edge of his voice. He catches sight of Tommy’s nose and winces.

Tommy nods. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” He tries to smile.

Darnold only frowns. “I have a feeling I’ll be worrying a lot after this. Do you wanna talk in the kitchen?”

Tommy glances towards the kitchen door. While he’d like to say yes, that would put a wall between them and Joshua. And with everything happening, Tommy’s not sure he wants to take his eye of the little god anytime soon. But the kitchen is really the only place in Darnold’s apartment to sit and talk, considering he uses the couch to pile notes…

Wait hang on?

“You cleaned off the- the couch?” Tommy questions.

“Uh, yeah,” Darnold confirms. “I thought Joshua would want to sit on the couch, but…”

They look towards Joshua, who is sitting way too close to the TV for comfort. Yeesh, if Tommy didn’t think he needed glasses before now…

“We can talk there?” Darnold asks.

“Yeah,” Tommy says.

The second he sits on the couch, Tommy decides he’s never letting Darnold put his research on here again. This thing is way too comfortable to not be supporting humans.

Darnold practically collapses next to him. “So,” he says.

“I’m really sorry I- I didn’t tell you about this, before,” Tommy repeats. It definitely would have been an easier blow if not for current circumstances. Dang, he really messed this up.

Tommy’s shocked when Darnold takes his hand in his own. “It’s fine, Tommy, really,” he assures him. “Tell me now?”

“O-okay.” Tommy takes a deep breath. “I’m the God of Discovery.”

Tommy is able to witness Darnold’s thought process in real time. He squints at Tommy, then looks away for a second, then looks back.

“I’ll believe it,” he nods. “What else?”

“All my friends you’ve met are- are gods too. A-and so is Joshua.”

This one takes a little longer for Darnold to come to terms with. After about ten seconds of internalizing it, Darnold claps his hands together. “Okay! It, uh. It makes sense, yeah,” he rationalizes. “I do need to know who’s who, though.”

“Well, Josh is too- is too young to have a domain. But Bubby’s the- the God of Fire, Coomer’s the God of Strength, Gordon’s the God of- of Order, Benrey’s the God of Chaos, and, well,” Tommy swallows. “Um, you haven’t met him, but my dad is the God of Time.”

“Mhm,” Darnold nods, very clearly trying to keep his cool. “That- I don’t know what to say to that!”

Tommy places a hand on his shoulder. “Take your- your time. Like a… like the biggest crop that grows all season!”

Darnold’s head falls into his hands, but Tommy can tell that he’s laughing.

☆○☆○☆

It takes a lot of explaining, but eventually, Tommy manages to get Darnold on the same page as him. They end up leaning against each other while watching cartoons with Joshua. Occasionally, Darnold will mumble out another question (“How old are you actually?” “Five-hundred thirty-seven.”), but for the most part they are quiet and enjoying each other’s company.

Darnold seemed concerned when Tommy said that he couldn’t get in contact with the others, or even make it back home, but he quickly hid it. He assured Tommy that it’s only been an hour since they lost contact, and he should wait a bit longer before getting worried.

Tommy glances at the clock, and yikes! It’s two in the afternoon! Though it’s not a typical day by any stretch of the imagination, it’s still Joshua’s naptime! And now that he’s paying attention, Tommy notices the kid is actually rubbing his eyes a lot.

“Crap,” Tommy says. “Darnold, uh- Joshua needs to take his- his nap.”

“Oh.” Darnold looks around. “Well, I have a spare blanket and pillow, do you think he’s okay on the couch?”

Tommy thinks so, and the two of them split off to set up Joshua’s impromptu nap. But just as Tommy manages to corral Josh onto the couch, Darnold showing up with the pillow, he feels something.

A tug. Not a physical one, but something divine.

“Ugh. Darnold?” Tommy turns to him. “Are you- are you okay watching Joshua for a bit? I think I can head back now.”

Darnold tilts his head. “You’re not taking him with?”

“I-” Tommy frowns. “I’ll come back later, it’s just… I have a- a feeling it’s a mess up there.”

“Alright, I get it.” Darnold crosses his arms, but he does smile up at Tommy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Tommy kisses his cheek. “Text me if- if you need anything.”

And with that, Tommy heads home.

☆○☆○☆

Tommy’s return is not met with fanfare. No shouts of joy, no exclamations about his broken nose. There’s nobody around, but there are signs of them.

Signs of them like how the entire Viewing Pool pavilion is littered in scorch marks and cracks, completely destroyed in some parts. The stillness of it all mocks him.

What the hell happened here?

[bittersweetmelxdy]

Hey if its alright could I get some Victor angst where Victor is about to confess to mc but he overhears her on the phone with Gavin after he's been shot. Where she is begging him to stay awake and keep talking with her cus she loves him and cant stand to lose him. (Btw i love your writing 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💙❤💓💕🧡💜)

Well I’ll tell you, this was so hard to write, I didn’t want to break Victor’s heart, but you wanted angst, I hope you like it (I don’t know if that’s the right thing to say, I’m breaking Victor’s heart) Like always, any feedback is welcome (because this is my first time writing angst) :)

Title: Of Darcys, Bennetsand FitzwilliamsPairing: VictorxMC (onesided), GavinxMCWarnings: Pining and angstWords: 1372

As Jane Austen once said“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laidthe foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that Ihad begun.” Victor had read the book shortly after his mother had gone toFrance, as he remembered she would always say that it was her favourite book.And he begrudgingly understood the appeal of the book, the complexity of thestory, Austen’s commentary on the social climate of her day. But he neverunderstood the Colonel Fitzwilliam unrequited love situation, the man clearlyhad feelings for her, but did nothing about it, due to his social circumstances, and instead chose to suffer in silence,allowing his cousin to come and sweep the heroine off her feet. Victor alwayssaid to himself after reading that book at the age of 15 ‘I will never putmyself in that situation, I will never be a coward in love’. 13 years laterit turns out fate was ready to make him swallow his words like a bitter pill.

He didn’t expect it, when she came barrelling into his office, pushingpast Goldman and stopping him dead in his tracks. As soon as he locked eyeswith her, he should have known he was already too far gone, so he did theresponsible thing, buried his feelings under levels of sarcasm and dry wit. Fromthe very first time he agreed to her proposal, that she “would change hismind”, he had not only fallen headfirst into the rabbit hole, but he had walkedwillingly into it.

He had even turned up at a shoot she was doing with that superstar Kiro,just to see her. He had snorted at her attempted at making pudding, and whileshe was preoccupied with her work, he had secretly replaced the puddings shehad made with the ones he had made at Souvenir. Taking them with him to hisrestaurant, he had stared at it on his counter top for a solid ten minutes, chinresting on his hands, before finally picking up a spoon to take a bite,“Horrible” he had said, as he finished both pots of pudding he had swiped fromthe set. He thought back to earlier when he had walked her back and stoppedtime in order to spend more time with her, he knew that she had noticed, andwhen he glanced down to see her bright eyes fixed on him, a soft pink blush onher cheeks, he thought maybe this ‘crush’ wasn’t so bad.

Business Trips were always something out of the ordinary, but he neverwould have expected to be dragged from sleep at 4 in the morning, for aquarterly report. Despite how tired he was, he still stayed on the phone withher and listened to her melodic voice reel out data and statistics. Hanging upthe phone he stared out the window as dawn broke over the horizon ‘Maybe Iam a fool’ he mused. But as he lay back down for one last hour of sleepbefore he had to get up, he wondered when was the last time he felt so at peacefrom a phone call.

Weeks later, he as he carried her unconscious body from that abandonedset, he had never felt so protective over another person. She was that girl allthose years ago that he had saved from the car accident, and he couldn’t helpbut mentally berate himself ‘I thought she seemed familiar when he had savedher from the car the other month. Why didn’t I make that connection?’ He cradledher close to his chest and vowed aloud that he would never let her be hurt bythose people again. He was ready to take that leap and tell the woman in hisarms, that he had fallen for her, “despite his better judgement”.

It turns out after that incident, both of them were so busy that theynever ran into each other, he would catch glimpses of her as she came to dropfiles off with Goldman, but by the time he was able to abandon what he wasdoing to go after her, she was gone. Days and weeks went by until he wasfinally able to accompany her on set, with some half-baked excuse about‘supervising flight risks’. He watched her fondly, as she ran around the set,jumping from conversation to conversation, directing her team in order to getthe perfect shots in the fewest amount of takes. She paused for a minute to tieher hair up when her phone rang, she tapped a guy with white hair who to behonest in his opinion dressed like a delinquent and pointed at her phone. Theguy nodded and she walked off to answer the phone call, with a suspiciouslysweet smile on her lips and a bounce in her steps.

After 20 minutes, the crew started to get a little antsy at the absenceof their head producer, so the white haired guy she was talking to before sheleft offered to go look for her, and to everyone’s surprise Victor also foundhimself volunteering to search for her as well. Victor walked down a few corridor’sand he then heard the sound that sounded like a choked sob, fearing the worsthe ran towards the corner that would lead him to her. But what he heard nextstopped him completely in his tracks.

“Gavin, what do mean, “don’t worry”! You’ve been shot, oh course I’mgoing to worry!” She said sniffing.

Victor pressed himself up against the wall, hidden from her view, andalthough he would say that eavesdropping is a terrible practice, he had toknow. He had to know. ‘Gavin? Wasn’t that one of the guests she hadpreviously on Miracle Finder? What’s their relationship?’ She went quietfor a minute, sniffling and making noises of agreement to the person on theother side.

“I know, I know, but Gavin stay with me please, no…no…no, stay with me ‘tilthe ambulance gets there... What? They’re here, good, listen to the paramedics, and go with them to the hospital. Please, I love you, I can’t lose you. I can’t, listenI’ll be at the hospital when you get there. Why? Gavin! I love you; I’m notleaving you, not now not ever.”

Victor’s blood ran cold, his heart was thumping in his ears, and he waslosing his grip on reality. He only vaguely heard the following conversation, ashis head felt like he was swimming underwater, his lungs unable to draw inenough oxygen, also added to the lightheaded feeling he had.

“Hey Boss Lady, everyone at the shoot- Hey what’s wrong?”

“Minor, Gavin’s been shot, I’m heading to the hospital now, can youhandle the shoot without me?”

“Of course! Call me when you get there!”

“Will do!”

It had been a long time since Victor had had a breakdown, his backgroundalways taught him to hide his emotions but he couldn’t stop it bubbling up. He frozetime and sank to the floor, broken sobs almost choking him. He covered his eyeswith his arm, and knocked his head back against the wall, the physical painfrom that injury not even coming close to the emotional pain he was goingthrough. He loved her, he had fallen so hopelessly in love with her, it wascrazy. She was ditzy, clumsy, naïve, she had every trait he thought he hated,yet whenever she displayed it, he just thought she adorable. In the midst ofhis emotional torment he remembered that book he had read all those years agoand he finally understood what he had never understood before. She wasElizabeth Bennet, headstrong, fierce and someone who just couldn’t take youreyes off, but he wasn’t Mr Darcy, she’d already found him, and he’d swept her cleanoff her feet. He was Colonel Fitzwilliam, doomed to be in love with a woman hewas unable to have, and having to suffer through watching her love someone elsein the way he would die for her to love him.

[trueslove]

✧･ﾟ: * (  park jiwon  ,  cis  female ,  she / her  )  have  you  seen  violet  hwang  around  ?   i  hear  the  twenty-one  year  old  is  working  as  an  art  director  .  did  you  know  they  have  97  love  alarm  points  ?  if  they  ever  want  to  be  truly  loved  someday  they  should  ease  up  on  being  temperamental  &  enigmatic  .  at  least  you  can  say  they’re  disarming  &  convivial,  too.  /  love alarm blocked

                     hello  !  im  xan  and  ur  watching  d*sney  channel ...  just  kidding  we  do  NOT  support  big  corporations  who  just  wanna  take  ur  money  😔  im  22  ,  from  the  est  timezone  (  even  though  my  sleeping  schedule  ...  does  not  reflect  that  sjbdwjkbdjdw  )  &  i  go  by  she  /  her  pronouns  !  im  gonna  be  honest  this  intro  is  gonna  be  completely  winged  so  buckle  up  ....  and  meet  violet  😋 

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full name: violet hwang. 

nickname(s): vee, vivi.

zodiac: tba....

sexuality: bisexual.

birthplace: manhattan, new york.

current residence: toronto, canada.

aesthetics: maraschino cherries at the bottom of a glass, driving with the windows down at night, unanswered text messages, black nail polish, the sound of rain hitting the windowpane, kissing and not telling, smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes.

