#called him out on both those things so he said 'ok lets change the subject'

[stop-entropy-lie-down]

every time you admit biden has done something bad you end the sentence with 'but...' . you are very quick to insult and bemoan the existence and actions of donald trump but defend biden every time i bring up the genocide. is it perhaps because you think the democrats are The Goodies and will forgive anything they do. perhaps it is because the lives of foreigners are less valuable to you. or i should say, non-whites, as we are in england.

[jezabelle9299]

Stress Baking pt.3 S.R x fem!Reader

Quick Notes- More super cute fluff, Reader's boss sucks. Reader is taking an art-focused chemistry class, and is kind of struggling. (I wish I could be good at science so bad but I am endlessly confused.)

1 hour left. Then you get to go home, shower, and way overthink everything Penelope said to you. You were just finishing some of your paperwork when your boss came up to your desk. You plastered on a big fake smile in greeting. 

“Y/N. I don’t know what you did, but those BAU boys seem to like you.” Oh cool, he wasn’t going to yell at you, just condescend. And write off the accomplishments of the female agents. Great. 

“That’s nice.”

“Well Maria called in sick, and honestly, it’s probably best if they can keep going with the same person all night. So I need you to pull a double shift, alright?” Awesome. This is just awesome. He wasn’t really asking. Saying no would get you a lecture on being a team player, and an hour of hell while he tries to make you feel guilty. Staying would mean exhaustion, but in addition to being able to afford your tuition for the semester, you could splurge on some online shopping. Plus at least the overnight shift was quiet, not much call for a receptionist at 1 in the morning. You grit your teeth and pretend this isn’t a huge inconvenience as you reply. 

“Sure! Shift ends at 3am right?” He gave a vaguely affirmative shrug and walked off. Nice, really feeling the appreciation. You were in for the long haul now, so you walked over to the break room for some more coffee. 

You were alone in the breakroom, so you popped in some headphones to try and get your energy up. With music blasting at eardrum-rupturing volume, you tossed one more look over your shoulder to make sure no one else was there. Confident you were alone, you started quietly singing along as you got the coffee started. Then you reached for your favorite mug, which someone had unfortunately put on the top shelf, just barely out of reach. When you got up on your toes to try and reach it, a hand came from behind you, and grabbed it for you. Your balance was not great in this position, and that startled you just enough to knock you off balance. A strange man’s hand coming out of nowhere, right in your space, then before you knew it your ankle gave way and the same hand that startled you was wrapped around your waist as you let out a frankly embarrassing yelp. That was followed by an even more embarrassing fit of manic laughter as he touched the ticklish part of your hip when he props you back up. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I thought you heard me come in, I didn’t mean to startle you- and then, uh-touch. I’m so sorry.” He was freaking out about his, actually very welcome touch, so you attempted to be cool and reassuring. Even though you were totally freaking out too, for a completely different reason.

“It’s ok! It’s really-it’s fine. I was just distracted, and was listening to some loud music so I didn’t hear you.” But it was totally awkward now, both of your faces redder than a tomato. He backed away quickly after making sure you were back on balance, but you could still feel the heat of his closeness. And oh my god he smelled good. You searched for a change of subject while he got the mug down and set it gently on the counter in front of you. 

“So-um Dr.Reid, how are things going in there with you guys?” You started pouring some coffee, grabbing one of the precinct mugs for Dr.Reid and pouring some coffee for him as well. 

“Oh! Thank you that’s really-you’re really-nice. It’s going alright, I think we’re getting close. Our boss is filing a warrant request now, and we hope to find a pretty good break. Also you-uh you don’t have to call me doctor, just Spencer is fine.” Well if that wasn’t the most perfect name. 

“That’s nice, Spencer, it’s a good name for you. And, I’m glad the investigation is going well.” He blushed at the complement as he passed you the sugar.

“Not that I’m not happy to talk to you, but haven’t you been here a while? I figured you would’ve had a shift change by now.” 

“Oh yeah, the reception desk has a different shift schedule than the officers, so it’s easier to pass on messages in stuff. My shift was supposed to end in an hour, but the next girl called in sick. So it looks like you guys are stuck with me until 3!” 

“That’s great us-I mean you know the team, because you know you’re very- very good at your job” You couldn’t help but smile, both at the compliment and his flusteredness. You really liked him, and after your conversation with Penelope you thought maybe he liked you too. Now you were near certain. 

“So-um, what are you working on?” It took you a second to realize what he meant, as you’d gotten distracted by the very urgent matter of staring at his forearms while he stirred his coffee. 

“Hm? Oh, I’m just studying. I’m working on my degree right now, but I have this chemistry class as part of it and it is not my strong suit. The class I’m taking is chemistry in art conversation, so super cool, but super difficult.” 

“That is really cool, I could help you, if you like. I have a PhD in chemistry. And engineering. And mathematics. But I could help you study.” He looked more nervous with every accomplishment he mentioned, even though that only made him more compelling to you. 

“Really? That would be amazing, but I don’t want to tear you away from your work.”

“It’s fine, we have to wait for the warrant request to be approved before we can do anything else anyway. So I’m…all yours for the next half hour or so.” All yours? You couldn’t help but smile at that idea. Even though the reality was probably going to be you two, sitting a professional distance apart, as you fumble through flashcards in the middle of the precinct for all to see. But the chance to spend more time with Spencer was well worth that particular embarrassment. You looked up at him so he could see your appreciation of the offer on your face.

“That would be great! Thank you so much, Spencer.” you just had to try out his first name again, it just felt…right saying it. 

“I’ll pull up an extra chair to my desk and meet you there?” you offered, grabbing your mug from the counter. 

“Yeah, I’ll be right there as soon as I check in with the team, just to let them know where I’ll be.” You gave a quick nod and started the walk back to your desk. This was your chance if there ever was one. You just wished Penelope was close enough for you to ask her advice before he came back. 

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You wanted him to help you. You thought his name suited him. You were wonderful. You were single. 

He got most of that from just being near you for the past hours, the last part however, came straight from Penelope. After plenty of relentless teasing from Derek and Emily after your first meeting, she pulled him into her makeshift cave for the ensuing interrogation. 

“Boy wonder, finally, you’re here. I only have like 3 minutes until this program is done, since this ancient system is keeping me from doing anything else in the meantime. So let’s hurry this along. You’re like in love with that sweet little receptionist right?”

His cheeks flamed and he knew he was caught. Derek teased him about almost every woman he talked to, but Penelope had never done this before. He had to make some attempt to be cool. 

“What? Garcia, no?” He squeaked it out at twice his usual speaking pace though, with his voice even cracking halfway through. She saw right through him, rolling her eyes, and setting down the pen she was holding.

“Ok, I may only be a profiler by association, but you totally love her. And thanks to my fantastic sleuthing I found out she’s single. So go forth and live happily ever after, thank me later.” With that her computer chimed and she shoved him back out the door just in time to see you disappear into the break room.

He was walking back to the conference room to tell them where he'd be as quickly as he could without raising suspicion. He didn’t tell them about what happened in the break room, in an effort to minimize the teasing so that he could get back to you quickly. Although Derek still clapped him on the back for his “game”. 

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 20

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“Ok, so they both need to win to get what they want?” grandma asked as we looked for our seats at the Etihad.

“Exactly, love” grandad said. “We need to win to be in the Champions League next year, and they need it to win the title.”

“Have you decided who you are supporting?” grandma asked me once we had sat down.

“No one. Let the best team win” I said.

Lucy and Julia were both wearing City shirts (Lucy Rodri’s, and Julia Rúben’s). Grandad was also wearing his Arsenal shirt, and grandma had bought herself a scarf with both teams on it. I, was wearing nothing.

“You are so boring” Lucy chuckled.

“Oh, there is Aaron” grandad said when the goalkeepers went out to start their warm-up. “Aaron!” he called.

Somehow he heard him, turning around and waving at us. 

“Such a lovely lad” grandad smiled. “Sad that things didn’t work out between you two.”

“Yeah…” I said, starting to feel my cheeks get warm.

“But she has her hot neighbour now, don’t you, sweetie?” grandma said, elbowing me on the ribs. “If they lose today, he’ll probably need a hug.”

“Grandma!”

“Oh, I love this woman” Lucy laughed. 

“You will also have to give a big hug to your boyfriend” she told her.

“Boyfriend? Mami, do you have a boyfriend?” Julia asked.

“I… I…” Lucy muttered. She wasn’t ready to tell her anything yet. She wanted to introduce Rodri as just a friend first, let them get to know each other before using the big word.

“Grandma got things wrong, Julia” I intervened. 

“Oh, yes, yes” she quickly said, realizing her mistake. “I was talking about her boyfriend” she said, looking at me. 

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yes, you do!” Julia said. “Rúben is your boyfriend, he said it! I saw you kissing like Anna and Kristoff do.”

“Anna and Kristoff?” grandad asked. “Who are those? Friends of yours?”

“You kissed?” grandma said, raising her voice.

“I… I…” Now I was the one freaking out. This whole weekend was going so wrong… “Look, the Arsenal players are coming out” I said, pointing at the pitch.

“Don’t change the subject. Is Rúben your boyfriend, yes or no?” grandma said, getting serious.

“Can’t we discuss this later?”

“No, we cannot.”

“I need to go to the bathroom” I said, getting up from my seat. But the moment I did, the City players decided to come out to start their warm-up, making everyone else around us also get up from their seats to cheer for them. I tried to walk past them, to push them aside, but I wasn’t able to. The stadium was packed since the game was basically a final.

“Excuse me” I said, the feeling I had when I was trapped on the lift coming back. “Please, let me through.” But no one was moving. They just kept pushing me from one side to the other. “Sir, please, could you move aside?” I said to one big man in front of me.

“What?” he said. He was huge and I was too close to him, so when he turned around to look at who was talking to him, we bumped into each other, making me trip with another man standing next to me. “Careful!” the first man said. But it was too late.

I was already rolling down the stairs.

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“What happened?”

“Let her breath!”

“Don’t touch her, she may have broken something.”

“Let me through!” 

Rúben. That last voice was his. Or that was I thought. He sounded so far away…

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“She is waking up.”

“Finally."

“Where… what…” I said. Talking hurt so much. 

“Shh, it’s ok. You are ok” grandma said next to me.

“Water.”

“Here” Rúben said to my other side. I think water had never tasted so good as it did in that moment. Not even after Ben’s party.

“What happened?” I said, trying to slowly open my eyes. The light was so bright…

“Don't you remember anything?” grandma asked me.

“I… It’s confusing.”

“You fell down the stairs at the Etihad” she said.

“I did?”

“You did. And you scared the hell out of all of us” Rúben said.

“Your game… What happened? Who won?”

“That doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you are ok” he said, holding my hand.

“But I want to know. If you are here…”

“I played and we lost” he said after a few seconds in silence. 

“I’m so sorry, Rúben. It was all my fault, I…”

“Actually, it was Aaron’s fault” he said. “He played the best game of his career, and they won 0-1 after John made a mistake.”

“So you… You played well?”

“According to your grandfather, he did, yes. So don’t blame yourself, ok?” grandma said, holding my other hand, one that was covered by a bandage.

“Where is he? And Lucy? Julia? Oh my God, Julia.”

“They all are back home. Julia was a bit shaken at first, but once they told us you were ok and the game started, she calmed down.”

“And I heard Rodri and her already are bffs” Rúben smiled.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” 

“And now, you must rest” grandma said. “Try to sleep a bit more while the drugs are still working.”

“We’ll stay here, right next to you” Rúben said.

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A couple of days later, I was finally able to go home.

“Rúben, I can walk. You don’t need to carry me.”

“I know, but I want to do it. You are princess Anna and I must treat you as such.”

“Fine” I said, kissing his cheek as the lift’s doors opened. “Wait, why are we going to your place?”

“Because I am your nurse. You are staying with me” he said, looking for his key while still carrying me.

“I thought my grandparents were staying.”

“That’s what they wanted to do, but I insisted. And I can be very convincing if needed.”

“Oh, please, don’t smile like that.”

“Like what?” he said, finally opening his door.

“Like that, with the smirk. You know what that smile does to me and we can’t do anything naughty when my hand is like this and I’m covered in bruises.”

“Naughty” he laughed while putting me down on his sofa.

“Your favourite word.”

“My favourite word. But I can wait until you’ve recovered.”

“The one who can’t wait is yours truly” I said while he moved some pillows to make me feel more comfortable. As if that sofa wasn’t the most comfortable one in the world on its own.

“You’ll have to be strong, love.”

“I can’t be strong if you keep smirking like that, you little piece of shit” I said, pointing at him with my bad hand.

“Ok, I’ll try not to do it” he said, caressing my hair and looking at me the same way he did the other night when I met Rodri.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry you what?” It must have been the drugs they gave me. They were making me hallucinate.

“I love you” Rúben repeated. “And it’s ok if you are not ready to say it back, I don’t mind.”

“I…”

“Try to have some sleep, ok?” he said, kissing my forehead. “I’m gonna call your grandma and tell her we are home.”

“Ok…” I muttered, my eyes following him until he disappeared through the corridor. Rúben loved me. He had said it. Twice.

He loved me.

[crushculture03]

Hmm ok so maybe like another story extended on the parts you’ve already written. So like same characters more established ☺️💓

ask and you shall receive!

Teacher’s Assistant Pt 3

Summary : At an end of the term party that both you and matty attend, you catch someone flirting with him and retaliate, which causes matty to get jealous…

Pairing : Professor! Matty x fem!reader

Warning : Jealousy and smut

Notes : For reference let’s say they’ve been dating for a few months

Everything between you and matty had been going amazing, he was positively the best boyfriend you have ever had, and you two couldn't be more in love. Luckily, it was now the end of the term, which meant no more homework for you and no more grading for Matty either, which meant you two could spend all your time together.

With it being the end of the term, there were of course multiple parties going on around campus to celebrate, but the one you were most excited for was the honors club one, since it meant you could finally attend a party that had your boyfriend at it, without drawing too much attention to yourselves.

You quickly walked into the small classroom where the party was being held, there wasn't many people there since the honors club was somewhat small at your campus. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted your boyfriend, you took in his appearance from afar, your core fluttering as you saw he was wearing the black silk dress shirt you loved so much because it showed off the definition of his muscles incredibly well, but not only that, the first few buttons were undone, revealing the top of his chest tattoo, the one you loved to trace when you would cuddle with him.

He hadn't seem to spot you yet, as he was busy talking to the humanities professor, but as you walked a bit further into the room, his eyes eventually caught yours.

Just as you were about to walk up to him, you felt someone grab your wrist, you quickly turn around to see who grabbed you and saw it was none other than Kyle Davis, the campus heart thob, as everyone liked to call him. "Y/N hey! I'm so happy you're here, I don't know anyone and was starting to get kinda nervous" he said as he let go of your hand, "Hey Kyle, yeah these things can be quite intimidating but you get use to them" you say. You two stand there in an awkward silence before he speaks up again "Can I get you something to drink?" he offers, "Um Sure" you respond back, not wanting to be rude, but desperately wanting to go over to Matty, Kyle nods his head and goes over to the refreshments table.

Your eyes scan the room for Matty, concern flashes on your features as you see hes no where to be found, that is until you hear the familiar sound of his laughter, you quickly snap your head in the direction of it, your heart falling when you see who is making him laugh. The History Professor Ms.Walker, had been the cause of your boyfriends laughter, you knew it was stupid to be jealous of the situation but you hated the way she had her hand placed on his forearm, so clearly trying to flirt with him.

Kyle coming over with your drink snaps you out of your trance, "Thanks kyle" you say as you grab the cup from his hands, "Of course" he responds back before taking a sip of the red liquid. "You think those two have fucked before?" he asks, motioning towards Matty and Ms.Walker. Your face goes red, anger seeping into your veins as he asks you that "Not sure, but from the way shes all over him I wouldnt be surprised" you grit, the man laughs next you "Yeah looks like she wants to stick her tongue down his throat" he responds, not knowing his answers are making you angrier. "Mhm, its disgusting to watch" you say, before turning your head away from the two professors, " Sooo" kyle says, trying to change the subject, "Soo" you respond back, your mind traveling elsewhere.

You try your best to maintain a decent conversation with the guy, he was actually pretty nice and you could see why all the girls had crushes on him, but your heart belonged to matty, the man currently letting his co-worker flirt with him. Deciding to play him at his own game, you loudly laugh at one of Kyles very boring jokes, and place your hand on his arm, just like Ms.Walker did to Matty. Your laugh gets his attention and you see him glare at the two of you, "You know if you wanna get out of here there's a party at my Teammates apartment, heard it was pretty cool" kyle offers, but before you respond a voice says "I'm afraid she can't Mr.Davis, she has to help me plan next terms lesson plans" Matty says, finally acknowledging you for the first time since you got there.

