#because i first explained how like. um. circles. are extremely confusing. for like ten minutes

[girderednerve]

okay not to do the grad student "i'm a thembo :)" thing but i spent like four minutes today with my coworker trying to figure out which way to turn a screw to loosen it. we were both like, "okay, righty tighty lefty loosey, BUT it's a circle?? so like, which way is it even going, like, if you think about it? like, if the top part is going to the left then the bottom part is going to the right?"

i think it would make more sense if we all called it like. widdershins. so you could picture what if you were the angel on the head of the, um, the screw, and you were doing, like, a little circle dance, actually wait you know what i may just be stupid

[rowyn-writes]

Star Struck (Castiel x Angel!Reader)

Warnings: Language, a splash of angst, a little bit of fluff, make out scene

Pairings: Castiel x Angel!Reader

Characters: Cas, Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Jack (mentioned only) Mary (mentioned only)

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: When the Winchester's and Cas call on you for your help, Cas can't help but be star struck by your presence.

Requested by: @danitisx

You roamed the streets Dublin, Ireland. Fascinated by the beautiful scenery and amazing culture.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" A handsome man beside you asked.

"Indeed." You agreed. "Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, just up the road a couple of blocks. I've lived here my entire life. What about you? Where are you from?"

"Uh," You laughed as you scratched the back of your head. "I'm from the States. New York." You decided. It's not exactly like you could tell him you were an Archangel from Heaven.

"I'm Charlie, by the way." He gave you a cheeky grin.

"Y/N." You introduced yourself.

"Would you like to go out for a drink?"

"I would l-" You broke off as you felt a strange tug on your body. "Damn."

You were surrounded by a circle if Holy fire. You took in your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of emergency bunker. "What in Dad's name." You mumbled. "Alright, whoever summoned me here, if you don't show yourself, I'll smite you!" You growled, trying your best to be intimidating.

"Y/N." A soft voice said.

You whirled around to see a familiar angel. "Castiel." You breathed. "You're the one who summoned me here? Why?" You tilted your head to the side, similar to how Castiel would do whenever he was confused.

Two other familiar men emerged from around the corner. "Winchester's. Hello."

"Y/N. Good to see you again." Sam nodded.

"Ya know, if you wanted me here so badly, you could've called instead of summoning me here with a ring of holy fire. Which, by the way, is extremely uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Dean shrugged, throwing a glass of water, extinguishing the fire. "Precautionary measure."

"Fair enough." You slid off your black over coat and set it on the back of a chair. "So, what can I do for you boys? Do you need an elixir of some sort? An herb, perhaps? A spell?"

"They need some of your grace."

Your eyes darted from Castiel's over to him. You thought he was dead, long dead. This didn't make sense.

"You."

"Me." Gabriel smirked. "Hello, little sister. Long time no see."

"Yeah," You scoffed, raising your voice. "Long time no see because you dumbass got yourself killed by our brother! Or so I thought. Because to me, you look perfectly fine."

You trembled with anger. You had thought your brother was dead. You mourned him for so long. You cried for him, and there he was, alive and healthy. For now.

"Y/N-" He sighed.

"No! You don't get to talk, asshat!" You growled. "You let me believe you were dead for years! I cried for you, I prayed to you, to Dad! And there you are, fine and dandy."

Sam, Dean and Cas stepped back a little, giving you and your brother some space. Out of everyone, they understood family problems.

"You son of a bitch!" You screamed, using your powers to slam Gabriel into a wall. He gave out a small grunt as his back hit the cold brick wall. "You let me think you were dead! How could you?!" You clenched your fist, making it harder for Gabriel to breathe. "You were my best friend! My brother! And you heard how much pain I was in and decided to let me keep suffering! You insufferable dick!" Your eyes were glowing a bright blue.

"Y/N!" Castiel called your name, trying to calm you down. "Y/N! Stop." He rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. "You need to calm down. Let Gabriel explain."

"You guys have ten minutes to explain everything that's going on before I get my ass out of here and never come back."

The men sat you down and explained everything that happened in your absence. Including your nephew.

"You're telling me Lucifer has a son?" You questioned. "Someone actually wanted to have sex with my brother?"

"Uh, well, Kelly thought that Lucifer was the President." Sam coughed.

"The Presid-" You cut yourself off. "Okay. . . Clearly I've missed a lot. So, you want me to give you some of my grace in order to get Jack and your mother back?"

"Yes." Dean nodded. "You're our only option left. Gabriel tried to help, but most of his grace was drained by Asmodeus and it'll take time to replenish."

"Fine. I'll help."

"Really?" Cas said hopefully. "You'll help us?"

"Of course." You gave him a gentle smile. "Jack is my nephew after all. He needs a female figure in his life. And I refuse to let him be corrupted by Lucifer. My brother won't have any contact with Jack if I can help it."

"Why do you care so much about Jack?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "You've never met him."

"Doesn't mean I love him any less. He's family. And until recently, I thought everyone I loved was dead. So I can deal with the fatigue and snappiness that comes with losing some of my grace."

"Thank you." Cas said gratefully. "Thank you so much."

"Okay." You took a deep breath. "Could I get some help with extracting my grace? I'd do it myself, but I can be a bit squeamish." You looked over at the beautiful blue eyed man in a trench coat. "Would you help me?"

"Oh," Cas seemed to be flustered. "O-of course." 

You grabbed the tool and headed into an empty bedroom. "Okay, let's get this over with." You said, pushing your hair to one side of you shoulder to let Castiel extract your grace. "Just. . . Be gentle, okay?"

Cas nodded, still seeming unnerved. "You're scared. Why?"

"Well. . . You're one of the most powerful angels to ever walk the earth. You were one of God's favorites and most trusted. You led an entire army of angels into battle with demons. You banished the Princes of Hell back into Hell. You're amazing!"

You gave Cas a soft smile. "That's very sweet of you, Castiel. But I'm not the same angel anymore. I'm certainly not Father's favorite anymore. He was the one that cast me out of Heaven after he found out I had relations with a human. I'm not amazing. I'm ordinary."

"Well, you're extraordinary to me. You're helping us get Jack and Mary back. Even though you don't have to."

"It's the least I can do." You dismissed him with a wave of your hand. "You and the Winchester's have saved the world more than once. Granted, you almost ended it as well, but at least you fixed it. Plus, I can tell these people mean a lot to you."

"They do. They're my family."

"And I'm very happy that you've found your family, Castiel." You cupped his face in both of your hands. "You were a wonderful servant to Heaven, and an even better leader when the time came. You deserve to be happy after all the havoc that's happened to you." You pulled away, resting your hands in you lap.

"You would have been far better than I was. You are a good angel, and an amazing leader."

"I'm no better than Lucifer."

"Y/N," Castiel said in astonishment. "You are nothing compared to Lucifer. You are compassionate and kind. You care about people."

"But when the world was ending, I was off galavanting around the world. And when people were in danger and dying, I turned a blind eye and let it all happened!" You cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. "If I don't help, then I'm part of the problem, Castiel. I yelled at Gabriel for disappearing, but I did the exact same thing. I left, I left Heaven, my brother's, all of the other angels, I left them. For a jackass human that never really loved me. So you ask me why I'm doing this for you? I'm doing it because I've never done anything good in my existence. Ending that war with the demons, sure, it saved humans in the long run, but I never cared about that. I was just following Dad's orders. Like a good little soldier."

"Y/N," Cas began.

"Just. . . Take my grace. . . Please?"

Castiel frowned as he gingerly brushed your hair aside. "This might sting." He warned as he plunged the extractor into your neck. You winced, gripping your leg in order to cope with the pain. Cas ended up getting five vials filled with your grace.

"It should replenish eventually, but it might take some time."

You went to stand up, but immediately felt lightheaded. Cas came behind you, holding you up. You inhibitions were lowered when you lost grace, and this time was no exception.

"Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?" You smiled. "They're like the ocean."

Castiel's face tinted pink and he gave a sheepish grin. "Thank you, Y/N. You have very beautiful eyes as well."

"Is that the only thing you find attractive about me, Castiel?" You ran a finger along the length of his arm.

"I- Um. . ." The angel was flustered once again. "Well, o-of course there are other things attractive about you. You're gorgeous. Your lips are perfect, t-they look very soft."

"Why don't you find that out yourself." You smirked. You pulled Cas down by his tie, his lips meeting yours.

Castiel was hesitant at first, and you knew he never really understood kissing. You moved your lips against his, and he finally understood. You didn't even know you had been moving until your back hit the brick wall.

You hands got tangled in his dark hair, while his wrapped around your waist.

There was a loud bang at the door, making Cas pull away from you. "If you're done making out with my sister, we kind of need this show on the road." Gabriel called from the other side of the door.

"Cockblocker." You grumbled. "That was one hell of a kiss, Cas. We should do it again sometime." You gave him a wink as you headed back to the library.

"I need a cold shower."

[blackmissfrizzle]

F Like a Pornstar

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel finds out a little secret about you.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: My rewatch of Mayans helped me come up with this idea.

Lightly edited, so sorry for any mistakes

Too caught up running after your sister, you didn’t pay attention to the motorcycles in front of the house. Kyle stormed into the house, yelled her husband’s name, and ran up the stairs.

“Y/N.” You heard a familiar voice call you, halting your journey. Turning around you saw your boyfriend crooking his finger telling you to come here.

“Baby!” Your whole demeanor changed when you saw Angel. As you made a beeline to him you greeted the other Mayans. Looked like the whole crew was here.

Right when you were in arm’s reach, Angel hugged you and kissed your shoulder, that earned him a bunch of joking ‘awwws’ from his brothers.

Angel flipped them all off. He didn’t care what they think as long as he has you. “What are you doing here?” He asked, confused at how you ended up at a whore house.

You explained to him how you and Kyle were out for drinks when she decided she wanted to see where her no-good husband was. The Find My app led you to Vicki’s and now you were pretty sure that Kyle’s husband was about be murdered.