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     backstory ! 

was born and raised in nyc baby ! she’s a true city girl, grew up in lower manhattan ( the financial district if u wanna get specific ) to a family with lots of $$$$ thanks to her father’s position as a ceo of an investment bank located on wall street 

life was pretty smooth until she was 17 and her father got arrested for embezzlement and fraud </3 it was actually a huge scandal for the investment bank he worked for because it was a whole group of higher ups who had been in on these crimes. basically a bunch of already rich men trying to get richer ... disgusting ik /: 

her life changed pretty drastically after that ! the hwang name was all over the news, their family was pretty much disgraced by high society in nyc, not a very fun time for anyone but especially not for violet’s mom 

after her dad got arrested violet was uhh high key furious with him for ruining their lives with his greed and she wanted nothing to do with him, but her mom couldnt let go. she was still defending him, spending the money they had left on lawyers which included the money the family had set aside for violet’s trust fund that she would have had access to once she was 18 </3

 so her plans for college changed pretty drastically JSDBJWBDJW ( goodbye ivy league education ) she actually ended up getting into the university of toronto for visual studies on an academic scholarship 

so she made the big move all on her own....moved into a tiny dorm...and vowed to reinvent herself. she didnt wanna be labeled as the daughter of a white collar criminal anymore so she just made it a point not to talk to much abt her past to anyone 

her struggles as someone who grew up with $$$$ turning into a broke college student made for some embarrassing but funny moments <3 luckily though everyone else had their own struggles so no one found it suspicious JSBDJWBDJ

when love alarm launched three years ago, violet had just started college so it was really the Big thing anyone and everyone was talking about. since she’d never been a fan of other dating apps, she wasn’t gonna download it but her roommate at the time convinced her ! at first it was fun, just something she didnt take too seriously 

fast forward to graduation and she’s snagged a job as an art director for a little local museum, doing freelance art directing on the side to help pay the bills. low and behold one day a photographer hires her to be the art director to a shoot they’re doing for a badge club member who was in a very high profile and public relationship at the time

violet ended up working with that photographer and badge club member a handful of times, enough for her to catch fee-🤢 catch feelin-🤢 i cant even say it .. she’d never rung anyone’s love alarm before, so of course her first time had to be with someone who was already taken </3 safe to say she ... freaked out 

she was embarrassed above all else, but also heartbroken bc in her head like ... why would someone who literally is part of an exclusive club based on ppl ringing their love alarm care that she rung theirs ? she didnt think it’d be a big deal to them the way it was to her ( but also didn’t stick around long enough to find out jsxbsjbdjw ) 

when she was offered the block she didn’t hesitate to use it figuring it’s better if no one knows her romantic feelings ever again like that /: she’d delete the app but a part of her still likes knowing there are ppl out there who DO like her like that so ... Rip truly 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     personality + tidbits !

she comes across as ... kind of a bitch SDJBJWBJWBDW it’s truly not on purpose she just has a pretty serious resting expression most of the time ( so she looks mad or annoyed even when she isn’t ) and she’s pretty difficult to get to know ? not to mention the fact that no one has ever witnessed her ring someone’s love alarm .. so all that combined just makes it easy to assume she’s some sort of ice queen when that’s far from the truth /: 

violet really isn’t one to open up too deep to people, but that’s got a lot to do with the past she’s kind of running away from ! so if you’re her friend most of the stuff you know about her is probably surface stuff, but when she’s close to someone she can make that fact hard to realize ? she just has a way with making the people in her life feel important so it’s easy not to be focused on how much you know about her 

never bothers to correct the people that misjudge her. if you don’t like her, if you want to make up assumptions and rumors about her, go ahead like violet really won’t stop you which can sometimes make meeting new people difficult </3 if you’ve seen the dating class webdrama chuu was in she’s kinda like oh seyoung’s chara joowon 🤧

if she wants to, though, she’s pretty good at getting people to like her / trust her ! she does this a lot in professional situations, which is why she’s been doing so well as an art director so far despite being so young 

she’s also very loyal to her friends ! if you can’t ask for extra sauces at mcdonald’s....if you can’t make a phone call to your credit card company explaining that a $3,000 charge to starbucks wasn’t you.....she’s your girl <3 since she’s relatively not bothered by the way people see her ( unless it has to do with her past ) she’s usually the one speaking up if someone she cares about can’t 

after the ... incident ... JSDBWJDBWJ she’s really not a fan of the badge club and everything it stands for ): BUT she continues to do art directing work for a lot of the members when they do photoshoots, or instagram campaigns, or if they have a pop up shop, etc. it’s good money and she needs every penny considering she’s living without support from her family 

cannot cook to save her life so she’s always eating out .. this really is why she’s taking those more high profile jobs she can’t budget .. but it’s better, safety wise at least, that she continues wasting her money on takeout aha <3 

pretends she’s not a romantic and is all about the ~casual flings~ but really she’s just afraid of serious feelings and the idea of a serious relationship ... it’s the trauma 😔 constantly jokes shes gonna bring the tinder whore era back JWDBWJBDJW she is sick of this true love nonsense ! ( the irony of this url ahaha... ) 

she’s the most social after a few drinks, since drunk her isn’t burdened by a mind that overthinks literally everything the way she is sober. if you don’t supervise her though she can get pretty carried away and probably get into some kind of trouble so she’s definitely not the person you want to be in charge on a night out !

really wants a dog but doesn’t think she’s cut out to be a pet parent it feels just as scary as the idea of having an actual kid so ... BDWBDJW if you have a pet ? she’s gonna be living vicariously through you <3 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     wanted connections !

the photographer that hired her / introduced her to the badge club member she ended up having feelings for 

the badge club remember she had / has feelings for because we love suffering 😈

old roommates from college !! maybe even the one that got her to download love alarm in the first place hehehe

also a current roommate / roommates because your girl can’t afford to live on her own <3

someone she’s confided in about her past ( maybe they judged her for it and had a falling out, or maybe they remain confidants ) 

an ex bf or gf she dated while she was in school ! she never rang their love alarm ( even though this was pre block ) so maybe that’s why things ended between them. or maybe they never rang each others and it was just a mutual thing where they both didn’t really have feelings for each other and tried to date anyway and it didn’t work. or perhaps they dated and when violet realized she was starting to have those feelings she dipped before she ever got a chance to ring their love alarm bc she didn’t want to be exposed like that and commitment is scary ): 

spare best friend ? i’d use a knife emoji to show you how serious i am but i dont wanna scare anyone away aha .. i would just love a best friend plot 🥺

current flings / hookups or past flings / hookups ! i imagine most of them to not be serious but it would be kinda cool if there was someone she’s seeing now that she’s got the love alarm block that she’s actually falling for considering she’s never gonna be able to ring their love alarm hehehehe

people she art directs for !! i imagine she’s got a pretty long list of employers ( from badge club members to regular folk  🤧 ) so it would be cool to have people who hire her for stuff, or who collaborate with her for artistic endeavors since i’ve noticed we have a lot of artsy muses <3 

ummm maybe an enemy. but where it’s like .. the hate isn’t even that deep it’s just like oh you dislike me ? well i dislike you FIRST 😠 and they insult each other and try and sabotage each other like five year olds fighting on the playground like it seems super serious to them but to everyone watching it’s like ... can you guys just get over it you dumb babies KSDBSDBWD like they could probably be good friends if they just .. stopped 

and you’ve reached the end of this NOVEL of an intro post JDBJWBDJWBDW im literally so sorry i tried not to ramble but ..... its just who i am </3 please come shoot me a message to plot !!! you can use tumblr ims but im way more available / quicker to respond on discord so if u wanna add me there and plot u can find me at junhee mr. soft hands ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172  i also did not check this post for typos so if u find one ... mind ur business 😭😭😭 

[dememarquette]