"Oh, I didn't realize T.A's had to help out with that" the boy asks, looking between you and matty, confused about what was going on. "Typically not, but I'm very behind and need her help, so if you'll excuse us" Matty says and motions for you to head for the door. You wave a quick goodbye to Kyle, before stepping outside of the classroom.

"What did you think you were doing Y/N" matty snaps, anger evident in his tone as he grabs your arm, ushering you down the hall and too his office. "I don't know what you're talking about Professor I was just talking to my friend" you say, putting up an innocent front as you walked into his office and sat on the couch. Matty slammed the door behind him and locked it, before stomping over to you, "Don't give me that bullshit baby" he sneers, his face coming dangerously close to yours. "No don't give me that bullshit Matty I saw you flirting with her" you spat, his face softens, confused about what you were referring too, "Who?" he asks causing you to roll your eyes. "Professor Walker! She all but had her tongue down your throat and you didn't push her off of you!" you say, Matty chuckles "Aw did I make you jealous baby?" he teases as he pushes a stray hair behind your ear, "Did I make you jealous?" you quip back, "I think you already know that answer my love" he whispers, referring to when he dragged you away from kyle and into his office.

"I'm the only one allowed to look at you like that ok?  Not some pretty boy, is that clear darling" he says, crouching down to your level. "Show me then, show me that you're the only one allowed to flirt with me, if not then I'm sure kyle is still out there, maybe i can ask hi-" but before you can finish, matty smashes his lips onto yours. He pushes you down so you're laying flat on the couch, with him hovering over you. "You're playing a dangerous game princess" he says, as he nips at your neck, making sure to leave bruises. "Matty" you whimper, incredibly turned on from the way he was acting, you knew if you teased him enough you'd end up in this position. He chuckles as he sees how desperate you look, and slowly moves one of his hands up your thigh, smiling when he notices your lack of underwear, "You dirty girl" he teases, his fingers slowly making contact with your dripping core, you gasp at the sudden contact. "You like that baby? I'm barely doing anything and you're already soaking, who did this to you baby?" he asks, "You" you moan out as his thumb toys with your clit, "Thats right baby, don't you forget that" he teases, as he slowly enters a finger inside of you, causing you to moan. "Gotta be quiet baby, don't want anyone to hear" he says and leans down to connect his lips to yours, while slowly moving his finger in and out of you at a steady pace.

You feel the tension in your stomach start to build quicker as Matty circles your clit faster, as well as adding a second finger into you. "M' close baby" you whisper, but just as you say that he pulls away, instantly denying you of your orgasm, you whine as he pulls away to face you. "Sorry baby only good girls get to cum" he teases, you whimper, but your eyes light up as you see him undo his belt and zip down his pants.

You reach your hands out to palm him through his briefs, but he stops you before you reach the fabric, "Sorry baby, no touching" he says, taking your wrists in one hand, and pushing them above your head, while using the other the wrap his belt around them, gently tightening them around your wrists so they're bound together. "This ok darling? Not to tight?" he asks, his tuff demeanor falling as he checks in on you, "Yeah it's fine" you say, reassuring him that you were ok.

Once he has knows you're okay, he slowly pulls down his briefs revealing his erection, you try to buck your hips up to meet his, desperate for any relief, but he quickly pushes them down, "Needy tonight" he chuckles, "Matty please" you beg. He finally gives in, gently pushing your dress up just enough to reveal you, and lines his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes himself inside of you and you quickly have to bite your lip to suppress the moan you so desperately want to release. "Now darling, I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are, because you're mine and only mine" he says, his voice heavy with lust. He roughly pulls out of you and pushes back in, quickly establishing a rough but pleasurable pace for the both of you. He moves his hand from your hip, running it down to your core and using his thumb to slowly circle your clit.

The new sensation has you arching your back in pleasure, "Please matty" you beg, feeling your release building, "Not yet baby" he says, picking up his pace even more, his cock now hitting deeper inside of you. He makes you wait a couple more seconds before saying "Cum baby", and that was all you needed to finally come undone.

Matty slopily thrusts into you a few more times before finishing inside of you. "Never be jealous baby ever, you're the only girl I ever want" he whispers, and places a gentle kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling out of you.

He gently goes to undo the belt from your wrists, massaging the place the leather once bound. " Matty" you whisper, as you carefully sit up, "Yes my love" he asks as he looks at you, with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes, "I love you" you say, catching him off guard. The room goes silent for a moment, "I love you too" he says, quickly pulling you into a kiss. He pulls you into his arms, mentally bottling this moment up in his head for whenever he misses you or is sad. "Lets get out of here baby" Matty says and stands up, reaching out his hand for you too take, you quickly do and the two of you are able to sneak out of the building unnoticed.

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon) Part 47

( I suggest you check out parts 1-46 if you haven't already)

Vinny stared at Rida surprisingly and nervously, "My apologies, Enji is...occupied for a while and I suppose you would prefer if Enji was here instead?" Rida said out calmly, hearing this the cameraman looked at the orange eyed man curiously. "O-Oh no...I'd prefer anyone, but him" Vinny responded quickly as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Ah yes...Enji is a bit on the...aggressive and cocky side..." Rida said out softly as he sat next to Vinny. He wasn't wearing the phoenix mask so his scars were evident. The cameraman wanted to ask about the scars, but thought it was a touchy subject and instead asked, "How does Enji...? Do all those thing...? Come out of mirrors make random things appear?" Vinny asked as he looked away.

The question caught the orange-eyed man off guard, but he let out a sigh, "I may have taught him the mirror trick while changing shape and making random objects appear...Is just him...he's an elemental master" Rida said out calmly as he looked at Vinny who was fidgeting with the dagger. Hearing this instantly caught the cameramans' attention, "H-he's an e-elemental? Which one...?" Vinny asked as he looked at Rida desperately wanting an answer.

"Well... doubt you've heard about it but, he's the elemental master of illusion, meaning nothing he creates is real just like how he changes his appearance of makes things up like blades" Rida responded causing Vinny to get lost in thought, "W-wait then how did he make a dagger appear and what's the mirror trick??" The cameraman asked again clearly curious about Enji.

"Unlike Enji...I don't have an elemental though I do magic and I ended up teaching him how he can actually create objects with magic while also having an enchanted mirror...it's connected to many mirrors and we both have access to it, unlike him I don't need the actual mirror while Enji does need it to get around and usually keeps it tied to his waist" Rida replied making Vinnys' jaw drop.

"You do...magic?" The cameraman stuttered out, "Hah...yes it is quite a shock isn't it?" The orange-eyed man responded with a chuckle. Vinny nodded before remembering how his nightmares were sort of caused by Rida and he didn't ask Rida about it yet. "I-I have a question..." The cameraman said out quietly not knowing how the orange-eyed man would react. "Go ahead" Rida responded calmly.

"The first time I saw you...I woke up from a nightmare...did you cause it? And how did you do it?" Vinny asked as he looked at the orange-eyed man. Rida went quiet for a moment, "Ah yes...I did cause it, my...apologies for what I caused in that nightmare...and how I caused it? I am quite experienced in magic" The orange-eyed man responded. The cameraman looked at the ground, "Why...?" He asked.

"I-I...I do have quite a habit of being a bit aggressive when I first sort of introduce myself like that" Rida replied he seemed a bit speechless at first but thought of what to say. "You and Enji...kept saying that I was smarter than I look...why was that?" Vinny asked again more assertive this time, "Not many people can usually break out like that...It came as a shock and you are fairly smart in general" Rida responded.

Vinny was going to say something, but there was a knock at the door and the two instantly darted attention to the door, "Who's there?!" Vinny called out, "It's me Nya! Can we talk?!" The water ninja replied from the other side of the door, "OK give me a minute!" Vinny shouted back.

"You need to go" The cameraman said to Rida, "Can't I stay? I'll stay hidden" The orange-eyed man replied. Vinny wasn't bothered arguing and nodded as he stood up. Rida smiled softly before standing up as well. "God damn you're tall" Vinny said again, sure he said it the first time he met Rida, but he couldn't get over how tall he was. The orange-eyed man chuckled before backing away into the corner of the room and reciting a spell and disappearing, "What the..?" Vinny said out, "I'm still here just not able to be seen" Rida said out from the corner.

"Ok...?" The cameraman said before going to open the door for Nya.

"We need to talk..." The water ninja instantly said to Vinny who let her in the room.

(Hope you enjoy made this really quickly)

[translatemunson]

track three — the ex tapes

warnings: not proofread. this is not a fluff series, so be ready for some angst and angry characters.

author's note: thanks for all the love these past few chapters! i'm thinking of taking some requests on scenes/drabbles you'd like to read about this series, what do you think? send your ideas my way via ask or message me!

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Eddie didn’t call you again. He went silent. Yeah, that was definitely a goodbye.

This was one of those days where the connection wasn’t there. The artist you worked with gave you some trouble when trying to find the subject of the song. You’ve talked for hours, he asked his assistant to get you some coffee and cookies from a nearby cafe, but even after all of that, he couldn’t give you enough material to start based on his experience.

You wrote a verse and a chorus you are not proud of, leaving the rest for another session. But you’re not sure if this was going to happen. He felt a bit off, you knew when people didn’t want to open themselves up, for whatever reason. 

Perhaps it was your fault. You were so connected to your personal story that everything was distant. You drive back home listening to your classical music tape, letting the harmonies and crescendos get the ideas out of your mind.

You don’t recognize the black car parked a few spots to the left of Steve’s car. You’ve been living in this building long enough to know everyone else’s cars. New neighbors? No, you weren’t aware of people moving in for a while now.

You gather your things and go up the stairs to the third floor. Everything is calm.

“Stevie! Wanna order some pizza?” You unlock the door and meet with a very serious Steve staring at the person on your couch. Black jeans, denim vest and jacket, dark curls. “What’s this? Why did you let him in?”

Both boys look in your direction. You cross your arms in front of your chest, your guitar case on your feet.

“I think you should talk.” He motions to Eddie to stay in his place.

“Steve-”

“Think of your career, ok? I’ll be in my room,” he walks to you and hugs you. “Try not to kill each other. Scream if you need me to kick him out.”

Steve leaves you alone, locking the door to his room — you bet he’s gonna eavesdrop on your conversation, whether you like it or not. You put your things on the table and let a deep sight cut through your silence.

“What are you doing here, Munson? No, what do you really want from me? Wasn’t leaving me behind like we were nothing enough?”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“I know, you said it a few nights ago. But I’m not buying it. How did you find me?”

Eddie looks in the direction of Steve’s room and you feel a little betrayed. You knew Steve would do anything for you, to protect you. And maybe you were too drunk when he arrived after the phone call and you poured your heart out telling him you wished things ended up differently. But you were too hurt, too afraid to let him closer again.

“Sorry, I-”

“You don’t mean it, so shut it. You never returned my calls, or my letters, or even let me know when you were in town so we could have a decent conversation. And now it’s too late.”

“You wanted closure? Do you even know what it means? Because to keep writing our story on people’s songs isn’t closure.”

“Like you’ve never written something about us as well. You can’t change my mind, Munson: I’m not writing with you. Now leave me alone.”

Eddie stands up, but doesn’t go for the door. He takes some bold steps until you’re close.

“You left me in the studio, was it some kind of twisted payback?”

“You broke my fucking heart, Eddie! Making you pay for the studio rent is nothing compared to what you’ve done to me!”

“Well, isn't it funny that you’re working in the same field as me? It’s like you were hoping this would happen.”

“Idiot, I’ve been writing songs and poems for ages! Who gave you the poem that inspired your first hit?” He doesn’t answer, well aware of the day you gave him an envelope with the poem inside. “Why did you use it anyway?”

“Because it was good, Y/N, really good. Can we please put those things behind and talk about our jobs? Because I really need to write this song, and you’re the only person that can understand me.”

You don’t understand me, he said that before you left the trailer in a hurry. It’s been like six years since that night, and you still feel it hunting you. Because you know you were wrong, but you were also young and too eager to get it.

You wanted to move to Chicago, to attend college, to live with Eddie in a small apartment. But you weren’t on the same page. He didn’t see how leaving somewhere else would be good, how he could keep playing with the band. According to him, you had everything you needed in Hawkins.

You had this huge fight. Screaming at each other how things were going to be better, new opportunities and everything else. To him, studying was a waste of time. To you, his band was a waste of time. In the end, you left the trailer after getting tired of all of his bullshit.

When you returned a few days later, he was gone. He moved to Los Angeles, they got a record deal, Wayne explained to you. He gave you his number and new address, and God knows you’ve tried to talk to him, at least to say you were sorry and you wanted to try long distance before ending things up.

He ended things before you could try.

“It has to be you, Y/N. I’ve tried with others, they don’t get it like you do. Please.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I can’t.”

You take a paper from the table and start writing down all the songwriters you’ve worked with and could help him, maybe would be honored to work with him. Because you know you can’t go in a studio with him, write down his feelings and walk away without feeling hurt. The song would play everywhere and it would sink the knife deeper.

You offer the paper. Eddie takes it but doesn’t give it a look, shoving it in his pocket right away.

“Please.”

You start crying, your memories making you go back to that night in the trailer. You’ve seen this film before, he’s gonna leave you again and again. 

Eddie brings you to his chest in a warm hug. You inhale his scent: cigarettes, maybe coffee and some fancy cologne. Time was good with him. You hug him back stronger, wishing things were different in the past. He doesn’t let you go until he’s sure you’ve calmed down.

“I’m so sorry that I left you. I really am.” He holds your face gently, sweeping the tears away. “Back then I thought that I always had to choose, and I didn’t want to do it because I really wanted to be with you, but music means everything to me. And then we fought and I had a good reason to run away. But you didn’t deserve it, and I’m so sorry for that.”

“I know, Eddie. But I have my fair share of guilt,” you cover his hands with yours. You wished you did this sooner, found your way to Eddie sooner. “I wanted you to leave everything for me, without thinking about other ways we could do it. And when I did, it was too late.”

He holds your shoulders. “Let’s call it a truce? Just for the sake of our jobs. We write the song, I give you a huge cut from the money and we can follow our own ways.”

“You can’t tell people that Charlie Rogers is your ex, because I really don’t wanna be Eddie Munson’s ex,” you add to the deal.

“Sure.” Your proudness is always showing, but he agrees with you: you’ve built your career by yourself, not by being someone’s ex. “Anything else?”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise, love.”

“I can fit you in my schedule.”

“Great,” he claps his hands, satisfied, “if you wanna work in a specific studio, let my manager know, he can arrange that.”

“Nah, choose your favorite and we’ll be fine.”

“Right, ok,” he smiles and leans in. “So see you soon?”

“On thursday, probably. I’ll have to cancel with Madonna, but that’s fine.”

“Madonna? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it's the third time we’ll work together. I can fit her somewhere else,” you say like it’s nothing. “Clean your schedule for me, rockstar, and meet me here at eight. And make sure to rent the studio for noon. There’s something we need to do before our writing session.”

“‘K, I’ll be here.”

“Ok.”

But none of you move. His big brown eyes don’t leave yours, you can’t break the contact. Reality is hitting you in the middle of your face. The thing you asked for years is happening. Eddie is here.

A door is opened and you hear footsteps.

“Erm, I thought you killed each other,” Steve cleans his throat.

You break the contact first. Eddie puts a cheeky smile on his face and walks to the door.

“See you on thursday. Bye, Steve.”

“See ya, Munson,” Steve does the honors of letting Eddie out. As soon as he closes the door, his eyes find you. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” You take your stuff and walk to your room. “Please, leave me alone tonight.”

“I’ll make dinner for you.”

“No need.”

“Y/N,” he’s already worried about you.

“I need a moment alone, Harrington. Talk to you tomorrow.”

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[foxys-fantasy-tales]

A Rival Most Vial - Book Review

Oh gosh, where do I start? I loved it. Let's make that clear. Ok, I'll begin with my one gripe before my overwhelming praise takes over because I cannot wait for more in this series.

R.K. Ashwick's second trilogy begins with this book, as The Stray Spirit began their first trilogy and was their debut novel as an indie author last year. Two books in so little time! I could never be that fast! Both are highly recommended by me so I wanted to mention the other book, now, let's pop open this juicy dumpling of fantasy fiction, shall we?

The one gripe is Ambrose and Eli are at odds for a good third of the book or so, and I mean heavily. As spoiler light as possible, events go from a boiling point that breaks the rules of the street their shops are on, then in the same day a character begins to look at the other with a wholly different kinda boiling point. -tugs collar- Ahem. As I said, the quick change left a bit of whiplash for me personally, but it's my only complaint for this wonderful novel that also captured my heart and made me tear up once or twice.