“Damn, Vic, you gonna let her kill her husband?” Coco asked, turning his attention away from the girl in his lap.

Vicki assured everyone that Kyle wasn’t gonna kill him. Apparently, this happens all the time and its good entertainment for Vicki and the girls. Plus, she just charged your douchebag brother-in-law extra.

Someone else called your name, but this time it was a woman. In her black kimono and matching black lingerie came Mimi running towards you. “Y/N!!! OMG, girl you look good.” She juggled your boobs.

Angel took in your outfit in its totality and he agreed with Mimi. You looked good, a little too good for his taste. You wore a burnt orange top that crossed in the front, which showed off a generous amount of cleavage, light washed ripped blue jeans hugging your ass, brown heels showing off those pretty white toes Angel wanted to suck, and Fenty Gloss Bomb and Body Lava to top it off. He can’t believe you went out like that without him.

“She’s right, mi dulce. You look fucking sexy, wait til we get home.” Angel smacked your ass and nibbled on your ear.

An unimpressed grunt was heard across the room. “I doubt she can pleasure him.” A short blonde told another girl.

This wasn’t unusual. Angel being a Mayan and extremely attractive made other girls jealous of you and disrespectful. Early on you used to jack them up, but eventually you learned to ignore them especially since Angel proved he only had eyes for you.

“Don’t do my friend like that! Remember Vegas, Y/N?” Mimi came to your defense.

As you remembered that weekend, a smile crept on your face. That was one wild ass weekend.

“What happened in Vegas,” EZ asked, noticing your smile.

“Old same old same old,” Mimi answered. “Partying, drinking, gambling. But then we got invited to this sex club and Ms. Thang over there had sex with a pornstar.”

All the men in the room were interested now. It was no secret that you were wild child, but they didn’t expect that.

“Who was she?” Eagerness laced Angel’s voice.

You were about to lie. Angel didn’t need to know all the sordid details, but Mimi had to open her big mouth. “She?! No, she got to fuck the Manuel Ferrera.”

Desperately, you tried to get Mimi to shut up, but she wouldn’t. “Remember he said you were the best he ever had? Didn’t he get your number?” You confirmed her guess with a slight nod. “My girl got the shit that yanks!” Mimi bragged as if she was talking about herself.

At this point you could’ve burst into flames by how hot your face was. You could feel Angel staring holes in your head and the bemused faces on the other Mayans didn’t help.

“He was aight. Nothing to write home about.” You tried to calm the storm brewing in Angel, but once again Hurricane Mimi blew in.

“Just okay?! Girl, you couldn’t shut up about the dick the whole way home! Best dick of your life! Didn’t you cal-” Mimi was about to go on, but she finally caught the look on your face. “Um, I think I heard a customer,” Mimi pointed to the stairs. “Imma catch you later.”

“Best dick of your life, huh?” Coco took a drag of his cigarette and smirked. He loved giving you shit.

Angel looked at you expectantly, but you kept your mouth shut. This was a discussion better for home.

“Okay, then.” Angel spoke to himself then threw you over his shoulder. “Let’s see if he’s still the best.”

An inhuman screech came out your mouth as you called Angel’s name. “You can’t do this here! Vicki has money to make, she can’t be wasting it on us!”

Gilly pulled out his wallet and gave Vicki a couple of hundreds, for which Angel thanked him and promised to pay him back.

“Fuck you, Gilly!” You double flipped off said man as Angel went up the stairs.

Gilly toasted his beer to you. “Looks like Angel already about to beat me to the punch!”

An eruption of laughter broke out as Angel continued up the stairs. On the first try, he found an empty bedroom and threw you on the bed.

“Aw c’mon Angel, you can’t be that upset about a guy I messed around with before you. Anyway, I’m the one who should be upset. You’re the one at a brothel!”

“We’re checking on Creep.” Angel began undressing himself. He knew your brain always short-circuits when he takes off his clothes.

“Well, he uh he looks fine to me. Let’s finish this at home.” Angel pulled you off the bed and stood behind you. You could feel his hardened length against your back.

His fingers expertly unbuttoned your jeans and he went straight for your clit, rubbing small circles. “Angel,” you cried out in ecstasy.

Licking your hand, you reached behind you and started stroking Angel. “Fuck, querida.” Angel groaned, leaning his head back. “See, you don’t wanna stop, sweetheart. I think you wanna show that little puta down there that you can more than enough please your man.”

“5 minutes.”

“I knew your ego couldn’t handle being challenged.” Angel undressed you and pushed you back to the bed. “Would you have even agreed if she didn’t run her mouth?”

“I’ll never tell.” You pretended to zip up your mouth and throw away the key, but Angel knew exactly how to get you to open your mouth. Without warning he slid into you and the both of you moaned.

Angel leaned in closer to you. “Shit, Y/N, it may be less than five minutes by the way you’re gripping me.” His pace started off slow, but he couldn’t help to pick it up. When y’all got home, Angel planned to take his time, explore your body, tease you, and slowly make love to you, but right now wasn’t the time. He had a point to prove. You had a point to prove.

“Whose pretty pussy is this?” Angel slipped his hand between the two of you and rubbed on your clit.

“Yours,” you whimpered against Angel’s lips.

“Mmm, that wasn’t loud enough. Try again.” Angel pushed your legs back until your ankles were by your ears.

His dick went deeper than before, so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. “It’s yours,” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your nails marking up his back.

“Damn right, mi dulce! I better not hear about that man ever again; do you understand me?”

You brought your lips up to Angel. “Yes, now make me cum!” You ordered against his ears.

Angel smiled against your cheek and gave you a sweet kiss. “Yes ma’am.” But that kiss was completely different by the way he was pounding into you. Angel’s thrusts were becoming erratic, letting you know he would be coming right along with you.

Soon, the both of you were yelling out each other’s name in euphoria with a string of curse words followed by some heavy panting and a little laughter at the current situation you were in.

Finally dressed, you checked yourself in the mirror to make sure that nothing was out of place. “Angel, I swear if you sweated out my blowout, you’re paying for the next one.” You tried your best to slick down some of your fly-aways.

Angel buckled up his belt as he came to stand behind you. “I told you not to get it, but no you just had to. I should let your little spoiled ass look crazy.”

Facing him with a mega-watt smile you slid your arms around his waist. “So, that means you’ll get it?”

Rolling his eyes, Angel to agree to paying for the next blowout. “Spoiled ass,” he mumbled when y’all exited the room.

Another door opened as soon as y’alls did, revealing an old white guy with thinning hair and beer belly. “How much for her?” He asked, his eyes unashamedly raking over your body. In no time, Angel pulled out his gun and told the disgusting man that you weren’t for sell, making the dude scurry back into his room.

As the two you were laughing down the stairs, you heard Kyle tell Lance she wanted a divorce. “What? What do you mean you want a divorce? Just because you heard your sister get fucked like the biker whore she is, you want to leave me? Me? Pathetic.” Venom was dripping from Lance’s tongue and you were about to knock him out like you did the first time you found out he cheated on Kyle, but Angel stopped you.

All of the Mayans perked up and immediately were on the defense. “Watch your mouth before we have to do something about it.” Bishop ordered the prick. Lance may be oblivious and unappreciative, but he wasn’t a total idiot. In a hurry, he left Vicki’s before he got his ass beat.

It was quiet for a little bit after Lance left in a rush until you spoke up. “So, all I had to do was let you listen to me have sex and that’s what would’ve got you to leave his lame ass?! Bitch I would’ve done that a long time ago!”

Kyle waved off your silliness even if it was true. Albeit repulsive to hear her baby sister to get her back broke, it awakened something in her. Never in her entire ten years with Lance had she known pleasure like that. And then to see Angel doting on you just after it sounded like y’all have the nastiest sex made her want more.

“First order of business: get you some new dick! Gilly? EZ? Coco?” You were arranging the men like a buffet table. EZ was mortified, Gilly had the sense to pretend to, and Coco looked like he was up for game.

“Y/N,” she sighed at your fast attempt to get her a rebound. “Not now. Anyway, can I drive your car back home? I planned on riding back with Lance, but that’s obviously not happening.”

Angel dug in your back pocket and threw the keys to Kyle. “Here you go. I’ll get her home safely.” You gave Kyle a hug goodbye and you promised to bust Lance’s kneecaps if he tried to do any fuck shit.

For a couple of more minutes you and Angel stay behind to check on Creep and say your goodbyes. When you hugged Mimi, the snooty blonde was near her and she still seemed pissed off that you managed to bag Angel. “Next time,” you fluffed her hair ad if you were friends. “Try another bitch because I’m not the one, two, or three.” You patted her shoulders and gave her ‘I’ll kill you bitch’ smile.

Angel started to guide you towards the door before you can do any damage to the girl. Once you got to the front door threshold you stopped and turned to the girl. “Oh, if what you heard earlier wasn’t proof that my shit yanks, maybe I’ll invite you to watch and you may get some pointers.” You stuck out your tongue and twerked on Angel to the music in your head.

Mimi pointed a perfectly manicured finger at you and screamed, “HELL MOTHERFUCKIN’ YEAH! MY GIRL SHIT YANKS!” Everyone either shook their head at your antics or broke out in laughter, except stanky ass attitude girl.

Now Angel needed to get you home asap. He smacked your ass to push you out the door. “Yo, you into that exhibitionism shit?” By the way he asked and the look on his face, you knew he was hoping for a yes.

“Only if you also allow another man to watch.”

“Fuck no!” Angel strapped in your helmet a little too tight due to his little outburst of jealous.  You cackled as you hopped on the back of bike. Bet, he won’t ask another stupid question like that again.