Office Raid

I heard a knock on the door, flaring my temper. I'm not usually this impatient, it's just that time of the year. Tax Season. My primary line of work is in Greed. Meaning, I pitch businesses, get them started, and hand over the keys. I do accounting in the background, ensuring my clients maintain their wealth so they can enjoy it. That, unfortunately, includes managing their accounts. I know every tax break in the book. It's all a matter of playing Tetris with finances to keep them happy- for, say...hundreds of people. If not thousands. Because of this, everything between January to April is a nightmare. I have hateful quotas, and my free time is sank into inane questions like 'How can I claim my employees as dependents?' The batshit accounting of my multi-million dollar clients doesn't happen overnight. My schedule is clean of new patronage until April 12th, but lot of good it does when they still arrive at my door. I wanted to put up a sign, 'Come back in May.' "Come on in." I say instead. Julia would kill me if I turned down anyone, regardless if I was up to my eyeballs in W-2's and Form SS-4's. "But make it snappy." I said snappy- I know I did- but I think he heard 'blast my goddamn door open.' The seven foot panel blew off its hinges, sailing across the room at an flawless horizontal angle. I stared as it smacked against the wall, cracking the already-unstable structure. I gave the curious incident the benefit of doubt. This is Hell, after all. I couldn't jump to conclusions to accuse my guest- But the moment one armored boot stepped into the room, it became a safe assumption. The forth circle isn't known for its sturdy craftsmanship but he was still pleased with himself. He sauntered in like he'd receive an ovation. I did stand, but it was scantly out of reverence. "Hello." I said, at a loss. "Why don't you make yourself at home?" "Demetrius Marquette," He announced, standing grandiose just inside the entry way. Decked out in red and gold, the familiar uniform took such majestic inspiration from the Romans that it'd be impressive if it wasn’t set off by a swampy water cooler in the background. "I am Arodeus, and I have orders bestowed upon me by the 6th Choir to terminate you immediately." I don't know how one is normally supposed to oppose a declaration like that, so I did my best. "...Not guilty," I reasoned. "Of which part, exactly?" "...All of it." His head canted. One arm eminently held a thick document to his chest like he was here to strongarm a petition on climate change. "The dozens of counts of violating your celibacy vows? Sacrilege? Fraud? The hundreds of documented instances of simony during your time as a member of the clergy? And all of the Hellish transactions that succeeded it?" He posed. "All of that?" I considered carefully. Yeah. Checks out. "Hey, uh- listen. It sounds awful when you word it like that, but my application was fifty pages for a reason. By the way, who let you in-?" "Consider it rejected." With practiced dispassion, his wrist flicked. The ream of pages scattered across my office floor in a manner about half as cool as he pictured it. I recognized my giant letterhead anywhere. Alone, it presented a very large problem but in the category of 'will kill me now' versus 'will get me killed later,' the angel was in the former. "You know what?" I took a generous step backward. "Totally understood. Thanks for stopping by." "Not that easy." His wings snapped, and he shot across the floor. I had a split second's notice to move. That manifested as a genius two foot teleport to the side. His reflexes were faster. My tail was yanked a sharp pull to the left. All 200lbs of my weight was shifted off center, rocking my balance. I fell forward straight into his fist as he lobbed an uppercut at my ribs, working with gravity to double-team me. 'Fuck-' I folded as the air was forcibly vented from my lungs. Retaliating in that instant, I wrenched my elbow to his gut, but he was prepared. Agile, he suspended himself to take the force out of the blow. My hit simply guided him in the air of where he'd float next. I stumbled with his weight gone suddenly, while he touched ground for a graceful landing. "Did you even read it?!" "Oh I read it. We all did." "It wasn't your mail!" "No-" He pondered. "No it wasn't. Not until your name was flagged as a repeat offender. At which point, yeah. It was ours. Good read though." "Thanks?" I combusted to appear at his side. I learned that the hard way what his answer to that was. My hand connected, and if I had taken Tak's punching class I was sure it would have cracked. The moment he lost sight of me for the barest of seconds he threw up a shield. My knuckles skinned where it graze off the surface. I had no time to re-evaluate before the wall disappeared, priming him to deliver another kick. This one rocketed me into my bookshelves. They tipped, threatening to crush me with the likes of the Intradimensional Exchange Rates and the Necroeconomicon, but held steady. Arodeus was already closing in for a second round, but I could already feel the air tense for a second shield. Knowing better than to go on the offense close range, I lifted my hand to fake out a hook. It worked, long enough for him to to summon a defense just for me to spark a fire inside it. It flared bright, a globe of flames that ignited him like a goddamn lava lamp. He howled out a sharp note of agony before it popped. The blaze released, and the forcefield burst in a wave of Holy heat. His wings flared wide, putting out the unassuming fires in one pump of his wings. His feathers were left dusted with ash, frayed so thin it looked like he hadn't used conditioner in two years. Still, even if he looked like a BP oil spill duckling, he was more humored by my counter than threatened. As someone who was actually proud of that maneuver, that was actually very concerning. I threw my hands up, making it clear I never intended to cause the damage I didn't actually reap. "Listen guy, I don't want to fight!" "Ah, great! You don't have to!" He grabbed my client chair. I reared back into the wall behind my desk. A moment too late I realized that it happened to be against the most priceless fixture of my office. I couldn't tell if it was out of spite or sudden inspiration, but he held the chair over his head. My eyes widened- "NO! No! N-NOT-" And hurled it into the glass. "-the fish tank!" I cried. "You ASShole!" A torrent jetted from the top, breaching my office with an aggravated geyser of mineral treated water and glass. Katy perry's Last Friday Night sputtered into distorted gargling as the damage claimed everything. The atmosphere of Hell turned my desk into a grill; my gobies and angelfish fried instantly. The rest erupted into a veil of steam, obscuring me long enough to crawl under my desk. I yanked open the drawer, hand blindingly reaching for anything of use. Scissors, letter opener- I'll take a Montblanc if it meant not being defenseless. The angel rounded the corner, tearing shit up as he passed. He couldn't see clearly so anything vaguely smart and stylish was destroyed in his warpath. My lamp shattered against the wall, and my accent table overturned, with my artisanly selected selfies lost to the destruction. I very much doubt his memo for my extermination today included office renovation. He was being a dick, and my neighbors on either side were complacent jackasses too. They throw a fit if Lady Gaga was belting it too hard but you bet my asskicking was music to their ears. And because my intuition stops short of fisticuffs, he found me too soon. Cornered, I blasted him in the face. The inferno lasted all of two seconds as the shower behind him put it out and doused me in turn. He reeled back, leaving my hand to fizzle out in a thin line of smoke. "Shit-!" Arodeus drew a reedy breath through his teeth. He cradled his face, one palm to a shiny, fleshy cheek. It healed in a glow of white, alighting the skin until there was no trace of trauma at all. His grimace of pain turned into a cheerful 'ta-da,' showmanship for my benefit. I hadn't ruined even one of his perfect eyebrows. On my very short list of lines of defense, that was it. "Oh come on!" I angled to take a shot at his kneecaps but he got me first. One kick to the spine of my seat, and he tipped it on its wheels. It bashed into me one, two, three times in rapid succession. Defending myself meant getting a hand caught in the metal bars and slammed ­­­­into my face. The collateral damage from my elbows alone drew blood. I was crushed up against the wall of my desk like a 1980's nuculear drill. An attempt for freedom put me in the perfect spot for a forth blow knocked my knee into my jaw. I slid to the ground, favoring my side. My world blurred- a smear of reds and oranges- as he snagged my collar, and fished me out to the open to be salt-waterboarded. "You do realize I'm just an accountant right?" I croaked. A stream was still cascading over the jagged glass, spilling directly onto my face and the nape of his neck. His charred wings were being weighed down, but he made up for it in the delighted posture of a man about to finish the job. Borrowing his words, it would not be that easy. "389 hostage souls say differently." "What? Hostage-?!" I squinted through the burn. "They're not hostages. They're legally attained!" "Gee, I hope you kept the receipts." (For the record: I did, but he wasn't here for semantics.) The heat of a holy fist charging up was unmistakable. My vision was still flickering through static but his power presented itself as a flare of white in my retinas that'd be debilitating had I not had protection. Just before the hit would land, I was reminded of a prior engagement. My office phone beeped- the antiquated hunk of plastic, too ancient and powerful to be bothered by the sizzling fish carcasses and water damage. "Mr.Marquette, your 2PM?" "Yeah!" My head lolled. "Send them in!" My attacker snapped toward the door, and I disappeared under his weight. - - - Cross-planar, and thousands of miles away, I hit the sidewalk in a limp. I had moved without thinking, landing in a pleasant suburb bathed in spring's afternoon sunlight. It served as a delightful contrast to how I was feeling- which was shit. I was screwed. I was so fucked. If the angel was worth his salt, I'd be tracked right after he dealt with whoever walked into my office, no matter what corner of the globe I popped to. I was running on borrowed time, and with all my options exhausted, I turned to my phone. My contact list spun like a rotary. Demon, demon, demon- Why am I friends with so many demons? The thought was counter-intuitive to me before 2013, now they made up half my friendslist and are completely useless in the face of celestial opposition. I slumped against a tree as I searched for alternatives. I recognized the neighborhood as upstate Washington, a personal spot for me. It shouldn't be the first go-to in an emergency, but I was concussed and apparently craving foie gras. Down the block, surrounded by a beautiful lot of imported cars, Chez Tzaz stood tall. No other spots were coming to my bruised brain when I needed them most. But it was as safe of a spot as any when it came down to it. At least there I had a bouncer. Not only that, but it sparked a sudden moment of clarity. I jerked the scrollbar back up to the top. Adria. I shot off a text. It was unfortunately less than polite. [2:03 PM] do u mind calling rock me amadeus off my back!! Her response was instantaneous. [2:03 PM] WHAT?? WHO?? [2:03 PM] the angel sent to my office!! said he was there to kill me?? i thought you said you'd warn me!! [2:04 PM] ARE YOU SERIOUS?? WHERE ARE YOU?? I twitched my thumbs volley a text back but arguing in the distance caught my attention. Someone without a reservation had made it to the door and was causing a scene. Sure, I was still seeing stars, but it was hard to miss the glaring refraction of light off their heels. That damn uniform again. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach. [2:05 PM] they are at my restaurant too??? That has to mean my apartment has already been raided. And my vacation home. And who knows what else. I'm not modest with my brand. Anything that has my involvement is emblazoned with my logo- I've plastered it everywhere I could make my mark because nuance isn't my strong suit. The unsaid consequences of this made my head pound. [2:06 PM] IF YOU ARE CLOSE ENOUGH TO SEE THEM, YOU ARE CLOSE ENOUGH FOR THEM TO SENSE YOU. GET. OUT OF THERE. I wanted to. I truly did. But all of the locations I could visualize in my mind belonged to that of other demons. Archer's apartment just thirty minutes away, Niko's office who already suffered a remodeling this year, my favorite cafe- I didn't want to drag my trouble to them. Especially not when it was looking inevitable. Meanwhile, in the distance my dutiful hostess was patiently and condescendingly explaining the dress code policy just like I taught her (armor is NOT formal-wear post the 1700's, please see the handbook). The distraught angel launched into full riposte about her obstruction of justice, so much so that I ignored my phone for ten whole seconds. By then, Adria already had an essay, surmised with a frantic, 'What are you going to do? I'm serious, where are you?' rephrased a spectacular three different ways with various usage of caps lock. [2:08 PM] im at chez tzaz. washington [2:08 PM] WHAT? WHY? WHY ARE YOU STILL THERE? [2:08 PM] why are THEY here??? The text bubble popped. The three ellipses disappeared with her abandoned thought, and I was left on read. I couldn't tell if it was a bust. Not until I heard the timely flapping of wings behind me, noticeably less toasty than Mr.Arodeus. The sound should have made me panic, but I had no doubt who it was. "What did I say? Are you an idiot?!" She hissed. As a cordial 'hello,' she shoved me into a tree. "Go!" "Ow?!" "You can 'ow' when you're safe!!" "Well?? Where do you want me to go, huh? They can find me!" I thought about jumping to whatever I could think of. Maybe to the first thing Google maps would suggest, but for it to work I had to seriously think about my location before going. At that moment, I wasn't sure if it was possible. It felt like my mind was jumbled to the point where if I tried again, I'd end up in the exact same spot. Did I also mention I felt safer by her? Because that too. She combed her bangs back, stressing as she craned around me and the tree to view the angel at the door. Looking between the two of them, they matched. How narrow was the chance that she'd be on my execution team? "Friend of yours?" "I told you to stop pushing it! They definitely have a kill order on you now." "What fantastic information that would have been earlier." "I. TOLD. YOU!" She shot back, barely restrained. Scratch that- her voice was kept low so she had dibs on killing me first. "I told you this would happen! You have friends right? Go to them!" "And endanger them too?" "Go to someone, I don't know, capable!" "You?" "Not me!! I have to deal with this." My hostess was now calling security. And in the face of one haughty college student, the angel apparently felt the need to as well. Now there was two of them, and the arrival of the second seemed to register on Adria's radar. She turned around at the same time- -And looked like she was about to blow a gasket. "Oh my God- you need to go NOW." "And what are you going to do?" "This isn't about me Mr.Sends-My-Lifestory-to-the-people-who-want-to-murder-me! LEAVE! Now!!" "I can't-" "NO! No more talking! LEAVE!" I couldn't argue any more. Our bickering caused two heads across the way to snap up. She gave me one final, violent shove, and I disappeared to the last place muscle memory remembered her pissed at me. The cowboy strip club was a start. - - - Six hours later, I was across the United States and checked into a motel. After my headache faded, I broke up my trail into pieces, ranging from teleports, taxis, and one distressing trip aboard public transport. Under the assumption that no angel would dare subject themselves to the general populace on such intimate terms (see: wedged between the lunch rush and earlybird boozers), I felt safe. Adria did not. "This is my fault." She said, for a third time, pacing the floor. I looked up from the pages of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine, spoon in mouth. The first time we had this conversation, I was covertly panicked. By the second, I wore myself out. And by the third? I have more productive things to talk about. "I knew it was a bad idea. I knew they were doing raids-" "Do you always do this?" It couldn't just be me noticing it, that there was something egregiously wrong with this picture. She was an angel- a Power, a soldier of Heaven's prestigious battalion- worrying this hard over a demon she met two months ago. Don't get me wrong. I get it, I'm charming, I'm suave, and maybe in the right light my atoning adds a tragic depth to my character that may drive the angels wild- But I was still just that. A player on the opposite team, who made a huge mistake that got me booked in the first motel who'd take cash instead of card, until I was sure I wasn't being followed and I looked presentable enough to see my friends again. And she was here with me, inexplicably, trying to make my screw-ups her own. Why? I had no idea. "Do what?" "Overthink." "This is not overthinking!" She said, denial in gusto. I began worrying a lot less when her catastrophic thinking began siphoning all the energy in the room. That left her fretting on her own, while I examined Martha Stewart's upcoming Spring line. I much preferred being told how to pick the perfect counter-top than conduct my own life. "I should have been the adult. I shouldn't have sent the letter knowing what was going on upstairs." I snorted, flipping a page idly. "Don't take credit for my plan." "I'm not taking credit, I'm taking responsibility!" "And why would you do a thing like that?" She rolled her eyes. "What are you going to do now? Tell me." "Easy. I get Dr.Nikolai to write me a doctor's note." "Really?" She stopped, sudden. Her tensely folded arms fell loose. Taken off-step of our normal rhythm, I almost didn't have the heart to issue a reality check. She caught up to me in the next beat though, defeated with a heavy sigh. "Aren't you afraid..?" "Yes and no." I shrugged. "I need this to wrap up. I already miss my shower and my kitchen, I mean look at that-" I waved a hand at the sad, sad kitchenette through the door. One half-wall was fencing it off from the living room. It sounds trendy in theory, but the execution here had bar stools doubling as coffee tables, and the bite-size microwave trying to hop the border. The whole layout was claustrophobic, and pretending that this was the biggest of my problems worked for me. Not her. She plunged onto the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. Her bangs fell over her eyes in a tousled mess that matched her fringing braid. My busted up face didn't hold a candle- looking at the two of us, you would have thought her life was the one turned upside down. "You aren't taking this seriously." "I'm taking it seriously, Adria. Are you just trying to admit you are afraid?" "Yeah! Yeah, I am actually! It's like every time I try to help I only make things worse!" "Well that's funny because I refuse to do anything but believe you helped me." I shut the magazine, scooting to her side, with Ben & Jerry's in tow. "I wanted my name up there. Guess what? Now it's there. What's a little clout?" "Clout," She spurned, tired. "Would you call what he did to your face clout too?" Her hand delicately lifted to assess the damage but I ducked away. Not today, ma'am. I shifted my shades like it'd cover the bruise bleeding down into my cheek bone. It wasn't the worst of it. I imagined my chest to be a blotchy bovine pattern by now, but I sensed her concern for what it was: another way for her to feel worse about herself. Another way to be a failure. "No touching." "Yeah, well. Here's the rest of your things." She tossed me a bag. They were necessities I requested. The woman had yet to get herself an iPhone but had no problem grabbing my shopping list of moisturizers and specific detergents. The Green Giant wasn't on my list (it was her own addition to my list of demands, which she loving refereed to as 'shit you ACTUALLY need') but she grabbed that. Punching the bag into submission seemed to give her reprieve when just saying she helped didn't. I watched her pulverize the frozen vegetables, under the guise of breaking them up for me, until it was just sad and vaguely terrifying. The Quick And Easy Dinnertime Medley didn't deserve this, nor did she. Something bad was going on in that head of hers- guilt. I didn't understand it, but I know I didn't need to because it was ridiculous to begin with. "Hey. Heeeey," I leaned into her shoulder. "I don't know why you're so broken up about this but it's fine. I'm the one who should be worrying right?" "But you're NOT. I am! And I can't help it, okay." "You helped me, alright? You did," I rescued the bag, putting it against my sore ribs like she originally intended. "You did something for me no one else could. And for some reason that wasn't enough, and now you're here!" "Yes." She admitted, biting her lip. "Doing nothing." "Nope- nope. You're leaving out the cool part. You're here breaking three heavenly laws in the process." "Definitely." "Like a rebel. Like a spy. And my hero~" "And getting you putted on a most wanted list by mail, and delivering frozen peas? They should make me a saint, too." "Yup. Saint Kyriakoloupoulos, Patron of unconventional assistance." I said, mocking prayer. "And fists. If only I invoked you then." You could tell she wanted to answer something else melodramatic and guilt ridden, but her gaze fell to my hands.

The beginnings of a smile tried to set in, trickling in through the recesses of her totalitarian 'No Fun Allowed' conscious. "...Did you even get a hit in?" I grinned, quickly concealing my bare knuckles behind my back. The worst of it was healed to superficial scrapes, which regrettably looked a lot less cool when trying to impress a girl with non-existent fighting prowess. "Depends. Are you rooting for my side?" I pretended like I wasn't expecting a specific response. That the wrong one wouldn't disappoint me, and that this bag of groceries may be the last piece of divine intervention I get out of this woman who already followed me down to the strip clubs of 2nd, and was now tagging along my fugitive romp across America. But she didn't. She pulled her legs up onto the bed, trying to mull over my question as if the answer wasn't clear on her face. She always was a bad liar. "Maybe." "Thought so. Ice cream?"