Ambrose is by far my favorite. I relate to his closed off nature, and boy does he also have good reasons for it. He's intelligent, gifted in his craft even, dedicated, and all mushy inside if you can get past that icy blue exterior of his. Eli, on the other hand, took me a minute to get on board with, though I have to admit the cutest automaton ever, Tom, and her wonderfully depicted stabby feet, mug body, fork arms, and broom head helped warm me to him. Eli has severe wanderlust and gets bored of things easily, though he is also incredibly gifted. He's reckless, but he's charming and bears good intentions.

All the characters are wonderful, really, but I won't name them all here and let you discover them yourself. They make themselves very much known in the first chapter after all. Big personalities and bigger hearts, these shopkeeps all stick together through thick and thin, even though some may make some really rash calls at times. In a magical world with exploding moss, dragons, and venomous moths that shoot deadly spikes the length of your arm, any rash choice could be deadly.

The romance is golden and the details on the kisses and awkwardness being described from both sides of the blooming relationship between Ambrose and Eli is just -mwah-. Ambrose is uncertain of a first relationship and so concerned with timing and averages like any A type personality would be, while Eli is tender with him and doesn't wish to push too far, all the while not knowing Ambrose may want just that. There is a short sex scene, but it's very blurry in depictions of physicality and hones in more on the back and forth and emotions between the two. I thought this was a good choice for this type of story, and it blended well to the emotional beats at the time.

The world-building, just like The Stray Spirit, is so carefully thought out, planned, drawn up in wonderful in book art, and exudes so much of Ashwick's character that you could tell it was an R.K. Ashwick book even without the name on the cover if you read their debut. Each of these worlds is mesmerizing and brings me back to when I would eat through fantasy books by the dozen. It's whimsical, but dangerous enough you have to root for the characters and fear for them at times genuinely. As Ambrose goes over his potion instructions and shortcuts to his partner on the commission, each detail feels like it just came from an actual text on the subject. I can't wait to discover more of this world.

Can we also state how gorgeous that cover is while I still have your attention? The colors pop so well! The details are stunning and I love the little silhouettes of our main duo with those tiny hearts above their heads.

All in all, this is my long-winded approach to saying GO BUY THIS BOOK! I assure you it is worth the time and money spent to travel through this world with these loveable fools.

This is an arc read and I’m leaving a review voluntarily. This review is honest all the same and I jumped at the chance to be an arc reader after reading The Stray Spirit shortly after it's launch. I've followed this project's growth even longer than that, and I am so happy to say I am so satisfied with how this turned out.

[thebnha-auhoard]

There were documents in Kai office.

"What is this Shiku?"

Said mist man avoided looking at him.

"Things you should look."

"I know those logos, I don't need anything from anywhere-."

"Kai."

Kai was shaking, there were no place in the numbness besides rage. Oboro was looking at him now, something in his eyes was the same as the lady he just attended, pleading to something but Kai wouldn't never know what.

"You deserve to know, what happened, what you have-."

"I deserve to chose it also."

"Yeah."

Kai hated that face, face that spoke he knew what the end would be. It was the same as before Chief found him.

"Get out."

"... Just, remember we are here for you." and out he was.

Kai sighed, falling in his chair, he was tired after this work day, and a tired mind would come back to habits he did not wish to have.

Habits probably documented in one of the essays in front of him.

Slowly, Kai set to organize the papers, skimming the titles and feeling the pit on his stomach grow and grow with each detail his eyes would glimpse.

Chemical trials, hallucinogem trials, quirk enhencer and inhibitors trials, at the same time, hypnotism trials, exercize trials-.

Chisaki stopped, both remembering such occasion being much more than just "exercize", and seeing more data than expected, his eyes wandered through the paper. With caught breath, he could read the cold data he knew was analysing bringing a child to pass out exhaustion, and beating them to a inch of their life.

Data different from his own time, because he already read the complains of how difficult that was with someone with a quirk like his.

Subject 39.

Kai knew himself to be the displacer, number 505.

Letting the paper fall on his table again, half messy and half in neat pile, Kai almost disperced his lunch right there to be a bigger mess. He didn't, only tasting in the back of his throat the taste of bile and the meat bowl he had as Chisaki fell back on his chair.

His breath was too light under his mask, too nothing for his lungs and blood. Kai almost reached his phone, number memorized to any call to be made, to tell any mess he get's into because that's what Kai will ever do isn't it, because he's-.

Standing up so suddenly scared his own mind, but Kai couldn't stay, with too confident steps than what his mind was passing, Chisaki got out of his office, going directly to the small clinic change lockers was a fail, since Oboro easily caught up with his dishelveled mind.

"Kai-."

"Don't!"

"Ok doctor, what are you doing?" He couldn't look at Oboro's face, couldn't look at such concern to him of all people.

"I just, just need to go."

"And i'm coming with you, ok?"

"Whatever!" Chisaki pulled away from his arm, continuing his way to the lockers to fetch-.

"Look, i know that maybe was a hard read-."

"It Wasn't.-"

"But you can't just drop everything to.-"

"Oboro," Kai turned, looking at the man with spiralling mist already coming out of him in worry. "They have another subject."

The shock on him was enough time to pull out his 'costume' before any more questions were asked. Kai didn't know if he even was ready to those or a infiltration of this scale.

But Kai Chisaki could not just tremble in his office while someone was passing by the same fucking things he did.

[count-a-w-k]

Helen walks back into the room with a pair of scrubs in her right hand. “Here, put these on.”

“Thank you.”

Hawken puts on the scrubs while Helen finds a chair in the corner and brings it closer to the table. She sits down and looks at Hawken directly.

“So, tell me, where did it all start for you?”

“OK” he replies. “It all started in a galaxy far far away. I was a member of the rebel alliance. We were on board a CR90 corvette on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan…”

“Stop right there Hawken.” she said. “Why are you quoting Star Wars?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that I loved those three movies. Still can’t believe what happened at the end of the Return of the Jedi,” he replies smirking.

“Hawken, I hope you’re going to give me your full life story,” she says.

“OK Helen, I will tell you.” he says as he begins to tell her his story.

I was born on a farm in the year 2000 BC in southern Britain, not far from a quiet coastal area. My mother was named Dele. She gave birth to me and my twin brother during the middle of winter – on what would now be called January 1st. She named me Kin and my brother Arn. Arn was the spitting image of me, but I was left-handed and he was right-handed. That’s how our mother could tell us apart, as we got older.

Throughout the years me and Arn helped out our dear mother on the farm and she taught us a lot about life and farming, as there wasn’t a school to go to in those times. We learnt quite a lot, but the one thing our mother never told us about was where our father was. Every time Arn mentioned it, she just changed the subject or left the room crying. I told Arn to stop asking so many questions but deep down wanted to know who my father really was and wanted to know happened to him just as much as he did.

When our mother started to notice that we were becoming stronger and turning into men, she knew that is would soon be time for us to leave and journey out into the world. Me and my brother wanted to stay at the farm as we were both scared of journeying into the unknown world but, as we both reached twenty years of age, times were starting to change. There were moments when the farm was attacked by strangers or even neighbouring farms, demanding that we hand over our land to them. But we fought them off. Our mother was proud of us, but one day in the summer, we met someone who would change our view on life forever.

“So, who was this person you met then?” asked Helen, looking puzzled

“Our father,” said Hawken in a calm voice.

Helen sat back in the chair in amazement, then leaned forward and asked, “Tell me more about this encounter.”

Well me and my brother were walking along the coastline, discussing our plans for the future of the farm while we were looking around to find a perfect spot for fishing. We didn’t want to be just known for farming, but to expand out and open up a trading place.

“Do you know something Arn, if there weren’t just three of us, we could make this farm bigger.”

“Yeah, but we did well as farmers Kin, why do you want to start fishing?”

“Because we are closer to the coast then the other farms in the area. Plus, there is a new settlement is not far from her.”

“So, you want us to trade with them for all the goods we have got? Sound like a plan.”

“Hey - who’s that in the distance?”

“Where?”

“That person standing there by the cliff edge.”

“I don’t know - let’s go over and greet them.”

“Are you sure Arn?”

“Come on, let’s see who this person is…”

So Arn and I started walking towards the stranger. He was a tall man with white hair, wearing strange clothing. His face was old looking. It was like we had met him before, but didn’t know where. He was looking out to sea, until he turned around noticed us. He looked at us both and smiled. “Hello there, my name is Hawros. I found you at last my sons!”

Both Arn and I had a surprise look on our faces, wondering how could he be our father. Arn spoke nervously to him. “So, you are our father?”

“Yes, my son, I am here to meet you as this is my final day on this world. It won’t be long until I join my fellow Guzilumans in the great beyond,” said Hawros smiling, like he knew something was going to happen to him.

Arn asked him what a Guziluman is, as I was too nervous to speak to him.

“A Guziluman?” repeated Hawros. “Well, I am one of eight Guzilumans who have lived for four thousand years.”

“Four thousand years, but that is impossible to believe,” said Arn with a curious expression.

“This is part of our life span. We have Guzilkion, which translates to human with God like abilities. Each one of us is different with this ability allocated to us. Our nature is to watch and observe the humans, never interfering in their evolution. But if we are provoked by any threat, we defend ourselves without using any unless we have created them ourselves, using the elements from the earth. In the time I have spent living on this world, I have seen so many wonders and I also observed the humans creating new things, to improve their lives. But now my life span is about to end and it’s time for you both to take my place, so you can watch over the humans for the next four thousand years.” Hawros explained to us.

“Now I am going to let you know that there are other Guzilumans that are younger than me out there in this world. I was the leader of the group, but one day I decided to leave them as I was in the final hundred years of my life span. Then I met your mother. She will tell you more about me after I’m gone.”

“But why did you mate with our mother?” Arn asked Hawros curiously.

“Well, Arn, for the final hundred years of our life span, we must seek out and find a female to mate with. So that our race’s bloodline can carry on when we leave this world.”

“But why did you leave our mother,”  Arn pressed, getting very emotional.

“I’m so sorry my son, but it would have been a burden on me to help raise you both. Your mother knew that I was special, so she told me to leave to protect you both as my presence would bring danger to you.”

Arn could not take all of this in, but I intervened in the conversation and asked him more about his group.

“Well my son, they are a nice bunch, but if you don’t meet them you will meet their offspring instead,” Hawros explained. He turned around and looked out to sea. “You know something,” he mused, “this is the last view I’m ever going to see before leaving this beautiful world. But now,” he turned back to us “I must tell you both something; I’m going to give you two, new names. From this day Kin you will be named Hawken, as you Arn you will be known as Andros.”

Me and Arn looked at each other, thinking that our destinies were now going to change in a way that we didn’t expect. Hawros’ body started to shudder “It is time for me to depart this world now. I hope you two will watch over it, as the humans will have a strange future ahead of them.”

Our father turned his head to look at me and Arn before turning back to look out to sea. He closed his eyes, then suddenly his body began to glow, revealing a bright white light covering his entire body. Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished, leaving just a bright white spark in his place. The spark floated and said to me and Arn, “Goodbye my sons and tell your mother I will always love and watch over her.” The spark ascended into the sky disappearing from our sight! Me and my brother stared at each other in disbelief. Now we knew who our father truly was, only for him to  leave to join his fellow Guzilumans in the great beyond.

“I’m wondering how our mother would react to this encounter we just had?” I said to Arn/Andros.

“Well brother,” he replied, “she is going to get a major surprise over this, when we tell her!” We both looked into the sky smiling.

“Let me get this straight,” said Helen curiously. “Your father just shows up, tells you and your brother that you’re both Guzilumans, tells you the brief history of your race, and gives you both new names. Then just dies in front of your eyes. And now you are going to your mother to tell her that you both met your father. You had a weird beginning!”

“Well Helen, there is more to come about my life story,” replied Hawken, “Are you going to ask more questions about my life?”

“Please carry on and sorry for my interruption.” said Helen

Well, as my brother said to me about our mother is going to be surprised about us meeting our father. I said to my brother “Do you think, mother is going to take it lightly or will she be shocked?”

“She is going to be shocked,” he replied, “but I do hope she’s not cooking our evening meal.” So, me and my brother ran home.

When we got there, we saw our mother outside cooking a hog on an open fire. She was 5’6 tall with natural black hair, her face was like a beautiful angel.

“Was she naked?” asked Helen.

“No Helen! We did wear clothes in those days,” replied Hawken.

Andros walked up to her to say that he and I had some good news for her. She looked at us, wondering what we were going to say to her.

“Mother, we only met our father today,” said Andros with a joyful expression.

“Your father! After all these years, he has finally met you two?” our mother responded, shedding a tear.

“Yes. He told us what we truly are. It all makes sense now. But he couldn’t stay very long as he was about to depart into the sky,” Andros explained, getting very emotional. “He finally left this world then!” Our mother replied shedding more tears.

“Mother, how did he meet you?” Andros asked.

“It was in the spring a very long time ago; I was just a young woman living with my family in a small settlement. Your grandfather was the settlement leader and ruled the area as the land was hostile. I was set to marry a warrior from another settlement which I didn’t want. But your grandfather insisted, until that faithful day in the beginning of spring, when your father came to the settlement. He was seeking food and shelter for the night, as he came from a far-off land. Your grandfather didn’t trust him at all, but your grandmother took a shine to him. When he noticed me, I knew he was the one I wanted. He stayed until he was challenged by the warrior I was promised to,” she explained.

“Was it a fight to the death?” Andros asked her.

“No, your father just scared him away with his powers. Your grandfather realised then, that the Gods had sent a powerful warrior to protect us all and dropped his objections to our relationship. But over time your father was challenged by other warriors from further afield. Eventually, as your father became more powerful and famous, the number of challenges increased until we had to leave for the safety of the settlement.

We travelled for many days, eventually settling here and building the farm. In due course, you two were born one mid-winter. Your father left the day you both started walking,” she explained beginning to cry.

“I’m so sorry Mother, for asking,” said Andros shocked. “We are both truly sorry for making you cry dear mother.”

“Its fine, Arn. Now you two help me prepare dinner and then off to bed. We have got a lot of work to do tomorrow,” she said to both of us.

Later that night we heard the front door open while we were trying to sleep. Shortly  thereafter, we heard a scream of terror coming from outside. Me and Andros ran out of our home to see what was going on. Noticing a hay bale on fire, I shouted “ARN, WHERE’S MOTHER?” Arn looked around and noticed our she wasn’t by the open fire. He looked around at the hay bale on fire.

“NO, SHE COULDN’T HAVE, WHY!” Arn shouted in anger.

“Do you think, it’s too late to save her,” I asked, shedding tears from my eyes.

“It is,” said Arn crying too. Our mother decided to kill herself, knowing that she had to let us go from her.

“So why didn’t you both put out the fire?” asked Helen .

“We couldn’t, as we didn’t have a lot of water in the evenings. Also, the nearest stream was three quarters of mile away, so by the time we would have returned, it would have been too late,” replied Hawken, shedding a tear from his left eye.

“Why didn’t you use this Guzilk whatever you call it?” asked Helen.

“Because at that time we didn’t know how to,” Hawken replied looking down at the floor.

“Don’t cry” said Helen. “Just tell me what happened next?”

“OK.”

The next morning. I was finishing digging my mother’s grave while Andros, which was the name I was calling him by now, wrapped her body in her cloak. I looked at him with a sad expression. His was also very sad, but he was trying his best not to cry. He picked up her corpse and brought it to the grave. I stepped out of the grave and we both lowered her body into it. Then I started to put the earth back with my bare hands, while Andros stood watching.

When I had finished, we both knelt on the ground with our heads bowed and I spoke. “Dearest father, wherever your spirit now rests in the sky, we ask you to take our mother’s spirit with you.” Then, suddenly, from the sky, our father’s white spark came down towards us and hovered above our mother’s grave. We looked at it, starting to smile with joy as our father had come back to us. Then from the grave, another white spark appeared and combined with our father’s making it bigger before floating back into the sky, disappearing again as we both watched. We knew that our mother and father would be both happy together wherever they may be. So, me and Andros got up off our knees and headed back inside our home to pack our belongings. As we finished packing, Andros turned to me and said, “Well bother, it’s time we moved on.”

“So, we are just going to abandon our home?”

“Yes, I think another family might move into this place, or it could just be left as it is for the rest of eternity.” So, we both left our home and walked east looking back at the farm.

“This is it.” said Andros “Into the unknown for us both, until we reach the same fate as our father.”

“Yes Andros. Let’s see what’s out there…” I replied. So, we walked off, towards the nearest settlement, which was a day’s walk away.