Tagging: @marvelmaree​ @titty-teetee​ @thickemadame​ @cocooned-butterfly​ @ladydragonpurplefire​ @mrsamaroevans​ @sparklemichele​ @briannab1234​

[ofaprilflowers]

- part 2: home? - 

warnings: descriptions of injuries, not too detailed.

tags: shout out to my first-ever requested tags, @sista7-7​  @softieus​ and @marrambles​ yay! Thank you for reading and sorry for the late update TT. Hope you guys enjoy :)

disclaimers: I am not a medical professional, this is all part of my imagination and totally made-up therefore is in no way accurate. If you find any part I could improve on, do tell. I would appreciate the feedback. Other than that, enjoy! <3

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It took another week for me to finally be discharged. A week of rehabilitation and physiotherapy (which Dr. Hwang said would be continued after my discharge TT). I had lost strength in my extremities and also my sense of balance. This, I found out after almost falling down right on my face when I attempted to climb out of bed for the first time. Almost, well because thankfully, he was there. 

My parents had arrived the night I woke up. My mother immediately cupping my face, tears brimming in her eyes while my father just took my hand in his and smiled every time I looked his way. 

It felt surreal, honestly. My family and I were close. But we were not exactly the type to be crying and holding each other, or professing our love for each other. We were the laugh-at-each-other’s-life-problems-cuz-I-had-it-worse-than-you type of family. Then again, for me it felt like I was waking up from a long nap, while for them, they didn’t know whether I would make it or not so, fair enough.

Turns out, the accident was pretty bad. My head had to be stitched up and so now there was a nasty gash above my left eye (it was definitely gonna scar but let’s not think about that right now). My arms where full of cuts and scrapes from the broken windshield. My legs and chest, badly bruised. Dr. Hwang said they had healed fairly well in the past two weeks, but I still cringed at how ugly they looked every time I caught a glimpse. He also mentioned that I was lucky not to have sustained any other serious injuries other than my head trauma. I was grateful of course, but losing my memory was deleterious enough. 

I woke up every morning feeling confused as to why the heck I was at a hospital and it took a few groggy minutes to remember. Sometimes it took seeing Jaehyun- either curled up asleep on the armchair or standing next to the window with a cup of coffee in hand- for me to come crashing back into reality. 

I learnt through my mother- who had attempted to fit the past 2 weeks of my unconsciousness along with the last 6 years into a 2 day crash-course- that Jaehyun was the only one who stayed at the hospital every day and night. My mother had stayed the first week, as my condition stabilised however, she opted to visiting daily. That also depended on whether my father was available to drive her 45 minutes to the hospital from home. You see, my parents were rational people, but I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt. I mean I was laying unconscious on a hospital bed yet there were still other important stuff to be handled. Well, as they say, life goes on, right? Kind of made me think if I had just hallucinated the tears brimming in her eyes the other day.

While my mother would babble on about looking on the bright side and starting my life again, Jaehyun’s presence was like having a burden be lifted. I know I’ve lived most of our “acquaintence-ship” hating him, but I made a mental note to properly thank him for this in particular. On every occasion that my head felt like it was about to burst from the overwhelming information my mother was flooding me with, he’d interject, naturally bringing her focus to something other than trying to piece me back together. Often times he’d ask her to join him for a cup of coffee, or show her things he was currently working on. I’d close my eyes then and pretend to fall asleep.

“So, you’re saying, I should continue my life ‘as normal as possible’. Meaning?” We (the doctor and I) were currently in his office. By tomorrow morning I was finally leaving. Goodbye to the sanitary, boring hospital, hello to......well, life?

The doctor had explained all the procedures and follow-up appointments that were to come. Both to Jaehyun and I. Then, we talked about going home and that’s when I realised, home had changed. I don’t know how we had avoided addressing it, or maybe I was the only one in denial of it. I mean throughout the week after regaining consciousness, although Jaehyun was there, we barely talked. Mostly because I became a selective mute, and he, well I guess he was respecting my space?

Dr. Hwang had noticed the awkward silence that had passed after he mentioned about going home and quickly changed the subject, calling in a nurse to guide Jaehyun in signing my discharge papers or something. After he left, the doctor didn’t hesitate in putting on what I call his “uncle-face”.

“As normal as possible, meaning that it’s better if you return to your daily routines prior to the accident,” he explained for the nth time.

I fidgeted in my seat. “But, wouldn’t that cause me more distress? It’s a life a barely know.” “Astrid,” he began, straightening his back. “I understand how hard it my be for you to wrap you head around all this. 6 years is a lot. But it is your life. Your experiences and memories throughout that period were real, and you deserve to remember them. You need to give your life a chance.”

Well, damn. He had a point. He should’ve been a therapist instead.

“And, what if my memories don’t come back?” I prodded.

“Well then, at least maybe you’ll learn more about yourself.” Okay, then. Here we go, Astrid.

We live in a loft?!?!

Pretty sure my eyes were bulging out of my head but wow.

Eyes wandering around the space, I tried to take in everything at once. This was certainly NOT what I had expected. This can’t be real right? I must absolutely be dreaming.

“Welcome...home?” Jaehyun said.

My head snapped in his direction, mouth agape. He smiled sheepishly, his infamous dimples popping out, his hands tucked into his jean pockets, his shoulders lifted briefly. He looked like a child, shyly presenting to the world his greatest creation. I almost smiled. Almost. 

“You like it?” he asked.

I scoffed. “For real?”

My eyes turned back to the space he had referred to as home. Well, it didn’t feel like home (yet. Remember Astrid we’re giving this a chance), but yes, I absolutely love it!

I took in my surroundings again and this time, couldn’t help the smile that crept up my cheeks. 

The space was gorgeous. It was big, but not huge. It was small, but not tiny. It was spacious enough to have everything and more. There was an L-shaped sofa that could probably fit 5 or maybe even 7 people if squeezed in together. There were even 2 more smaller ones in front of it. Perfect for a small gathering. Opposite the living room was a kitchen, with a small kitchen island. God, I’ve always dreamed of having an island. There was another floor and at the stairs leading up to it were ceiling-high windows with a bumped-out seat, all set with pillows on one end and potted plants on the other. It looked like the perfect spot to read or stargaze at night. I walked into the living room, the brick walls were covered in framed movie posters and artwork, some smaller frames containing pictures which I guessed were probably a collection of memories.

I stepped closer and caught a glimpse of some familiar faces in unfamiliar settings. One photo caught my eye. It was a photo I remember, taken earlier this ye- I mean well, early 2017, right after graduation. I was sandwiched between Jungwoo and Ten, holding up a peace sign to the camera. Jaehyun on Jungwoo’s other side, hand around the latter’s shoulders. Others in the picture smiling widely, so many poses, so many expressions. Literally, it felt like yesterday. 

“You remember that?” Jaehyun probed. 

I smiled. “Yeah, just a couple weeks before Taeil’s birthday bash, right?”

Then, something flickered in my mind. Of Jaehyun, smirking at a table with his friends, of them exchanging words and laughter, of me hearing something I probably shouldn’t have. Jaehyun had many circles of friends, being the typical extroverted, super-friendly campus sweetheart. This circle was one I wasn’t quite familiar with, least to say I didn’t really like them. I felt my cheeks heat up as my blood boiled at the thought of that memory.

“You wanna see upstairs?” Jaehyun’s voice pulled me back into reality. I turned to look at him. He was standing right next to me, looking almost exactly the same as the Jaehyun I knew. The Jaehyun that I couldn’t stand being in the same room with. The Jaehyun that always had a competitive, mischievous glint in his eye. The Jaehyun that would take every chance he got to argue with everything I said. The Jaehyun that made me feel like I had to defend everything I had. 

There was a slight difference, though. The competitive, mischievous glint was somehow...softer. It made me confused, because I was angry, but looking at him now, I don’t know who to be angrier at. Me, or him?

“Ummm, I think, I just- I just wanna lie down,” I tore my eyes away from him and took a step back, putting just a little more distance between him and I.

I saw his fists clench and unclench a bit at his sides. A moment passed until he said, “Yeah. Sure,” walking back towards the doors he picked up my hospital bag and gestured towards a room behind him.

“This is actually, um, our bedroom, but don’t worry, I’ve moved most of my stuff upstairs so this space is all yours,” dropping the bags on the bed, he stepped aside to allow me in. It was a beautiful room, with slanted windows, decorated with some more plants. 

“So, feel free to look around, get used to the place and all. Oh yeah, um, this is the bathroom,” he opened a door on the left of the room, then gestured toward a closet in front of the bed, “Your pyjamas are in the top drawer and, uh, well, um, everything else is-”

“I’ll take a look,” I smiled at him briefly.

His eyes landed on mine for a moment, then quickly looked away. 

“Yeah, okay, so um, I’ll be outside, if you need anything just, um,” his hands, one scratching at the back of his neck, the other gesturing undecidedly, “yeah.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay,” he replied. He stood there for a second, then turned to leave the room.

“Jeahyun?”

“Hmm?” he snapped his head towards me, eyebrows lifted in question.

“Thank you,” I breathed.

I saw a bit of tension leave his body. “You don’t need to thank me, Astrid,” he replied softly. “This is- this is your home too.” With a tight-lipped smile, he closed the door behind him.

[diegosclownshoes]

the s2 plot finally kicks off in this part as the agent and five finally meet and make wonderful first impressions on each other. this part is also reads more like a fic than the last (which you should def read before this for it to make sense if you haven’t bc it sets up the whole scene), since it’s p dialogue heavy, and pretty much all from the agent’s pov, but it’s still more on the draftish, notesish side. also some of the original scenes bw five and elliott are gonna be retconned since the agent’s already answered most of his questions about crop circles and whatnot when she revealed where she came from.

The agent find herself standing face to face with the stranger from the picture, now practically burning a little square down onto her skin through the pocket of her jeans. Elliott’s standing behind him mouthing what the hell is going on, and between the disbelief that boy in the picture has actually, finally shown up, the day has finally come, and the panic over what to do with Elliott, the agent does little more (well actually nothing more) than stand there with her lips parted and not a single word on her tongue.