[starryeyedkid]

first day of school

so, yesterday was my grades orientation day (because of covid we had to do staggered first days by grade) and it went pretty well. i got a teacher i wanted and i know who my teachers for each of my subjects. we get to do cts this year, we basically just go to different schools and learn skills ranging from cooking to metal work and that kind of stuff. seems fun. i chose art as my options class, though i am a bit nervous because apparently it was the most popular option, and i just know its going to be super noisy all the time. 

as for extra credit things, they opened up the sports teams again. theres volleyball, badminton, basketball, track and field, cross country, and dance works. i know for a fact i’m not doing dance works or any of the running/jogging ones. i’m not doing basketball because of all the fuckboys who think they’re in the nba when they play. i’m considering volleyball but i might do badminton just to be safe. other then the sports, i also plan on joining the schools leadership committee. i did it last year and i enjoyed contributing to the our school’s spirit days and fundraisers. plus the teacher is very nice and shes taught all my siblings, so we have that connection going on. i also want to join the racial justice club. it was added to our school last year due to the rise of the blm movement, which makes sense. i joined it last year. i’m a proud blm supporter and i want to do my part as a non-black poc, so i’ll most likely join again this year.

it took me so long to figure out the spinny locker lock thingy. i couldn’t do it last year because of covid but this year i finally get to have a locker. to my understanding and just so i cant have it written down somewhere, its 3 times to the right and land on the first number, then twice to the left and land on the second number, then to the right land on the last number. i eventually got the hang of it, so i should be fine. i’m next to most of my friends in the other classes, which is fun. i get to talk to them for like a minute in the hallways and while we’re getting stuff out of our lockers. sadly, theres a new phone policy. last year we could have our phones during lunch and stuff, but now they have to be stored in our lockers or they’ll literally kill us. during the assembly our principal went on about how we had to ‘disconnect’ as if they didn’t hold us captive for 6 hours during online school. ugh. 

overall i’m looking forward to this year. i don’t think its going to be as bad as last year, but we’ll see in a month when i make another entry based on how much i want the year to be over. 

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

Avengers Endgame-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 1)

Lessgoooo

Okay so I lost like the entirety of my post when my phone died so whoopsie. Lots of sadness for nebula, Tony, Scott Lang, and Thor. Frustration with time travel because no movie ever gets it right, yadda yadda they are about to go back in time to get the stones.

Whatever it takes. Hoo boy

“See you in a minute” AGHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO AGGHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Gonna cry ago... ughhhhh nooooo

Back in 2012 babyyyyyy

Lmao smart hulk embarrassed at the much cooler hulk

Cmon smart hulk is so lame compared to op hulk

Oh cool that the ancient one was fighting off chitauri

She’s smart huh

Out of body experience

Fatty thor

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Jane!

Sad but Thor

Oh momma dearest

She’s looking out for Loki getting him soup and books

Go say good bye to her Thor!

Rocket slap him

Good rabbit

Yea rocket!!!

Lmao poor Thor. He’s been on earth too long.

Go say bye to Frigga.

Morag okay

Last time they’re gonna see Nat...

Nebula and Rhodey duo

These smiles ain’t gonna last forever...

My heart...

Old Gamora again

Ugh this guy again... Thanos.. just die...

Poor nebula. Okay how the heck is nebulas camera connected... oh poor nebula... Dangit time travel...

Loki babyyyyyyyyy

That’s America’s ass

Ew strike team

These plebs

Right to hydra...

They do look like bad guys

Loki baby

I miss you so much.

Flick me

Lmao

Free fall

Thank you hulk for not taking the elevator and giving us Loki.

Hail Hydra.

That was easy lmao.

I too hate stairs hulk.

My beautiful Loki

Axe body spray lmao. So that’s what he wears for years. Where even Loki can tell there’s two starks in the room.

I’m so happy to see Loki again.

Poor past Tony. Heart attack.

Lmao Loki knows somethings up

RUN AWAY LOKI DO IT

Yesssssssssssssssssss

Hahahahahahahahaha and thus the show happens

Steve stop swearing

Oh lmao old cap thinks new cap is Loki

“I can do this all day.” “Yea I know... I know.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA our Steve sounds so whiney lmao

Oh sure throw away the shield and scepter why don’t ya.

Ouchhhhhhh

Peggy compass

BUCKY!!!

Lmao he mind controlled himself

Stop checking out your own ass Steve 😂😂😂

Soooo does the ancient one know about the TVA? Those timelines and branching look a lot like the TVA timelines.

Uh oh. Bruce. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that?

Or?

Oh no.

Oh phew okay.

Wasn’t the ancient one black in the comics?

Oh poor nebula again... she literally can’t not be suffering...

Why is she on a network lmao.

Oh no. Please don’t hurt these other nebulas. AGGHHHHHHH

Lmao enhance

Oh dear oh dear please just let nebula catch a break

Frigga!!!!

Frigga is very perceptive

AHHHHH IM GONNA CRY AGAIN

Lmao so Jane is gonna get the aether removed. I wanna see Steve going back and having to inject the aether back into her lmao.

Lmaoooo why do they keep calling rocket a rabbit

Thank you momma Frigga

Lmao just taking this Thor’s hammer

Okay that’s so sweet. He’s so surprised he’s still worthy

Lmaooo

Peter quill is back

What a dork lmao I love him so much

Annnndddd smack!

What’s that light orb you’re holding Rhodey?

Sorry Rhodey but movies aren’t reality

Ouch. You good nebula?

Poor girl.

I love this duo.

Quick escape go

Oh no

Oh no

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand suddenly Thanos’ moral compass is gone. Now he’s gonna try to kill everyone. Poor nebula...

Please let her be!!!!!

Guys grow up

Brain time cmon

Poor Scott lol

New Jersey babyyyyy

Was that stan Lee?

How’d they get access to the compound lol

Aaaaawwwwwwkwwwwaaard

Awwww dad

Howard Potts

Hug please

Yesss the classic antman helmet

Pym particles. How lucky they are compatible.

Man poor Tony he wants so badly to tell his dad.

Whaddya see cap?

AWWWW PICTURES OF HIM ON PEGGY’S DESK

Peggy!!!!

Oh man

Steve don’t be a creep. She can probably see you. It’s a window.

Poor Bucky lmao...

Awwwww Tony and Howard. Man.

HUGGGGGG AWWWWW

Jarvis hahaha nice

Howard is gonna be quite confused when his son starts looking like that random dude

NO NEBULA

Aghhhhhhhh

Please let her be...

No!!!!

Wait so how does good nebula come back from this?????? AHHHHHHH

Vormir? Oh no... I’m not ready to cry again...

Please no....

Piss off red skull

No.... please no.... why... who built this dumb tower?????

No no no no no no no no no

Whatever it takes...

Nat...

Clint...

I’m gonna cry.

I’m crying.

I know people say it should have been Clint but this is the hero’s way.

Fight to the death, but for their own death...

I’m crying I’m crying.

Nat...

“Let me go.” “It’s okay.”

I’m crying so badly

I’m crying Even more than for Loki idk why. I think it’s because we saw Nat more and learned more about her. But I love them both so much.

Rest In Peace Nat... we won... your sacrifice wasn’t for nothing.... I promise...

I’m crying again they’re all finding out about Nat

Oh my gosh I’m sobbing like a mess

Give her a damn funeral

I’m sorry thor... but dead is dead.

I’m crying so badly.

Poor hulk.

Poor Nat.

Poor everyone.

Honor her.

Nebula, please... know your character development. You saw other hers memories

My face is literally soaked with tears oh my gosh...

You can do this hulk... do it for Nat.

Dammit nebula please...

AGGHHHHHHH NEBULA CMON

Specify comes home safely please

Thumbs up from Thor

NEBULA STOP

AGHHHHHHHH

Where’s good nebula? She better be okay.

Who’s phone?

Go get your gf Scott

Clint go to your family

Oh no

Thank God Tony activated that armor thing huh? Too bad he took it down immediately.

Look, I hate Thanos. And his morals completely flipped after learning he died. But no matter what, it’s better than his comics’ motivation. In the comics he literally did it do, guess what? IMPRESS LADY DEATH. Thanos was such a simp in the comics he committed cross universal genocide JUST to impress death who is a corporal being.

Thanos don’t be lazy

Sister bonding time

Poor nebula. Hug her please. YEA GAMORA BABY

At least we are done with the time travel.

Okay, Thanos has no power here, please just kill him now and quickly.

Just do it... please...

Nice beard thor. Didn’t know lightning acts as a hair stylist

Oooh I like the music here as they approach Thanos. Very Zelda boss like.

Just kill him. Stop the monologuing.

“Now, I know what I must do.” Ooh? Double the resources like you should have in the first place? “I will shred this universe down to its last atom...” oh...

Thanos... use your brain. There has to be one somewhere under that purple mound you call a head.

Why are you guys just watching him and listening to him monologue. Just kill him already. Should’ve killed him before he put on the armor ya dummies.

How is Thanos, now without any stones, able to put up a fight? Against all of them in when Thor could take him down when he had all of the stones?

Save em Scotty!

Clint living his own alien isolation experience

Yeaaaaa that’s not the nebula you know Clint...

Cmon Gamora

Lmao poor Clint so confused

Oh. Nebula killed herself to save Gamora. TVA where are you huh? Shouldnt all of these guys from the past be considered variants???

HOW IS THANOS PUTTING UP A FIGHT AGAINST THOR WITH MJØLNIR AND STORMBREAKER ALL WHILE NOT HAVING ANY INFINITY STONES, BUT WHEN HE DID HAVE THE INFINITY STONES, EVEN EARTHLING TONY STARK PROVIDED A STRUGGLE BUT THOR, CAP, AND TONY CANT TAKE DOWN AN INFINITY STONE-LESS THANOS????

Okay okay fine whatever. I know it wouldn’t make for an interesting movie if they killed him quick.. but then Tony wouldn’t die...

Oh

My

Gosh

HELL YEA CAPTAIN AMERICA WITH MJOLNIR

So does storm breaker not have the same rules as mjolnir with only those worthy being able to wield it?

Okay so I know that in thor 1, Odin made it so that “whosoever wields this hammer shall have the powers of Thor” so that would provide an explanation for why Steve Rogers can use the lightning when holding it, but in gagnarok, Thor is told he doesn’t get his powers from the hammer? It just helped him? So is it both? Or are we retconning? That also reminds me, Odin says Hela draws her power from Asgard like Thor does, so destroying Asgard would stop her. Why doesn’t it stop Thor? Aghhhh whatever...

STEBE ROGERS IS SO BAD ASS OH MY GOSH I ALWAYS LOVED HIM

Ouch stab the leg

Bye bye shield I guess... dang... so like, how does sam Wilson get a shield?

Cmon Steve, you can do this all day, right?

Grab the hammer.

HOW IS THANOS BEATING THEM WITHOUT THE DAMN STONES BUT WHEN HE HAS—sorry, I just can’t get over this. Thanos does not have a consistent power range...

Thanos, I hate you. I will laugh when you die.

Thanos you are such a hypocrite. From wanting balance to literally being find with outright anger killing.

I can do this all day. Cmon cap. Say it.

It’s just the chitauri. Blow up the mother ship.

SAM

Sam

Sam

ON YOUR LEFT OH MY GOSH

CHILLS

CHILLS

CHILLSSSSSS

BLACK PANTHER BABY!!!!!

FALCON FUTURE CAPTAIN AMERICA

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

SPIDER MAN

Bucky? Where u at?

THERE YOU ARE

WANDA!!!!

HOPE!!!!

PEPPER!!!!!

BIG ANT MAN AND HULK AND ROCKET AND WAR MACHINE

LESSSSGOOOOO

Avengers...

Assemble

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOSEBUMPS

I have such a stupid grin on my face

I am so ready to watch wanda wipe the floor with Thanos gosh I hate him

How did Thanos bring everyone here? He only had like one thing of pym particles.

Dang pepper how did you get so good at that?

“No no give me that. You have the little one.” Oh my gosh I love this interaction so much.

Okay so I love Bucky and I know him using a gun is more realistic and practical here, but I wish we could see him using his assassin skills and arm more since it was such a big deal when they gave it to him...

Pepper and Tony fighting side by side

PETER AND TONY REUNITE AHHHHH

Peter shut up and hug him

Peter is so precious

Fight quill fight!

GAMORA

Poor Peter... this isn’t YOUR Gamora. Man I feel bad for him

Van to the rescue!!!

Hope Scott kiss

Aw man

Dang strange you got some powers

Let’s get this thing fixed

Ouch

Ya “bad” nebula is dead

Clint and T’Challa on a name basis now. Nice improvement from Civil War.

Part 2

[andyelson]

Of all - 2

Leaving,  themselves breathless, Leati never mentioned his ex  She was his ex.   Why would you mention your ex, to your company's doctor, She probably already knows And knows, you have a child. But it still lingered in his mind, Meeting Addison was the best thing that made him come alive. He loved his daughter, he loved coming to pick her up and spending his time with her, But with Addison now in the picture how was he going to mention all this and still have a connection with her?

The morning of with leati couldn't of been more perfect. They woke up, to Leati's phone ringing, there was a few missed calls   two from his parents and one from his dreaded guilt of an ex. He noticed Galina's call and dreaded even her knowing his number but thought he better listen to the voicemail It  could have something to do with Joelle she was his daughter,   " Hi daddy, i have my dance show on the 6th mommy 

said you couldn't make it but i just wanted to ask if you could come maybe you could papa and gigi are coming i have 2 extra tickets i'm holding for you daddy i hope you can come, okay i cant wait to see you daddy bye daddy.".

