#even as i was on my way running a bit late to spin class it felt nice talking to him and again felt like we could talk longer lol
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Happy to report that spinđ˛ class [and the subsequent leg day đŚľđ˝đ¤] did in fact break several sweats (ft mooooon)
#ore no kao#was actually nice that i got to do 5-6 Deadlift reps (for 2-3 sets iirc) at 235lb not having done so before#[unless i did with my trainer maybe--was a good case of 'c'mon you can do itttt']#and also getting to bump into my one crush i havent seen in weeks (due to 'rona it turns out) and getting his IG may have helped đ#even as i was on my way running a bit late to spin class it felt nice talking to him and again felt like we could talk longer lol#hopefully that's encouraging#[also why did this one dude in front of me for half the (delayed-uptown) subway ride home have the worst B.O. đ]#[it is annoying getting back home later thanks to delays since i end up getting maybe 30 mins before i have to reasonably go to sleep đŠđ´]
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CASUAL
PAIRING: karina x fem!reader
GENRE: fluff, angst, smut (explicit, but not too much?)
TROPES: fwb to lovers except you're roommates and best friends, unrequited love but not really.
LISTEN TO: casual by chappell roan
NOTE: i may be having a bit of a military wife moment rn but i'm still a sapphic at heart yearning for something more... my first gay fic i've posted on this account yay! cannot reveal if ive been in a similar situation but you could say this is based on real life! whose life, i will not say. hope u enjoy and stay safe everyone <3
knee-deep in the [twin bed] and you're eating me out
you want to say you're in control when it happens, but you'd be a big fat liar if you did. truth be told, karina had you wrapped around her finger since she moved in. (in more ways than one, if you catch my drift.)Â
you met her late freshman year in college when you shared a gender studies course with her â which alone would've been enough of a clue to which ways she swings, if not for the black leather jacket and unnecessary amount of rings she wore to class. she'd sat next to you the first week in and approached you after class. "this class is a bore," she said as a matter-of-factly, "wanna get coffee with me?"Â
you'd agreed because you were mesmerized (even though secretly, that was the favorite course you took that year) and followed her into a cafe, letting her sweet talk you into all kinds of things from there. she had a big friend group which welcomed you generously when they found out you were friends with karina and eventually, that became your everyday life.Â
you worked on papers sincerely while karina watched you with an unreadable glint (maybe it was unreadable, maybe you didn't want to read too much into it), swirling her untouched coffee. eventually one day, she asked you, "wanna be roommates next year?"Â
that was karina. easy-going and confident. she didn't hesitate to ask you to do things with her, even if they were often bending the boundaries of what friends could do. exhibit a: she'd asked you to make out with her at a party just so she could shake off a creep. in general, she was touchier than the normal person, finding a way to cup your stomach under your shirt when you weren't looking. you get the idea.Â
that's how when she moves into the same room as you sophomore year, you lost all sense of self and reality. you have to thank your mom who convinced you to arrive on campus a day earlier than most, so you could settle in without the bothersome crowd.Â
you're in the middle of fixing a poster of your favorite band, the strokes, in the wall when she lets herself in with a, "you're already here, jagiya!" you almost lose your footing on your chair in order to face her, heart already a fluttering mess thanks to her shameless flirting.Â
"karina!" you call out, thrilled to see your friends, complications aside. you step down carefully before throwing yourself in her waiting arms. "you're here earlier than i thought."
she pulls away with a devilish grin, "missed you too much so i came early." she looks around the room, "i see you've already made this place home."
you smile, unsettled by the way she's still holding you in her arms, your bodies attached at the hip as she takes in her home for the next year. she smells like she always does: like grapefruit and spicy cedar. you feel relaxed in her embrace, taking in her appearance. she's wearing a cropped tank with a large flannel that slips off her shoulder thanks to the heavy tote she carries.
with a sigh, you take the tote off her. "your hair grew longer," you comment as you place the bag on her desk. karina does a little spin for you, giving a full view of the wavy locks that came all the way to her navel. it only made her that much more charming (you couldn't resist wanting to know what it would feel like to run your fingers through them).Â
you watch as karina lugs all her stuff into the room, refusing your help with a strict look. "can't have you spraining something already, jagiya," she quips and that's all it takes for you to sit back obediently. she takes off her flannel, letting you take in her arms. was it just you or did her biceps get bigger? (it wasn't just you. karina spent her summer the gym rat way.)
"you barely have any stuffâŚ" you murmur mindlessly when she's nearly done in half an hour. for reference, it took you three whole hours for two days to set your stuff in place.
"you just have a lot of stuff," karina laughs, closing her closet with a satisfied clap. "thoughts on ordering in for din'?"
you raise a brow, "shouldn't we at least go see if everyone's back?"
she shrugs, "we can just go after we eat." she approaches your bed, resting her forearms next to you. "come on, i don't feel like eating that prison food just yet."
despite karina's exaggeration (your dining hall makes perfectly edible food), you let karina order for you. who are you kidding? the thought of sharing a meal with your newly established roommate in your new room on your first day together⌠it was sweet, you had to admit. so you give in and tell karina exactly what toppings you want on your bowl.Â
but where you had expected to bond in all kinds of cozy ways with karina, the night quickly an unexpected turn. you're not sure how it happens but you end up caged under karina's body on your bed. her hot breath is hitting your face, "you got even prettier over the summer, huh?"
her words make it harder to think. to think about how this your best friend slash roommate slash the person you would do anything for. fuck, it's too late and you're too helpless when it comes to her. karina's already sliding her hand down your stomach, eliciting a mewl of her name from your throat.Â
she looks pleased, chesire grin lighting up her face when she reaches your panties. "mhm, karinaâ" you claw at her shoulder when a cold finger meets your slick folds. she kisses your cheek and then your mouth, so strong that you can't do anything but hold her closer to your chest till she's ripping a scream from you.Â
"karina, what are we doing?" you cry out, still coming down from your orgasm. what the fuck, this not a situation to be with your roommate.
"what?" she whispers, lips attached to your neck without a care in the world, "i'm just doing what i've been wanting to all summer."
"okay, that's enough," you push her off until you're both sat. you're breathless so it doesn't help the gravity of the glare you hold karina captive under. she sits back on her palms, eyes hooded.Â
"we're friends," you start and sensing the protest rising in her, you hold up a hand, "and roommates. you know what they say about that, don't you?"
"don't shit where you eat," she deadpans, "but i don't care. i'm not shitting anywhere. i like you, you like me. that's why we're friends. if we want to fuck around a little, what's the big deal?"
you contain a scoff at how unbothered she is. at the same time, her words stab you in the heart, the subtle friendzoning nature of them not going unnoticed (that's why we're friends? what if you wanted to be more?)
"listen, jagiya," karina shifts dangerously closer, a thumb wiping away the sweat on your lip. "it's chill. we don't have to if you don't want to. but i'll tell you right now; i want to do things with you."
"things?" you breathe even though you know you shouldn't fall into her trap.
"yeah," she caresses your cheek, licking her lips, "want to kiss you. make you come. that sort of thing."
you fall against her weakly, feeling the soft strands of her hair envelope you like a dream. with your eyes closed, all you can feel is warmth of her body and none of the cold of her words (kiss, fuck, chill. no love.)Â
"only if you let me eat you out, too," you finally murmur against her skin. feel her shake with laughter.