A beat passes as the boy maintains eye contact while he lifts the mug to his lips, taking a drawn out sip, and only breaks it once he steps forward out towards the open area of what’s now the makeshift research/office space where they’ve put together any and everything that they could get their hands on related to the strangers (does it count if the agent knows them from a picture?) who appeared in the alley after the agent..

“Hm. This Colombian?” he asks, turning back around to face them. He looks far too nonchalant about all of this for the agent’s liking, and she has half a mind knock the coffee out of his hand, even if it means her favorite mug breaks.

Before she has the chance to respond, however, Elliott hastily moves forwards before answering back, “It’s my own blend.” The agent quickly grabs him by the arm and tugs him back into the kitchen, the butter knife that he’d grabbed after the boy’s intrusion clattering to the floor.

“Excuse us just a second,” she grits out, dragging Elliott further back until they’re stood up against the counter where the forgotten groceries lay. “What are you doing, oh my god. ‘It’s my own blend’,” she says, doing a (pretty poor) impression of Elliott. “What, are you gonna tell him the recipe now if he asks?”

“What am I doing,” Elliott hisses back. “What are you doing? Because if I’m not mistaken, that’s the same guy from your picture, and this is what you’ve been waiting here for since the moment you got dropped into that alley!”

The agent quickly glances at the boy, who’s poking around their setup, turning over newspaper clippings and fiddling with the machinery, and doesn’t seem to be paying them all that much attention. “That doesn’t mean that you just tell him everything he asks about! We don’t even know what he’s here for or if that little teleportation trick is all he’s got! And also, isn’t it just awful convenient how the one person we’ve been waiting for shows up last, and how he ended up literally knocking on our door?” She again looks back at the boy, who stops reading whatever journal it is he’s picked up and looks back, arching a brow at her. She scowls back.

Elliott sighs. “Well maybe if he got the chance to speak he’d tell us what he’s here for anyway.” He pauses, then frowns. “No harm in being too careful though,” he agrees, pulling open the drawer under the counter and grabbing a (much sharper) knife before the pair make their way back over to the boy.

He gives Elliott a ‘really?’ look as he sees the knife in his hand, but nontheless ignores it before he asks, “Have you ever heard of Area 51? Roswell?” And honestly the agent can’t help the snort she lets out at that. Who knew letting Elliott keep his conspiracy theory crap mixed in with her research would ever get that reaction out of someone.

“Please, you honestly expect us to believe that you’re from another planet? Which one, home to the alien race of vertically challenged boarding school runaways?” The agent crosses her arms and scoffs but before she can say anything else the boy’s once again blinked and now stands directlyfront of her, and she quickly leans back to steady herself.

“Well,” he says, smiling thinly, “If there were such a planet then you’d no doubt be a citizen there yourself, so let’s both of us ignore that comment for now,” and okay, the agent realizes with a little feeling of indignance, he does have an inch (or two) on her. Still, she doubles down on an overly saccharine smile of her own.

“Alright, let’s,” she says back, and silently hates the sense of relief she feels once he steps back. Behind her Elliott, ever the peacekeeper, clears his throat.

“Um, what my niece over here meant to say is that, while there certainly is reason to believe in extraterrestrial life which exists beyond the limits of our own universe, and beyond our comprehension, you and all the other anomalies we’ve seen don’t seem to to fit into that, uh, narrative. So don’t go trying to avoid the question at hand.” The agent gives him a funny look; which question at hand have they even asked at this point? The boy, on the other hand, quickly leans forward again.

“Which others?”

*

Elliott quickly explains phenomenon that occurred during the five energy surges they’d witnessed together, and the consequent flashes of blazing blue light that  had appeared alongside them each time before depositing a figure into the alley. Somewhere in the middle of his explanation, he’d set down the knife, and the agent hopes that it wasn’t a mistake (she’s confident in her own special power, but if the boy teleports before she has a chance to use it then it won’t be of much use at all).

The boy frowns, brows furrowed. “Did you get a good look at any of them?”

“Yeah, a couple of them. There was the first one, which I saw alone, because, uh my niece wasn’t here at the time.” Before their guest has a chance to ask what he means by that the agent quickly cuts in.

“There was that freakishly big crybaby,” she adds, and the boy turns to face her.

“Crybaby?”

“Yes, a crybaby, a person who cries often, and is thus referred to as a cry plus baby. You know, you should quit playing hooky, otherwise you’ll miss out on more than just those oral comprehension skills you’re lacking here.” And okay, she should feel kinda bad for taking jabs at a teenager but he’s also had her feeling unsettled since the moment he walked (or rather, blinked) in. Before he can respond (most likely with a threat, which. Shocker) Elliott jumps in, breaking up the hostile air.

“He kept coming back to the alley and sat around for hours wailing someone’s name, a woman’s name, it was uhh-”

“Allison,” the agent supplies.

“Yes! Allison.”

The boy frowns (the agent bites her tongue before she makes a comment about his face getting stuck that way). “Luther.”

“Well,” she says instead, “Whoever it was, they all came scattered over the past couple years. No two at the same time. The last one was in September.”

The boy lets out a sigh of relief. “So my family’s alive,” and okay, what? The agent’s eyes widen in part shock and part confusion as he continues. “Shit.I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me-"

"Elliot. My name's Elliot. And this," he gestures towards the agent, “Is-”

“None of his business,” the agent says coolly, crossing her arms.

“Alright, fine. Elliott and None Of His Business, I got ten days to find them and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that,” he says, the last part directed at Elliott. No surprise there, the agent thinks, going for the more guileless of the two. Although it’s not as if she would have done any different herself. However, she once again interjects. Knowing Elliott, he’ll reveal something to this guy before he even asks about it, and she’s not sure she wants him knowing how much they know any more than they need to let on. For now at least.

“You know,” she says, quickly making her way over to one of the desks pushed up against the wall, pulling open one of the drawers and producing a newspaper clipping, “This mugshot looks a lot like arrival number four.” That’s a lie, because she knows for a fact that that is exactly the last arrival, had held the clipping up beside the blurry picture given to her by The Handler and confirmed it at least ten times. But he doesn’t need to know that just yet. She offers out the clipping and he immediately snatches it out of her hands, eyes racing across the picture.

“Diego,” he breathes out, before looking up from the paper and directly at her. She feels a pang of guilt at the look of extreme, almost manic relief in his eyes, when she knows there’s information on all of the rest of, what she knows now to be his family, sitting there in their office.

And then his words truly hit her; in her scramble to make sure Elliott didn’t blurt anything out, she’d almost forgotten that first part where he said he needed to save the world and just. What? Is that a part of her mission? Is she supposed to help him do that too? And why didn’t The Handler ever mention that? She wants to ask him more but has no clue where to start, and before she gets gets the chance to ask (or to be more accurate, splutter incoherently for a second), someone else speaks up first.

“So that’s helpful then,” Elliott states more than questions, looking almost eager to be of more use.

“You have no idea,” is all the boy says, and before the agent gets a chance to ask him wait, hold up, let’s go back to that saving the world bit, he folds up the snippet of paper and disappears with a soft zap. The agent and Elliott both turn to face each. other. Almost a minute passes and then-

“Well that was something.“

[joy1579]

Zen cheated on MC. She finds out and instead of crying her eyes out is getting drunk and calling Seven (which is madly in love with her but never told her because of her relationship with Zen).

so first I’m so sorry this took sooooooooo long but i hope you get it and i hope you like it. i had a ton of fun writing drunk MC. also i didn't want MC to use seven as a rebound so they don’t get together right away but seven does take care of her and they probably get together after a couple of months. she has time to move on and their romantic relationship has a real foundation to grow on.

so without further ado

zen cheats and seven gets the girl

You normally didn’t pay any attention to the gossip that circled around Zen constantly. after all every week they claimed there was some new lover or budding cast romance and every week without fail, Zen would come home to you, loyal as a knight. lately though the rumors had become more focused more realistic somehow. Zen’s rehearsals had run later, started earlier, things simply seemed off no matter how much you tried to deny it. so when the news story broke and plastered TV, magazines, and websites with numerous pictures of Zen wrapped around some pretty little blonde with big blue eyes, you hated to admit how much you had braced yourself for the blow.

the RFA chatroom was going haywire and your phone was ringing off the hook as you packed a single small bag. you supposed you should have been crying, grieving the loss of nearly two and a half years of “love” washed away by little more than some passing fancy. yet you couldn’t quite find it in yourself. Instead you felt an icy ball of hard anger settle in the pit of your stomach.

so it was that you now stood in some no name nightclub sipping a drink you couldn’t pronounce bought for you by some guy that had since given up on your affections. You had shut off your phone to stop all the notifications that had been flooding in since the pictures of Zen and THAT woman were released. You didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of that bomb dropping right now, didn’t want to explain things to the RFA or have to see Zen trying to defend himself. Right now all you wanted was to find some sort of catharsis in the loud music, alcohol and dancing. Downing the last of the far too sweet drink, you made your way toward were the band took requests. you shoved a ten towards the man and half shouted over the music.

“something fast, angry, and loud” he nodded and you decided to grab another drink while you waited for your request. you opted for strength over taste and grimaced as you chugged the drink. the icy anger you felt slowly dulled with your 3rd drink of the night and in the back of your mind you knew it was more the effects of alcohol than any real emotional progress. Four more drinks and several songs later had you ready to turn your phone back on if only to find a place to stay. confusion struck you however when your lock screen showed only black with green text moving at lightning speed.

“grrrrl that’s crazy you gotta show me how you got it to do that!” said one of the girls you had found yourself dancing with earlier.

“I didn’t do this girl.” you said slurring your speech only the slightest bit “oh no! what if this isn’t my phone!” you gasped “no nah it’s my case false alarm it’s mine. see the purple that’s, that’s my color so it’s got to be my pho-.” you were cut off by the ringing and answered it quickly fumbling the phone just a bit your drunken haste “phone?”