“So, did you ever go back to your home?” questioned Helen.

“No, me and Andros never did return. We just kept travelling,” replied Hawken. “We wandered around Britain, visiting different settlements, helping on farms and working in some open mines, never settling anywhere for long.

“We even spent about ten years in Scotland noticing clan families fighting each other from afar, but never getting involved. For the first five hundred years, we experienced things we had never dreamt of seeing. It was like we had a purpose, to make sure humanity never did anything stupid. Andros wanted to keep a record of what we got up to, but neither of us could read or write. We didn’t know about it back then, but we could remember what we saw and enjoy seeing the wonders of life until that one day…”

Hawken’s voice drifted into silence, as if he was lost in thought.

“And what happened on that day?” Helen prompted.

I remember that day very well. It was the day my Guzilkion abilities stirred inside me. Me and Andros were ploughing a field on this farm about a day’s walk from a settlement where the town of Chichester is now located. We had almost finished ploughing when in the distance I noticed a tall man with dark hair walking towards me, clutching a large wooden club in his right hand. As he got nearer I saw that he was looking at me angrily, as if I had done something to him, although I didn’t know who he was. I looked into his eyes and they were very red, with no pupils at all. With no further warning he attacked me with his club, knocking me to the ground. Andros leaped to my defence, but was knocked to the ground, breaking his jawbone.

As I lay there cowering in fear, I felt something surge within me – something I had never experienced before. I blinked for a brief second and my body began to vibrate. The stranger swung his club towards me again and, without conscious thought, my left hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, completely stopping him. With a severe stare at my attacker, I rose to my feet, still holding his wrist. My grip tightened until he was forced to drop the club, which fell to the ground.

Instinctively, I pointed my free hand towards the ground. Suddenly the guy started to sink, as if in quicksand. He screamed in terror as he knew he was going to die. As he sank, his eyes seemed o return to normal, then actual flames came out of his mouth, as if something was leaving his body. Now free of possession, the man looked at me in abject terror as the ground swallowed him.

Andros got to his feet, a look of shock on his face, at what he had just witnessed. “Hawken, was that your Guzilkion abilities? Your eyes are like nothing I’ve ever seen before - are you in control?”

“The power! I feel like I could rule the world…” I shivered as I realised what I’d just said. “But it also feels so wrong! What have I done to this man!?” I was suddenly very scared. “How do I stop it?”

“Just close your eyes and relax,” Andros said to me calmly.

Taking a deep breath, I did as he advised, immediately feeling myself return to normal.”

After a few seconds Andros asked “How do you feel now?”

“Normal Andros, just normal!”

“Hawken, what you just did was amazing, but we have to leave, because this man’s body will be discovered, and no one should know it was us.” At this last thought, Andros looked around to see if anyone had seen us.

“OK Andros, let’s go…” I reached to collect my stuff be he interrupted “No Hawken, we will get new belongings. Let’s just get out of here!”

So, we started running, eastwards as it happened. As we went, deep down I was thinking to myself, ‘I must control these powers somehow because I don’t want to kill anyone ever again!’

A little bit further away, we ran straight into this other man, knocking him to the ground. We kept running until this man shouted out us, “STOP RIGHT THERE!” Me and Andros stopped in fear. The man got up off the ground and walked towards us staring at both of us as we stood there shaking.

“Why on earth are you running away?” he asked us.

I looked at him. He had a kind face with grey hair and was wearing the same clothes that my father wore.

“I saw what you two did, especially you,” he nodded to me.

“Who are you?” I said to him.

“My name is Deston,” he said, adding “I used to know your father!” Me and Andros looked each other in amazement.

“Deston?” Helen asked.

“Yes Deston, a kind Guziluman, who would teach me and Andros how to use and control our Guzilkion abilities.” Hawken explained to Helen with a smile on his face.

“Please tell me.” Helen replied, intrigued.

Later that night, the three of us sat round an open fire in a forest, Deston expanding on what little our father had told us about the Guziluman race. He explained in detail that every Guziluman has a lifespan of four thousand years, within the final hundred years of which they must mate with a human to create a new Guziluman. He went into every detail about the Guzilkion abilities that a Guziluman inherits from their father or mother. Our father, for example, could control matter and also influence weak human minds.

Whist he realised that, by now, our father would have reproduced, Deston had been surprised to find two of us.

“Hawken, you appear to have inherited Hawros’ talent to control matter, which suggests that you, Andros, probably have the mind control ability.”

“Why do you say I have controlling matter ability then?” I asked.

“Because of what you did to that poor man, Hawken.”

The memory made me shudder in both fear and shame. Seeing this, Deston said, quietly, “You didn’t have a choice, that man wasn’t in control of his own body,” Deston replied to me.

“So, what was controlling him then?” asked Andros.

“A Flamerite!” Deston replied.

“What are Flamerites?” we asked in unison.

“Fire spirits. They come from fire mountains, in an area far south from here across the great ocean. They take over a human body turning it a puppet,” explained Deston. “Being made of flame, they have a mortal fear of being smothered.” At our slightly confused looks he added “think about how you dowse a fire.”

“So that’s why this Flamerite left that man’s body!” exclaimed Andros, with a burst of insight.

“Indeed. I had been tracking it for months. I’m glad you got rid of it Hawken, but it’s a shame you had to kill that poor man in the process.”

“I wish our father had had time to tell us about them, we might have been able to save the man that I accidently killed,” I said looking at my brother, who looked back at me.

“But my powers had only just awakened in me and I wasn’t myself,” I continued.

“Well Hawken and Andros, I’m here to help teach you both control your Guzilkion abilities,” replied Deston. “In the morning we will all journey towards the south-east coast and travel by boat to another land. There are not a lot of settlements there in the northern part, so we won’t be disturbed. Then both of you will get on with learning to control your Guzilkion abilities. Now get some sleep while I keep watch,” said Deston getting up off the ground. So, me and Andros lay down on the ground, closed our eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, all three of us set off south-east for the coast. As we passed through settlements on our journey, we gathered supplies and new clothing for me and Andros. Then finally, late one evening, we reached the coast where Deston had left his small boat. Deston told us the journey would be treacherous, but if we kept going, we would make it to the new place in a day, so we pushed his boat out into the incoming waves and boarded it. Me and Andros sat down, picked up an oar each, placed them into the water and started to row. As Deston had promised, next evening we finally reached land.

“OK, you two, lets unload and make our way inland. I think we should set up our new home in the forest over there.” Deston told us both. So we unloaded and made our way into the forest, where we made camp. Deston then said he would journey on to look for food, while me and Andros made an open fire to set up camp around. Deston walked off into the forest.

“So, Hawken, do you think this will be our new home from now on?” Andros asked.

“It might be.” I replied, “but the question is how are we going to cut down these trees if we don’t have an axe?”

“I think Deston will explain to us when he gets back with the food, so let’s just gather up some of these twigs and make a fire shall we,” Andros said.

Later on, that evening, as we cooked and then ate the hog Deston killed, he told us what he had planned for us for the next day.

“Right! In the morning we are going to build our new home.”

“How are we going to do that as we don’t have any axes?” Andros asked Deston.

“Well, Andros, your brother is going to do it for us!” Deston replied.

“How?” I said.

“Remember Hawken, you have the ability to control matter,” Deston said to me. I sat back with a curious expression.

“OK you two, it’s time to get some sleep. I will keep watch again.” Deston said to us.

We eventually lay down and fell asleep.

“This is very interesting,” Helen said. “Was it in northern France?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t known as France then. It was an area that hadn’t even been explored by the Gauls yet, so we had the area to ourselves.”

“OK, I understand. Please continue,” Helen replied.

The next day I was standing between the trees with Deston beside me telling me what to do while Andros watched from afar looking forward to seeing how I was going to attempt this.

“Right Hawken, just close your eyes and relax,” Deston instructed while walking around me.

I closed my eyes and listened.

“Raise your left arm out in front of you and keep your palm facing forwards. That’s it – now listen carefully to the sounds around you. When I say begin, you are going to imagine your home in front of you. After that you open your eyes and let your Guzilkion abilities will take over. But remember to stay focused and do not lose yourself to them. Stay in control and if there are any problems I will intervene. Do you understand?” Deston explained.

“Yes,” I said with my eyes remaining closed.

“OK, I’m going to stand next to your brother now and watch you,” Deston replied, walking off.

“OK. Hawken now begin!” Deston called to me from afar.

I carefully imagined my home, as carefully and completely as I could. Then I opened my eyes and suddenly the trees began to change in front of me. It was like I was shaping the wood with my mind. Then, suddenly, unbidden, the image of the burning hay bale my mother had killed herself on came into my mind, breaking my concentration and my construction fell apart. I lowered my arm, shedding a tear from my eye and felt myself break down emotionally. Deston ran over to me.

“Hawken don’t trouble yourself. You were doing well.”

“I can’t do it Deston. I imagined my mother’s death.”

“Hawken, calm yourself, but keep it together.”

“OK, Deston I will try again.” So Deston walked back over to my brother.

“OK, Hawken begin again.”

So, closing my eyes and reaching out my arm, I began again. And this time I made a home.

“Well done, Hawken.” Deston shouted. “Now we won’t freeze tonight.” He laughed. I turned around and I noticed my brother with his eyes wide open and with a shocked look on his face..

“That was so amazing,” he said, “you could reshape the entire land around us, if you increased your ability!”

“Well I think Andros; this could be the beginning of my abilities. But I’m still scared of it,” I replied curiously.

“Hawken, whatever you can do, you make people bow down to you, but for now I think we should not use them in front of the humans, as they won’t understand us, and they might chase us with their burning torches,” Andros cautioned.

“OK you two, let’s pick supplies and head inside,” Deston instructed.

So, we picked the supplies and headed into our new home. As Deston and Andros walked through the door, I turned around and sensed something to the south of our home. I shook my head and walked inside closing the door behind me.

“You created a house out of trees without cutting them down?” Helen was astounded.

“Yes Helen, and that was just the start. My ability to control matter has developed over the thousands of years since. I could turn the whole of New York into a mountain if I wanted to,” Hawken replied. “In fact, I could probably reshape the entire planet.”

“OK. Could you give me a little demonstration?” Helen asked politely.

Hawken looked around the room. “You see that scalpel on the table over there? Bring it to me please.” Helen did as asked. Hawken took the blade in his left hand.

“OK, Helen just watch carefully.” Before Helen’s astonished eyes the scalpel disintegrated into small metal fragments, then reformed into a spoon, then became a dagger and after that a pin, before returning to its original form.

“How in the world did you do that? It’s like magic,” asked Helen, amazed at what she had just seen.

“It’s very hard to explain to you, Helen, but at least now you know what I can do.”

“Your secret will be safe with me,” Helen promised, closely examining the scalpel.

“Come to think of it, I’m surprised no one has walked in on us yet.” Hawken replied.

“Everyone’s on their break at the moment, waiting for the next shift to arrive,” Helen explained almost absently, her attention fully on the scalpel close to her face. Shaking herself back to awareness she added “But I think I should sneak you out of here and take you back to my place so you can tell me more of your life story.”

“How will you sneak me out?”

Helen put the scalpel down and grabbed Hawken’s right hand.

“Let’s go,” said Helen, taking Hawken out of the door.

Meanwhile across the city in a dark room a pale-faced man walks through the door straight to a telephone on a desk, picks up the receiver and carefully dials a number. A second or so later, he says “Hello. I tried to kill him for you, but someone saw me, so I couldn’t finish the job you tasked me with.”

A voice replies “You have disappointed me. Listen to me carefully. Is there a window near you?”

“Yes boss” says the man.

“Well go and jump out of it.” the voice replies. Suddenly, the man becomes possessed and can’t control his body’s reflexes. He drops the receiver and walks to the window. Without stopping he launches himself straight through the glass, falling to his death on the sidewalk below.

On the other end of the phone, in a small office in Moscow, a grey-haired man, puts his phone down laughing his head off!

In an alleyway at the back of the morgue, an exit door opened, and out walked Hawken, still dressed in scrubs and barefoot. From just inside, Helen instructed “Wait here - and I’ll be back in ten minutes with my car.” The door shut behind Hawken, leaving him alone in the alleyway. Looking around, he noticed a homeless man sitting on the ground next to a dumpster.

The man looked at Hawken strangely, as if trying to place him, then; “It’s you isn’t it!” The man is shocked, as if he’d seen a ghost.

“I’m sorry - do I know you?”

“Yeah I remember you, you’re the guy I saw years ago in Vietnam.”

“Vietnam, I remember now. Me and my friend were impersonating reporters.”

“Yeah, you were interviewing my platoon when the Vietcong opened fire on us. I saw you and your friend get shot to pieces. So, we left you there while we advanced under fire.” said the homeless veteran.

“Oh” replied Hawken. “Well, to cut a long story short, I’m what you could call immortal.”

“IMOMRTAL! Oh! Well, I’m glad you survived anyway. What are you doing here then? Are you a doctor?” nodding at the scrubs.

“Err, someone tried to kill me, but failed in their attempt, so that’s why I’m out here.” replied Hawken trying to figure what to do next.

The homeless man got up and walked over to Hawken, offering a handshake.

“All I’ve got to say to you is, it’s great meeting you and whatever happened to you I hope you catch whoever tried to kill you.”

Hawken gripped the man’s hand, returning the shake. “Thank you.” He thought for a second, then went on “I am going to give you a gift to help you, as you look like you need a fresh start in life. You see that pile of old newspapers over there?”

“Yes, what about them?”

“Bring them to me and I will show you something amazing.”

“You’re not going to read to me, are you?” asked the homeless man.

“No, no, no, you will see,” Hawken, laughed in reply.

The veteran walked over to the pile of old newspapers, picked them up and brought them back. At Hawken’s direction he put them on the ground. Hawken kneeled down and placed his left hand on them.

“Just watch”

The newspapers disintegrated into dust and re-emerged as a million American dollars. The homeless man’s eyes opened wide and surprised.

“Are these real?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Yes, they are. They are a gift to you,” replied Hawken

“Thank you very much. You are too kind to do this for me. Also, I won’t tell a living soul who you are,” says the homeless man, about cry.

Suddenly bright lights appeared in the alley, startling them both. They immediately realised that they were a car’s headlights. The driver’s window wound down and Helen leaned out.

“Hawken, get in quickly,” she commanded.

Hawken turned to the homeless man and said his farewells. The veteran hugged Hawken and thanked him. Hawken smiled and got into the front passenger seat of Helen’s car.

“Who is he?” Helen asked.

“Just a man I met in Vietnam years ago,” said Hawken.

“You really have been everywhere, haven’t you!”

“I will tell you more later. Anyway, where are we off to now, Helen?”

“To get you some clothes and then I will take you back to my apartment uptown.”

She reversed her car out of the alley, leaving the homeless man jumping round with joy, as he shouted to the world

“I’m f****ng rich!”

As Helen backed her car into the street a black Mercedes-Benz, which had been parked on a side street, began to follow. Inside was a white man driving and, in the passenger, seat sat a black man. Each wore a black suit, white shirt, black tie and dark sunglasses. The black man picked up a car phone and began dialling. The phone was answered after only a couple of rings.

“This is Agent 72. We are following him with a woman driving. Do you want us to stop the car?”

“No Agent 72, you and Agent 71 follow, watch and observe,” came the reply.

“Understood sir.” Agent 72 put the car phone back in its cradle and the surveillance team continued to follow Hawken and Helen to wherever they were going.

Back in Moscow, the grey-haired man sat in his office looking at the window. His room had a superb view of the Kremlin, and he was once again admiring the beauty of the building when there was a knock at his office door.

“Da?”

The door opened to reveal a tall blonde-haired man. “Comrade Andros?”

Without turning from the window, Andros replied “What is it?”

“We found another one of your kind.”

“Oh? Where?”

“St Petersburg. Do you want us to bring them in?” Petrov replied.

“No, let them go. I know that they are looking for me, but I must remain hidden from them for the time being.” Andros turned back around in his chair.

“Understood, Comrade Andros.” said Petrov.

“Now leave me. I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the day.”

Petrov left the office and closed the door behind him, while Andros continued to look out the window, a worried look on his face.

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Love Letter Confessions- Eddie Munson x Reader

word count:6,068

warnings: just fluff, she/her pronouns are used. language.

Summary: Robin and Steve finally convince the reader to reveal her feelings for Eddie after months of them pushing her. She decides the best way for her to confess is through a letter, and see if he can figure out who it's from.

(gif not mine!)