"thought you'd never ask."
you wake up in karina's arms. she'd dozed off in your bed as if hers wasn't two hops away. the thoughts makes you flushed (despite everything) and you turn around to face her. she's still asleep, peaceful as ever. you trace the mole below her lips, envious of how little she was attached to you.
not to drown yourself in self-pity, you had always been too attached to karina for your own good. a week into being friends with her, you would jump at a text from her, dropping everything to meet at her the cafe she had wanted to try or to help her get ready for a party.Â
but it wasn't without reason. she was sweet to you, genuinely. karina sensed your moods smoothly, knowing when your silence was more than comfortable and when your drunk crying meant you were actually upset over something. she listened to you, no matter how little you claimed the problem to be, her reliable shoulder always yours when you were in trouble.
so you couldn't blame the butterflies in your stomach at waking up with her. right?
"we never made it to meeting our friends," karina mumbles through a yawn later. you're both in the middle of getting ready for the day, thankfully still a grace day before classes start.Â
"you clearly had other plans," you purse your lips in the mirror, working on fixing a bump in your hair. stupid karina and her arm under your head all night.Â
she comes up behind you with a playful smile, taking the brush from your hands to rake it through your hair herself. "you say that like you didn't have fun," she says. she brings your hair into a bun, taking a hairtie off her wrist to secure it in place. patting your head with eyes on you in the mirror, "there. you look cute."
you heave a deep sigh at the motions that stir up at her actions, sliding away to pretend to busy yourself with your bag. "we should go meet them today," you say, "or they might declare us dead."
"definitely," karina laughs.
meeting your friends helps you a little. maybe it's because you're seeing them after so long or maybe it's just the fact that you have normal friend feelings for them. but it's nice, you can lose yourself in a nonsense conversation with seungkwan about your recently acquired obsessions with various mobile games.
he's in the middle of offering to show you his brand-new coffee machine when karina shouts, "guys! gather up! minjeongie is driving us to get ice-cream! on her!"
you spot the short blonde attacks on karina at the presumably false declaration. your rommate dodges well, bent in a fit of laughter at minjeong's tantrum. "okay, i lied! everyone buy your own ice-cream."
as it turns out, minjeong's car is definitely not big enough to fit all 8 of your friends. "looks like we're fighting it out the fairest way," seowon declares, readying her fist for rock paper scissors.Â
"since only five of us can go," karina starts, somehow finding her way next to your side. you shiver when her hands clasps yours. "minjeong, y/n, and i are definitely going."
you watch in shock as everyone wreaks havoc at her words. "now why would we allow thatâ"
"see, it's technically just two seats taken," she explains calmly, "y/n's sitting on my lap anyway." you gape at her audacity as she holds up your intertwined hands, like a wedding announcement.
you try to weasel out of her grip, mumbling, "that's fine. i don't really want to goâ"
"what? of course you do," karina's hand tightens and you curse her strength, "you love ice-cream, jagiya. come on. let's go."
your friends seem dubious of the interaction but with a few statements along the lines of they're in their honeymoon phase as roomies, they return to the rock-paper-scissors battle at hand, now the stakes reduced to four seats now.Â
"calling shotgun by the way!" karina calls as she pulls you after. you don't know what to say honestly, overwhelmed by her hand in yours. you had expected her to pretend things were the same as always but clearly not: you had never gone as far to sit in her lap with your friends around (alone was a different story. but you swear you'd only ended up in her lap because she'd wanted to hug you through your breakup with your ex.)Â
"karina, you're crazy," you tell her, finally shaking your hand free. you cross your arms and karina simply takes a chug of water from the brita in geum's minifridge.Â
"why? because i volunteered my lap so we'd get to go?"
before you can really give her a piece of your mind, minjeong interrupts. "looks like they figured out the winners. we're leaving in the next five minutes or the offer's off the table."
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two weeks and your mom invites me to [lunch]
"y/n, it's so nice to see you again," karina's mom is saying, sliding a menu toward you. thanksgiving week was around which meant parents were abundant on campus these days. it also meant your own mom couldn't make it because she was swamped with work, no thanks to her job as an on-field reporter.Â
"of course, you've lost so much weight since we last met, eommeoni," you smile.
this is fine for the most part of it. you genuinely enjoy karina's mom's company. she's kind and sincere, always bringing a gift for you along with karina and treating you like her own. but this time around it's different because it's the first time you've been sleeping with her daughter.
in fact, just that morning, karina had kept you in bed longer than usual, complaining because you had gone to bed earlier than usual. it had been part of your plan to keep your conscience clean for when you met her mother, to make sure you didn't lose her respect. but being the nefarious idiot she was, karina had crawled up your torso, eyes going sweet at you, "please, just once?"
so now you had a dirtier conscience than usual, having been panting in karina's lap just hours before this lunch.Â
but even if you tried to maintain composure in front of her mom, karina made it impossible. she slid close to your shoulder, hand splayed across your bare thigh (curse you and your decision to wear your sundress out today). it's honestly harmless and even excusable as a friendly gesture, but ever so occassionally, her hand climbs up, reaching closer and closer to a position that was far from appropriate.
"so tell me, do you two have any classes together this semester?" karina's mom asks you between mouthfuls of rice. you take the chance to peel karina's hand off but it ends up at your knee like a magnet.Â
"not really," karina answers easily as if unaware of the power struggle going under the table. probably because she was winning by a mile.Â
"i told karina she should take an elective with me but she refused," you complain, deciding if this was the way you could hit back then so be it.
"i think you forgot to mention it was an economics elective," she corrects you, hand basically clawing at your inner thight by now. you shift uneasily and karina's mom laughs.
"you know jimin," she shakes her head, "she doesn't take the serious courses. only painting all day long."
"eomma," karina groans, "how many times do i have to tell you? it's not just painting. i'm an arts major. that's like the second hardest major at this school."
"really? what's the hardest major?" (the only right question for a mother to ask.)
the rest of the lunch goes by quickly, fortunately for you. you're the first out the door, eager to put some distance between you and karina. you pretend to fan yourself out of the hot mess she's made of you.
"i have to say," karina's mom says as she gets ready to leave, "you two seem to have gotten closer since you started rooming together."
"really?" karina wonders as if clueless to the arm around your shoulder, where it had been the whole walk back to campus from the restaurant. (insufferable, you whisper to her. cute, she accuses you.)
"thanks for sticking next to her, y/n. who knows where my little girl would be without you?"
you brush of karina's mom's words of flattery, not voicing the thoughts that arise. where would i be without your daughter?Â
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i know what you tell [our] friends
imagining a life without karina becomes terribly real when it becomes clear to you that karina truly has no intentions of treating as anything more than a friend who she sleeps with and not just as roommates.Â
it's a cold slap of reality that you finally feel one day when you're eating with minjeong and seungkwan. karina's next to you, like she so often is, hand on your elbow for no good reason.
"so everyone's been wonderingâŚ" minjeong starts to say and seungkwan shoots her a glare, realizing where this was going.
"...are you two a thing?" she points to the point of contact between you and karina.
"what?" you squeak, pulling away at the call-out. but your mind goes blank, all the excuses you had practiced in your head deserting you. you had expected someone to catch on sooner or later, but somehow right now all you can think of is how you already miss karina's touch. i'm in love with her, it occurs to you to say. (wait, you love her? you wonder distantly as if the answer hadn't been crystal clear the minute she crossed lines with you.)
karina shrugs, "we're fucking. but it's casual. no attachment or anything." she adds with an arm around you, "just girls being girls, right?"
you muster out a laugh to agree with her, ignoring the concerned look seungkwan pins you with. minjeong seems convinced though, "no way! you're sleeping together? i guess it must be convenient⌠you live together."
"yeah, you could say that," this time it's you responding, swallowing the tremble in your throat. you'd rather die than let karina get a whiff of your true feelings. you stand up.