“mc?!?” cried the voice on the other end

“seven!! lucy, lucy- yell, lu- luceal? how do you, how do you say your name seven? not seven the other name you know the L one the bible name.”

“what? MC? are you drunk? never mind. listen I’m on my way to get you I got your location from your phone already so I’ll be there soon”

“I made friends, seven listen, listen” you pointed your phone towards the group of girls you’d been dancing with “grrl! grrl! you gotta come here my friends on the phone! you know the guy I told you

“fuck that guy!” one of them yelled prompting another to cheer an agreement.

you tried to stifle the laugh that fell from you lips before you replied. “nooooo the other, the other guy the good one remember? oh she’s dancing now.” you held the phone back to your ear to explain “she’s dancing now seven but, she’s so nice and she said, listen she said hyun is” what had she said? the memory was fuzzy now but you did know one thing “hyun is so stupid you know that?”

“MC I’m so sorry about what happened”

“where does he get off pulling that crap?” you broke into a fit of giggles suddenly “wait no I know where he gets off don’t I. Do you think she knows? seven do you think she knew?”

“mc please I’m almost there okay just 3 minutes’ tops can you come outside for me I’ll meet you outside”

“seven I think, I think I need a place to stay cuz, I think I need a place to stay because I lost my key or I gave it away? I don’t know”

“mc come outside please I’m pulling in”

“seven thank you so much oh, oh just a sec” you held the phone to your chest “grrl I gotta go!” you yelled waving at the dancing girls.

one waved back at you quickly before another shouted “you do you girl! YOU do YOU!”

you laugh at that and yell back “Imma do ME” before stumbling towards the door. just as you reached for the handles though the world lurched to one side and you stumbled directly into someone’s chest.

“mc? are you okay? you don’t look good! come on let’s get you out of here.” it took you several long moments before you recognized the car and voice of the man you had run into.

“sev! your here!” seven flinched at your loud voice before raising an eyebrow at you

“MC how drunk are you? like on a scale of 1 to 10”

you looked at your fingers for a moment as if you were trying to count but when your eyes focused back on sevens face your only answer was simply “which one is drunk?”

“okay. That answers that”

“I hate him you know?”

“huh? oh yeah”

“and I, I think he, sev? seven how long do you think?” you asked pulling your knees up to your chest and leaving your heels on the car’s floorboard.

“I don’t know” he admitted solemnly eyes locked on the road and hands in a white knuckle grip on the wheel. the momentary silence in the car was broken by the ringer on your phone playing the telltale love song you had set as Zen’s ringtone. you grimaced and rolled down the window before dropping your phone out of the speeding car.

“what the?!? MC! did you just - “

 “shhhhhh I don’t want to talk about it.” You slurred moving your hand in his vague direction trying to put your fingers to his lips in the classic shushing style but failing miserably.

“I um I’m pretty sure the phones destroyed anyway so I guess that’s that” he mumbled drifting off as you sunk lower in your seat curling in on yourself even more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this sleepy seven” you mumble before yawning and hugging yourself tight “Hyun may suck but he was always warm ya know? like, like a god damn space heater”

“if your cold I can turn on the heater” seven suggested gently one hand moving to adjust the air conditioner for you

“nooo” you whine grabbing his hand. you gasped the second your skin met his and exclaimed “your hands so cold”. bringing his hand to your face and pressing his icy finger gently against your eyes you mumble “they’re perfect”. after a moment you sigh enjoying the soothing chill against your skin. you didn’t notice sevens blush as he focused resolutely on the road.

 waking the next morning was hell. the blinking red lights of all the electronics in the room were way to bright and none of them went off at the right times. you buried your head into a dark red pillow before slowly things clicked into place. had your head not ached with every movement you would have sat bolt upright in the bed, but considering the angry throbbing in your skull and slight nausea in your stomach you opted to simply bury yourself farther into the bedding around you. the sheets smelled familiar, a semi sweet honey kissed scent that brought to mind cheeky smiles and mischievous winks. between the signature scent and the deep maroon color you knew exactly who’s bed you’d ended up in. sevens. at some point you would have to address all the implications of that fact but first you figured you should start with hangover management. first things first after all. head still buried in the bedding you used one hand to feel around you and get your bearings. when your finger met with a bedside table you searched it for anything to sooth your headache only to hear a quiet chuckle. you groaned shamefully before deciding to simply flip off the man watching you struggle before pulling you hand back into your make shift blanket sanctuary. After a moment you heard the door open and shut before the sound of a glass being set down on the bedside table told you it was okay to reach out again.

“I shouldn’t drink. I never drink? why did I drink? who let me make such a terrible decision.” you grumble to yourself sipping on the water seven had brought you praying to ease your headache.

“we couldn’t reach you to stop you. you turned your phone off.”

“sorry” you said shamefully “I know you don’t like alcohol picking me up probably wasn’t fun was it”

“don’t worry i was too worried about you to be angry” you buried yourself back in the blankets to shield yourself from light again. he was sat facing the bed with his laptop angled to shine away from you, a gesture you were extremely thankful for even if the light still felt blinding.

“thank you for letting me stay here seven. I guess I’ll have to look for someplace new to stay huh? I don’t really want to continue living with, him” you mused

“I uh, I have a guest room. just till you get back on your feet if you want.”

“you sure you and Saeran wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to impose”

“I’ll ask him but I doubt he’ll mind he practically thinks of you as a sister”

“thanks.” you said letting yourself peek out of the blankets just a little “um where’s my phone?” you didn’t like the mischievous smirk that lit sevens face at that question. Your drunk self-had a lot of explaining to do.

 the following weeks where long. putting your life back together seemed to highlight just how much of it you had built around Zen but seven helped the whole way. you had seven send him the info to take over the fan page that you had managed for him. he even helped you replace your phone and block Zen’s number. you and Saeran spent several evenings listening to angry music before eventually you had raged enough to be sad about everything that had happened and then seven was there to cheer you up. he joked around and sent you cute cat pics, one time he even took you to see Ellie while Jumin was at work. after a while you returned to the RFA chat determined to face whatever drama was awaiting you but seven had already handled it. He had banned Zen that first day and let the other members know what was going on so you didn’t have to relive every detail; and for the first time you thought maybe when one door closes, another one opens.

[mistydacat]

Marichat May Day 7 || Disguise

Thank you to @/ typewritings and @ /Justine559 for helping me write this chapter! And to @ /MiraculousPotatouwu for helping me fix the mistakes! Their accounts are on Wattpad.

Marinette and Cat Noir sat together on Marinette's chaise lounge, eating a bowl of popcorn and watching Mean Girls. For some reason, Cat Noir had insisted on that movie, claiming it was a "sleepover classic." When Marinette asked if it would make him feel awkward, he only shrugged and said, "Why would it? I'm mature enough to go "Ewww" when people make out. It's just a movie."

"Gretchen, stop trying to make 'fetch' happen, it's NOT going to happen."

Marinette giggled at the iconic line, which made Cat Noir smile.

Then his ring beeped. Marinette was too focused on the movie to hear it, but Cat Noir did. He didn't normally detransform from being in costume for too long, but he'd arrived at Marinette's around ten o'clock at night, and it was now well past three in the morning.

"Can you please pause it for a second? I need to, um... do something." He asked, getting up.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Marinette, getting up and pausing the movie on her computer.

"No, um... I'll be back in a few minutes. Cat Noir climbed up the ladder to Marinette's bed and opened the trapdoor, leaping out. He jumped off of the balcony and into the alleyway next to the bakery before detransforming.

"No one told me you'd be at your girlfriend's house for five hours!" Complained Plagg, the moment Adrien dropped his transformation.

"I told you I was gonna go over to her house for a sleepover!"

"I thought you meant you'd take a nice nap, not spend the night! Now, where's my cheese? I'm starving!"

Adrien reached into his breast-pocket, expecting to find a piece of camembert cheese, but there was nothing there.

"Shoot." He muttered.

What?" Asked Plagg.

"I forgot to bring cheese..?"

⊱ ────── {.⋅ �� ⋅.} ────── ⊰

What's taking Cat Noir so long to get back? He said he'd only take a few minutes. Wondered Marinette, starting to get worried.

"Should I go outside and check if he's nearby?" she asked Tikki.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to check." Her kwami chirped.

Marinette went up to her balcony, looking around for her lost cat. She was about to give up when she heard his voice from the alleyway, she couldn't make out what he was saying, but it sounded like he was talking to someone. Curious, Marinette decided to go investigate.

She climbed down the ladder and stairs then quietly left the bakery and into the alleyway.

"Cat Noir?" She called, out, sticking her head out the door. "Are you there?"

"Marinette?" She heard his voice respond, but she didn't see him.

She heard a loud crashing noise, followed by a groan.

"Are you okay?" She asked, concerned that he had hurt himself.

"I'm fine!" He called, emerging from behind the dumpster. Marinette caught sight of what he was wearing and burst into laughter.

It seemed that he was detransformed, and her suspicions were confirmed true when she caught sight of the floating black cat kwami.

"What on Earth are you wearing?!" The young fashion designer exclaimed once she was done with her laughing fit.

"Well, you see..." Cat Noir started awkwardly. "My kwami needed food, and I forgot to bring some. I couldn't risk you finding out my identity and putting yourself in danger because of something stupid that I did, so I made this." He gestured towards his cardboard ensemble.

Marinette giggled. "I appreciate you thinking about me. Would you like me to bring your kwami some food?" She asked.

Cat Noir beamed at her, though she couldn't see it through the cardboard box covering his head and face. "That would be great."

"Does he have any preferences?"

"Cheese! Preferably camembert..." Plagg zipped towards her.

"But he'll take anything and be grateful for it. Right, Plagg?" Cat Noir shot the small kwami a glare.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure."

"Well, I don't have any camembert, but I have some cheese croissants. Will those do?"

Plagg sighed. "Well, they aren't my precious camembert, but it'll have to do."