He smiled, while he got up,  walked to the kitchen, and poured himself and Addison a cup of coffee 2 creamer in his and  hazelnut cream in hers he pulled his phone out and clicked on G's name  It rang only 2 rings and she answered, "Hey Joe how are you How are things going?" He sighed and said “Hi doing great actually can i talk to jojo? she replied with  "Sure, i'll get her.." He said Thanks as Addison came from the room "Morning baby", as he kissed her cheek. she sat in his sweats and her tube top with her hair, in a french braid. "Who you on the phone with babe?" She asked. He mouthed JoJo. as she smiled, she really wanted to get to know her  she really liked that Leati was a great dad and you could see it through photos he would show and how he spoke ofher. "Hi Baby Girl,  hows daddys little girl doing? Yeah. i got your message what's this dance show your doing?  JoJo was smiling, as she began to explain "Well, daddy i'm in the lead and i have the biggest part I climb on the ladder like you do sometimes but i don't fall off, I only have to put the star on the tree and then dance around the tree, I've been practicing real hard and i think i got it down. And we're going to be singing some christmas songs too daddy. So can you come? please please please as joe laughed at her begging, he said he would be silly to of missed the performance and he said you better hold those two tickets because daddy will be there front and center!Jo Jo said " HES COMING HES COMING YES YES YES  I KNEW IT!"  joe broke up the excitement and asked JoJo,  to pass the phone to mommy, with that Galina was back on the phone. "Yes Joe?  she said. Joe then  began " Yeah i'll be there. i hear my mom and dad are coming, with Sai"  Joe's neice  "Uh galina, i'll be bringing someone with me I'll come by tomorrow around 12 to pick Jo Jo up.   Galina interupted him, and said "Someone".  Whos the someone Joe?  Joe said you'll meet her tomorrow. I'm actually going to the gym, now so i'll see  you guys tomorrow. tell JoJo to pack some pajama's because i don't have any here at the house for her. she takes them all back to your place. Galina said " will do and see you tomorrow thanks Joe.".

Joe and Addy met, Jon seth, trinity, and Jackie Haas, Jackie's husband charlie was a wwe performer in the late 80's 90's and the attitude era, but due to a injury that casued him to end his career he became a trainer and a had a fond bond with Leati "Hey guys, What are we working on during this round" Joe said. as Jackie, trinity and Addy all watched the guys, and caught up.  Charlie and Joe hugged along with jon, the boys we're too much when they hugged they all looked like they we're 12 year olds on the football field Jey  was home due to having the flu so Jon and trinity were out on the road Jey would  be coming back in a week. "So, Jey got the casual bathroom ups aye uce?" Joe said as he was working his biceps,   Jon replied with a " Yea uce it got bad 2 nights ago he called me, and said he wasn't coming to tv and he was laying on the bathroom floor, he was telling me it felt like  his college years were coming to haunt him" They both laughed and knew how wild he was in his college years, Joe laughed and said he'll be back uce, no need to fret. We'll be teaming on Raw i got your back uce Jon never was away from his brother, they're twins when a twin isn't with another they're not the same. They finished their work out as the girls we're looking through bridal magazines, and cosmos Joe looked over,  the bridal magazine, and  picked a dress and  thought to himself she would look so good in this, but it'd look better on the floor, he felt he was in a daze of looking into his future, Addi  was speaking " Joe do you think we can all go to the mexican place down  the road for drinks the girls and i we're thinking of going. Joe are you listening to me? " Joe finally came back, and said " yeah yeah that sounds great. I am down for a drink babe...". They all left the gym and met everyone at the restaraunt.

Pulling into the  La Hacienias Addison  couldn't help but think of her wedding she loved looking at bridal magazines, getting ideas she had a pinterest account souly for her wedding her pinterest  board titled "Someday" had over 2k items of wedding bliss, from dresses to flowers to food, to even a groom which she had a photo of Leati they all  went inside and grabbed a table, by the bar the waiter came by  with a drink menu and they all ordered, Joe and Addison we're very flirty  Jon and trinity were busy looking around at the place to care, Charlie and Jackie we're discussing how the business was changing,  to break the romance/flirtmance up Charlie asked Joe how Paul was treating him "  He's been really great, Char he really helps us out  hes been so busy down in FL. but if we ever need someting personal/show wise he's there I really don't know how he has time to be a father/husband/and a director he does a great job thats for sure. And steph well she's just been so nutoriing. Really she's like  everyones mother, Trinity spoke up and added, Steph just  has this soul that is pure, I know when i injured my knee I spoke a lot with steph, she really reached out when i was down and out and  didn't think i'd ever come back.  Addison just smiled she really didn't know Paul/Stephanie, but heard great things! She's a nurse after all, and she didnt have too much to deal with Paul/Stephanie.. paul isn't wrestling much and stephanie quit after 2001 so she didn't get  to, treat paul or stephanie due to her not being involved in the business much. Dinner was great, Leati and paul talked about upcoming events, the girls got involved with make up and lifetime movies and shopping” Addison, we have to go shopping for your wedding party! It's a must The bachelorette party is going to be off the hook  you could tell by trinity's voice she was so excited to plan it Addison smiled, and said she could help there was no way she was going to let her not she wouldn't stop talking about it. Her and Jackie we're going to help set up and take addison shopping, But there was no ring! why are they so anxious for a wedding when she didn't even have ring she thought to  herself "do these girls know something? After the talks and dinner and the many consumed drinks paul and stephanie, excused themselves first they had mom/dad duties in the morning and aurora their oldest had school in the morning, they left and soon after did the rest. Addison decided to shoot a text to stephanie while they we're still at the restraunt, waiting for their take out meals and dessert, "Hey steph, it's addy. While i'm all into looking for bridal things, here i'm just not sure what its all meaning I have yet to meet his daughter, and his ex? and Am i ready for marriage steph, i don't even know what i'm thinking i need your help do you know something? I'll talk to you soon steph I'm sorry i bothered you with all of this. They got their food, and paid  the bill. Leati excused himself, and went to the bathroom, she smiled up at him and said "I'll wait right here for you, he smiled and kissed her cheek. I wont be long if you know what i mean?" she laughed and said "Go to the bathroom, Joe i want to go." he excused himself and for what felt like forever he  vanished she started to worry, as she started looking around, Joe was back " Everything okay baby? he asked..  Addi smiled, and said yes everythings good I was just thinking,  about upcoming events, and the holidays and  other things .. Joe smiled and said, " me too, Addy me too. They soon left the restraunt and made their way back home. Addy interrupted and suggested they go christmas shopping soon.  Joe said, he agreed but he had his daughter's holiday program to attend too " I have something to tell err rather than tell, ask you Joelle has this christmas program with her school, and  my family is going to be there including Galina, And well Joelle was pretty excited that i was coming, and I have to go pick the tickets up at Galina's and i think i'll ask for Joelle, tonight I was just wondering, if you were  game to meet her and to come along as my date to her program. If not its okay I can drop you off, at the house and do all this afterwards” She smiled and said " I have waited for this day, I do want to meet her, I want to see her I want to take her shopping, we need to pick daddy some stuff out together as "Girls" " He laughed, and said " Ohhh boy  picking daddy things out aye?  Daddy has all he needs with his girl and his daughter. But i guess, we could use some new things for this ol' beaut of a truck. I can pick  out things and then vanish, and go meet Santa". Addison, Laughed and said "Joe you are too old for santa, but sure.. are we getting close, to Galina's house?? I think you should call her and tell her your on your way." Joe nodded and at the next light he called her.

"Yeah Galina, Hey its me Joe. I Uh was in the neighborhood, and was just going to stop by and get those tickets and uh ask if i could take JoJo, and get some idea's for her for the holidays. Sure i can keep her for the weekend. Not a problem Yeah you have a good time with your family, This works out for the best. I'll be there in fifteen minutes, make sure she has her pajama's she's only got one pair, and i know it's getting colder out, may need to buy her some new ones. I'll be by soon i'll see you when i get there Bye.  Bye Joe".  Well looks like we're gonna have an extra on our hand she's really good shes a good girl manners are perfection smart as a whip looks like me  a lot ha! Shes so smart,she wants to be a doctor when she grows  up so i'm sure she'll be bringing her doctor kit she loves helping people Addy she reminds me so much of you I cannot wait for you to see her. Ah here we are, the house was nice kinda small but perfect for Galina and Joelle  no more, than 2 seconds the truck was turned off, Joelle ran out the door, "Daddy Daddy Daddy, Oh Daddy  Hi Daddy, Daddy! " Joelle smiled and was so excited to see him.  Joe smiled and hugged his daughter Daddy missed you too Hey daddy has a friend with him  and I want you to meet this person, you want to meet them? jojo smiled, and said "Daddy,  is it Santa? Or Rudolph? Or is it Jey Daddy its jey!!!" no baby girl Jey is home, he's sick.  but you'll see him soon  lets get in the truck, get your seat belt on fasten it in tight. Joelle, smiled and said "Hi. I'm Joelle i'm his baby. who are you? are you santa's helper. She smiled and said " I'm your daddy's friend. My name is Addison  I am a nurse, So i go and travel and make sure people like your daddy are taken well care of."  Joelle smiled and said, " I like your name. and your pretty hair. I have long hair too sometimes my mommy braids it like yours, but she isn't very good at it. It always comes out after lunch and then i have to put it in a pony tail sometimes." "And daddy can't braid at all! so i just wear it in my clips as these, she showed Addi the barettes with little bears on them, "Oh i had those when i was a little girl. They work so well."  Joe smiled, and said " Heyyy no hating on daddys braids. he gave you all that hair when you we're born" they all laughed as they pulled in the mall, Joelle was excited because she saw a sign as they we're turning in, that Santa was there. "Daddddddy Daddddddddy. Santa is here. Santa is here!" Joe laughed and found a spot, as they parked He asked "Did you want to see him?" Joelle said " Yes Yes I have to I have to ask him for a few things. Plus i wrote him a letter i need to know if he got it."  Joe  said "well, lets go find out sha'll we." They walked in the mall, the mall was packed it was 7:00 and the mall was huge and packed.  Joe held his girl's hands as they enterted the mall, Joe was taken back by how packed the mall was,"Joelle, you need  to stay close to me and addy okay it is busy in here and we don't want to lose you. Santa's line is long so lets go look at limited too for you, to see if you like anything daddy will buy you some things, so you can have them at his house okay and addy can help you pick some stuff out. is that okay"? Joelle nodded but she kept looking at santa's shop hoping he would be there, for awhile.  While in the store, they found  christmas jammies some red plaid two piece and red plaid night gown. it was nice, because Addy had the same 2 piece  pajama set as the red buffalo plaid, they found some elf slippers that joelle was excited about, Joelle did you want anything else?  from here   she went right over to the bookshelf, and picked up the "Elf on the shelf. "I Wanted this, Momma said I couldn't get it because it wasn't good. But i want this, because Parker has it at his  house and He said he filled up the bathtub with marshmellows and was in the tub when he woke up he couldn't believe how silly he was being. And its a storybook you can read it to me daddy and keep it at your house  but if you dont want to i guess i can get frosty the snowman book. No Joelle we can get that book, that sounds fun. Lets get it, and get the matching plush so you can keep it with you, I  think Addy is finding you another plush so you can keep one at your moms and then one at my house sound like a deal little one? She smiled and  nodded “Hey baby girl, i think we should get, to another store, what do you think about going to old navy,  Addi agreed plus they had a sale. Joelle smiled, and said " As long as he doesn't leave We have to see him. but okay we can do that store."  They walked into old navy and Addi and joelle went over to the kid section to pick out some outfits "Is there anything you want for christmas, Addi". Joelle asked  Addison,  smiled and said, "I have all i want, sweet girl we're just picking a few things for you for your dads hosue so he has some outfits for you to wear. What do you think of this blue plaid shirt and these blue jeans.. She liked the outfit She went over to the long sleeve tops, “I really like this reindeer one and the snowman one, but i don't want to get to much so can we maybe put the jeans back. Addi smiled and said, " No No we can get you those too sweetie, you like both the reindeer and snowman one any others you like sweetie we can get them".   Joelle really looked around, for what seemed to be forever but she didn't want anything else, She wanted to go see santa. As Joe walked in, he was carrying a little box as joelle noticed the box she asked what it was, as joe said its a gift for grandma, I picked out Daddy are you sure its for grandma. Joe changed the subject " You got everything from here okay? Joelle and Addi smiled and said "Yep. we're checking out right now. as they left the store they  noticed santa's line wasn't too long about 10 kids. Joe asked Joelle if he wanted to get in line, and see him and she replied with  " Yep. right on it daddy!" Joe laughed as she took her jacket off, and handed it to him, Joelle wore blue overalls  with a little white long sleeve shirt with boots, she stood in line and made some friends  " I'm Joelle, I want a doll house.. And the kitchen set." Another little girl said she wanted the same thing, and a little boy wanted a teddy bear, and a nerf gun. pretty soon Joelle got her turn. She was next, As  she got the motion, to go up, Joe ran to the other side, and got a photo  of her approaching santa.  Santa, asked  " And what's your name pretty girl.  I'm Joelle Anoai'. I  wrote you a letter 2 weeks ago i was making sure you got it, because i wanted something special but i think i got it, or they got it.  but I do want, a doll house and a cabbage patch doll. but if you can't find the cabbage patch doll, i'll take a new kitchen set. :) she smiled and santa said well of course we will see what we can come up with for you. lets take a great photo, and Joelle you promise to be a good girl, and do wht your daddy  and mommy say okay.  She agreed and said  your reindeer, will have carrots, and you will have  cookies and milk when you come to my daddys. If you can just come to daddys that will be okay, My mommy wont be home so i'll be at daddys and  papa and nana's you know where they live right santa? Santa nodded I got them in my memory." The picture was taken and joelle was off,  saying goodbye to santa as santa said goodbye to her, Joe came up from the side.  "Hey Joelle, can you go over to the ice cream shop over there, See Addi, waving I have to ask santa something important okay? can you go over there with her i'll be over there soon... Okay daddy.. i will."   Joelle went running over, to Addi and got a small chocolate sundae as  Joe was talking to santa, he asked if it was  too soon for a proposal, as santa  sat and thought, of an answer, he smiled and whispered " I think if its in your heart, and you know its right. then it so is" Joe smiled, and said "Thanks Santa. I appreciate it. I'll be a good boy and i'll try to eat my veggies" Joe and santa laughed as the santa helper, asked "did you want a photo?" Joe shrugged his shoulders, as Addi and Joelle we're waiting for him   Can i get a family one? Joe asked.  Santa chuckled, his laugh and said  "Oh Of Course." Joe stood behind santa's chair with Addi to his left and Joelle sat on his lap the photo came out very nice as he thanked santa, they left. Anyplace else my girls want to go? Joelle  said "TOYYYYYYYY STORE" with a big grin. Joe smiled, and said  real quick. and then we have to let Addi pick one okay. Joelle then said, "We can skip that store. Addy where do you want to go?"  Addi smiled and said, "It is getting pretty late i'm good i'm going to the store with Naomi and Jackie later in the week, i can get some stuff then. Lets head home soon, but if you want we can go to the toy store,  Joelle, smiled and said " i'm looking for this snow white barbie. I saw it once but i can't remember  if they had it, Joe was getting tired. and didn't know how these girls could shop all day and not get tired but he was happy his daughter, was with him and she was having a blast. "I FOUND  HER I FOUND HER I FOUND HER. ADDY DADDY ADDY DADDY. I FOUND HER.  daddy look at her she is so pretty. this is what i want to show santa, can we  take a photo and go show it to him before we leave. Joe laughed and said, Sure " Smile big Joelle. ready 1- 2 - 3"  Okay we got it" joe said Okay daddy,  lets go back and show santa, so he knows where to get it. common daddy. as she was running out of the store, Joe yelled " JOJO! you wait, right there. and wait for daddy. you know better. now come on we can come back,  later in the week, and show santa this photo. You almost got taken, JoJo  daddy would of lost you, and it would of made daddy sad." Joelle started to cry as  she got in trouble she was scared, Joe picked her up and held her as he said " Daddys not mad at you, you just can't go running out of the store like you did, someone could of grabbed you. Lets go home, you had a long day we can get some chicken nuggets at daddys and get some rest. Shhhh it's okay, daddys not mad he still loves you." She smiled while, joe carried her,  it wasn't long but Joelle fell asleep in the truck on the way home as Addy and joe made small talk about their day and their days to come.