 "it's easy." it's the hardest. "not a big deal." you thought about it every waking second. "i have class now though. see you guys later."Â
you did not have class. you ran to the nearest bathroom stall to lock yourself in and let out the sobs that had been threatening your system for the past three weeks. you make sure nobody can hear you and then wipe your tears with the spare tissues you carry in your bag.Â
you leave, hoping nobody notices your red eyes.Â
that night, you go to your room later than usual, counting on karina to be asleep. you should know better though because she's up, in nothing but her night shorts, sitting on your bed.Â
it almost frustrates you for a moment, the sight of her curled up so comfortably on your bed like you were lovers. but you weren't. you weren't even close. but she perks up like maybe you are, calling out your name sweetly, "you're so late today. is everything okay?"
"yeah," you say, not making eye-contact for too long as you rest your bag on your desk. you contemplate leaving the room just so you didn't have to feel this hot volcano erupt in your chest. but instead, you undress, aware of karina's unwavering gaze. you make sure to slip off your pants and put on a baggy shirt. no shorts, like karina liked.
"we're a fully dressed person put together," she liked to joke when she'd bring your bodies close. you laughed along but all you wanted was to actually be one person with her. maybe that would justify why you were so attracted to her.Â
"come on,," she coos when you jump into bed. "i know something's wrong. your eyes are red. your shoulders heavy."
"can't lie for one second with you, can i?" you sigh into her skin when she hugs you.Â
"sorry, jagiya. maybe if i was a man, you could get away with it."
maybe that would make it easier. if one of you was a man. at least then someone would bat an eye at the concept of a no strings attached situationship between best friends. you were practically begging for someone to object to its apparently platonic nature. (you were begging yourself.)
"i didn't even shower," you complain when she explores your bare stomach with her fingers.
"it's fine. we'll just take one in the morning."
she holds you to the promise, waking you up half an hour earlier than usual just so she could drag you into the shower. two girls showering together, a sight nobody would see because it was dead quiet until an hour from now.Â
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i try to be the chill girlÂ
you knew it was too good to be true, your friends-with-benefit situation with karina. but now that your feelings are actually catching up to you, you can barely hold in the tears that overwhelm you when you look at her.
then, when you finally decide to suck it up and show up to dinner with your friends, it all goes south. thanks to some dumb group project karina's doing, a guy named taeyong was at your table. you knew him by name from college gossip. he was fit to be the protagonist of a rom-com, nice guy with the looks to go with it and he was friendly, fitting right in with the group of friends.Â
bitterly, you reflect on how long it had taken you, in comparison, to warm up to everyone. a month, maybe? plus, he looked perfect next to karina, their unusually good looks matching each other's quality.
you're not the only thinking that because geum pipes up, "you two look good together! when's the wedding?"
seowon hits his arm though most of the people on the table join in laughter. (you don't.) "come on, you can't force it, geum," she says, "they're clearly still getting to know each other."
"so it'll be official in say, a week from now?" minjeong teases, earning herself a blush from taeyong. karina is unruffled but she does smile a little at the teasing comments, side-eyeing the boy next to her.
right. they did look good together.Â
much to your discomfort, karina and taeyong only seem to become closer, with the latter frequenting your table at every meal. he assimilated easily with the group, already circulating inside jokes that you were conveniently not a part of.
speaking of which you were circulating a word tornado yourself: casual, no attachement, chill, convenient, easy⌠not a big deal. as taeyong became a regular with your friends, you became increasingly absent, coming up with excuses to take your meals at much earlier or later hours.
you're officially spiraling, doing your best to avoid karina. but avoiding karina meant avoiding your friends. it was a harsh truth but you came to realize you were only friends with them because of her and if you decided to break things off with her, you'd also end up a loner.
it was a cold, miserable place to be in, your mind. you left your room early and came back late to karina asleep. she'd tried to stay up for your sake a few times but you'd made your arrivals later and later, until she gave up and went to sleep.Â
you know you can only avoid her for so long before she caught you and grilled you but for now, you just had to come up with a way to keep yourself occupied. that afternoon, you get a text from her, asking to talk to you after dinner. you leave her on read for hours before texting back a quick "sure," afraid to go too far. you may be mad at karina for treating you in ways that left you confused, but you didn't actualy want to hurt her.Â
but come the time when finally face her and you realize it may be too late.Â
"so⌠why exactly have you been avoiding me?" more than anything, karina's voice is weary. she appears worried when you first take a seat across from her but when you don't look like you're in actual physical pain, her expression morphs into one of frustration.
"i'm not," you sigh, "i'm just busy."
"busy during every single meal? busy enough to leave before i wake up?"
"i'm taking more classes than usual," you say and though it's the truth, it's far from being the reason why you were acting this way. karina seems to know this.Â
"i'm taking an art class that has me staying back in the studio till 11," she tells you. only then, you notice the black charcoal marking her cheek. "but i still come home."
"sorry," you mumble, averting your gaze. "i'm notâ you didn't do anything. i'm just⌠thinking through some things. i'll come back to the room earlier today."
"great, so now we're not close enough for you to share your thoughts with me?" this time karina actually sounds hurt. it was the indication of your friendship finally falling apart that has her sitting forward, eyes blinking in panic. "y/n, what the fuck?"
what the fuck, indeed. you try your best to reassure karina but it seems like she's done talking to you after that point so you see yourself out. a small part of you manages to wonder whose jacket was laid across the chair next to her. taeyong?
you find the answer the hard way when you come back to your room at a reasonable hour for the first time in a week. only to run into taeyong himself.
he seems like he's in a hurry when you step in, rushing to put his jacket on (yes, the jacket that you saw next to karina earlier today) and avoiding your gaze. you don't even pretend to seem pleased encounter him there.
you fix your glare on karina, kneeling on her bed. she lets out a sigh when she sees you. "you're finally back."
you watch as taeyong leaves without a goodbye and you scoff, "i feel like i interrupted something. maybe i shouldn't have come back." you feel the blood rush to your head, all your convictions to lay out your unreciprocated feelings out to karina because she deserved an explanation.
right now, you just feel empty. and mad. so as soon as you rest your bag, you get to changing. but not into your night clothes.
"are you going somewhere?"
"...maybe."
"and what happened to our talk earlier?"
with a huff of disbelief, you throw your sweaty shirt on your bedroom floor. "well, i decided it meant nothing when i saw that guy leaving our room."
"taeyong?" karina looks baffled and you want to shake some sense into her so bad.
"yeah, i don't know, karina, the thought of you already replacing me with some dudeâ" you cut yourself off when your voice breaks. "it's not a great feeling. so i'm just gonna leave."
"wait, what?" karina jumps out of her bed. "is this what you've been mad about all week?"
you pause your angry movements about your space when she comes close to you, touching your arm, first contact in days. you breathe unevenly, "karina, i just need some timeâ"
"are you crying, jagiya?"
you want to say it's stupid nickname that gets to your nerves finally breaking your walls down. but really, it's the warmth in her tone, the sound of her breath hitting your ear so close. you'd missed karina. that's why you end up sobbing, arms finding her neck to support you.Â
"karina, i'mâ" she rubs your back calmly through your sobs. "i'm sorry."
"what's wrong, baby? why are you crying? please, talk to me."
"i think⌠i'm in love with you."
your confession is quiet, just like your love for karina has always been. actually no, that's what you want to think but no, your love is loud: you look for her in every room you enter, hands already welcoming hers when she runs over to you. you're the first to laugh at her jokes, no matter how nonsensical or how many times she's told them to you. you may be a flustered mess when things got intimate, but you always made sure karina felt good, too â going far beyond your comfort zone to please her.
karina pulls away with a soft gasp. "that's not what i expected you to say."
"i know," you sniffle. "but it's been killing me. i know you wanted to keep things casual. and i know you and taeyong areâ"
"okay, just so we're clear for once and for allâ there is nothing between me and taeyong."
you freeze in shock, having been rock-solid in your assumption of their relationship. "what?"