"Alright, I'll be right back with the food. You stay here. The cardboard will make too much noise if you come in, and it'll wake up my parents."

"Yeah, okay." Cat Noir agreed, nodding his head. The cardboard box shook and caused Marinette to let out another giggle before going back into the bakery.

"I'll be right back, Cardboard Noir."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

A few croissants later, Plagg was outside with "Cardboard Noir," as Marinette had dubbed him. She had her back facing to them so he could take off the cardboard and transform.

"Plagg, claws out!"

Once the transformation was over, they went back into Marinette's room and finished the movie. It was extremely late by the time they were done, and the two agreed that it was probably best if they headed to bed. Marinette lay in her own bed, while Cat Noir curled up on the chaise, with a soft blanket and pillow generously provided by Marinette.

At some point in the night, the two confessed to being unable to sleep and ended up cuddling together in Marinette's bed until they fell asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeat.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The next time Cat Noir came to visit, Marinette had a gift for him.

"This is for me?" He asked, taken aback. He held the wrapped box in his hands, examining it.

"Don't open it yet!" Instructed Marinette. She led him towards the bathroom. "Open it here!"

Cat Noir was confused, but he still complied, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He opened up the box carefully and was greeted with a note.

Detransform and put these on.

"Claws in." Cat Noir said, dropping his transformation as directed. He picked the first item from the box, a black drawstring-hoodie with a bright green pawprint at the front. He smiled and looked through the other contents of the box.

There was a pair of comfy-looking black pants, and black socks covered in more green pawprints, which made him smile. There was also a fabric mask, the same shape as his own.

But what made Adrien laugh was the garment at the bottom: A headband with furry cat ears.

"Wow, you're girlfriend is really good at this." Plagg gushed uncharacteristically. "Do you think she could make something for me?"

"You're right." Agreed Adrien, admiring the clothes before undressing and pulling them on.

He looked at himself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. Did he seem too much like Adrien? Would she recognize him? To be safe, he raked his hand through his hair and ruffled it. That was better.

He stepped out of the bathroom, giddy with joy at having received a gift that someone had worked so hard to make.

"What do you think?" Asked Marinette, beaming at him. He almost laughed at the fact that she seemed more excited than him.

"It's incredible! I love it so much! Wow, I don't know what to say. You made this? For me? In two days?"

Marinette flushed slightly. "Well, I did make them for you. I started working on them a while ago, but I didn't know if I should give them to you. Since the "Cardboard Noir" incident, I thought I could finally add the finishing touches. I can keep them here for you, and you can detransform and put them on whenever you come. That way, your kwami won't get tired. Also, I figured you'd be more comfortable sleeping in these over your costume."

Cat Noir was near tears at this point. No one had ever put that much thought and effort into a gift for him in so long, but here was Marinette, who had probably spent weeks on these and was acting like it was no big deal.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Marinette, noticing the little tears droplets running down his cheeks.

Cat Noir enveloped her into a hug.

"You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much, and not just for the clothes. I love you, Marinette. I really mean it. Don't you ever forget that."

Marinette placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles against it as he leaned into it. She silently pondered what could've been going on in Cat Noir's life for him to be this emotional over a present, but didn't pry.

"Mark my words, mon chaton," She started. "I am going to spoil you with gifts and lobe and cuddles and affection every time you come here. You have no say in this." She promised.

"You really don't have to." Countered Cat Noir. He pulled himself away to look at her, though his arms still remained loosely wrapped around her.

"No, I do. And I want to. I forbid you from arguing with that."

"Or what?"

"Or... you're grounded." She threatened.

Cat Noir laughed.

"Now," Began Marinette. "Let's see how much of your cat tendencies need the ring to function, and how much come from just being the black cat miraculous holder." Marinette sat on the chaise, opening her arms out towards him.

Adrien accepted her invitation to cuddle, leaning his head against her chest and closing his eyes.

"You're still a sucker for cuddles," Marinette said, then asked, "Can you purr?"

"Sometimes." He murmured.

Marinette brought a hand to his head, but instead of scratching behind his cat ears like she would when he was Cat Noir, she ran her hands through his hair, as though she was using her hand as a comb.

Adrien sighed in happiness, and sure enough, a low rumble sounded from his throat.

"You two are sickeningly gross." Grumbled Plagg. Adrien had forgotten about him. "Now, what smells so good in here?"

"I brought up a few things for you," Marinette said to the kwami of destruction, gesturing towards her desk where a plate sat, white serviettes covering it. Plagg removed the napkins, revealing a few slices of camembert, fresh bread, and a bowl of milk.

"I figured since you'd be staying here more often, you might as well enjoy it." Explained Marinette.

Plagg looked Adrien dead in the eye and said: "Listen, kid. This girl here is a keeper. If you break her heart, I will break you."

Marinette giggled.

"If I ever break this beautiful girl's heart, you have full permission to cataclysm me away."

They left Plagg to his snack, and Adrien snuggled closer to Marinette, as she continued threading her fingers through his hair, looking at him with so much love and adoration he almost cried.

"You're too nice," Adrien said.

"Stop with that. I didn't do anything you didn't deserve." Marinette placed a soft kiss his on his forehead, and Adrien was practically over the moon with elation.

"I love you so much." He mumbled into her collarbone.

"I love you too, minou."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

[softboywriting]

Fireproof // Part 2

Part One

Summary: Supernatural Half Blood Boarding School AU where students are paired with a human counterpart to help them adapt to the human world outside their supernatural communities.

Waking up with something constricting your leg was alarming. You had been dreaming that your leg was really heavy and you couldn’t run. Now you understood why. Your first thought was that Shawn was laying on your leg but that didn’t seem to be so. Shawn was curled up against your pillow, obviously having stolen it from under your head sometime in the night. He is pressed against your side and his blanket is half over you. You lift the blanket to look at your left leg because it’s really very tight and very hot and starting to ache. What you find shocks you for a second but then you remember what Shawn was. His tail is wrapped, coiled perfectly around your mid thigh down to your calf to your ankle. You had no idea that his tail was so…capable.

“Shawn,” you nudge him but he doesn’t wake up. “Shawn, your tail is very tight on my leg. Please get it off.” You elbow him and he tugs your leg with his tail and you’re forced to roll, facing him and presses against his chest to avoid having your leg pulled out of socket. “Shawn!”

Shawn opens his eyes and they’re deep golden amber colored. You’re face to face with him and you can see every variation of the color in his eyes as it fades to his natural hazel brown color. “Yes?” he grumbles and you are just transfixed on his whole face. Who woke up looking that cute? Who?

“Y-your tail,” you wiggle it feebly in the grasp of his tail and he lazily uncoils it and slides it to his side of the bed. You sit up and bring your knee up to rub where his tail had been cutting off circulation. There are red marks all the way around your leg and you look over at him with pursed lips. He looks sheepish and hides his face from your annoyed look.

Quickly you learn that Shawn is…difficult. By the time you were ready to go to class he hadn’t even picked out a pair of pants to wear. He didn’t want to wear his cargo pants because he would have to wear a hoodie, -why? you didn’t know- he didn’t want to wear a hoodie because he would get too warm. The long sleeved black henley he picked out only looked good with his black jeans but he wouldn’t be able to hide his tail. In the cargo pants he could hide his tail by tucking it between his legs and wrapping it down around his leg. In the jeans…well…there simply wasn’t room. Then there was his sweatpants which were comfortable but ugly as hell, or so he said.

“I’m not going!” he yells and flops back on the bed in his boxers. “I can’t wear anything!”

“Oh really? You have plenty to wear but you just don’t want to. If you’re so concerned about your tail, then wear the cargo pants and hide it.” You stand by the door and glare at him before you bend over and pick up a pair of his jeans that he had flung your way while picking through his clothes. They have a hole in the back of them and you can’t help but think of how strange it looks. “We needed to leave like ten minutes ago. We’re going to miss orientation. Put on the cargo pants.” You toss the jeans aside and look at him. He hasn’t moved from where he’d given up on the bed.

“I don’t want to wear the cargo pants. They’re too big.”

Shawn complains and argues every solution you threw at him for three minutes. Until finally you had enough and you stalk over to him, grab his shirt and haul him up -with much difficulty- to face you. “Listen, wear your tail out in the jeans you want to wear. If anyone says anything I’ll take care of it.”

“But they’re going to make fun of me. I just don’t want to deal with the looks and whispers. It’s obvious I won’t be able to complete most of the adaptation classes in appearance.”

You narrow your eyes at him and repeat, “If anyone says anything I’ll take care of it.”

Orientation goes a little…weird. Nobody would sit anywhere near you and Shawn. Nobody wanted to introduce themselves or get to know the two of you. It was the most ostracized you had ever felt in your whole life.

“They don’t like me?” Shawn asks and looks a little let down. A couple of the students kept looking over at Shawn and you knew that they were gawking at his tail. This wasn’t helping the whole insecurity situation at all. “It is me right?” he asks quietly.

“No it’s probably my bitch face. I’ve been told I’m not approachable sometimes.” You’re lying and you hope it’s not too obvious. “We’ll just do the get to know each other portion with just us. It’ll be fine.”

Shawn flips open the first page of the worksheet and reads the first question. “Have you ever lived with humans? Oh wait, that is your question for me isn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm. So have you?”

He nods and smiles a little. “My mom and my grandparents on her side. They weren’t around a lot thought. But they would always spoil me and bring me loads of cured meats and cheeses they made every time they came to stay with us.”

“You liked that a lot?” you ask with a little giggle and he nods. “Alright, umm what do you think will be your greatest challenge in adapting?”

Shawn flicks his tail and brings it up and into your lap. “Probably this thing. I can’t really make it disappear.”

You run your hand over it. It’s surprisingly not as rough as you had expected. The scales and small, close knit and smooth. You glance at him and he grins, almost more of a smirk, before you avert your eyes to scan the page for the next question you want to ask. As soon as you settle on a question you want to read, you find his tail is snaking it’s way up your arm. You glance down and then at him but he isn’t paying attention now, he’s just reading the questions on the worksheet. “Does your tail have a mind of it’s own?” you ask with a little smile and he looks over at you.