Robin Buckley was your best friend, and honestly, that wasn’t always a great thing. Especially when she would nag you about telling Eddie that you loved him. Today was no different as you sat on the counter of Family Video, none of you wanting to be there but needing the money. It didn’t help that Steve was there to accompany her pushing. “You need to tell him, (y/n),” Robin said from the Romance section. You rolled your eyes. “Robin, I’ve already told you that I can’t,” you said. “And why is that again?” you heard Steve ask from behind you. “Because he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings. I just know it. I mean we’re practically polar opposites,” you told them. “That’s why you would work so well,” Robin said and poked her head around the corner. “Not gonna lie here, I think you and Munson would be good together,” Steve said and you turned to look at him. “First of all, that’s crazy, and second I don’t understand why you guys want me to be too embarrassed to ever show my face again,” you said and hopped off of the counter. “Do you even realize how he acts around you? He’s sickeningly sweet around you. It makes me want to vomit,” You heard Robin say. “He’s just being nice like any normal person would be,” you said and walked behind the counter to shove Steve away from the computer so you could do inventory. He threw his hands in the air and sighed. “You know, I was doing that,” he said and you nodded. “I’m well aware, but you mess up most of the time and then Keith gets upset so I have to fix it,” you told him, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. 

“You’re trying to change the subject, and it won’t work,” Robin called again and you pinched the bridge of your nose. You had begun to have enough of her giving you crap about this for months and so you decided to make it stop. “Fine, fine. I’ll do it, but I’ll do it my way. Now will you please shut the fuck up?” you huffed. Robin walked out of the section she was organizing with a victorious grin. “I knew it’d work,” she said and you shook your head. “Hey, you’ll be fine, and if something happens we’re here for you ok,” Steve said and laid a hand on your shoulder. You turned back to look at him with a small smile. “Thanks, Steve,” you said. “Of course,” He said and quickly kissed your head. When the inventory was finished it was just about your time to clock out. You sighed in relief, “Thank God,” you muttered as you clocked out and went to grab your things from the back. “You leaving already?” Robin asked. “Yup, I’ll see you tomorrow ok,” you said and walked past her but not without kissing her cheek. You passed by Steve on the way out and kissed his cheek as well. “Love you guys,” you tossed at them and they both just chuckled. “Love you too,” they called. 

“Do you think she’s gonna tell him?” Steve asked. “I have a good feeling,” Robin answered with a smile on her face. “Now c’mon let’s bore ourselves to death with mundane tasks,” She said and Steve sighed. 

The whole drive home was filled with you rattling off random ways to tell Eddie that you loved him. “This is so fucked up,” you said and sighed as you pulled into your driveway. 

You quickly walked into your home and greeted your parents before heading to your room. You walked in and set your bag down before flopping onto the bed with a groan. “Why does this have to be so difficult?” you asked yourself. 

“It’s just confessing your love to the cutest, coolest, and honestly the sweetest person you’d ever met. No reason to be scared at all, that wouldn’t ruin the friendship you have with him,” your voice was muffled by your pillow. You lifted yourself up into a sitting position on your bed and just felt like you couldn’t move. Your eyes caught sight of your notebook on your desk and it sparked an idea. You moved from your spot and sat at your desk, the yellow glow from the lamp illuminated the journal in front of you. You grabbed a pen and sighed heavily as you stared at the page. “Ok, ok, just spill it. You get this one chance, just do it,” you tried to motivate yourself. 

Before you knew it your hand began to move as your words floated across the page. It all seemed to happen in a blur. When you finished you tore out the page and placed it in an envelope with his name on it, daring to place a small heart next to it. You smiled triumphantly as you looked down at the small letter in your hands, now all you had to do was slip it into his locker. Which would be an easy feat seeing as he usually showed up late so you could do it before classes started. 

You went to sleep that night feeling nervous but nonetheless a little bit excited. When you woke up you saw that you had a bit more time than usual so you slipped the letter from the envelope before you fully sealed it. You wanted to make sure you were happy with it. You read it over and over again and tried to decide whether to leave just your initials or your full name. You decided to leave your initials so that even if he didn’t figure out it was you he would at least know. 

You heard a horn honk from outside and grabbed your bag before heading out the door. You opened the back door to Steve’s BMW and greeted your friends. “Hey guys,” you said and shut the door. “So, are you nervous?” was the first thing that came out of Robin’s mouth. “Are you kidding me? That’s the first thing you say?” you asked with a sigh. “Well, are you?” Steve asked this time. “Ok, fine, just a little bit. I told you I’m gonna do it my way so that makes it a little less nerve-wracking,” you told them. “Oh, and what is your way?” Robin asked and turned to you with a raised brow. You waved the letter in front of her. “Aw that’s so cute, a love letter,” Robin said, and you rolled your eyes. “You wrote Munson a love letter?!” Steve asked in shock. “It’s not a love letter ok. I just told him how I felt, that’s all,” you said and stuffed the letter back in your bag. “That’s definitely classified as a love letter,” He said. “Oh, shut up,” you said and tugged a tendril of his hair. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t touch,” he said. You and Robin laughed as he scowled at you. 

You arrived at the school and swiftly made your way out of the car. “Bye, Stevie, see you later,” you said and playfully blew him a kiss. He rolled his eyes. “Bye guys,” he said before driving away. “When are you going to give it to him?” Robin asked like an excited puppy. “You’ll just have to wait,” you said and nudged her playfully. She sighed, “You’re really not gonna tell me?” she asked exasperatedly. “Nope,” you said and split off from her to go to your locker. She went to hers, and while you had the chance you snuck over to Eddie’s to slip the letter into it. You felt your heart pound and your stomach turn as you quickly made your way to class. 

Your heart felt like it was going to give out as you sat down next to Nancy whom you shared your first class with. Your hands were shaking as you got out your pencil and flipped to the right page in your notebook. “Are you ok?” You heard Nancy ask and you turned to look at her. You nodded your head, “Yeah, I’ll tell you what happened later,” you told her and she looked at you in curiosity. “Is it bad?” she asked. “Depends on what the outcome will be,” you said and tried to give her your best smile. She raised her brow and just before she could ask another question the teacher walked in. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and did your best to pay attention. 

All you could think about was how things would end. It could end in bliss or utter tragedy, and you were doing your best to cling to the former. Though you didn’t want to get your hopes up, plus you knew he might not know it was you. Although he’s most definitely smart enough to figure it out, and that was what you were scared of. 

The class ended and you gathered your things before walking out with Nancy. “So are you gonna tell me?” she asked with a smile. “Ok, c’mere,” you said just as Robin walked over to you. You sighed heavily as she followed you to the bathroom. You locked the door behind you, “What’s going on?” Nancy asked. “She’s telling Eddie how she feels today,” Robin blurted out and you placed your head in your hands. “Robin,” you scolded. “Sorry,” she said. Nancy looked at you with a sly smile. “Finally, when are you gonna do it?” She asked. “I wrote a note and I slipped it into his locker before class,” you said as your cheeks burned. You shut your eyes and shook your head, realizing how silly it sounded. “You’re kidding me! You cop out!” Robin exclaimed. “Shut up Robin,” Nancy said and smacked her shoulder. “I didn’t know how else to do it, I got scared last night so I decided to do it that way,” you said and wrung your hands nervously. 

“It’s not a cop-out, at least I’m telling him,” you shot back at Robin. “How did you sign it?” Nancy asked. “I might’ve just put my initials,” you said and screwed your eyes shut. “(y/n), what? He might not even know it’s you,” Nancy said in shock. “I know, I know, but he’s smart enough to figure it out I’m sure,” you tried to rationalize it. “Are you sure?” Robin asked. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Yes, Robin. I’m sure, he’s much smarter than you may think,” you said and sighed. “Whatever you say, but I’m giving him hints,” she said and your eyes widened. “No, no you’re not,” you said eagerly. “C’mon we can drop small hints here and there,” Nancy said, trying to convince you that it was ok. “Whatever, I know I can’t stop you. So, fine, do what you want just don't outright say it ok?” you asked tiredly. “Deal,” They both said. 

You unlocked the door and walked out. Just across the hall was Eddie’s locker and there he stood with your letter in hand. You stopped in your tracks, and the girls looked at you strangely. They looked in the direction you were looking and smirked. 

“I have to go,” you said and tried to move away but Robin kept you in place. “We have to see his reaction to it,” She said quietly. “You can do that by yourselves,” you said and went to walk away again. “Fine, but we’re telling you all about it at lunch,” Nancy said and you sighed before practically jogging away. 

“He looks confused,” Robin said and Nancy chuckled. “Yeah, he kind of does,” she said as they tried to inconspicuously watch him. As soon as the confusion came it went and was replaced by a small smile. He let out a soft laugh before slipping the note into his pocket. “Oh my gosh, he’s keeping it,” Robin said excitedly as she grabbed Nancy's arm. “Do you think he’ll figure it out?” Robin asked Nancy, “I don’t have a doubt honestly,” Nancy replied. “Really?” Robin asked as they walked down the hall to their next class. “He’ll figure it out quick, especially with how she’ll act around him,” She said and Robin nodded. “True,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to tell her he kept it,” Robin said before they both entered the classroom. 

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Eddie walked into school that day no later than usual. And as usual, he looked forward to seeing you in the few classes you shared. See he had had a crush on you for about a year and was just too scared to tell you how he felt. He thought you were too good for him, and honestly believed you’d never see him that way. 

He got to his locker as students began to flood the halls after the first period. He sighed as he opened his locker already ready to see you and ditch. He knew he couldn’t though especially since he needed to graduate this year. 

He noticed a piece of paper flutter out of the locker and onto the floor. His brows furrowed in confusion as he picked it up. His confusion furthered as he saw his name on the envelope accompanied by a heart. “What the hell is this?” he muttered to himself as he turned it over to open it. 

The envelope was finally unsealed and he reached for its contents. He pulled the letter out and unfolded it. Your neat handwriting was splayed across the page. 

“Dear Eddie,

I know this is a bit weird, but I think you’re so cute and cool by the way. You’ve always been so sweet to me, and I’ve kind of loved you for forever. I’m not sure when it happened, but one day I looked at you and it felt like everything fell into place. You’re not a freak, you just stand out in the best way possible and I just thought you should know that I think you’re really special and you should too. See you around,

Love, (f/i) (l/i).” 

His eyes brightened as he read your words, and he felt his chest grow warm at the sweet confession. 

He glanced around the halls trying to find a glimpse of who wrote it. He had no idea where you were and it honestly made him giddy. He couldn’t wait to find you, of course, he read your initials and was mentally ticking people off his list of who he knew. 

He reread the note over again and let out a soft laugh before shaking his head and slipping the paper into his pocket.

He thought the handwriting looked familiar but he couldn’t place the name. Little did he know, he had a handful of the notes you wrote for him from your English Lit class that he tended to ditch more often than not. 

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You walked into the cafeteria, your eyes falling on Eddie and a blush blossomed on your cheeks.

Eddie felt eyes on him and looked over to see your soft gaze on him. He smiled and waved at you, your eyes widened and you smiled back before sending him a wave too. 

He thought you looked adorable. 

You wore a green and blue striped turtle neck, your light wash jeans that you had painted flowers on the back pockets of and your favorite pair of converse. You had your signature butterfly necklace on and your grandmother’s ring she had given you on your first day of high school. You wore it every day since then and now you were a senior. 

He watched you turn away and smiled at the flowers on your back pockets, before he could stop himself he spoke up. “Hey, (y/n)!” he called loud enough for you to hear. Your head whipped around and you noticed him waving you over. You turned to look at Nancy and Robin in a panic. They smiled and waved you off excitedly. 

You quietly made your way through the crowds and finally approached the table. “Hi, guys,” you said softly. Eddie smiled at you and patted the seat next to him. “You wanna sit?” he asked. “Um, yeah sure,” you said nervously and seated yourself next to him. “How is the lovely lady today?” He asked with a big grin. You blushed and looked away. “I’m just fine, how are you?” you asked and looked up at him. “I’m doing great right now, thanks for asking Sweetheart,” he said happily. “You seem extra happy today,” you said silently hoping it was because of your letter. “Well, I found a lovely note in my locker this morning, and I am dying to figure out who it’s from,” he admitted to you. “Oh really, that’s cool, I hope you find out who wrote it,” you said and drew patterns on the tabletop. “You ok?” he asked and reached a hand up to brush the hair away from your face. You felt your heart stop and your breath hitch in your throat. “Yeah-yeah, no I’m-I’m fine,” you stuttered over your words. “You can talk to me,” he said and you could see the earnestness in his brown eyes. “I’m ok, I promise,” you said with a small smile. 

“Do you want to see it? Maybe you can help me figure out who it is?” he asked and you felt your stomach turn. “Oh, um, ok,” you agreed and sat up a bit. He grinned widely and took the note from his pocket and handed it over to you. You unfolded it and reread what you had written. You fought the urge to cringe at what you had written. Though you saw it this morning it seemed a little more cringy now that he had seen it. “See the initials, I’m still trying to work through people I know,” he said as he watched your expression closely. You let out a soft laugh, well whoever it is definitely likes you don’t they?” you asked nervously. “Apparently so,” he said and shrugged a bit. 

He looked at you and suddenly something clicked in his mind. Was he really that dense? He looked at the initials and looked back at you. You, of course, had the same initials. “Can you think of anyone?” he asked, curious as to if you would admit it was you. He knew that handwriting. It was yours, he remembered how you interchanged cursive and print. 

“I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head right now, but if I think of someone I’ll let you know,” you said and handed the letter back,” he sighed slightly. “Alright, well thanks,” he said and you smiled softly and gave him a nod. “Huh, you have the same first initial,” he said, trying to coax it out of you. He noticed you freeze up a bit and he tried to bite back a smile. Before anything could be said the bell rang. He saw you let out a sigh as you grabbed your things. “Hey, wait up. We can walk to class together,” he said and stood up with you. “Oh-oh, ok,” you said nervously and he smiled brightly at you. You couldn’t help but smile back, his joy just seemed to be contagious and that was one of the many things you loved about him. 

 Before you could pick up your bag he had it in his hand. “I’ll carry this for you,” he said. “You really don’t have to,” you said, a blush still ever-present on your cheeks. “I want to,” he said and tossed an arm around your shoulder. You felt a heat pool in your chest as the weight of his arm draped around your shoulders. It was a comforting weight, and you couldn’t help but lean into it. He noticed you relaxed and smiled down at you. “Thank you,” you said and looked up at him with a small grateful smile on your face. 

“Do you need a ride home today?” he asked and you felt your heart hammer against your chest. “You don’t have to, I can just catch a ride with Robin and Nancy,” you said. “Doesn’t Robin have to go to work, and Nancy usually stays for the paper right?” he asked and you cursed in your mind. “Right yeah, slipped my mind,” you said and tried to laugh it off. “No pressure ok,” he said and you just nodded. You thought of what Nancy and Robin would say and you decided that you were just gonna do it. “I would appreciate it,” you said and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Then it’s settled, I promise I’ll get you home safe and sound,” he said and you shook your head with a small laugh. “I didn’t have a doubt that you would,” you said and felt him squeeze your shoulders. You were just lucky that you had the day off.

You walked into the classroom and went to take your seats in the back as usual. “Don’t think I’ve been this early to this class,” he admitted and you laughed. “Well there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?” you asked and looked over at him to see he was already looking at you. “Yeah, I guess there is,” he said. 

The class had begun and you would whisper to each other now and then. He would make quiet jokes and you would have to hide a giggle behind your hand. In some weird way, you felt closer to him that day. You didn’t know if it was because you finally confessed or because he was making even more of an effort to get you out of your shell. 

Suddenly a note was slid onto your desk and you smiled when you saw the messy script. 

“Are you bored?” it asked and you smiled in amusement. “In this class? Always,” you wrote back and sent it over to him. He looked at the note and looked at your handwriting and immediately it was confirmed for him. The note was from you. 

He chuckled softly. “What’s your favorite flower?” he wrote down. You almost let out a laugh at the question he already knew the answer to. “It’s (y/f/f). I thought you knew that?” you wrote back. He smiled. “Oh, I did. Just thought I’d make sure,” he said and mentally cheered that his memory was correct. He made sure to store that away for later. He had an idea, and would it take him ditching a class or two? Yes, but for you, it was worth it.

The class ended and you gathered your things. Once again Eddie took your bag for you and tossed his arm around your shoulders. “You almost made me laugh way too loud, you know that right? I could’ve gotten in trouble,” you said and playfully smacked his chest. He laughed and tossed his head back. 

You admired him and it seemed that a never ceasing smile had made its way to your face. “I just love your laugh so much,” he said and you blushed brightly. “C’mon, don’t joke around,” you said with a small smile. “I’m not joking. I could listen to it for the rest of my life,” he said and you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

“Don’t seem so surprised, you have a nice laugh,” he said and you just leaned into him. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm. 