"come on, i barely know the guy. but apparently, everyone's teasing got to his head," karina sighs, "he came here to confess to me earlier today. and i rejected him."
now his urgency to leave the room makes even more sense, you realize slowly. but you realize another thing: karina had looked cold when you'd entered, ending things with him clearly. yet, here you were, standing with her arms around your waist as if you hadn't declared your love for her.
"...and?" you prod her, biting your lip hopefully.
"and?" karina echoes you, eyes locking in yours to understand your hint. "oh, you wanna know how i feel?"
you nod coyly, a stray tear falling down your cheek as if on cue.Â
"well, let's start with a recap of this week. you ignored me so i felt like shit for most of it. and then you ignored me some more and i had to go to sleep lonely and sad. then, you stopped showing for meals so i didn't even want to eat anymore. what happened next? oh right, this evening. i had to practically beg you to talk to meâ"
"okay, i get the idea!" you stop her with a groan, "i'm sorry, but i clearly had good reason to act the way i did."
"did you?" karina is suddenly holding your face, smiling turning bittersweet. "you idiot."
"huh?"
"i wanted to keep things casual because i wasn't sure how you felt about me. i wanted you to keep your options open till someone who you actually liked came alongâ"
"butâ"
"this was long before i knew you were into me like that. you're really hard to read, you know? but yeah, i kept things casual because i'm selfish. i wanted to sleep with the girl i love without losing her friendship. i was obviously anâ"
"idiot!" you hit karina's arm repeatedly at her revelation, tears filling up your vision yet again. "you love me?! why would you do that to me, then? are youâ"
karina catches your fists in her with a heave, "i know, i know. i'm sorry, jagiya. butâ" she brings your first to her chest, exposed by the deep neck of the tank she wore to sleep. "i'm serious about you, okay? i didn't want to gamble someone i cherished over some fucking around."
your body feels weak now that the truth is out in the open. you lean into karina. "you're so mean," you say into her neck, "i thought⌠you were chill."
she laughs at your complaint, "sorry. i'm dumb. dumb in love?"
you let karina coax you into her bed that night, kissing your body free of the tension you'd carried all that week like she was nursing you back to health. you can't help the tears that escape at her sweet touch, not new for her by any means â but different for you nevertheless, now that you knew how she felt. later that night, when you're falling asleep in her arms, in her twin bed this time, you feel her snuggle closer. warm nose against your cold cheek, she kisses you goodnight. (and a soft love you that you can barely distinguish from a dream.)
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@devondespresso Tagged me in this forever ago and I finally had one wiggle its way into my brain!
This week been fiddling with the idea of a true role reversal Steddie, with Eddie as the popular jock and Steve as the metalhead (as opposed to a punk). This got a little away from me, haha. No idea for a story or how other characters might fit in, but if anyone wants to take the concept and run with it feel free!
Eddie
Eddie is still poor, and still lives with his uncle (let's pretend he had to repeat a grade due to the chaos of moving in with Wayne). But he's Hawkin's star track runner/lightweight wrestler, channeling his energy into sports and competition. His grades are probably still not great, but since he's winning awards at meets, teachers let a lot more slide, and he skates by most of his classes with low C's. If he's loud and excited, then well, that's just what jocks do, right?
Wayne works nights, so Eddie is usually left to his own devices. Sure, the trailer can't hold that many people (and maybe Eddie has a bit of a chip on his shoulder that he lives in the trailer park), but this is the Midwest, and Eddie is creative. He hosts big bonfire ragers out in the woods, deep enough that the cops can't easily break them up.
Eddie's "Munson Doctrine" is from the perspective of being a jock. Mixed with his insecurities, it becomes about staying on top, no matter what. That means dating around, taking girls out most Fridays. He likes girls and has plenty of fun. And if he occasionally slips in a fantasy or two about drug dealer Steve Harrington pinning him against a wall with that knife of his, no one needs to know.
Steve
Then we have Steve. Steve's had piano lessons since he was 5. A framed picture of him in his bow tie and tiny suit at his first recital sits on his mom's desk. He's good at sports and does Little League as a kid, but they don't hold his interest, not the way music does. When he hits middle school, him and his dad have a huge fight over him refusing to try out for any sports. The cracks were already there, because his parents are louder than they think when they argue. To drown them out, he turns on the radio, spinning the dials. By chance, he finds a Black Sabbath song. Something in it speaks to him, gives an outlet to the frustration and anger he's feeling.
Steve picks up drums to play in band at school, but he also borrows books from the library and teaches himself guitar after begging his mom for one for his 13th birthday. He makes a few friends, they start a band. As he enters high school his parents fight more. His grades, never great to begin with, slip further, so no more allowance for Steve. The first time he tries to steals a tape, he's caught almost immediately. But he gets better at it over time. Can't steal tattoos though, and Steve's not a great artist. So maybe he starts dealing. His parents work late most nights, so they don't need to know about his...extracurricular hobbies.
Even if he's not at the top of the high school food chain, Steve's still good at reading people and social situations. I don't think he would have the desire to DM AD&D, but I think Steve makes a good player, always solid at strategizing. In the hallways, he sees and overhears things, enough that he's able to keep the heat off him and his friends with some clever insinuation, and the threat to cut off anyone who tries something.
He sees the way that loudmouth jock Eddie Munson's eyes flick down to his lips when he buys weed off him at parties too, the guy isn't nearly as subtle as he thinks he is. Steve would love to take him down a couple pegs, if Eddie'd let him.
Thanks to @little-annie for some ideas on fleshing metalhead!Steve out more :D
Edit: check out the role reversal steddie tag for snippets of what Annie and I are writing now :)
No pressure tags to some folks (and if anyone wants to be tagged in the future let me know!): @augustjustice @hbyrde36 @puppy-steve @soaringornithopter
@hairstevington @eyesofshinigami
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cw: part two of this drabble. fluff. izuku and reader are still high schoolers, still out under the stars in the middle of the night. a couple off-color jokes.
âYouâre heavier than I expected.â Izuku says, suddenly, after a short bout of silence.
Heâs seated cross-legged on the ground, eyes watching you carefully and you have for the past minute tried not to comment on the soft bags forming under his eyes or the frequent yawns (not that youâre not concerned but you value his privacy). If he had something to say to you, he would.
But now he's talking and you don't like it.
You touch down from the three feet youâve allowed yourself off the ground (instead of fifty) and give him a look.
âAm I not dainty enough for you?â you quip. Itâs pretend-angry - you can tell he just wanted to say something to break the silence, and not-so-surprisingly, heâs not always the best with words.
He blinks, nagging sleep in his eyes, then you can see him doing a bit of a calculation in his head. Then he gets to his feet. Perhaps you overdid it, you consider.
Had you finally annoyed him enough that heâd leave?
Rather than go the other way, he advances towards you, and confused, you take a tentative step back. He just as quickly hoists you in his arms, bridal style.
âW-what are you-â
He tosses you once in the air, like one would toss a pizza crust without the spin, and you gasp.
He grins as you look at him with wide eyes.
âComing up with an answer for you.â
You swallow hard at the mischief in his eyes. Another toss, slightly higher this time and your stomach turns, possibly in excitement.
âIzuku!â
The next toss is high, so high you think youâll become one of the stars in the sky and you scream loudly, but this time he bounds upwards and joins you, catching you again before the two of you make it to the ground. Thereâs a large thud as he braces himself on landing.
Youâre a bit shaken, arms making his way around his neck reflexively. Your heart pounds while his is completely still.
âI think youâre dainty enough, ___.â
He sets you down for the second time that night.
Thump, thump, thump goes your heart.
âIâm starting to think you like carrying me,â you say finally.