“Hmm? Is that a question on the paper or…oh, um, sorry.” He flushes bright pink across his cheeks and unwinds his tail from your forearm. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”

“It’s alright. If it makes you comfortable, I don’t mind. I’m here to help you anyway I can and if that means I need to deal with sharing a bed and having a tail wrapped around me, then so be it.”

Shawn puts his arm around you and tugs you against him, pulling you most of the way out of your chair. He hugs you tight against his chest and laughs. “I love you so much,” he mumbles and you flush. That sort of confession was completely unexpected.

“Shawn, that’s a little extreme,” you say as he releases you to sit back down in your chair. “I don’t think you love me. Maybe you like and appreciate me.” You cast a glance to the other students who has just witnessed the strangely intimate moment between the two of you. Most of them are staring and you hope Shawn doesn’t notice.

“Isn’t it love when you make a new friend? Isn’t that how it goes with humans? Or is it a dragon thing?” Shawn bites his lip, looking slightly confused. “I messed that up didn’t I? That’s not right. I’m so used to interacting with dragons and they’re so affectionate, I forget humans don’t use the word love so casually.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh. You cover your mouth and look down at the table. He was just so god damned cute it hurt. “You messed it up a little bit. That’s not quite how ‘love’ works, but it’s not completely off the mark. Let’s just say you like me as your partner.”

“Friend. I like you as my friend.” He grins big and you don’t have the heart to explain to him you haven’t know each other long enough to be proper friends yet. Somehow you didn’t think it would be worth your time to try and explain the difference between acquaintance and friend to him. He had his mind set on being friends and that was okay, you would get there soon enough.

Breakfast came shortly after orientation and you were about to learn even more about Shawn. You could tell every day for the next year was going to be a learning experience with him. Currently, watching Shawn get food was like watching a hungry grizzly bear come out of hibernation that was starving. The way Shawn piled his plate with quite literally two or three of everything made you think he wasn’t getting enough food back home. Had he been eating right? He was huge, like muscular and tall but like was he really getting enough to eat? He was taking food like a crazed hoarder.

You sit down with your lunch tray of scrambled eggs, toast, a carton of juice and an apple. Shawn sits across from you with his tray heaped full of eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, a box of cereal and two cartons of milk, three pieces of toast and two bananas. It’s appalling. “Are you going to eat all of that?” you ask as politely as you can.

“Yes?” Shawn says over a bite of oatmeal. “Aren’t you going to be hungry in twenty minutes?” He points his spoon at your plate and circles it around. “You’ve barely got anything there.”

You laugh softly as he dribbles some oatmeal down his chin while he’s talking. It’s gross but also kind of adorable. He was something else. “I’ve got enough to keep me full until lunch. This is what I normally eat. You however, look like you’re eating enough for a few days.”

Shawn laughs and peels one of his bananas. “I’ll be hungry for lunch too. Don’t worry. I always eat this much.”

“Amazing,” you chuckle before focusing on eating your own breakfast. Shawn really was amazing.

[mpischasingstories]

Bike Accident

Fandom:  Pokemon, Hoenn Region

Rating: E

Word Count: 2,474

Triggers: None that I know of.  Let me know if there is something!

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No no no no no no NO!

Amber dug furiously through her bag, but she couldn't find the stone.

“Ok Amber, deep breaths.” she muttered to herself. She forced herself to lean back in her chair and close her eyes for a moment. It was possible that the stone had fallen to the bottom of her extremely full bag.  Or perhaps she had placed it in a different pocket by accident?

Other people in the Mauville food court gave her strange looks as Amber started laying out her items very methodically, one by one, murmuring mental notes to herself.  Once her bag was empty, she stood back from the table and huffed. The thunderstone she had found wasn’t anywhere in her belongings.

Then she remembered: on the bike trail, a triathlete had slammed into her. Perhaps it had fallen out of her bag there! And, hopefully, it would still be there.

Amber checked her watch. She still had ten minutes before Jason would be there. She could cycle there and back in time. Hopefully.

As quickly as she could, she placed her items back in her bag and rushed outside to her bike, neatly chained up against the otherwise haphazard pile of bikes crowded around a rack. She carefully pulled it out, doing her best to not disturb the rest of the pile, then hopped on and raced to the bike route just south of Mauville.

Her bike wasn't fast. But it was a relief to know that she had time to calculate her turns so that she didn't waste time pulling a crashed bike out of bushes.  She cycled as quickly as she dared, rounding a white picket fence that marked the beginning of the bridge that composed the bike route.  A few minutes later she arrived to the crash scene. She looked across the steel bridge, but the thunder stone was nowhere in sight. She circled around the area a couple of times. Still no glint of stone. Frustrated, she cycled over to the ledge where the triathlete had slammed into her and got off her bike, leaning over the edge.  Sighing loudly, she could taste the salty breeze of the ocean.  It was only momentarily distracting though.

Where could it possibly have gone?

“Excuse me! You cannot be off your bike on the bike route!” a voice hollered.  Amber’s eyes went wide and she turned around. But before she could respond, the person said “Oh, it's you. The girl from the bike accident.”

Amber nodded, recognizing the bike officer from earlier. “Yes, I seemed to have lost my thunderstone from the accident earlier today. Did you find one by chance?”

The officer frowned. “No, I don't remember seeing one.” His eyebrows furrowed in thought for a moment. “The triathlete slammed you into the railing, right? In fact, wasn't it this railing here?”

Amber sourly replied, “I hate to state the obvious, but that's why I'm here as opposed to somewhere else on the bike route.”

The officer looked over the railing. “Is it possible that it fell onto the route below?”

Oh no.

Amber looked over the railing herself. Directly twenty feet below her was the walking path for route 110. And Edwin was known to claim Route 110 as his turf. Anything on the ground belonged to him.

“Officer… I gotta go.” She stammered, reaching for her bike and hopping back on. As she raced back down, she could hear the officer yell something back at her; but it didn't matter. She just had to find that thunderstone before Edwin did.

One she reached the spot underneath her bike accident she abandoned her bike and fell immediately to her hands and knees. “Come on, it's gotta be here….” She muttered to herself.

“If you're looking for something, Edwin might have already found it.”

Amber looked up. Edward, a local psychic, was looking down at her. He had refused to battle her because he sensed she would always beat him, but they had become good acquaintances over the last couple of years.

This can't be good.

Amber took a deep breath and stood up. “Edward, has Edwin been bragging about finding a stone?”

Edward smiled a bit.  “Ah, so you did find a thunderstone. And promptly lost it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, just like you said I would.” With that, she fished out some coins and placed them in his hand. “You forgot to warn me that it would land in Edwin’s hands.”

“I don't choose the visions, the visions choose me.  Also, I don’t know why you bother to place bets with me.” he responded. He shrugged and put his new coins away. “Anyways, if you want to find Edwin, he's heading towards Slateport to make plans on what he's going to do with the stone.”

Amber was up and running before Edward had finished. “I'll talk to you later!”

Grass rustled under her feet as she ran; her breath was in rhythm to her steps.  She had to stop Edwin at all costs.  She could not lose that stone.

As the path cleared for the Tricksters Home, there was Edwin, talking to a middle aged lady, a green object in hand. “STOP!” Amber yelled, sliding to a halt on a dirt path.

They both stopped talking and stared at her. It took a moment, but Edwin’s confused face soon twisted into recognition. “Well, Amber. What item of mine do you want to claim today?”

Amber couldn't help but snarl “Again, an item that is actually mine.”

Edwin hid the item in his hand behind his back, straightening up. The sunlight hit his glasses lens, making it hard to keep eye contact with him.  However, Amber refused to look away. Perhaps her squinted eyes from the bright light would make her look a little bit more intimidating.  “I know you have my thunderstone.”

He laughed. “Your thunderstone? Why, I do have a thunderstone, but it was a gift from the thunder storm a half an hour ago, and certainly did not belong to you.” He chuckled, running his free hand through his black violet hair.

“You and your damn stories. The sky was as blue as it is now and it fell out of my bag when I got in a bike accident on the cycling road above.” She responded, straightening her back.  Be confident.  Just like Jason.  That’s how he gets what he needs.

The middle aged lady eyed Edwin. “You know, she's right about the blue sky part.”

Edwin made a sound of frustration. Unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, he muttered “Well, do you want the stone that bad? Fine. How about we battle for it then, hm? We'll have Isabell here be our ref.”

Amber looked down at her belt. Only one pokeball hung from it at the moment. The rest had been damaged in the accident and were currently being pried open by Nurse Joy. And she wasn't sure if she wanted to battle with this Pokémon yet.

“Um…. Anything else I can do to get my stone back? Like, you know, just giving it back to me like a nice human being?”

“If you really did lose this and I found it, you're gonna have to fight to get it back.”  With that, he tossed a pokeball up, releasing a Nuzleaf. “One Pokémon, one shot. You lose, you give up on the stone.”

Amber groaned. She had no choice. She reached for her own pokeball and tossed it. Out came Mistreavus. Brand new, and had no opportunity to bond with yet. This was going to go bad.

“Nuzleaf, use thief!”  Edwin barked.  He was smiling, arms across his chest.  He had this battle won already.  He knew it.

Nuzleaf slammed into Mistreavus, tackling her to the ground.

Come on.  Think quickly!  Jason told you you’re a quick thinker!

“Mistreavus, use astonish!” Amber commanded.

Mistreavus screamed back at the Nuzleaf, which startled him enough that he backed off her.

“Nuzleaf, Feint attack!”

Nuzleaf started running around in a zig zag pattern. He first ran to Edwin, then circled around him and started running towards Mistreavus. A dark aura started surrounding him.

“Careful…." Amber murmured. She watched Nuzleaf, trying to predict what side he would hit on. “Left!”