You got to your English Lit class and he handed your bag over to you. “I’m ditching the last 2 classes you wanna come?” he asked with a mischievous grin. You shook your head and laughed. “I think I’ll stay Eds, I’ll take notes for you though ok?” you said and smiled at him. “Thanks, you really are the best,” he said and you chuckled again. “I try,” you said and he laughed. “I’ll see you after school ok,” he said and you nodded. Feeling emboldened by your time with him you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He was startled for a few seconds before reciprocating. He could smell your perfume, and your shampoo smelled of Eucalyptus and spearmint. He held you for a few more seconds before you let go. “Bye, Eds,” you said and waved before walking into the classroom. 

He stood outside the classroom for a few more seconds with a big grin and soft blush on his cheeks. He never thought he would get to experience this, but it was happening and he was damn sure he was gonna make it permanent. 

He made his way out the doors and to his van as quickly as possible. The destination he set was for Bradley’s Big Buy. He remembered that they sold flowers there and he was determined to find your favorite flower. He would go anywhere to find it before school let out. 

He scrambled out of the car and into the store immediately making his way to the flowers. He looked everywhere for them, even asked for help but they weren’t there. He sighed and dragged a hand down his face in frustration. 

“You could probably find them at the flower shop around the corner honey,”  the kind older woman told him. He looked at her with hope in his eyes. “Really?” he asked. “Yes, I’m sure,” she said with a smile. “Thank you so much,” he said in a rush as he headed for the exit. 

Making his way to the van he checked his watch to see that he had about 20 minutes until he had to be back at the school. “Shit, this better be quick,” he mumbled as he put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot. He did as he was told and went around the corner, keeping his eye out for the little shop. He saw the sign and quickly parked. 

He entered the shop and was immediately hit with the scent of all things floral. Roses, tulips, chrysanthemums, and lilies. Everywhere he looked there were bunches and bouquets of flowers. He sighed heavily before deciding it was best to ask the woman at the counter. 

He stood out in the midst of all the flowers, and it was almost funny. The woman looked at him and smiled, “Hi, may I help you?” she asked. “Um, Yeah. I was-uh-I was wondering if you guys have (y/f/f)’s?” He asked a bit awkwardly. She smiled under the impression he was, of course, asking for a girl. 

“We do, they’re right over here. Would you like help choosing?” she asked nicely, maneuvering around the counter to guide him. 

“That would be great honestly,” he answered and she let out a soft laugh. 

She walked him through all of the different selections and arrangements. There on the second shelf was a small bouquet with a perfect ratio of (y/f/f) and other ones he didn’t know the names of. The woman saw him staring at it and smiled brightly. “Do you want that one?” she asked and picked it up. “It’s perfect, for her,” he mumbles under his breath, and the woman swears she felt her heart melt. She remembered what it felt like when she was first with her husband. 

She could see the look in his eyes and it reminded her of how she looked at her husband even now after all these years. 

“You can have them,” she said with a large smile on her face. “What?” he asked in surprise. “You can have them. Free of charge. I remember what it’s like to fall in love. I’m sure she’ll love them,” she said and he looked at her with wide eyes. A grateful smile graced his lips, “Thank you so much, really. I appreciate it,” he said and she waved him off. “No need to thank me, no why don’t you go give them to her,” she said and handed them over to him. He took them and admired them for a few seconds. He looked at his watch and saw that he had about 5 minutes to get back to the school. He waved at the woman and thanked her once again before rushing out of the shop. 

Eddie scrambled to his locker to find a piece of paper. He found a barely used notebook and grabbed a pen. He quickly scribbled what he wanted to say on the paper before slipping it into your locker and going to wait out in the parking lot for you. 

You stepped out of the classroom, letting out a sigh of relief at the fact that it was the end of the day. You walked to your locker and put in the combination. The door swung open and out slipped a piece of paper. Your eyes followed it as it fell to the floor and you swiftly bent down to pick it up. It was folded up and had your name on the front with a messily drawn heart next to it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you came to the realization that Eddie must have figured it out. You felt your heart hammer against your chest as you unfolded the lined paper. 

“Dear (y/n),

I’m not great with words, but I thought that if we’re confessing right now, then I might as well write a letter too. I think that you’re beautiful and so smart. You, Sweetheart, have captured this heart and honestly, I can’t remember a time that I didn’t love you. And if it’s ok with you, I’d like to love for as long as you’ll let me. 

I’ll see you after class,

-Eddie”

You read the note with a big smile on your face You chuckled and shook your head, he really was the sweetest. You never could understand why he underestimated himself because he was one of the smartest people you’d ever met. And contrary to his belief he was better with words than you’d ever be.

 A giddiness built up in your chest at the thought of him returning your feelings. Grabbing what you needed from your locker you closed it up again and took a deep breath before heading to the exit. The letter sat in your flower-covered pocket. Robin and Nancy walked over to you. “We haven’t seen you all day, what’s going on?” Robin asked. “I’ll tell you guys later tonight, I’ve got to go,” you said and gave them a wave and a big smile as you walked out the doors. They looked at each other and nodded both agreeing that they needed to see what was going on. They followed you to the doors and mingled amongst the fleeting crowds of students. They watched as you quickly made your way across the parking lot. Eddie leaned against his van with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. “Oh my god,” Robin breathed out. “It worked,” Nancy said with a smile growing on her face. “I can’t wait to tell Steve,” Robin said and let out a chuckle. 

Your head was down, trying to hide the blush on your aching cheeks, hurting from smiling so much. You looked up to see him smiling at you, he could tell you were blushing and it made him smile more. You stopped in front of him and he could tell how happy you were, and it warmed his heart that he could make you feel that way. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” he said, “Hey Eds,” you said and he chuckled at how shy you were being. “I got these for you, I know you like (y/f/f) so I thought you might want some,” he said and you laughed softly. “I love them, thank you,” you said and took them from him holding them close to your heart. “When did you figure it out?” you asked slowly becoming more comfortable than shy. “Lunch, plus I remembered your handwriting switching from print to cursive in the middle of words,” he said and you shut your eyes and shook your head. “I have got to get that under control,” you said to yourself and he laughed. “I don’t know, I think it’s pretty cute,” he said and you giggled. “It’s really special,” he spoke again and you smiled. You remembered what you had written. “Yeah, well, as you know I think you’re pretty special,” you said and tapped him on the chest with flowers. “Just so you know, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who thinks I’m cool,” he told you and you shook your head. “No way, the boys think you’re the coolest person alive, I swear,” you said and chuckled. “Sure,” he said sarcastically and looked away fighting a grin. 

“I’m very sure,” you said and tilted your head and raised a brow. “Very sure?” he asked and took a step closer to you. “Very, very sure,” you said softly and looked up at him. “Well, I’m very very sure that you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,” he said and reached his hand up to push your hair away from your face. He took the flowers from your hand and set them on the hood. Turning back to you he tentatively placed his hands on your waist, giving you space to pull away. 

You did the exact opposite and stepped forward and softly placed your hands on his face. He smiled down at you and held you tighter. Leaning down he stopped just before letting his lips touch yours. “I love you by the way,” he whispered before placing his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss before completely melting into it. You let your hand move from his face to the back of his neck lightly pulling him closer. You could feel his arms wind around you and his curls softly tickled your cheeks. He pulled away slightly and smiled down at you, “If you couldn’t tell. I love you too,” you breathed out and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I think I may need one more kiss to believe you,” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes before bringing him back into a short-lived but oh-so-sweet kiss. He gently lifted you off of your feet, you let out a surprised yelp and held onto him tightly. You chuckled when he set you down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“I think we have stalkers,” he whispered to you and your brows furrowed. He pointed behind you and you turned around to see Robin and Nancy staring. They realized they had been caught and tried to look away but it was too late. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “of course, it’s them. They’re so nosey,” you shook your head. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.  “I think they just care,” he said and you smiled over at him. “Sometimes they go a bit overboard, but I love them,” you said and rested your forehead against his temple. You glanced to the side and noticed the boys looking too. “Looks like we’ve got some stalkers,” you joked and he turned to see the boys looking. He flipped them off and you chuckled. “You love them,” you said and kissed his cheek. “They can’t know that,” he joked and you chuckled. “But they definitely do,” you teased and he poked your side. You jumped and he laughed. “You’re probably right, but not as much as I love you,” he said and you smiled brightly. “I love you too Eds,” you said and he kissed your head. “How about we go and watch some movies at my place?” he asked and you nodded. “That sounds great,” you said and you grabbed the flowers before he opened the door for you. “Can we kiss at stoplights?” he asked with a sly grin. “If you put on your seatbelt, then yes, yes we can,” you said and he sighed. “Alright, I’ll obey the law. Just for you,” he said and buckled his seatbelt. You laughed and he admired you with your eyes closed and your head was thrown back. “Every stoplight?” he asked and you chuckled again. “Every stoplight,” you confirmed and picked up his hand to kiss it. 

And as promised you kissed at every stoplight. 

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickle the stress away

Ok so long story short, I'm a bit stressed with college starting soon. So I was like why not make a fic based around that! Obv. with lee Todoroki 'cause it's the only right answer DJSJHDJAH (I really need to write for other lees, but not today lol)

Can you tell I'm a big fan of the human popsicle and broccoli kid?

Also ty for the support on my last MHA fics, it means a lot 💖

Anyways, hope y'all enjoy!

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Todoroki x Midoriya (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Izuku

Warnings: Tickles!

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Summer vacation was almost over, not like it was much of a vacation for the heroes in training. Sure they didn't take their usual classes but they were still subjected to pretty tough hero training. Seeing as the new school year was going to start soon, Todoroki couldn't help but feel a bit stressed. He knew it would only get harder from here, and his family drama definitely wasn't helping.

One day he had been invited over to the Midoriya household. Izuku and Shoto were both seated in the living room, discussing very serious school related stuff.

"Todoroki look at the new All Might pens I got!" said the greennette all excitedly, bringing them up closed to the bicolored haired male's face.

"They look nice" he replied with his usual stoic expression, but Deku managed to catch a glimpse of a slight frown in his face.

"Hey, is something wrong?".

"It's nothing..." Todoroki tried to avert the other's gaze, but it was hard to ignore those big, green puppy eyes. He let out a sigh "I guess I'm just a bit stressed with the upcoming school year".

"I see..." Izuku didn't like seeing his friend all worried, he had to do something to help him out. And that's when he was struck with a mischevious idea. A teasy smirk made it's way onto his face as he called out to the other in a playful tone "Oh Todorokiiiii~".

"Yes- GAH!" Todoriki let out a startled gasp when Midoriya tackled him across the couch. While taking a seat on top of his waist. "Midoriya what are you doing??".

"Oh nothing, I'm just gonna tickle the stress out of you~!" the greennette lost no time softly wiggling his fingers along Todoroki's neck, watching in adoration as the taller one tried scrunching up his shoulders.

"M-Midoriya nohoho!" Todoroki giggled softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, his nose lightly scrunched up as the cutest smile adorned his lips.

"Midoriya yes!" Deku teased as he playfully tapped his fingers along his jawline, earning the cutest snickers from the other.

"Ehehehe! I-ihit tickles!!" Shoto pointed out the obvious. It was the only thing that came to his mind, how much it tickled and how fun it was.

"Aww does it now? Good!" Izuku then moved his hands down to Todoroki's sides, softly scribbling up and down them.

"Gah! Hahahahahaha!" poor Shoto let out a strangled gasp at the sudden change in tickle spots before bursting out into uncontrollable giggles. He couldn't help but bring his elbows down his sides, it tickled that much.

"I wonder which side is more ticklish. This one? Or maybe this one~?" the greennette teased as he focused his tickles on his left side, while then switching to the right side. It left Todoroki in stitches.

"Neheheither! Ahahahahahaha!" he squirmed around from side to side. As he threw his head back in laughter, his bright smile on full display.

Deke couldn't help but giggle at his response. "Hmm...how about here~?" He switched spots once again and softly scribbled the bicolored haired male's tummy.

"Pffft! AhaHahaHA! M-Midoriya nahaHAha!" Todoroki wasn't sure whether to protect the sensitive spot or die of embarrassment, he went with the latter. Opting to clutch his hands across his chest while he kicked his legs out all cutely.

"Ahh coochi coochi coo! Who's a ticklish 'lil hero? You are~!".

"S-SHUHUHUSH!" Shoto let out an embarrassing high pitched squeal at the tease, his face fully flushed at this point. With whatever strength he had left he managed to sit upright and cover Deku's mouth. But the freckled guy took the opportunity to shove his hands under Todoroki's arms.

"W-WAHAHAIT! GYAHAHAHAHA!" Todoroki quickly crumbled down, clamping his arms down as best as he could. His face was so red his scar was barely visible. Tears had started to prick the corners of his eyes as his bubbly laughter filled up the room.

Seeing how he started to hiccup through his laughter, Deku slowed his fingers down to a stop. Getting off of his friend in the process to give him some room to breath. "Sorry if I took it a bit too far... How are you feeling now?".

Shoto tried his best to speak through hiccupy giggles, it was pretty funny to witness "M-muhuhuch *hic* behehetter *hic*!".

Izuku instantly smiled down at him as he plafully patted his tummy "Glad I could be of help then!".

Todoroki couldn't help but smile in return. It looked so genuine and overall he looked much more relaxed and at ease compared to earlier. There might be a tough road up ahead, but atleast he didn't have to deal with it alone.

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Considering how he likes to take lots of notes, I hc Deku to really like collecting stationary (especially if it's All Might themed). Although if it's All Might themed he might refrain from using it as to not ruin it (like me LMAO)

I have an obsession with lee Todoroki someone help akdhakhdkahs

Anyways, this was a lot of fun to write! I feel pretty good about it :]

Did I proofread this?...haha nope :D (sorry not sorry)

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Dreams of Coffee and K-pop pt.2

Pt.1

An: I found the emoji!

Tw: yandere, implied murderous intent

Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not love.

Art cred: Kackaorz1 on Twitter

It was the day of the concert. You had been listening to the 4NEMO music that your friend had been recommending you and had gotten quite familiar with it. Now, you were dressed in your favourite outfit, ready to attend the concert with your best friend. It was two hours before the concert started, but Venti advised you to come early so you and your friend could hang out with them and watch them warm-up. 4NEMO had gotten closer to you in the time before the concert. The boys texted you constantly and you got attached, welcoming them into your tight little circle of trust. You even all had a group chat with just you and the boys. They proved to be a pleasant way for you to blow off steam from your classes and relax so you welcomed them. Just a week after you all had met, 4NEMO had a new hit album called "Coffee Dream". It had become your new favourite album from them, containing all of the things you loved in music. Almost as though it was made with you in mind. You even set your ringtone to the instrumental of one of the album's songs. A beep resounded from your phone as you looked yourself over in the mirror. A text from Venti, " Hey cutie, just wondering if you need a ride to the concert, I'd be happy to give you a ride!" The nickname 'Cutie' had been something that sort of just happened, no inside joke, just Venti teasing you. You smile and chuckle a bit then answer him. "Yeah sure, I'm already ready so you can come now and I'm sure that they're ready too so you can pick us up now." Five minutes later you received another text telling you that Venti was now at your apartment. Making sure to fix your hair, you went outside. Outside was a black limousine waiting for you. "Get in, cutie! The others are starting warmups!" Venti called to you as you got in the limo, admiring the interior of the vehicle. Vent pulled you to his side, thighs touching. You were confused at his actions but then Venti slung his arm around your shoulder and explained. "Well we've got to make sense for your friend, right? Ehe." He giggled at the end. In return, you shrugged but it did make sense so you didn't mind. Plus, this was Venti, he's always like this. Once you got to your friend's house you saw them with a 4NEMO glow stick in hand and wearing a 4NEMO tee with the group's logo on it. "Hey, bestie! And Venti!" You laughed at the stupid nickname and replied. "Ok, you know you are my best friend and I love you platonically, and that I would die for you if necessary, but do not call me bestie. You can call me anything else, hell I'd even prefer if you called me your 'stupid butt-kicking partner in arson,' than whatever that was. Now, let's pretend that never happened and erase that from our memories. 'Kay?" This was just harmless teasing as you two had done much more stupid things and had many more inside jokes that no one except for you two knew about. "Aye aye, captain!" You talked about random subjects as the car ride went on. And Venti held onto you the whole way, almost as if he thought you might disappear. Maybe even a bit more than usual. Once you got to where the concert would take place, Venti escorted you both to the private room where the boys were practicing. "Hey, guys, I brought a little something!" Venti called to the other 4NEMO members, a hand on your shoulder tugging you to him. All the group looked up from what they were doing. From Kazuha trying out different chords on the electronic piano to xiao going over some dance moves that you hadn't seen yet, to Aether doing vocal exercises. Aether and Kazuha meeting you with soft smiles. Xiao looking away from you after he met your eyes. "So that's what you went off to do, and I almost thought you were trying to skip out on practice." Xiao retorted. "Well it is nice to have you here with us, and you too." Aether addressed you and your friend. It was surprisingly relaxing watching them warm-up for the concert. The practice was flawless, clear that everyone had already gotten everything down to the most minuscule detail. "4NEMO, you ready? Shows about to