Joelle Room:

** AT Joe's House** Joe carried  Joelle in the house,  and  took her to her room. Her room was decorated, in light purple and pink, her room was just off, to the left of Joe's. toy galore you talk about toys from the left side right side she had it all. Joe had to wake her up,  to get her into her pajama's. " Come on baby girl, lets get you into your pajama's  which ones do you want to wear," Joe asked. as Joelle picked her Elf onsie she asked joe if he had gotten the elf on the shelf yet? He said he had thought he had it but he'll check in awhile. she smiled and said  it was so awesome she began to climb in bed as she settled in she was telling Joe about it, " He watches you daddy, well not you but me he watches everything... and then he goes back to santa and says all what you do good or bad  but you have to name it. he doesn't have a name. " Joe said what would you name it then JoJo? JoJo was starting to get sleepy, " I don't know what to name him daddy just you gotta think about it. ask god what his name should be. we will find him a name daddy.. " and just like that she was out like a light,  Joe smiled and chuckled to himself at what joelle said before she  fell asleep, that was what he loved about being a dad was just to see life through her eyes. as he was getting up to walk out, Addison walked in, and admired her room " It's so pretty, and so spacious, i love the paintings and the little hand print of prayer hands, Joe her room is perfect for her" Addison whispered,  Joe nodded and said his mom found the prayer hands a month before she was born and gave it to us the day of her birthday, it was really special.  Joe and Addison, walked out of her room and downstairs, to the living room where " its a wonderful life" was being played on the t.v. " Ohh my favorite movie ever! Joe can we watch it, theres a replay coming soon! Addison said, as she sat on the couch, Of course we can Addison. I just wanted to change clothes, something comfy, They both slipped from the living room, into joe's room as joe closed the door behind him she started taking her boots off as her leggins came off joe couldn't help but admire the black lace thong that she was supporting, as she walked around in his room, with her black bra and black thong Joe wanted her right then and there who cared about a movie, it'll  be on for at least a straight week, as Joe flipped on the remote on the bedside table the t.v. read "Turning LR off" to confirm press OK". joe pressed Ok as the downstairs t.v. was being turned off. Joe flipped on the other remote, to the fireplace that he had in his room as it began cackling, Addy came out  with a fresh face without all her make up on, she was  slipping on his black sweats and was going to get just her t-shirt on "No, No. don't wear anything, I uh the t.v. quit working i got a message on my t.v. said the cable was out for the night, Uh sorry about that i know you we're wanting to watch that but i'm pretty sure i saw the movie was coming on tomorrow or the next night. She laughed and gave Joe a look, of " HAA your funny, joe quickly capitlized her look with  one of his own that included a kiss, in the mist of the kiss, he broke the kiss, and suggested they lay down in bed they quickly got under the covers as the heated sheets, we're warming it was so nice to be in a room with warm sheets, Just then Joe started nipping at her neck, slowly down her chest removing her bra Joe heard his bedroom door crack open as joe mumbled "Oh shit, she never does this. never" Joelle we're sleeping, what do you need sweetheart? Joe said.. Joelle said, " I needed a glass of water, but i can't reach the glass in the potty i'll go back to bed and wait." Joe looked over his shoulder and noticed, Addi laying in bed, propped up smiling watching him be a dad, tryig to get action with his RN girl and here comes his daughter in, She shrugged her shoulders and laughed quietly.. Stay in here don't get ahead of yourself No touching, that's my job little one.  After i assist this "little one". "Joelle i thought you had some water in here, no daddy i'm all out. I was thirsty. What we're you doing with addy in there daddy.  "Joelle, daddys business isn't yours. I was showing her my shower she wanted to take a shower, the downstairs shower isn't working She wanted a shower,  here's your water all filled up  with love. don't drink  a lot. I'll keep it over here on the other side, okay I love you Joelle. get some sleep please! " Joe said as  he turned around to leave. Joelle said " Daddy you love her, don't you. I know you love her. hehe daddy has a girlfriend. daddy has a girlfriend daddy and andi... Joe cut her off. Joelle Anaoi' go to sleep now!   she laughed, and said okay  gnight daddy.  as joe left he shook his head,  and looked up  and thought to himself " this is too early, for her to be like this, god please make it stop shes my little girl. shes not ready for boys. hell i'm not ready for that. oh please." as he came back to his room,  he chuckled and said " You should of handled that, i got busted because she knows everything about us.  she  sang the tune, of K-I-S-S-I-N-G in the tree song. to daddy and you.  addison laughed and said " thats too cute, but this GF needs more K-I-S-S-I-N-G.  as joe's eyes darkened he grunted as he got back in his bed, he hopped out, and  did a little jog taunt to his door, to open it to make sure Joelle wasn't planning an attack, *We're good* he smiled, and shut his door but just in case,  god and the door company invested in locks. they're super he said. Joe climbed on top of the bed, and began licking Addi's stomach trailing her stomach and her, hips with nips, bites, and licks   he saw, she was still in her underwear but you see these little things, these little things sweetheart Doc  as he winked “Doc i'm sorry these have to be away,  as he twisted them with one pull they we're off and discarted, "Ohhhhhh Joe."  Joe was now busy, but could respond in short  responses, “Ohhhhhhh Addi, you're so wet already how did i get lucky with you being this wet everytime we've been together,  Joe got up, he didn't even know how he could even stand but he stood up,  Addison  got on her knees and, undid his shorts as he pulled her hand away she was carried to the bedroom door, as he  trailed his hands around hers up and down a few times  her breath was becoming more rapid, her eyes were filling with lust and that haze, ohhhh that haze she and that haze have a love/hate bond  soon her hands went up, above her head, he whispered, "leave them there, don't move you move when i tell you to move, and if you do you will be punished." she nodded and  even sooner that her hands went above  her head his hands had a grip  like no other, he began to nip even more at her neck, as his tongue began going to work she tried so hard to not move, he moved her to his bathroom, as she wasn't drunk make it  known she was not drunk, but the way he was behind her, and walking her felt like she was drunk, they made it to the bathroom as joe left the door open he had her face the mirror, as he began rubbing and massaging her tits she arched her head back onto his chest as he massaged her small breasts leaving severe neck kisses,  more moans, and groans from both of them  made the bathroom, air fill with lust  She took charge and made joe groan, knowing he wasn't in control she sat, on the edge of the sink, and  pulled joe towards her in one fast move, " Addy what do you want now. tell me what you want baby,"  She moaned and grabbed joes throbbing cock,  and said " THIS. THIS is what i fucking need."  with one swift move they knocked over everything that he had on the counter her head tipped back on the mirror,  making a noise, " You okay your head.."  she laughed and said,  of course. as she licked her lips  and brought her finger up to her mouth  she sucked her finger, and began to finger herself as joe began rubbing his cock, he teased her, and said "lets see who can get each other off first.. don't stop no matter what i do, or how much i wanna just bury myself inside you you know how much this right here, what you're doing turns me the fuck on. come on your almost there, almost i know  how much you like to pleasure yourself but my god those fingers going in and out of you make me want to  put  this throbbing cock i keep gliding over and over with, is getting jealous that fingers are going in and out of you, LEATIIIIIIIIII please please please, Leati laughed his dark laugh and knew that was his time, without a warning he plowed into her making her hit her head again, " you good baby.. baby you good. Joe asked because of her head hitting the mirror, "JUST FUCK ME JOE. we'll fix the damage after we fix the pleasure.  how do you  go from screaming my  leati name to joe?  it's a fucking habit, joe please harder joe harder come on i'm dying for you thats it oh thats it yes oh please oh myy god this is better than the first time, Joe buried his head into her neck  his breathing was rapid he grabbed her as quick as he could and made a B line  from the bathroom to the bedroom, as she was thrown on the  bed the sheets we're so warm not like they needed the warmth the bathroom was recovering from the heat that they had in there Joe flipped her over,  and with one motion,  he was  in deep,  addy moaned more and more like she never moaned before,  her ass never felt so good, he buried himself deeper into her  as she held on to sheets, he had control, the more  thrusts he had inside her the more moans she discovered " LEATI JOSEPH please don't you dare stop, don't you ever dare stop oh my god please i' need you oh baby i'm coming i' i i Joe, Joe please. faster joe faster come on, Oh Joe please.... and with that last please she was gone, she fell over  gasping for  air  “baby that was so good but because you pleased me it's time for your pleasing, lie back joe and don't move if you move i'll punish you just as you punished my  ass understand sir? Joe laughed, and said “got it doc. give me my medicine, don't you know  i have a lingering. OHHHHHH god. okayy- doc right there is where i'm in pain. mhmmmm She grabbed his  dick, and began massaging it with her tongue,  bobbing up and down with her mouth he began twitching inside her she  reached up towards his, stomach as he grabbed her hand they held hands for a moment as joe began to lick her fingers anything to express his gratitude due to her excellent check up of his shaft, as she pulled it out of her mouth the juices were flowing from both of them, as she licked the sides clean she began to play a little southern regions, as joe called them his " regions" she grabbed them and began fondling them as joe threw his head back, he was gone he didn't know where he went but he knew he was gone. as she began to put them in her mouth he woke right back up, and moaned "Ohhhh my god please is this real life, Oh doccccccccc your so gentle with these, you must want to stick around, to stick them around that pretty mouth.  please please please mmmmmm that's it. oh my god. he was already coming again right along side, of his ejaculation she was coming just at the sight of him he really was beautiful when he had an orgasm something  no magazine could ever capture. as they both collapsed on the bed  Joe layed what seemed to be forever motionless, but satisfied definitely satisfied Addison layed there rubbing his pec, and chest he rolled over to nuzzle her neck as the clock read 4:15AM they both fell asleep. knowing they had a busy night the next night/day  Joelle would wake them up bright and early knowing her they fell fast asleep.