He sits back down, but pulls your wrist gently to encourage you to sit with him.
âMaybe.â He teases.
As you sit together finally, taking a break from the night, you venture to ask him why he is out so late. Unlike you, he shouldnât still have anything to prove.
âWhy couldnât you sleep?â you ask. By now, itâs close to 2, maybe even 3 am and the chill of the middle of the night starts to settle in, and you pull your knees to your chest. It occurs to you to correct the bare arms and tops of your thighs in your winter costume.Â
Izuku notices the shiver and pulls off his hoodie; you reflexively wave your hands that youâre fine but he still surrounds you with it. Itâs warm, and it smells like him, and somehow that is even more comforting.
âThank you,â you murmur under your breath. He smiles, then readjusts so that he leans his weight back on his hands and stretches his legs out. He looks slightly up in the sky. The smile is still there but thereâs a little bit of sadness behind his eyes.
âSometimes things pop into my head right when Iâm about to fall asleep. Maybe a mistake I made or a wrong decision⌠then more start to come up and eventually itâs almost impossible to close my eyes anymore.â
He pauses and sighs. You watch him carefully and find yourself frowning.
âThat sounds really hard,â you say, and mentally berate yourself for how ineffectual it sounds. Of course itâs hard. The first two years at UA were notoriously rough for the hero class, and you were relatively spared from all the extracurriculars they were involved in. Izuku has had to do more Hero work than you could even imagine, even if you were in the same class at this point in time.Â
He laughs.
âIt is, but itâs alright, I guess.â He shifts a little, looking at you. âAt least it got me running into you in the middle of the night.â
Your mouth opens and closes, unsure what to say. Thereâs something about him that either makes you rambly or tongue-tied and right this moment, itâs the latter. You wonder if thereâs anyone he feels this way about, then you hope there isnât.Â
Or maybe it would be better if there were, that way you wouldnât continue to look stupid or bitchy or all around confused when it comes to him.
He chuckles at your silence, then pulls his knees into his chest to mirror you. Resting the side of his face on the knees, he studies you as though you are a painting, and you do the same to him.Â
Itâs hard to speak because what you want to say seems out of place and unnecessary.
I like you.
What use is that? He can do nothing with it, and neither can you. So you swallow the thought.Â
âHave you tried counting sheep?â
This is possibly the most inane thing youâve ever said.
He shakes his head. âThey turn into dead bodies.â
The blood rushes from your face immediately and he actually laughs. âIâm kidding.â
You slap him on the shoulder. âDude! Your sense of humor is awful!â
âYeah. No one ever expects it,â he chuckles. âPerhaps Iâm a bit sleep-delirious.âÂ
He rocks back and forth a little bit and you wonder how much of him you donât really understand yet.Â
âDo you want to walk back now?â you ask. Class will be later today than usual but it still means your sleep will be truncated. âYou should probably sleep anyway. Iâm constantly sleep deprived so it doesnât matter for me, but for youâŚâ you trail off because he shakes his head.
âI need a few more minutes,â he says. Heâs no longer looking at you but straight ahead. It occurs to you that no matter how much heâs smiling right now, whatever is bothering him, whatever he canât really articulate to you, still weighs heavy on his mind.
And without really thinking about what youâre doing, you find your hand inching closer to his. It rests on the top of his, and your fingers curl to hold the underside of his palm.Â
âOkay,â you say.
No one says anything else. Thereâs wind, gentle breathing and the linking of your hands. Something builds under the surface but rests hidden.Â
Something gentle but loud enough that it cannot be ignored.
#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#daydreams: bnha#mimidoriya#mimi's notes#high school sweethearts trope is like#a trope i've always felt love/hate with#because there's so much growing you do past high school and etc#but sometimes it's nice to discuss the purity of it all
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how would kurapika and lerorio (or however you spell his name) react to your tank top riding down a little when you guys are cuddling? (separately please! :) )
Kurapika
Kurapika is often exhausted after work, and all he would like to do is pull you into his warm embrace and hold you all night. This particular mission has been long and hard, leaving him drained.
As he sits down his suitcase and drops his coat onto the coatrack, you run out of your room, wearing a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop. Even in your pajamas, youâre awfully cute to him.
âKurapika!â
You jump into his arms and he spins you around, chuckling. âHello, angel. Miss me?â
You nod and pull him into a kiss, before leaving more kisses all over his face. He takes each one with a smile, before cupping your cheeks to stop you.
âCome on, angel. Letâs get to bed.â
He was still in his suit, quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to your shared bedroom. It was late. He wished he could have gotten back sooner, it was obvious youâd stayed up to wait for him.
He left to the bathroom to change. Kurapika was still getting used to being in a relationship with you, and neither of you had made any⌠moves to further it. The thought of taking you lingered in the back of his mind at points, but he hadnât seen any need to yet.
Kurapika threw on a tshirt and sweatpants. He splashed some water on his face and brushed his teeth before walking back out into you room. Technically, it was just your room, but heâd practically moved in a few months ago.
You sat patiently on the edge of the bed, you eyes tired. He felt a little guilty for making you wait even longer to get some rest, so he made his way to the bed quickly.
âIâm ready. Come here, angel.â
He crawled into bed and opened his arms, making you giggle. He pulled you into his embrace and kissed the top of your head.
âTired?â
âA little⌠but itâs hard to sleep when I finally have you back.â
You wiggled around to look up at him, causing your shirt to ride down, exposing more of your cleavage than Kurapika had ever seen.
He paused, his eyes glued to you chest. âO-Oh really?â
You sighed softly. âMhm⌠I get so lonely without you.â You cooed, giving him another kiss. The atmosphere felt different, heavy. Something had shifted and Kurapika wasnât sure what to do.
His hands acted on their own, moving from your waist up until his hands were cupping your breasts. He grabbed the top of your tanktop and pulled it up, covering her better.
âSorry, dear. You were a bit exposed there.â
Although he could feel himself grow hard at the way you were looking at him, your eyes half lidded from sleepiness, he couldnât bring himself to make a move. He didnât want to keep you awake after you had so diligently waited for his return.
In the morning, though, he would. His little angel would have to wait until then.
Leorio
â(Name)!â
You let out a gasp as your boyfriend tackled you on the couch, putting all of his weight on you.
âLeorio!! Canât⌠breathe!!â
He quickly pushes up and releases some of the weight. âWhoops, sorry doll face. Got a lil too excited there.â
He planted a kiss on your cheek in apology. âUgh, if I didnât love you so much Iâd push you off.â You mumbled, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of your lips. Leorio had just gotten back from one of his classes, and he always enjoyed cuddling you after class.
âLetâs move to the bedroom, be more comfortable thereâŚâ
He didnât complain as you let him to your shared bedroom and pulled him into your embrace. He usually liked to rest his head against your chest..
But it wasnât easy when the tanktop youâd been wearing was pulling down to expose your breasts to him.
Leorio couldnât help but stare open mouthed. He hadnât seen you in such a state before, his eyes wouldnât leave your chest.
âMy eyes are up here, you know.â
He turned red and looked up up see a teasing smile on your face. You leaned down to give him another kiss and pull up your shirt.
âI um⌠sorry for looking.â
You tilt your head. âWhy? I donât mind.â
He blinked as you pulled your tanktop down further, exposing that you hadnât been wearing a bra.
Leorioâs eyes went wide, his face turning red. âYou can touch them, if youâd like.â
âPleaseâŚâ
His hands hovered over your breasts for a moment before you giggled and pulled them to your chest. He almost gasps when his hands make contact.
âSo softâŚâ
Once he made contact, he squished and squeezed them to his hearts content, eventually taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling gently.
âA-Ah, Leorio!â
He looked up at you with your boob in his mouth, his eyes slowly dropping closed.