begin." One of their workers called, you fairly remember her name being Rika or something along those lines. The boys nodded already dressed in their beautiful yet casual costumes. "Wooh! Go 4NEMO!" You called to them as you and your friend headed for where the audience had already situated itself. (On the other side) That past week, they had been almost three times more productive with you as their inspiration. Starting and releasing a new album dedicated to you in just a week. With you on their brains, inspiration was abundant. They were more devoted to you than even some of their superfans, Kazuha even stalking your social media in secret so he could make sure that his next compositions were to your taste. 4NEMO had been trying to express their love for you in the clearest yet unsuspicious way they could. Even referencing the day you met with the album. Nevertheless, you seemed to be only interested in friendship. No matter, everything would go their way in the end. Venti had put in so much effort to have you by his side, even if it was for just before the concert. Having to sneak away from the group without being noticed to go get you, paying the limo driver extra as he was only supposed to have driven 4NEMO there. Even holding back what we wanted to say to make you ditch that lousy friend of yours. Just for you to voice your feelings of devotion for them while he was in the same car!? So oblivious, so innocent, he had to protect you. The other boys were also surprised to see you but welcomed your presence. They all thought you would only show up at the concert, not before. But they all loved to indulge in you, so no one really minded Venti's little stunt. 4NEMO appeared on the stage. Smiling at the crowd with meaningless movie star smiles. At everyone except for you of course. All their eyes scoured the crowd for you, happy to see that you were close to the stage. Close enough, to tempt them into pulling you up to be with them. But, they had an image to uphold. So they held off on the longing looks at you and just focused on impressing you. "Hey, guys! Who's ready for a 4NEMO concert!?" Aether grinned and asked the crowd? The audience wooed back, even you, something the boys genuinely smiled at. "Well then, we've ought to get this party started!" Venti cried as the first song started. The boys knew that this had been your first concert as you preferred more quiet, secluded ways to spend your time while your friend was the one dragging you to interact with the outside world. And they were determined to make it special. Make this day the one that makes you as head over heels in love with them as they are. They started with a fast fan favourite, the one that you had as your ringtone. The one they created as a way to only express a fraction of the passion they felt for you. Xiao moved beautifully and elegantly as he sang. Venti hit a flawless high note that even most female singers couldn't reach. Kazuha harmonized with them in such a beautiful way that it could take one's breath away, rapping clearly and rapidly. Aether was the one who pulled it all together, he was the leader after all. 4NEMO was pleased to find that you were enjoying the change of environment. Moving your head and singing along with some of the songs you knew. Just one small problem. Though it was an irritation, the boys kept up in the perfect way only they could achieve. The problem was that you just had to bring your friend with you, Venti told the others what he had heard in the car, about how you would even die for them. And they just had to separate you two, it was too much jealousy to handle. It drove them even further, made them crave your praise even more. Even just a small compliment would suffice. So they worked their hardest at this concert. Making sure you have the time of your life. The concert was finally over and now you could be reunited with the boys. They swarmed around you once you had arrived at their private room. Asking you how the experience was and was delighted that you said that it was "absolutely

surreal" and that you loved it. It might not have been a direct 'I love you.' But it would work for now. Though they couldn't be with you in public due to their status, they would still have you. They would still make you theirs. They would remove anyone to make that happen. And it seemed like your friend was going to be the first.

[writer-kermit]

"You're Enough.."

Pairing: Third Year!Tsukishima Kei x 1st Year!Abused!Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Commissioned or Self Made: Self Made

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hey guys! So I'm not doing very well this time, other than the fact I've finished Attack on Titan, I've been stressed out because of home as well. So to cope, I've made a comforting Tsukishima fic. Let’s try to reach the goal of $375! I hope y'all enjoy!

TW: Mention of abuse, scars and bruises, possible fight, swearing, mentions of suicide & mental health

You and your family had a lot of adversities in your life. You could never get all of you to get along, and it ends up being another violent strife.

You talk about your family to Tsukishima at a minimum, in fear that he might call Child Services. You two like to make fun of your parents. But afterwards, Tsukishima gives out surprisingly good advice, to help your family’s relationship. You could even call him “Therapist Tsukishima”.

There was a time where you stopped talking about your family with Tsukishima, your parents overheard your conversation a while ago. As punishment, you were yelled at and beaten for it. You’d come to high school sore and bruised all over, and Tsukishima is the one who takes care of them. He would occasionally ask you what happened with your family, but you kept changing the subject. You didn’t want to get in trouble, and you didn’t want him to get in trouble as well.

You soon became insecure about yourself. You began to ask questions. “Am I a bad friend”?”Am I being too self centric”? “Am I doing the right thing”? Those types of questions corrupted your mind, and the questions began turning into facts. “I’m a bad friend”, “I’m being too self centric”, “I’m doing the right thing by not telling anyone about my distraught moments”.

It was the following day of school, and you were trying to erase the thought of your sibling trying to end their life yesterday. You were exhausted due to lack of sleep, and your body was in pain. As you stumbled your way to high school, you met Tsukishima at the front.

“There’s my favorite first year.” he chuckled, resting his hand on your shoulder. “How are we doing today?” You forced a smile out, you can’t let him know, right? “Hi Tsukki. I’m doing fine.” You muttered, in hope he doesn’t ask you questions about your state. It was the last thing you wanted him to do anyway. “You sure? It looks like you’re limping.”

Shit. You are limping.

“Oh! I was doing more workouts for my dance recitals! So that’s why I’m so sore.” You said, as you tried to stand properly. Tsukishima cocked an eyebrow, leering at your posture. “Ok then.” Tsukishima faltered as you both walked into the school.

Time flew like the speed of light as you now were transferring into lunch. You met Tsukishima again, and he was gesturing to you to sit next to him. “Oi, pipsqueak. You're not gonna tell your grade for that exam you took?” Oh yeah, you had a exam today. “I got 84%.” You responded.

“That’s great, for a pipsqueak like you.”

“No it’s not.”

Tsukishima frowned when you said that. “What do you mean?” “84% is a B. It’s not a good enough grade.” “Well that exam was hard, and you did well compared to other students.” You kept silent, as you looked down at your untouched lunch. Soon the bell rang and both you and Tsukishima left the cafeteria without a word.

It was late afternoon and you had just finished up your classes, as always, you’d watched Tsukishima as he was in volleyball practice. You sat on the bleachers, hunched away from anything and everyone. You rested your head against your knees as you closed your eyes, hoping to disappear.

Everything seems a blur now. Is this what it feels when you are suffering in silence? You began to rethink about “Those Questions” once more, but the only difference is that they now have answers. You are not a good friend. You are incredibly selfish. You deserve this pain. You are worthless. You-

“Hey (Y/N), we need to talk. Privately.”

You looked up to see Tsukishima, who was now in front of you. At first you wanted to ignore him, but given the fact he has rarely ever done this before, you decided to follow him to the club room.

The room was small, but unusually enjoyable. You sat down across from him, using every fiber in your being to avoid eye contact.

“Be honest with me. Are you ok?” He asked. “Yes.” “Can you look up at me please?” You looked up at him, only for him to look back at you. But instead of being bashful, your stomach began to ache in pain from the anxiety. “Now tell me again. Are you really ok?” He asked again, causing you to become more irritated. “Yes! I’m fine!”

“No you’re not.”

You gawked at him. Not knowing what to say next. “[Y/N], do you seriously think I’m stupid?” You didn’t answer him. You didn’t want to answer him, so you just let him continue. “You didn’t think I saw how you acted these past few weeks, or those bruises on your body?”

You felt your heart drop when he said those lines. He knew? But how? “You know. You’re not really good at lying.” “So why didn’t you say something sooner?” “Because I know you would just lie again or avoid the question.” “Well why didn’t you just force it out of me?!” You were angry at this point, you felt hot tears stream down your face.

“Because I know what you’re hiding from me involves your family.”

It seemed like Tsukishima already knew what was going on. You couldn’t help but to break down in front of him, yelling and crying in frustration.

“I hate my parents Tsukki!” You sobbed. “They always make me and my siblings feel like we’re never good enough for them!” You banged your fist at the table as Tsukishima walked over to you. He took your right arm and pulled you into an embrace. “My sibling even fucking tried to kill themselves because of it! And they blamed them for not doing well at school! Every time when we talked about our mental health, they would ignore us,” You looked up at Tsukishima once more. His facial expression never changed since. “They would even beat us! I hate them Tsukki! I hate them!” You seeped into his chest as his hand massaged your back slowly. Eventually, you calmed down, your body still enacted with his.

“[Y/N], can I tell you something?” You hesitated at first, but you answered yes. “I’m proud of you, for telling me this.” “Why?” You asked him weakly. He chuckled warmly, causing your heart to throb, not in pain, but rather in love.

“Because your parents wouldn’t get to hear their own child standing up for themselves.” He lifted your chin, compulsing you to look up at him. “They wouldn’t see how incredibly smart you are.” He continued. “They wouldn't see how good of a friend you are. They wouldn’t see how strong you are. And of course..” He stopped to stare at you one last time, right before kissing you on your lips.

The sudden action shocked you at first, but then you began to relax. “They wouldn't know how much I love you.”

You couldn’t help but to cry again. Not in anger, but rather in happiness. Who could have ever known that Tsukishima was soft for you? Well, his friends probably. “The same could be said for you.” You giggled.

He smiled at you again, kissing your forehead. The two of you stayed in the clubroom until school was over. But before you could end the day, you decided to ask Tsukishima “Those Questions”.

“Tsukki.. Am I selfish?” You asked him. “I would argue that you’re selfless, but it’s always okay to have your selfish moments.” He replied. “Am I a bad friend?” You asked him again. He turned his head to you. His face looked like you offended him. “If you were a bad friend, then I wouldn’t be talking to you dummy.” He teased, playfully pinching your ear. “Ahaha! Stop!” You squealed. “Well..” You trailed your own words as you slowly looked up to Tsukishima one last time.

“Am I good enough?”

The room was silent, then Tsukishima pulled you in for another embrace. The hug was deeper than the last one, as if Tsukishima thought of you like a stuffed animal, maybe even a spouse.

“You're more than enough [Y/N].” He replied. “I promise, that you are enough.”

[landinoandco]

Our Love is a Game

Lando Norris x Reader

Request from @jamieeboulos

Warnings: pinch of fluff, cute ending because they are the best

Word count: 2.7 k

Requests are open :)

It all started with a phone number, an innocent exchange that would subsequently change the world you knew; mostly for the better. When you had met Lando, as far as you were concerned you had just met a 21 year old who lived in London and had a passion for cars. How wrong you were. It was only when things started to get serious that he sat you down and explained everything that came with being a formula one driver; more importantly the fandom that he was involved in. 

You had always been a private person and admittedly this piece of information almost broke your relationship but after some time to think you had decided that he was worth it all. You both decided it was a better idea to keep your relationship as quiet as possible - you took every precaution to make sure you stayed a stranger to the fans.

For the past 2 years, you thought you had managed to stay clear of the cameras, the photos and the twitch streams but it wasn’t until a fan-made compilation caused your world to spiral out of control. 

You and Lando were out for a run, it was a part of your morning routine - a great way to start the day and it was time that you two could escape the motor sport world and act like a normal couple without worrying about who might be watching. It was time you both valued and appreciated. On this particular morning, Lando had decided to add to his Instagram story, a short video of his morning adventures - the mist still hanging around the trees as you ran under a heavily graffitied bridge, the early birds song chirping animatedly. At the time you didn’t think much of it as you were too busy tying your hair back up to notice. 

It wasn’t until you got home and looked at his story that your heart stopped, rushing over to the kitchen island you placed your phone down and ran your fingers through your hair. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment but in the corner of his video - the last millisecond before it ended - there was a flash of a purple top (the purple top you had been wearing) and a swish of brown hair as you chucked it back up into a ponytail. 

“Lando.” You called out, trying to keep your voice as calm as you could. You didn’t know why it had affected you so much - or why you were so desperate to keep your identity a secret. It wasn’t like you wanted to hide your relationship; you were the happiest you ever had been, everyday was exciting and offered new prospects - it was more that you were so used to being in this bubble with Lando, the idea of it bursting seemed rather unappealing. Usually you didn’t care for how others saw you but seeing some of the words that people used to describe him, it would be enough to trouble even the thickest of skins. 

Lando’s close proximity broke your thoughts as he stared down at your phone, pausing on the flash of brown and purple. “I am so sorry, love.” He almost whispered, his eyes widening at his carelessness. He picked your phone up to take a closer look. 

“It will be alright, won’t it? I mean, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it.” You had said, more to reassure yourself than Lando. He didn’t answer, anxiety building in the pit of his stomach because he knew exactly what he had started. 

The fan-made compilation didn’t go viral until a few hours later - as it turns out that flash of purple was the perfect cherry on top of an unappetising cake. Lando was sat on stream - not that this was out of the ordinary and Max had decided to join him, leaving you alone to rewatch Friends for the umpteenth time. 

The pair were sat reacting to videos on YouTube when a clip of a seal swimming into a shoal of fish started playing - the amusing part was that they kept quickly dispersing away from the seal in question. Unsurprisingly, they laughed and Lando spluttered: “This is me trying to find a girlfriend.” What the fans didn’t know was the apparent irony of that sentence and this was what caused the major meltdown; whilst Lando and Max were busy crying with laughter - that chat had filled up with the same link and references to the video you would be redirected through. 

Max was the first to stop laughing, tapping Lando on the shoulder as he pointed at the chat. Hundreds of the same message filled the screen: “That’s not what this compilation shows.” “Lando, what are you hiding from us?” “Lando and Max laughing knowing very well he has a girlfriend.” 

“Chat what on earth are you waffling on about.” Max chuckled uneasily, looking at Lando out of the corner of his eye. Lando sat with a forced smile, his nostrils flaring as he continued through the comments. He could only let out a tense laugh as he swallowed thickly - his throat feeling suddenly dry. You were still sitting, completely engrossed and unaware that Lando Norris was now trending on twitter. 

Max had come up with an excuse to end the stream not long after, Lando uncharacteristically quiet. His thoughts were with you in the other room, had you seen it? Did you know? How would you react? He felt as though he had lost all control, like he had failed you entirely - all he wanted to do was protect you yet he was the one to screw it up. 

“Hey,” Max nudged his shoulder, “It was bound to happen at some point. Let’s go and see if she’s seen it - if not then -” He took a deep breath, “We will watch it together. We need to know what we are working with here.” Lando nodded, unable to reply, his body went into automatic pilot mode and too quickly he was standing facing you. 

Pausing the tv, you looked at Lando - his jaw tightened and facial expressions set as though he had just seen a ghost. “Is everything ok?” You asked apprehensively. 

“There’s something you need to see.” Max reached for his phone, pushing Lando onto the sofa. You offered your arm to Lando, pulling him into a hug. Max pulled up the video and pressed play. A tense atmosphere held the room hostage - breath restricted and gazes fixed onto the tiny screen in front of you. 

It started with a clip from this year’s Goodwood - Lando preparing to drive his last hill climb - you remembered it well, a McLaren hat placed on your head mainly to cover your identity; knowing that there would be more than a few fans around. The clip moved to 3 separate stills - all of you in your McLaren hat. One with your back to the camera, you hand placed around Lando’s waist, the other two a side profile as you spoke to Max. 

The reaction was immediate, you slapped your hand to your mouth, Lando looked horror-struck and Max was watching you carefully. 

The video moved on, this time a clip from the quadrant video where Niran trains like Lando for 24 hours - Lando and Niran were in the kitchen preparing to eat their breakfast when once again the video moved to stills. This time they were of your reflection in the oven - holding the camera. You had thought at the time, if you were behind the camera it would stop every chance of you accidentally being caught on camera. Apparently not. 

The video had moved on again, this time to stills of Lando arriving on track - of course there was no way for you to get on track without being photographed and you were fine with that because you would just arrive after Lando either with Jon or Charlotte. Photos of you arriving with Jon and Charlotte flashed up - with them you were just another member of staff but put with those other stills and it really did yell out that you and Lando were romantically involved. Finally the flash of purple from Lando’s story. The game was up. 