Amber had meant look left. Mistreavus moved left and was slammed by Nuzleaf back into the ground.

Already, Mistreavus was looking rough. The moment Nuzleaf let her up, she flew behind Amber, not willing to continue.

Edwin laughed. “Well, it seems to me that Mistreavus doesn't want to continue. Perhaps that thunderstone will be mine all along.”

“How about you give her one more shot of winning it?” A voice hollered out.

Amber turned around. There stood Jason, hands on his hips and smiling, daring Edwin to follow through with his dare.

It was so much easier to be confident when the strong, capable, and handsome Jason was there.

Edwin gawked. “And you are?...”

Jason, continuing to smile, walked over and held his hand out.  “Jason. I'm the friend that Amber was delivering the thunderstone to.” Edwin continued to stare at the athletic Jason, refusing to shake his hand. “I hope you realize you challenged Amber when she only had one Pokémon. The rest were at the pokecenter. Not very good battling etiquette.”

“She agreed to it.” Edwin snapped back. “And a deals a deal, Mr. Ace trainer. Even you should understand that with your thick skull.”

Jason let out an audible sigh, still smiling. Most likely for spite’s sake. “Are your treasures so important to you that you would honestly fight a clearly unfair battle? Even I can tell that Mistreavus is new to battling with a trainer. And pitting a new Pokémon against its weakness its first trainer battle? If you’re going to give someone a chance, you should actually give that someone a chance.”

“Well fine then! If it's you that wants the stone so bad, then battle me with your Pokémon! Don't make someone else do it for you!” Edwin hollered.

Jason’s smile flattened, and he took on a deadly tone. “If I had known earlier that this is what she would have to go through, I would have been here earlier to avoid that.” Finally dropping his hand, he walked over to stand by Amber. “Also, Amber dear, here's Zeus.” he said, handing her a pokeball. “Nurse Joy explained the accident to me, and I sort of figured out what happened from there when you weren't at the food court.”

“Am I really that predictable?”

Jason’s smile came back. “Always dear. Now, if you’ll excuse me….” Poised as always, he tossed a ball up and down in his hand as he turned back to Edwin.  “Are you ready to battle for the thunderstone?”

Edwin’s mouth twitched.  “Ready as I'll ever be. Let's destroy this brat Nuzleaf!”

Jason chuckled. “Interesting nickname for me. Well, here goes nothing!”

Jason threw a curveball with the pokeball, and a Swallow flew out, carrying its pokeball back to Jason before landing on the ground. “Swellow, use double team!” Jason commanded.  

Swellow started circling around the Nuzleaf slowly. But it quickly picked up speed to the point that it looked like there were about six Swellows instead of just one, vibrating in the air.

“Feint attack to your left!” Edwin yelled.

Nuzleaf followed through with the order, only to fall through an image of Swellow.

“Swellow, Arial Ace!”

Suddenly, the circle of Swellows disappeard. Something hit the back of Nuzleaf with a loud thunk! Nuzleaf fell.  Swellow had swooped up behind him, knocked him over, and then flew up into the sky.

Edwin growled. “Razor leaf, now!”

Nuzleaf stood in pain before whipping his head around. Leaves sliced through the air, heading towards Swellow.  Swellow tried her best to weave in and out, but was clipped on the wing.

It didn’t matter.  She was in the perfect position.  Less than three feet over Nuzleaf.

“Wing attack!” Jason ordered.

Swellow dive-bombed Nuzleaf.  There was no time for him to react as Swellow slightly turned left, catching Nuzleaf with his good wing, and tossing Nuzleaf back to his owner.

Nuzleaf didn’t stir.  The battle was won.

Edwin’s chest puffed up, stone clutched in his hand. “This.  Was.  MINE. It was mine from the beginning!” He yelled.

Jason’s mouth twitched into a smile for a moment. It faded just as quickly.  “I don’t care if it was yours or not.  You agreed to give it up if I won.  And I did.”

“You asked me to judge the battle.  And you changed the rules so that he could battle. And he did win.” Isabelle pointed out. Amber had nearly forgotten the lady was even there.

Edwin’s teeth grinded together, his breath heavy. With an anguished “RAUUGH!” he threw the stone to the ground, where it skittered further away from him.  He returned his Nuzleaf to his pokeball before looking at Jason again.  “I won’t forget you.  Next time we battle, I.  Will. Win.”

“Quite frankly my acquaintance, I hope to never see your face again.”  While he said that jokingly, Amber could see his face darken.  “But if you ever mess with Amber again, know that you will see me again.  And you will regret it.”

The two men stared at each other for several moments.  After what seemed like a half an hour to Amber, Edwin let out a huff and headed towards Slateport City.

Jason sighed, and walked over to the thunderstone, picking it up.  “I’m sorry I put you through all of that.”  He turned back around, shining the stone up a bit on his red jacket.

“Well, it’s not like either of us expected it, right?” Amber laughed, nervously.

Jason laughed as well, running his free hand through his thick brown hair.  “I suppose so.  I’m still sorry though dear.”

“What for?”

He sighed.  “Simply because it doesn’t sound like it was the best day for you.  Bike accident, smashed pokeballs, lost thunderstone, arrogant trainers…”

Amber couldn’t help but laugh at the last one, and it made her happy to see that he smiled when she laughed.

His smile relaxed, but his eyebrows scrunched together a little bit.  “Really though.  Can I make your day a little better?  By treating you out to lunch?”

“Like a date?”  Amber asked, a little too hopefully.

He gave a chuckle.  “Like a date.”

Well, I suppose that would make my day better…

She nodded, and he walked back towards her, offered his arm, and they headed back together to Mauville.  As they walked, she carefully leaned closer, eventually resting her head on his shoulder.  And he didn’t shrug it off.  Maybe this meant that she was more than a delivery girl to him.  Maybe he really was a friend.  

And maybe, just maybe, one day they would be dating.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Sweet hurt/comfort with strain that disorients his victims for hours, and of course Saruhiko is his first victim.

So say Scepter 4 is out hunting down a dangerous Strain that’s beencausing a lot of havoc around the city, their power disorients thevictims and the Strain’s been using it in the worst places, like theydisorient the driver of a city bus or random people in crowd at abusy street crossing, there was even an attempt to kidnap someone ata club by basically doing the Strain equivalent of a roofie in theirdrink. Naturally Scepter 4 is called in to take care of it, Awashimaand the alphabet boys are trying to chase them down while Fushimistays in the vans narrowing down the Strain’s location. He’s feedingthe information to Awashima via phone when suddenly the line goesdead. Fushimi curses to himself, figuring the team got attacked orthe line was intercepted somehow, and he runs out on his own to gocorner the Strain. Almost as soon as he steps out of the van howeverhe runs into some unassuming looking guy in a trenchcoat, who slamshis hands into Fushimi’s back and pushes him to the ground beforerunning away. Fushimi’s hands automatically go for his knives butsuddenly it’s like his fingers don’t want to work and everythingaround him is spinning, he tries to stand and his legs sag out fromunder him and he finds himself lying there on the concrete looking upat the sky and not really registering what he’s seeing. That’s wherethe alphabet boys find him ten minutes later, still unable to get upand barely even recognizing them when they all circle around himtrying to see what’s wrong and if he’s been wounded.

The alphabet squad figures out pretty quick that Fushimi must havebeen affected by the Strain and they decide to take him back toScepter 4, bringing him to the infirmary to be looked at. The entireway in the vans Fushimi’s extremely off center, like one moment he’llbe leaning against Hidaka and the next he’ll have his head inAkiyama’s lap while murmuring the name ‘Misaki…?’ in confusion. Hiseyes can’t quite seem to focus and everyone looks blurry to him, atone point he just keeps looking at Doumyouji’s hair intensely beforesmiling and murmuring Yata’s name again, quietly asking if Misakifinally decided to chase after him. Doumyouji’s all confused butHidaka urges him to play along, they don’t want to upset Fushimi inthis condition, so Doumyouji just smiles and is like 'Um…all right!Whatever you say Fushimi-san, I guess my name really is Misaki!’(Also half of them probably wonder if Fushimi has like a secretgirlfriend before Akiyama quietly says that there’s a Homra membernamed Yata Misaki). Once he gets to the infirmary Fushimi’s feelingkinda sick to his stomach, he ends up doubled over a toilet for aboutten minutes and after that he can barely sit up, head spinning andnot sure where he is.

From there everyone takes turns watching him. Munakata checks in onhim first, Fushimi’s asleep but wakes up when Munakata walks into theroom. At first Fushimi doesn’t even seem to notice Munakata’s there,he’s staring around at the room before lowering his head in hands andcurling up a little breathing hard. Munakata calls his namecautiously and Fushimi looks up at him with this almost horrifiedexpression before Munakata puts a soft hand on his shoulder and easeshim back down, telling him that he needs to rest (oh imagine at somepoint Munakata and Awashima are checking on him together and for amoment poor disoriented Fushimi thinks it’s Kisa and Niki. He’s toodizzy to even get out of bed and ends up just lying there stock stillas they check on him, a few thoughts trying to claw their way out ofthe fog in his mind but all that he can manage is to wonder why Nikiand Kisa are being so gentle). The rest of the alphabetsquad helps out too, Doumyouji pretends to be Yata for a while andKamo somehow ends up being roped into being Kamamoto ('Because yournames sound the same!’ Doumyouji explains. That’s also how Akiyamaalmost has to pretend to be Akagi until someone checks the files andnotes that Akagi didn’t even join Homra until after Fushimi left).Fushimi’s too weak and confused to really know what’s happening butthe whole time he has this odd feeling of warmth and protection thathe can’t quite seem to name, on the tip of his tongue even as hisbody relaxes and his mind eases just a little. When the power finallywears off Fushimi just clicks his tongue and acts like the wholething was a bother but he can’t quite push it away entirely, thatwarm feeling still there in his chest.