âDid he just fall asleep with my boob in his mouth?â
You roll your eyes and kiss the top of his head, allowing him to suck on your breast while he slept.
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@blu3cr3am your Match Up isâŚYuji Itadori
<3 Yuji would be so perfect for you
<3 He would be such a sweetheart constantly and like your own personal ball of joy
<3 Everyones fav class clowns right here
<3 I headcanon yuji as pansexual or just queer, like I fully think he doesnât gaf. Like if her thinks your hot your hot
<3 Literally the most gentlest of souls out there
<3 All he wants to do is show you how much he loves you.
<3 Yuji is only rude if they are rude first to him
<3 So you would not have to worry about the way he acts
<3 If yall were to ever get into an argument and he saw you were getting heated he would immediately like stop arguing and try to calm you down the best he can
<3 âHey Sky its ok, im not upset anymore just take a deep breath for me, ok?â
<3 He is such a green flag
<3 I canât find any faults about him
<3 Yâalls date nights are 50/50
<3 I think you guys alternate weeks on the things you wanna do together
<3 Like one week yuji is bring you to a new ramen restaurant in the city and showing you around
<3 And the next week you both are cuddled up with pizza boxes and soda cans on the floor around your couch, cuddling watching Saw or Scream series
(My personal favs are the Scary Movie franchise lol)
<3 He would BEGGG you to draw him, like all the damn time
<3 If you were to draw him he would 1.Take a picture and put it on his instagram story being like âMy baby drew me and not you >:)â and 2. Ether put it in his phone case if it's small enough, but if it's fairly big he will frame it and put it on his wall.
<3 He would think your so smart(you are)
<3 Like listening to you talk about nature or the human mind would get him like âđđđâ
<3 Will share his clothes with you
<3 Like please wear his hoodies like he will melt and give you so many smooches
It was wintertime. The cold of the outside has slowly started to seep into your bones, you shiver, wishing Yuji would hurry up and meet you at the entrance of Jujutsu High. You look at your phone again, 7:30, he's 10 minutes late now. You hope that nothing has happened to him or he didnât get called for a late-notice mission. âSKYYYYYâ you hear someone yell in the distance, and you see a flash of pink and tan running over to you(he is fast as fuk boi). Before you even have time to react to this, Yuji is lifting you and spinning you around like your feather floating through the air(this dude has ungodly strength no matter what you think it's gonna feel like nothing to him). He leans up and kisses you on both of your cheeks âHi baby, I'm sorry I'm late, Gojo needed me and of course, it took foreverâ he rolls his eyes âIt's okay handsome, I'm just glad you okâ you kiss the top of his head. He sets you back down on the ground but his hands are still around your waist. âNow what ramen place did you wanna show me again?â you say with a bit of a shiver, yuji interrupts you mid-sentence âSky are you cold?â he says while rubbing up and down your arms. â I'm a little cold, yes, but not superâ you lie through your chattering teeth as the cold starts seeping into your bones, your soul-, âNo baby you taking my jacketâ. Yuji starts to slip off his jacket, revealing a light zip-up hoodie underneath, âYuji I couldnât-â âStop right there love, this isnât a debate, you taking itâ. Yuji slowly slips the coat onto your frame and immediately you are warmed up, yuji constantly hugging you âI forget how warm you run sometimesâ âYep forever a personal heaterâ, he turns to you, âYour personal heaterâ He says with a smirk. You burst out laughing âIs that your attempt to flirt with me?â You start laughing a bit more, yuji looks away a little embarrassed âWhat Aoi taught meâ he grumbles, âYuji, my handsome boy, never take whatever that man says seriouslyâ. You now take his hand and start walking towards the man road to the downtown area, âNow tell me about this ramen placeâ
(Author Note: I hope you enjoy<3)
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Lick The Bowl Clean â kmg
summary: late night baking heals the soul, especially when done with a friend
genre: complete and utter fluff, college!au, gn!reader wc:Â 1.5k an: i started this during midterm season and now its final seasons...anyways
You hate midterm season. Itâs arguably worse than finals seasons in your opinion. It always sneaks up on you and thereâs a recurring theme with your professors where they donât prepare you for them nearly as much as they do with the final.
Youâve been up all night studying and youâve finally had enough. You think that if you look at notes for any longer that youâre going to drive yourself insane. The issue is that youâre not tired though and you still have to study for one more class.
Soft grumbles leave your throat as you stand up from your desk and stretch your limbs out. You listen to the way your spine cracks as you arch your back and you groan at the feeling. Your body is stiff and sore from sitting in the same place for so long. The added stress weighing on you doesnât help much either.
The time on the clock reads 2:49 am. You release a deep sigh and pad around your room, collecting your needed items, before leaving your dorm room and heading to the communal dorm kitchens.
There are twenty-four hour kitchens and even though you know itâs late your brain is still running rampant and youâre always at your best after a little late night stress baking session. You know itâs impractical to keep a ton of baking ingredients in your dorm but itâs perfect for moments like these and thatâs all that matters. You take your basket of ingredients and hike it up onto your hip before starting your trip to the kitchen.
Youâre relieved when you open the door and itâs empty. You set your things down and automatically get to work. You set all of your tools and ingredients out before preheating the oven and greasing the pan. Once those steps are done you move to start measuring things, your brownie recipe memorized by heart.
Soft humming fills the room as you move around, pouring different things into the bowls for you to combine. Youâre completely in your zone, happy to have something to lose yourself in thatâs not your class notes.
Youâre just about to crack an egg when you hear the noise echo through the room. You spin around at the noise, startled, only to calm down when you see whoâs entered the kitchen. Standing at the entrance is Kim Mingyu. He lives in the dorm right across the hall from you and is one of the nicest people you have ever met.
âY/N. What are you up at this hour?â
âI was uh, stress baking,â you admit with a small laugh. âWhat are you doing up at this hour?â
Mingyu lets out a chuckle. âI guess thatâs fair. Iâm here to make my ramen.â Mingyu holds up the styrofoam cup of instant noodles.
You let out a fake gasp. âThe Kim Mingyu eats instant ramen,â you tease. Itâs well known on your floor that Mingyu is an amazing cook, always whipping something up that completely blows the dining hall food out of the water.
âSomething has to get me through studying,â Mingyu laughs as he walks over to the sink to put water in the noodles.
âTell me about,â you snort, âwhy do you think Iâm stress baking at two am?â You turn back to your bowl, cracking the egg you were about to crack before Mingyu walked in. To the side of you Mingyu has put his ramen into the microwave and turns back towards you.
âDo you want any help with that? Or is this a strictly Y/N only baking session?â
You laugh. âI mean, youâre pretty strong. Want to stir this for me?â You push the bowl of wet ingredients towards the boy. âI donât have a mixer here, and itâs too late to use one anyways.â
âOn it.â Mingyu takes the bowl and starts to stir together the ingredients.
You donât know how to explain it but thereâs something a bit ridiculous about this scenario. 187 cm, muscular, basketball jock Kim Mingyu standing in the student kitchen with you in his black t-shirt and plaid pj pants, helping you make brownies. You stare at his face, completely concentrated on combining the ingredients together. Itâs kinda cute.
You stifle a giggle before turning back to measuring the dry ingredients. By the time you have that done, Mingyu is back at the microwave taking care of his ramen. Youâre expecting him to leave the kitchen but instead he moves over to the chairs and sits down. This choice makes you smile to yourself a bit. Youâve always liked Mingyu. Heâs funny and kind and handsome. Even just has a friend, he's incredibly charismatic.
When youâve got the dry ingredients all measured out you start to dump them into the wet ingredients Mingyu mixed.
âWoah, let me do that!â Mingyu stands again and walks over to you.