“Oh my-” You stuttered as the video came to an end. Fortunately your Instagram hadn’t been shown but judged by how skilled you knew the fans to be - it would only be a matter of time. “I feel sick.” You admitted, wiping your hands across your face. Lando still hadn’t said a word, staring blankly at the floor. Max was the first to come up with something logical, turning to you and Lando. 

“It will blow over.” He started, “The fans will soon lose interest and move onto the next big headline. We just need to ignore anything we see regarding the subject.” He moved his attention to you. “Maybe avoid social media for a few days. Let everyone cool down -” Sensing your means to interrupt, he held his hand up. “I know you shouldn’t have to and I know none of this is fair but unfortunately people have no boundaries and believe because it’s on social media it is their business. If they were in our situation, I’m pretty sure they would be the first to complain. Let’s just go along with it for now. It will give you time to think about what to do next.” 

Lando cleared his throat, pulling you closer into him. “I’ve failed you. All I wanted to do was protect you.” At this, Max got up and left. 

Shaking your head, you pressed your lips to his forehead. “You could never. Think about how long we kept it secret for. Besides, until we announce or admit anything - it isn’t confirmed.” You offered, trying to soothe his worries. He nodded, still not convinced. 

“Our love is like a game and it’s not a game I enjoy playing.” He croaked, lacing your fingers together. 

“I know, Lando, I know. Let’s let everything calm down and then we can think about what our next step is.” 

Weeks later and it was the night before you were due to leave for your summer holiday. You would be spending it with Lando and some of his friends and family. Due to the current pandemic, it had been so long since you had been away - even if it was a bigger group of you going; you were still looking forward to spending that quality time with Lando. 

Max had decided to take himself and Tom off to the streaming room - leaving you and Lando to sort out the remaining items you needed for your time away. 

“I have a present for you.” He said suddenly, his hands behind his back. You beamed, taking a step closer to him. He shook his head, “If you want it - “ He pointed at his lips. 

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his lips then held out your hands like a child. Lando chuckled, “Close your eyes.” Hands still outstretched and eyes closed, you waited for Lando to present you with your surprise. He grasped your left wrist and attached something to it - “No peeking.” He added. A moment or two later, he dropped his hold of your wrist and said: “You can open them now.” You could hear the smile on his lips. You opened your eyes and looked straight to your wrist - he had given you a pink watch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, his eyes twinkled as he then pointed to the orange watch on his wrist. 

“Watches?” You asked, confusion laced your tone. 

Nodding, he said, “We all have matching watches but in different colours - they are for our holiday away.” 

You gave him a lopsided grin and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love it. Thank you.” 

In the streaming room, Max was having to ignore the majority of the comments because they were all asking the same thing: “Who was the girl from the compilation.” He was trying his hardest to keep moving off the topic, instead showing off the watches - it had been his idea, blue for him, orange for Lando, a child’s watch for Tom and a pink watch for you. He had listed off all of the colours and said who they belonged to: “And then pink-” He paused, mentally face palming. He looked over to Tom for assistance - he hadn’t meant to say pink at all. “And pink is for someone.” He cursed his poor excuse but as if by magic - Lando walked through the door. 

Distracting the stream from his slip up. 

Croatia was a dream come true, the hot summer sun on your back and the time to just relax and recharge. Days spent with Lando sunbathing on the boat or stuck in a tense game of Uno. Not being the only female was brilliant as well - as they got to go off and not feel guilty about leaving you on your own. 

Currently, you and Lando were standing in each other's arms - the afternoon drawing into the evening as the sun began to set. You had your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist, sighing contentedly you broke the silence: “This is nice.” He pressed his lips into your hair, a sign that he agreed with your statement. In that moment, it was just you and him - everyone seemed to disappear from around you and all worries vanished. It was the simple yet affectionate moments that had always meant the most to you. You felt as though you could relax every muscle in your body, listening to his steady heartbeat - you wished for this moment to never end, to forever be in his arms and to not worry about who sees you there. 

Ever since that compilation had been made, the thought had been on your mind a lot. Were you ready to go public with Lando? At the end of the day you were both happy and surely that was the most important thing. 

Later that night, you were sitting eating your meal when a phone was handed to you, displayed on it was a picture of you and Lando - in each other’s arms. 

Instantly you knew what this meant, looking at Lando you were met with the same expression. He did as well. 

You and Lando had decided it was time to announce your relationship, there was no point sneaking around anymore if people knew and were looking out for you. You had agreed that the best way to do it was if you joined him in a stream, that way they got to know you a bit more for who you were. 

“Is it ok to feel as nervous as I am?” You asked him, pulling up a chair beside him. He was setting up the stream, two mugs of tea placed in front of you. It seemed completely unnatural to sit facing the camera. 

“I mean, this is kind of a big deal so yes I would say, it’s completely natural for you to feel nervous.” He reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. Nodding, you took a deep breath. 

“Ok. I’m ready.” You said, your heart beating at a million miles an hour. The corners of his lips turned up, leaning in to leave you a kiss on the lips. 

“I love you and I’m so proud of you.” He admitted quietly, as though you were the only person in the world, his eyes flickered with complete adoration. 

“I love you too. Now, shall we start it?” 

Lando went to press the start stream button but paused. He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and offered an apologetic smile. 

“What did you do?” You asked, a smile toying at your lips as you had an idea of what it might have been. 

“Stream, meet my girlfriend.” 

He had already started it...

[itsallyscorner]

Bring Me Back

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.

A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!

(GIF creds: @atealiers )

Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.

When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.

He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.

After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.

Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.

He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.

•

Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.

You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.

“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.

You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.

You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text. 

Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx

You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.

The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.

“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz

Buzz

The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.

“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.

“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”

You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”

“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.

“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”

Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”

The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.

“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.

“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”

“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.

Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.

The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.

Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.

You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.

~🛬~

The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.

“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”

The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.

“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.

“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”

The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”

“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.

Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”

You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I��m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.

“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.

“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.

A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.

“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.

“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.

“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.

“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.

You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.

Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.

“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.

You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.

“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.

“What if—,” You cut him off.

“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”

Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”

Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”

“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.

Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”

He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.

“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.

Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.

“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.

“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”

“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.

With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”

You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Secret’s Out

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Bruce was looking at his emails when Y/N arrived at the table.

She was breathing heavily and her hair was a bit messy, just further proving she had rushed to get there.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she huffed embarrassingly. “My shoot ran over and every one was moving so slowly.”

Bruce smiled. “Y/N. Relax.”

Then he stood up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

The two of them hadn’t seen each other in over a month. Y/N had been traveling for work constantly. And between the vigilante life and Wayne Enterprises, Bruce was running on 2 hours of sleep on the daily.

“I need a drink,” Y/N finally sighed after she got situated.

As if on cue, their waitress dropped Y/N’s favorite drink in front of her.

Y/N eyed Bruce with surprise.

He just shrugged.

Sometimes Y/N forgot how much her father noticed literally everything.

“Thank you,” she told the waitress.

“You’re overworking yourself,” Bruce said with a disapproving look.

She rolled her eyes. “Really? You’re not one to talk, Bruce.”

“You deserve a vacation. I’ll pay for it. Pick wherever you want. Bring Jason. Or some friends.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Bruce…”

It was a warning.

From the very start of their unconventional father-daughter relationship, Y/N had made it clear that she could not be bought. And Bruce spoiling her made her extremely uncomfortable. Even now, she still tried to at least split restaurant checks with him. Bruce always won those battles though.

“I’ll take a vacation when you do,” she finally countered.

That sure shut him up.

“Hey, I actually brought you something,” Y/N changed the subject as she reached for her bag.

A moment later, she lightly placed a manila folder onto the table.

Bruce’s brow furrowed as he reached for it.

As soon as he opened it, he froze.

“I had to clean out some stuff and put things into storage,” Y/N explained. “I found all my mom’s photos. I figured I could make copies of some childhood photos for you.”

Bruce’s silence made Y/N nervous.

“If you don’t want them, that’s totally fine.” She started to reach for the folder out of Bruce’s grip with awkward embarrassment. “It was stupid–”

But Bruce quickly pulled the folder closer to him and stopped her from taking the photos from him.

“Thank you,” he announced.

It made Y/N quickly sit back in her chair, caught off guard by his sincere reaction and how he’d immediately become protective of the photos.

Bruce awkwardly cleared his throat. “Thank you, Y/N.”

He repeated to make sure she understood how thankful he truly was. And Y/N suspected the throat clearing was to hide his emotions.

Now she watched as Bruce slowly went through every picture. He took in every detail with a soft smile.

These weren’t just photos. These were all of Y/N’s memories that Bruce missed, that he could never get back. And he was savoring all of them.

Then Bruce paused and was fully smiling now.

“What?” Y/N asked.

She didn’t know why all of this made her so nervous.

Bruce didn’t say anything as he lifted a photo and flipped it to show her.

It wasn’t from her childhood.

It was a black and white photo of Jason. A candid from when he had escorted her around the slums of Gotham for her most recent gallery show.

After months of thinking about it, Y/N finally had decided she wanted to frame it and hang it somewhere in her apartment. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped with embarrassment and she ripped it from his hands.

“I was developing some photos at the same time as I was making the copies. Must’ve gotten mixed up in those,” Y/N explained too quickly, unable to meet Bruce’s gaze.

It made Bruce happy to know that Y/N didn’t have the same inability to love someone and let people in like he did. It was a relief that she didn’t isolate herself from it like he had. If her mother was still alive, Bruce would thank her for it. But if Y/N’s mother were alive, he would’ve never known about Y/N in the first place.

Their entire dinner was spent with Bruce looking at the old photos. He had at least two questions for each one. Some of them Y/N didn’t remember being taken. But most of them came with stories or a loving memory.

Y/N talked for most of the meal. But that’s exactly what Bruce wanted.

Furthermore, Bruce had nothing of value to update her on. Batman business had consumed his life as of lately, and he had made a promise to never involve Y/N in any of it. And Jason seemed to be on the same page when it came to his other life as Red Hood. 

Both men seemed determined to keep her safe and away from it all. 

Two hours later, Bruce was paying the check and helping Y/N into her coat.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he muttered as they started walking out.

Y/N had learned by now to give up on those small battles. Jason was the same way when it came to making sure she got home safely.

As they made their way to the exit, Y/N caught a few stares from other patrons who were still eating.

“Do you ever get used to it?” She asked her father in a low voice.

“Get used to what?” He asked, genuinely unaware of what she was getting at.

“People gawking at you.”

Bruce glanced around and unintentionally glared at anyone who was staring at Y/N.

“It’s good that I’m seen in public…for obvious reason,” he hinted in a quiet voice, obviously talking about needing the cover to continue his life as a masked vigilante.

Once they were outside, Alfred was already waiting at the curb with the Rolls-Royce. He greeted Y/N with a hug and a kiss to her cheek before opening the door for her and Bruce.

When they got to Y/N’s apartment building, she said her goodbyes to Alfred. And Bruce walked Y/N all the way up to her door.

Even though Y/N insisted it was overkill and she could get up the stairs on her own just fine, Bruce had seen too many terrible things in this forsaken city. He could think of thousands of things that could happen to Y/N between the car and her front door.

Once Y/N realized that Bruce’s paranoia came from experience, she stopped trying to stop his chivalry and overprotective ways. She finally understood that Bruce had seen things that would prevent her from ever sleeping again. So if walking Y/N to her door gave him a little peace of mind, she wasn’t going to take that away from him.

Y/N turned to Bruce when they reached her door. “Thanks again for dinner.”

“Of course. I’m glad we could spend some time together. Thank you again for the photos.”

Y/N didn’t realize that Bruce was about to hang every single one around Wayne Manor. 

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug. “Get home safe.”

——————

Y/N woke up wrapped strong arms, her body overheating slightly.

When she had come home from dinner last night, Jason had already left for patrol.

He hadn’t woken her up when he got back home, just proving how exhausted Y/N had been these past few weeks.

But it was the continuous buzzing vibrations of her phone that woke her up. When she brightened the screen, she saw that she had dozens of text messages and three missed called from Bruce.

“What the fuck,” Y/N whispered as she started opening them.

But they were all about the same thing.

Everyone had sent her similar articles from various gossip websites or news outlets.

BRUCE WAYNE’S NEW GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPHER Y/F/N Y/L/N

BRUCE WAYNE’S FLAVOR OF THE WEEK

IS Y/F/N Y/L/N USING THE PRINCE OF GOTHAM TO FURTHER HER CAREER?

All of the headlines were joined with photos of Bruce and Y/N having dinner last night. Apparently other customers at the restaurant had snuck photos of Bruce greeting her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Y/N could see how it would be misinterpreted as romantic and not familial or platonic. But it still made her sick to see the photos twisted in such a way.

Then there were paparazzi photos of them getting in a car together. Of course there were none of Bruce dropping her off and them going their separate ways. That would be just too convenient for the two of them. 

Y/N’s stomach dropped with panic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she gasped without realizing it.

Jason immediately woke up. “What is it?”

Y/N ignored him and called Bruce.

“I’m handling it,” was how Bruce answered her call.

“Handling it? How exactly?” She challenged. “We can deny the rumors all we want. But everyone is going to keep tabs on us now, and they’re going to see us together again.”

Jason grabbed his own phone.

One of his brothers must’ve sent him a similar article because he rubbed his face in annoyance, finally understanding the situation. 

Nothing like your girlfriend being rumored to have a relationship with her father, who was also your mentor and adoptive father. 

“Y/N, it will blow over. It always does,” Bruce tried to calm her down.

“So what happens when I get photographed with Jason? Huh? They’re going to just say I’m cheating on both of you with each other or some fucked up shit like that.”

Bruce was silent, because they both knew she was right.

Y/N glanced at Jason, who was already waiting for her gaze.

She took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Maybe we should…Maybe we should just tell the truth.”

“You’ve never wanted that, Y/N.” Bruce tried to argue.

And he was right.

Y/N was terrified of being associated with the Wayne family. People would start believing she secretly built her career off of nepotism that no one was aware of. She also didn’t want that type of attention from the media and the upperclass of Gotham.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” Y/N finally answered.

Jason reached for thigh and gripped it, trying to offer her some sort of comfort.

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked slowly.

“No. Not at all. But I’d rather not have the public think I’m dating my biological father.”

“OK,” Bruce sighed. “I’ll talk to my publicist today.”

“OK.” She bit her lip before adding. “Just…tell them the whole story.”

“Y/N, if you’re worried how it will make me look, don’t.”

“But I am worried about it, Bruce. They’re going to drag you for being an absent father. And none of that is true. They’re not gonna understand.”

“I’ll call you later with an update,” he told her softly before hanging up.

Y/N tossed her phone to the foot of the bed in frustration.

Jason watched as she buried her face in her hands.

“You OK?” He asked as he rubbed her back.

“No,” she answered honestly.

“Come here.” Jason pulled her into his chest.

There was no fight from her as he cuddled her tightly.

“This is a fucking nightmare,” she groaned into his shoulder.

“I know. But maybe it’s for the best,” he tried to reason with her.

“And what happens when they catch wind that I’m dating my father’s adoptive son? Huh?”

“We’re not actually related, Y/N.”

She pulled her face back so she could glare at him. “Yeah! We know that! But you do understand that people are going to see it that way, right? Like we’re gonna look like some fucked up incestual couple to them.”

“I don’t really care,” Jason finally told her.

“You don’t care?” She scoffed.

“No,” his answer and confidence didn’t waver. “I don’t give a fuck what people say about us, Y/N. If exposing the truth means we don’t have to think twice about going to events or even just going out to dinner, then I’m all for it. I’m sick of hiding our relationship.”

Y/N blinked. She never considered that their subtle relationship bothered him in any way. She was always a strangely private person, so it felt normal to her. But clearly Jason had been wanting to be a bit more public with their relationship.

“What if this changes everything?” Y/N whispered, not meeting his eyes.

Jason smirked at that and gripped her chin, lifting it up so she would look at him. “Some paparazzi and trash tabloids aren’t going to change how I feel about you, Y/N.”

Y/N laughed lightly at that.

“Maybe we should leave Gotham for a bit,” she offered. “Bruce won’t shut up about paying for a vacation for us.”

Jason nodded. “I think that sounds like a good idea. You’ve needed a break for awhile now.”

“Well…where do you wanna go?” Y/N asked.

“Doesn’t matter to me. As long as you’re there.”

She rolled her eyes and hit Jason in the face with a pillow. “God, you really are a sap.”

Y/N appreciated Jason always being able to make her feel better and feel supported. 

But even he couldn’t stop her from wondering...

What would life be like as a Wayne?

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Father of Mine – Bonus Content