** the next day**

8:30 am. " HI DADDY. good morning. Joe opened one eye,  that wasn't really open it was half open on a struggle bus somewhere downtown. Addi was sleeping next to him holding his hand, snuggled up on his back side.  He thought to himself. * how did that door get unlocked, when him and addi fell right asleep and knowing how addi was she wasn't walking, and knowing him he wasn't capeable to even breathe, let alone walk to the door.  man joelle was smart for her age! “JoJo daddy and Addi are tired its 8:30 baby girl do daddy a favor, and go watch a movie. the t.v. is out so you have to  watch a movie,  Daddy what are you guys doing?  JoJo we're sleeping. we'll be up in 10 mins.  go downstairs, and watch a movie and daddy and addi will make you breakfast in a little bit  go grab a banana  and start on that okay.”  Joelle said she would be back in 10 mins, and she would go watch frosty the snowman. As Joe felt addi's feet brush up on his, he smiled in his sleep,  JoJo then  left the room with the door wide open, "She's really cute Joe. she always wakes you up this early? as joe laughed  " Oh yeahhh. all the time, welcome to daddy hood. doc  I liked that massage thing ya did there, kinda turned me on doc.  Addy laughed and looked at her phone its 8:35, no messages from the girls nothing from work maybe they don't need me today Joe rolled over on his back, as he was just laying there sprawled out,  " thats cause this patient needs a little more work, she laughed at him you need more work patient? whats the new diagnosis, sir? Addy asked smiling  he began " your really a good doctor, mam'm, and you have helped me out in ways that i would never know could ever happen I think i need a nother round of pumping. something just isn't clicking down there, mind if you check?"   Is the soldier still sore sir? "Oh like you wouldn't believe, mam'm. I'm working hard to get it worked out every night, and day but something just happens when this woman comes near it, it just sparks and says " LETS GO"! march on. you know". addi was laughing, “oh Joe heres what you do for that, go to that bathroom, over there it looks a little messy, from another escapade you had but theres a shower, you just slightly pull on it, like this as she demonstrated his eyes tightend  and you just keep your hand moving up and down on it, you'll feel better in no time do you need a little more demonstrating, "ohhhhh i'm. i'm... his breath came in and out, like tides.  "DADDDDYYYYYYY frosty is over.  its been more than 10 mins COME ON DADDDDDDDY. " JOELLE, he grunted I'm..... I'm .... OHHHHH.  ohhhhh. Addddddyyyyy please. please. ohhhhhhh as her mouth came down on his he moaned and came harder than he ever came. ohhhhh myyy god  i swear i thought she was going to  come running up here.  daddy and addi are coming downstairs in 5 minutes Joelle." Joe finally said.  Joe wore his tapout sweatpants and  his roman reigns empire grey tank top with his hair pulled in a bun. as addi  was already downstairs, she poured Joelle a bowl of lucky charms, as she was eating sharing her stories with Addy. " You must like my daddy  a lot he likes you a lot. I can tell. he just always says he loves you to me so i know he does, I just hope you like us too. OH ADDI  i have a christmas program tonight, i have the lead role and we're doing some good songs and, I was hoping you could come. because i didnt know if daddy asked you yet but i would just like you to come. can you? Addi smiled and as she began to say  she would, Joe came in looking so damn good she could take him right there.  "What are my girls  talking about? Joe poured himself a cup of coffee, " Daddy i asked Addi to come to  my christmas program tonight. think she  can come? "  Joelle took another bite of lucky charms, as she did Joe pulled  addi close to  his body she looked up at him, and felt everything that was begging to be felt, Addi finally said, " If your daddy asks me Joelle i'll be there, okay sweetheart"? joelle, looked at her Joe with big eyes ( like the ones, like when your friend asks you that big question about a date and if you guys kissed)   " Well, Girls i do have an extra ticket. Addi would you like to be my date, tonight? Addi said of course Leati. as Joelle smiled and swallowed her cereal she said YAY!!!  joe grinned his big cheesy grin,  and said "YAYYY" As Addi had her hair braided again,  Joelle admired her hair and asked for her hair to be braided too.  Addison was enjoying her time, with Joelle  she braided her hair and got her dressed, as Joelle noticed her ring finger empty  " didn't daddy give you a ring yet." Addi laughed a nervous laugh, and said Joelle we're just dating i don't know if your daddy will ask me.  Joelle nodded as she got her teeth brushed, Joe was upstairs getting dressed he wore black slacks and a red polo t-shirt. " Hey Joelle, I'm gonna go upstairs and get ready, don't get that dress dirty okay! we will be leaving soon okay, finish watching frosty and then we can go!" Addison told her as she ran upstairs just dressed in Joe's sweats and a tshirt from georgia tech as she reached, the top of the stairs, joe was standing there ready to go downstairs, she almost ran into Joe  lucky he was there to catch her, "I'm going to get dressed Joe, Shes' already dressed she looks so good! so grown up. go and see her, I need to get dressed on my own, I have my own plan for you that i need you to see when i come down."  Addi found her black  long dress with pearls her father bought her when she was 12 she never could wear them though in her work profession but finally could wear them, she only wore them a few other times but tonight was a good choice to wear them, She wore her black silk boy short underwear, and her pasties because she couldn't find her bra anywhere cussing under her breathe, "Damnit Leati Damnit where do you discard my clothes when your so heated for me". she came downstairs, putting on her black louis vutton heals are we ready to go guys,  Leati, swallowed what seemed to be what happene earlier, when he saw her, "Addison Jess you look stunning, my god Leati whispered into her ear" She smiled  and whispered i'd be more appealing to you, if i knew where you put my bra. He smiled and said " I'll show you later with a wink" as they got in the truck, it was 5:15 Joelle had to be at the school by 5:45. show didn't start til 6:30. JoJo can you share with me what your going to be singing, daddy wants to hear a piece, she laughed and said " you have to wait daddy to hear them when you do."  They got to Joelle's school, in record time JoJo walked in, and was greeted by her friends Lani, Laci, Karissa, and Abbey GIRLS!  GIRLS! Joe called out turn around, let me get a picture As they turned around JoJo yelled out ADDY come take a picture, " ITS  THE GIRLS!" Joelle said  as Addy  knealed behind the girls they all smiled as Joelle said " thats my dads girlfriend, shes  helping my dad a lot with his job.  all the girls said she was pretty. as they made it  to Joelle's classroom, she showed Joe where she sat, She sat with 2 girls and 2 boys, Tate Dibiase, and Camden John. Tate's family just moved  to the state so tate was new, Joelle took a liking to him and protected him from everyone. Tate was very shy but really liked camden and Joelle, In walked Ted Dibiase with his wife Kristen and their son Carter Luke. Ted called out, HEY JOE! man it's nice to see you again how have you been, hows galina.” Ahh Ted, we're no longer together been  that way for awhile, i'm with Addison now shes right over there with  Joelle looking at her book, Oh man you got her! wow thats awesome, sorry to hear about galina and you.  thanks man, it's alright we're good were friends.Said Joe  Hey babe, i want you to meet someone, As Addison turned around  her eyes widened  and said " TED DIBIASE" my god it's so good to see you. Joe was taken back by  how exciting she was about this man, You two know each other.  "yeah yeah, we graduated from med school. but i  didn't make it i became a pastor.  Medical stuff  just didn't pan out for me like it did for addy. Man  you got a good one here, Leati. you really did! both of you are lucky!  "All parents please make your way to the  auditorium, All parents please make your way to the auditorium." the teacher said, as Joe waved good bye he grabbed Addison's hand as Ted and kristen followed out as they said good bye to tate.  Man it's really good to see you,  lets hang out sometime, Ted said to Joe as they made their way into the  auditorium,  Joe found his parents, and waved to  Ted's parents and mentioned to his parents Ted's kid goes here dad? Sika ,  and patricia smiled and said yeah, joe yeah.  they we're front row  3 or 4 rows over sat ted and kristen and their family. The performance was cute and Joelle did so good with her main role  she was a natural on that ladder, she got to the very top, placed  the  star on the tree and began singing 'Oh christmas tree' on top of a ladder as all the kids, sang around the tree, putting on ornaments on the tree.   as the show was coming to a close Leati felt something deep inside his heart and looked over at addison as she was watching all the kids, he grabbed her hand massaged the top of her hand with his fingers and smiled at her when, she looked over he whispered "I Love you Addi I do I just hope you know it" She smiled and said kissed his hand, and said she loved him too. As the teacher, came up to the podium, to thank all the students, and parents for their hardwork, the program was over and Leati looked around for Galina, "She's gotta be here, she has to be. She wouldn't miss our daughters program. Joelle, ran around with her friends, when she ran into Joe  " Daddy did you like my program, Did you see me climb the ladder i did a better job than you did. but you still do a good job daddy." as she laughed, Joe smiled and laughed and said JoJo you are one of the best, and  that ladder was perfection! but JoJo where is your mom? did she come, i need to talk to her, about  you spending a few nights with me. "Oh yes shes over there, talking to Ms Jansen, " He put her down, and said go see papa and gram,  as she went running, she yelled for tate to follow her, "COME ON TATEEEEE try and catch me!!!!!" she yelled,  Joe found, Galina, & Ms Jansen  H-Hi-Hi, Ms Jansen Galina, G when you get done, I'd like to talk to you about keeping Joelle for a while longer" when you can,  he thanked ms jansen for the great performance, and for being a great teacher to joelle Ms Jansen smiled and said she appreciated and enjoyed having  Joelle in her class. As Galina and Joe began talking,  Joe said he would make this quick, " I'd like to keep her until christmas morning, Your more than welcome to have her christmas eve if you want,  I don't think my parents are doing anything until, the morning, i'm not  for sure, I can definitely ask." Joe asked as Galina began  "Joe why don't you just keep her for the remander, holiday. I have a business meeting I just got informed this morning of and Its in  Sarasota, and i won't be home until the 27th. I felt horrible, and couldn't tell her but i know she'll be happy to be with you." Joe nodded and said well it's settled then,You can just call me or shoot me a text when your back and around, and we can set up a time then for you to have her.  I don't think i can have her for new years because of the tour i'm taking after the 29th I leave that night, and won't be back until  the 4th or 5th of janauary.  But this will work out have a nice trip though".  as joelle came between  her two parents she wanted to show them, her decorated desk of construction paper, with an elf and santa decoration she made in art class.  " See my desk, the teacher changed the stuff from what you seen earlier dad but i still sit with tate! he's my best friend" Joelle said. As they laughed, and enjoyed the decorations, Galina bent down, and said "Well mommy has to go. She has to leave for a few days, for work your going to stay with daddy, I'm so sorry sweetheart we're not spending christmas together. i didn't want to tell you earlier, because it may of upset you."  Joelle hugged her mom, and said that it was okay she wasn't upset she was going to be with daddy and papa and everyone she was fine with it.  As she kissed her daughter goodbye she, she said  goodbye  to joe and his parents and hers and left. "Well kiddo you ready to go, I bet your pretty tired. And i think Addy made a big pot of potato soup, earlier does that sound good for dinner."? As Joelle nodded she got  in her dads truck and they went home.