âDo you not think Iâm strong enough to do it myself?â You raise an eyebrow at the man. âIâd like you to know Iâve been hand mixing my batters for years.â
âOh I donât doubt it, but I kinda thought that was the thing we had going on here. Iâm the brawns, youâre the brain.â While Mingyu is talking he reaches over to grab the bowl out of your hand. âI like to be helpful, okay?â
You snort. âFine, we can both do it. I pour the dry, you mix it together.â
âYouâre not gonna likeâŚget flour all over me are you?â Mingyu asks, suspicion lacing his tone.
âIâm not cliche Kim Mingyu,â you feign offense.
âIâll trust youâŚjust this once L/N Y/N,â Mingyu plays along, which makes you smile.Â
You two finish mixing the batter and youâre putting it in the pan and sending it into the oven. You scraped the bowl out pretty well but thereâs still a bit in there and you turn to Mingyu who is back to eating his (now cold) ramen.
âDo you want to lick the bowl?â
âWhat?â
âDo you want to lick the bowl? Like get all of the batter thatâs left.â You get a bit on your finger and lick your finger clean to demonstrate. âIt was like the best part of baking when I was growing up.â
âI- uh, sure,â Mingyu agrees and you happily join him at the table to lick the bowl.
You two sit there eating the left over batter and chatting, waiting for the buzzer to go off. You rush over to the oven to taste the brownies. You smile to yourself as you reveal theyâre perfectly done. You pull them out of the oven and set them to the side to cool as you start to wash your dishes.
âOh by the way, do you want any of the brownies?â You turn to Mingyu. âI mean you did help make them.â
âOh I uh, I donât like brownies that much,â Mingyu admits, flushing a bit.
âWHAT?! B-but you, you helped me lick the bowl!â
âI know, I know, and the batter was very good, but Iâm just not a brownie person so I was gonna say no but you looked so cute asking so I said yes. Iâm sorry,â Mingyu tells you.
âIf you donât like brownies why did you stay to help me make them?â
âBecause I wanted a reason to spend more time with you,â Mingyu says. âAish, thatâs so embarrassing admitting out loud.â
âI-, I like spending time with you too Mingyu.â
The conversation between you and Mingyu tapers off there until youâre cutting the brownies and putting half on a plate for him. He looks confused when you place them into his hands.
âTheyâre for your roommates. Donât think I donât see their giant sweet tooths.â
Mingyu smiles at this. âYouâre so sweet Y/N.âÂ
You scoff. âItâs only because I think Seokmin is adorable.â
Mingyu makes an exaggerated shocked face and you laugh a bit before grabbing all of your things to haul back to your room. You and Mingyu walk the halls together towards your dorm, a comfortable quiet surrounding you.
You two stop in front of your respective doors when you get to them. Before you can fully walk into your dorm, Mingyu stops you.
âThanks for letting me hang out with you tonight, it was nice to get my mind off of midterms for a second.â
You smile up at him. âOf course. I enjoyed it as well.â
âAnd before I lose my cool Iâm going to ask you now â would you like to maybe do something like this again after midtermsâŚmaybe with coffee this timeâŚ?â
You can see the way Mingyuâs ears are tinting pink and you feel your own face starting to heat up. You hide your smile for a second but looking at your feet before looking back at Mingyu. âAre you asking me out on a date, Kim Mingyu?â
âAnd if I was?â
âWell then I guess Iâll have nothing to do but accept.â You grin up at him. âTell Seokmin to enjoy those brownies now, okay?â You wink at the man before turning and walking to your dorm, leaving him to celebrate by himself in the hallway.Â
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Hold Me Closer
Mark Watney X Reader
Chapter 1
Summary: You were looking forward to your month on Mars, but what happens when a month-long mission becomes indefinite? Will you and Mark make it back home, or were you doomed from the start?
Character(s): Mark Watney, Chris Beck, Melissa Lewis, Beth Johanssen, Alex Vogel, Rick Martinez
Warning(s): Cursing, Injuries
You stared out the window as you ate, watching the endless expanse of darkness spin around the ship. A week from now, you would be on Mars, conducting geological surveys and testing core samples. You were a chemist first and foremost, but you were also sort of a jack of all trades aboard the Hermes. You could fix things, run telemetry, conduct space walks, keep the plants alive, identify minerals, and of course you had a fair bit of medical training. It was because of your proficiency for all things scientific that you landed yourself a spot in Ares 3.
The excitement practically radiated off of you. You were so stoked, you couldn't even eat the food in front of you. So much to see, so many samples to run! You hoped there would be signs of past water in Acidalia Planitia!
"You know Y/L/N, the food is supposed to go into your mouth." Beck strolled in with his water bottle in hand. Evidently he was here for a refill.
"Thanks for the tip, doctor. I'll keep that in mind." You said before shoveling a spoonful of rehydrated ravioli into your maw.
"You looked lost in thought there, wanna share with the class?" He asked as the water reclaimer slowly filled his bottle.
"Just thinking about Mars," you shrugged.
"Ah, for a second there I thought you were thinking about your botanist," Chris smirked.
You stared daggers into his back. "My botanist?"
Beck grinned at you over his shoulder. "Well who else would you be thinking about? You've got such a wistful look in your eyes, I thought for sure your mind was on him."
"You really need to stop with the teasing Beck. It's a small ship, it'll get back to him eventually," you grumbled.
"Look, I just call it like I see it."
"Well, you're seeing wrong."
"You've been more and more distracted lately, there's no way it's only because of Mars," Beck chuckled. Dammit. You hated when he was right. You did like Mark, but let's be honest here. Who wouldn't like Mark? He was funny, smart, and he looked way too good in his grey flight suit. Completely unfair.
"God, you can be so annoying," you laughed.
"Only because I'm right."
"Mark and I are just friends, that's all we're ever going to be. Even if we didn't work together, and for the government no less, there's no way he'd ever go for the likes of me."
"What makes you say that?" Beck tilted his head curiously.
"Have you seen him?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Dude, he's like the second most attractive person on this ship!"
"Second?!"
"Objectively speaking, Johanssen is the first. Her posters sold out like hot cakes!"
"I know Johanssen is first! I meant, how is he second? What about me?"
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Who's the one who got the super sexy Under Armor ad again?"
"... Y/N? How many times have you watched that ad?" Beck laughed.
"Shut up."
"It must have been a lot for it to be this fresh in your mind."
"Don't you have a computer nerd to go flirt with?"
"Don't you have a botanist to ogle?"
You groaned and pushed your food away, but Beck scooted it right back. "Fine, fine. No more teasing for today," he laughed. "Just make sure you finish your food, it's important that you eat well."
"What if I'm not hungry?" you asked.
"Eat anyway, doctor's orders," Beck sassed as he left the dining area with his water.
You snickered and poked at your ravioli. If only you could just follow your heart like Beck. He was set on Beth and nobody was going to keep him from her. You just hoped he'd wait until after the mission to make it official for the sake of his career.
Of course you wanted to date Mark. Beck wasn't wrong on that front, but relationships are strictly prohibited among crew-mates. Maybe if you didn't work together, you might have worked up the courage. Probably not, but it would have at least been an option.
You slowly ate the rest of your cold meal and tried to think about anything else. Anything but the plant-loving engineer who had a choke-hold on your heart.
~~~
Mark groaned and climbed out of his bunk. It had to be at least two in the morning... at least according to the Kennedy Space Center. Jeez, he was starving. Luckily their food reserves came with snacks for just such an occasion! He exited his quarters and looked toward the room beside his. The door was open, which was quite a surprise. You were normally asleep by now, and Martinez was keeping an eye on the telemetry tonight. What were you doing awake?