**Back at Joe's house**

Joelle,  went upstairs to change in her pajamas as Joe and Addy we're in the kitchen dishing up the homeade soup. " I really had a nice time with you. I really think Joelle, enjoyed seeing me with someone rather than myself being alone. It hasn't been easy on her, I just hate seeing her see me alone. I'm happy i'm content but really enjoyed being with you, It really felt like family. Addy smiled, and poured herself a glass of white wine, and came close to  joe and nuzzled in his chest and smelt the cologne he was wearing, whatever it was  it smelt good. Joelle came bouncing around the corner, "SANTAAAA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWNNNNNNNN. SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWNNNNNN" she was singing her christmas song she sang at the program. Daddy what are you doing with Addy? He froze mid kiss he broke the kiss quick, and explained " Uhh Uhh  she Uhh i had something in my tooth, and i couldn't get it, and almost chipped my tooth earlier so she was looking at it, JoJo why do you ask, why do you want to know what we were doing?"  Joelle laughed and said " When i wanted to get my glass of water, last night and you were sleeping, or something i knew something was up daddy" his eyes widened, and said " you knew what we were doing, your too young to know what we're doing. Joelle, come on  heres your bowl of potato soup you want circle crackers? or sqaure" Joe asked CIRCLE DADDY CIRCLE. the circle crackers were oysters but she never knew what it was for technical tearm. he gave her  a handful of crackers and sat next to her as addy got her and joe a bowl as they enjoyed their soup. Joe  and addy made small talk as Joe, made a mention Hey Joelle where's that elf on the shelf guy at?  she had her mouth full of soup, as she swallowed the soup, she said " Daddy your not supposed to go looking for him, but i think he's in the bathroom he had to potty so i hope hes okay in there, Joe smiled and said well i'm going to check on him, I don't want santa's helper sick." As joe walked in the bathroom he shut the door and decorated quickly,  as a welcome to their home he threw shaving cream, on the mirror and filled the water cup with warm water and thought to himself this is so stupid, when matt and i were little we just knew to be good. or our asses were gonna get it when dad got home now we get an elf to watch our children why have kids? just get a elf. he put his beard trimmer in the water and sat the elf in the sink  by the mirror. and wrote a message for joelle it read " Hello Joelle, I'm the elf on the sielf, I can't really spell gud but i hope you can help me this wenter, I know you wil do your viry best to be a good girl but you have to knw if i se  any  bad i wil report it to mr. santa himself, whoops i had a party in the potty but i feel bitter, tonight i want you to read my stori and name me something good,  i cant wait to have a name and be with your family for  a very long time. See you soon”. - Elf. He stepped back, and  thought to himself " JOE ANOAI, what have you done? "? soon there was knock on the door, daddy is he broken? daddy can i see, daddy?   Just a second Joelle.. He's uh i think you better come in here, joelle come here, sweetie. ADDY COME IN HERE TOO daddy said  the elf is uh not good i'm scared as  addy and joelle walked in the bathroom, Addy laughed and said” Ohhhh your elf isn't broke, sweetie, he had a party look at the message want us to read it to you Joe began reading it,  as he got done reading it, he looked at addy,  and smiled as he shrugged his shoulders, and mouthed " I Tried". well daddy wheres the book, Where is it?  Joe smiled down at  Joelle and said, I think its in the living room sweetie, why don't you go find it, and we can read it and we can put you to bed.  As she found the book, she climbed on the couch in between Joe and Addy as Joe read the book towards the end, of the book  she started dozing off, "Joelle, we have to name this little guy, What do you want  to name him. as she looked, at addy and looked at her dad, she said " how about BLITZEN"? Joe smiled and nodded and said "Blitzen it is.. good name JoJo". as joelle started to fall asleep next to addy, addy mouthed "Xmas tree.. soon? we doing that? or you doing that? He smiled and said tomorrow evening, BIG party. BIG thing. as Joe grabbed her from Addy's arms, he took her upstairs, and put  her to bed.  As joe came back downstairs, he noticed Addy moving furniture around he asked,  "What are you doing, babe?"  “I'm moving, some things around for  our christmas tree, when we get it if we are getting one,  Yeah we uh sure can  i usually put a small one, up cause i'm never home, So i don't know,  how big we're getting or what we're, even doing  but whatever you want to do babe, you just name it, and we can do it. Addy smiled and said, Well I' just want to make our first christmas  a good one for the both of us and for your daughter, He paused and said " Me too. Me too"  As it was getting late, close to 10:30 they decided to head up to bed themselves after cleaning, up the kitchen for a bit, Joe could barely keep his eyes open, " Joe why don't you go upstairs, i' have this it'll only take me a couple minutes. I can finish up and be up there to serve you, in no time". Joe smiled and said, " As much as i want to be served baby girl I  think we better just call it a hault and get some rest we can resume your serving duties in the morning.". She smiled while cleaning off the stove and setting the dishwasher settings Joe went on upstairs to bed as Addy's phone rang  It was naomi. "GIRLLLLLLL where have you been oh my god. things are crazy back at the performance center I guess Mark calaway is coming back, he's due anyday, he was here two days ago getting cleared he looked so healthy so good back to his self again,  Marsha well you know Marsha, she's still trying to get the ward back to tip top shape, she's insane with how much work she throws on all of us. How's joe hows his family? how are you? We're all good here. I'm excited to come back to work on Saturday I miss my patients, i miss my friends. I miss you guys. I know i know i haven't told Joe yet but  tomorrow we're getting a tree with Joelle and him, and then i assume decorating i should probably head out here, and go by my house to get all those boxes of decoratins, i have I just  didn't know i was going to fall this fast for him. "  Uh Girl. we all knew from the moment you saw him, again you we're going to fall fast.  and so far, he really is enjoying your company in many more ways than you want to admit, and so are you. she said. She Smiled. and thought to herself this girl  knows all. no matter what this girl knows all. as she said, "Well girl, i'm gonna get going I'm super tired  and tomorrow you know were doing the big tree and iam going to have to go to the house, and get the decorations, girl lets talk over the weekend. I'm sure  Joe will allow you to talk, more then unless your being tied down to his bed and he's nipping all over you. GIRLLLLLLLL NAOMI. GIRLLLLLLL. you cannot. you cannot.  they both laughed and, said they loved each other as addy was thinking, of what Naomi said she got a tingling sensation   " Leati, Leati, Leati, I i- I - I can't find the bowl for the pudding, Leati. Joe Joe."  Joe came out of the room, just wearing his pajama pants that rested right above, his hips  his hair was down a few locks, were resting, above his shoulders the rest were, behind him.  What do you need baby what are you making?  Addi, found the whisk, but not a good enough bowl, she turned around to look at him, " I Was going to, make some vanilla pudding for  in the morning for a recipe that my mom and dad used to make us,  I Thought, Joelle might want to make it with me,"   I think she will love to bake with you she loves to cook,  she loves making sandwhiches  just you wait, she has to make you her famous grilled cheese with loads and loads of cheese!".  joe laughed it's a staple with her!  Addy then said, " I can't wait to cook with her, tomorrow then. she smiled  as joe pressed his lips, against hers  as he held out the bowl, "This big enough baby?"  she smiled and said that's perfect, I'll sit it over here, and maybe the elf can muster up something,  he laughed and said  I'm not sure if that guy can do everything?  she laughed and said, "Blitzen is watching be careful. what you say around him. he will report you to santa!"  he laughed as he went to grab him, and put him in the bowl with the whisk in one hand and a cracked egg on his lips as he grabbed a piece of paper he wrote " WIIPS, i heard you liked pudding. i thought i'd get stired up and ridy for you. i hope you and i can ejoy some. -- Blitzen" Joe laughed and said this is too much i don't even know what i'm doing, addison interuppted him, and said  " Your making christmas special for your little girl Joe, And for me too. He kissed her  neck and said  "Say goodnight to blitzen, here and “hey blitz, you uh hold down the fort down here, i'll take care of the upstairs big man got it? " She laughed and said 'Joe the Elf doesn't talk back. lets go upstairs  baby." Joe said " You lead the way  Doc. she laughed and turned the lights out and, left the oven light on for a night light with a warmer she found at K&K  awhile back she brought over.

“Joe i need you to make love to me. I need to feel powerful, I need you to make me feel powerful baby. please, don't go easy on me either. i'm begining to hate the easy. I like the easy, but i need to be worked for and i need to make sure I can write a good evaluation for your return for the upcoming shows your doing. I need you to really show me what you got and what you can do, with that Just think baby this is going to help both of us, With that the door was shut and,  She was thrown on the bed, as she landed in beneath the throw pillows, she was undressing herself as  quickly as she could,  She found her swollen clit and began massaging it in hopes he would take over but he didn't  with her breath becoming more and more, faint  she cried out " LEATI i was serious I need you to be inside me and to never, leave me please please, with the last please that left her lips, he plowed into her tight wet pussy, lifting her legs  making them spread wide, he began pumping faster and faster into her  her swollen slit was as red as the crayon. as she was grunting, she became mad at how much he was so powerful, Joe kept pounding just when he couldn't take much more he pulled  out and flipped her over, " Now your going to really piss me off Joe, if you fuck my ass. I don't want you, I don't want this, this way Joe, I don't I don't- OH JOE! as joe  told her to not look at him, he  pushed her face down in the pillows, " The only thing i want to hear out of your fucking mouth,  doc, is "MORE AND MORE. and you better be loud tell your samoan what you like, you know you like it “as he began plowing in her ass, she moaned loud  and forgot to moan in the pillow as she threw a pillow out of the way he pushed her head down, and said  "TELL  ME IT HURTS, TELL ME TELL ME NOW DOC, how this patient of yours is so rough”, as he found her swollen clit, with one hand he managed to  continue to pump in her ass, “OH LEATI i'm going to come if you don't stop, I swear to god i'm coming i'm coming, as he said, NO don't do it yet don't you dare come i didn't tell you to come as he pulled out he pushed her back down on the bed she fell gracefully, with her arms going behind her head with given no warning Joe was burried in her wet pussy  driving deeper into her seeing new horizon's that he's never seen before, " Ohhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh. Joe. Ohhhhhh myyyy Joe this is so good this is it keep going keep that big dick inside me, don't you dare  pull out “ As joe slipped out Addy reached her hand down and began pumping, his cock within minutes joe came faster than he ever came, before all over addisons  tanned skin stomach, He fell back on the bed next to her breathing heavier than he ever has, "Doc i better be cleared from this because i don't know if i can make it, a 5 star for you every single night" Addy laughed and propped herself up on the pillows, next to joe she,  sighed and said, well i am still swollen but i can only judge on one side, I need more from this side as she began licking her fingers taunting joe Joe leaned back and sighed " ohhhh addy come on, that side is swollen too, but if it's not to your liking  then here we go he slid 2 fingers in her swollen slit and began pumping in and out slow at first, moving faster and faster, with each pump  of his fingers he moved closer to her, to kiss her neck, as he instered the third member of his finger  her breath became  rapid, as  she tried so hard to keep her eyes on him her eyes we're fighting the tension to close  as she finally let her eyes win  she moaned his name pushing his hand in deeper, with 3 fingers working her swollen clit she finally came hard and fast all for him "Taste me Joe." he licked his lips and  cleaned his hands off, and began drinking the juice from her swollen clit,   Joe's tounge began working, more and more as  she was coming again, he was right there for all of it, " Joe i didn't mean you make me come, again. God damn you. but god this was the best. Mmmmmm " she said.  As joe began to make sentances,  " So doc, did you get worked on? Did i uh give you a good evaluation?   Joe laughed, As  Addi smiled up at him " Ohhh i think your evaluation was one of the best yet. I think we're going to have to have another one tomorrow, I just want you at your best for when you  come back. But for now we have to get some rest Joelle will wake us up early and we're getting our tree and decorating it.

** As joe and Addy fell asleep.  the next  few days are going to be awesome, and I know Joelle will want, the biggest tree and decorating at christmas was Joelle's favorite, and it was addys too. They have a lot of busy days coming up.  Will Joe finally get his final evaluation  of sex and will he be cleared to even come back? stay tunned!!

[cloversdreams]

So I stumbled across this prompt for a telepathic best friends AU?? And then ideas happened...

Okay but please consider this.

Kiri and Baku went to the same middle school in this AU, which is where they met and realized they had this crazy telepathic connection. They bonded and became best friends because of it, no matter how hard Baku fought against it. There was simply no stopping it (ex, when Baku yells at Kiri about one thing but thinks something completely different and Kiri just laughs it off like ‘you cant hide what you really think from meeee’)

They’re constantly having all sorts of shenanigans because of their power..

Pssst, what’d you get for question 13? Kiri asked all of a sudden.

Bakugou frowned as he stared at the test before himself. He tried to act casual as they had their little conversation, even though he knew they could both be in big trouble if anyone found out that they were communicating. Do your own goddamn math and figure it out!

It’s too harrrrrrd. Come onnnnn. I’ll help you on a different questionnnn. Kiri insisted.

No. There really is something wrong with your head, idiot. Bakugou grumbled as he furrowed his brow.

Yeah, it’s connected to yours! Kiri chuckled. He had to purse his lips together to keep from laughing out loud about that one. Please Bakuuuuuuu!

“Shut up, already!” Bakugou yelled in the otherwise silent classroom. Everyone turned to stare at him.

*

They get into the same high school, and class. That is just a thrill for Kiri since they don’t have to go their separate ways. Baku acts like he doesn’t care but he’s secretly pleased as well.

Neither of them expected to meet such a colorful group of people when they got there. Kiri immediately noticed a particular boy with yellow hair that had a stylish black lightning bolt on the left side.

Oh my gosh he’s so pretty! Wow! Do you think he’d want to be friends with me? Kiri couldn’t help but wonder.

Why are you asking me? Go talk to him yourself, idiot.

I can’t. My legs won’t move. I think they’re made of lead. Help.

Bakugou rolled his eyes then gave Kiri a shove from behind, which sent him stumbling towards the boy in question. Once he righted himself and stood up straight, he couldn’t help but blush and stutter a greeting. Bakugou had to do everything in his power not to laugh when the boy in question smiled at Kiri and a sudden string of obscenities ran through his head.

Kiri knew it was Bakugou’s bad influence but he couldn’t help himself as he thought, Oh shit. He’s not pretty at all, he’s fucking gorgeous! What the hell am I supposed to do? Get your ass over here and save me, goddammit!

Kiri was never one to curse and he knew that it meant he’d basically lost all ability to reason but there was just nothing he could do about it. He forgot how to breathe and his heart pounded in his chest. He had to let the blond before him lead the conversation since all he could do was blush and agree with whatever he said.

*

Kiri was saved by the bell when it rang and their teacher arrived and told them to take their seats. Bakugou chuckled in his head the entire time and mocked his ‘pathetic display’.

The teacher assigned groups and told everyone to split up and work among themselves.

Bakugou groaned at the idea of group work since he was not a people person. He complained in Kiri’s head and refused to get out of his seat. Whatever ridiculous partners he’d been assigned could surely seek him out. He didn’t even bother looking up from his phone when he was approached by two people.

“U-um, hello? We’re, u-uh…” A nervous voice trailed off.

“It’s alright, take your time.” Hummed a soothing, second voice.

“N-no. I can’t live a nervous life forever. We’re in high school now.” The first voice said before there was the sound of an audible gulp. “H-hello! We’re you’re p-partners! Nice to m-meet you!”

“Tch. Don’t see what’s so fucking nice about i-” Katsuki stopped when he glanced up from his phone and looked at the two that stood before him.

*

Kiri cringed then turned away from his group to look at Bakugou. He was basically screaming in his head and probably didn’t even realize it. Kiri didn’t exactly understand what was happening. He looked at the boy with the curly green hair and freckles, then to the one with the super cool half red and half white hair. He smiled when he noticed just how hard Bakugou was trying to force the scowl on his face as he looked at them, while he couldn’t stop screaming in his head. Kiri finally understood. He smiled to himself and turned back towards his group. He was glad to finally have fuel to use against Bakugou for once. He couldn’t wait to tease him about this.

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