Watney made his way to the dining area and took a look at all of his options. Hmmmm... trail mix it is. He grabbed a bag and took the ladder to the zero g portion of the ship. Everything was quiet except for the hum of the ship and Rick clicking his pen in the cockpit. He decided not to bother the pilot and instead went in search of his favorite crew-mate.
He found you floating in the cupola with your earbuds in. You watched as Mars inched ever closer, calling you to its surface. Mark couldn't resist the urge. He grinned mischievously and grabbed your ankle, causing you to yelp in surprise.
Mark laughed as you smacked him on the shoulder half-heartedly, "Mark! you scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry, sorry!" he floated up and settled beside you. "I saw an opportunity and I had to take it."
"Jerk," you laughed and returned your focus to the lonely red planet.
"What are you doing up?" Mark asked.
"I could ask you the same question."
"I was hungry," he caught a floating peanut in his mouth and looked at you as he ate. "And you?"
"I couldn't sleep. I'm too excited," you admitted with a smile. "Ever since I was little, I wanted to go to Mars... I can't believe it's actually happening."
Mark smiled gently and watched as your eyes sparkled with adventure. That was one of the things he loved most about you. He loved seeing you light up when you learn something new or complete something for the first time. And for the few instances you failed, he loved watching you gear up to try it again. Nothing could shake you when you had your mind set on something. (He wished you had your mind set on him...)
This was a lifelong dream of yours, something you'd thought about, planned for, and fought tooth and nail to achieve. Now here you were, watching all of the pieces fall into place. Mark felt so lucky he got to be on this mission with you, that he'd get to see every moment of excitement, every vivid dream become a reality.
"What are you listening to?" he grabbed your earbud and stuck it in his ear. He grinned.
Hold me closer, tiny dancer. Count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today.
You scooted closer to Mark so he could listen with you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to keep you steady. Oh what Watney would give to stay with you like this. Floating softly, slowly, taking in the view. He offered you his bag of trail mix with a cheeky smile. You laughed lightly and grabbed a bite. Fuck. He loved your laugh. He would listen to it on repeat if he could.
"Hold me closer tiny dancer," He mumbled along with the song as the chorus kicked back up.
"Count the headlights on the highway," you whispered back.
~~~
Finally.
Mars was so close, you could almost touch it! And here in a few hours, you would be~
You suited up for your ride in the MDV and helped Martinez and Johanssen with the pre-flight checks. Mark and Beck were loading the descent vehicle with everyone's personal items and Vogel was making sure all of the Hermes experiments were on autopilot. Commander Lewis oversaw the whole operation and kept in contact with Mission Control about the progress being made.
Once all the checks had been made and all the cargo had been loaded, everyone piled into the MDV and prepared for descent.
You took a deep breath as you checked the on-board navigation. You were really going to make it! You were going to walk on Mars! You checked, double checked, even triple checked your numbers before giving Lewis a thumbs up.
"We are go for separation," she told Martinez.
"At your command," Martinez said, poised to initiate the separation.
"Launch," Lewis said.
Your heart rate increased as the MDV shuttered out of the docking port. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD!
"Approaching ten meters from Hermes," Johanssen said.
"Engine power readings are nominal. Ship internal pressure is stable." You said, unable to keep the excited quiver from your voice. The cabin was quiet for a few minutes. The tension could be cut with a knife. It wasn't a bad kind of tension. It was exciting, like teetering at the top of the world's tallest roller coaster.
"Approaching two kilometers from Hermes. Go for engine start up," Beth said.
"Martinez, go for engine burn," Lewis said.
You squeezed the arms of your seat and closed your eyes. This was the hardest part for you. You'd worked in the International Space Station before and reentry was your downfall. What was worse about entering Mars was that there was no water to break your fall if you crashed.
You felt a gentle pressure on your hand and looked up to find Mark already watching you with a smile on his face. He squeezed your hand as the MDV inched closer and closer to Mars.
"Hanging in there?" he chuckled.
"By a thread," you joked.
"You got this, tiny dancer," Mark winked.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. You both listened as Lewis and Martinez went back and forth calling out each action they performed. Mars completely filled the window.
You held onto Mark a little tighter.
~~~
The actual mission started off promising enough. The landing was good, setting up the Hab was a breeze, and life support was running at maximum efficiency. Unfortunately, life seemed to have this obsession with throwing you curve balls.
You scowled as you watched the screen while the storm outside raged on like an angry god.
"Jesus, we're gonna end up in Oz," Watney said. "What's the abort speed?"
"Technically one fifty kph. Any more than that and the MAV's in danger of tipping." Martinez said.
"Any predictions on the storm track?" Lewis asked.
"This is the edge of it. It's gonna get worse before it gets better," Johanssen replied.
"All right, prep for abort. We'll go to the MAV and hope for the best. If the wind gets too high, we'll launch."
If only that were the end of your misfortune. You literally had the audacity to think: 'How could this get any worse?' You got your answer when Mark was struck by a piece of flying debris. His vitals were offline, his suit depressurized on impact. He was likely dead, but still you were searching for him. The only trouble with that was you couldn't see two feet in front of you. The dust was thick and the wind was threatening your stability.
"WATNEY!" You called out, hoping the urgency in your voice would stir your friend from his incapacitation. "Watney, please respond."
"Y/L/N, I need you to get back to the MAV," Lewis ordered.
"But he could still be-"
"This isn't up for discussion. MAV. Now."
"I'm not leaving him behind. I know if it were any of us, he wouldn't give up. Not when there's still hope we could be alive."
"He's dead Y/L/N. W-we need to go, please," Beck pleaded.
You closed your eyes and forced down a cry. You didn't want it to be true, but Beck was right. Of course he was right. You were in denial... Still, you couldn't do it. If he was dead, you needed to see it for yourself. What if the numbers were wrong? What if-
You were struck with a sudden, blinding pain.
"Y/N!!" Lewis cried.
That was the last thing you heard before everything went dark.
~~~
Mark awoke with a gasp to the sound of beeping in his helmet.
"Oxygen level critical." A robotic voice said, causing him to pant heavily. His abdomen really fucking hurt. It took all his willpower to sit up. When he looked down, he found the source of his pain. The antenna for the com dish had turned him into a human shish kabob! He let out a cry as he tried to keep the antenna steady. Every movement sent a shock through his tired body.
Watney paused when he heard static in his helmet.
"Wa---y... W---ey c--- -n. Watney, If yo--- the-- please respond!"
"Y-Y/N?" Mark winced.
"Watney! Oh my god!" You sounded on the verge of tears. "I thought you were dead! I've been trying to call you for hours!" You sniffed and leveled your voice as much as you could. He could tell you were still coming down from your emotions. "What's your status?"
He groaned and pressed his head against the sand bank. "I've been impaled. Small puncture. Feel like shit," he said through heavy panting.
"Can you make it back to the Hab?" You asked.
"Yeah, I'll make it. I don't think it's deep enough to kill me." He stood up and immediately screamed.
"Mark! Are you okay? What happened?!"
"Antenna is still attached to the dish," he said through gritted teeth. He made quick work of the wire and struggled to his feet. "W-where are you? What's your status?"
"I'm trapped under the MDV. It plowed through me when I was looking for you. I'm not sure you can get me out in your condition."
Mark looked around and found the partially-mangled MDV a short distance away. Watney clutched his side and hobbled over, fearing the worst. He choked when he saw you. You were being crushed from the waist down by a fucking space ship. "O-oh my-"
"It's not as bad as it looks. I landed in some really soft sand. I managed to dig myself out from underneath, but I hit something solid and now I'm literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. The sand shifted under the MDV and now my chest hurts, but I can still feel my legs," you sighed and closed your eyes. "You need to get back to the Hab, Mark-"
"I'm not going to leave you." He grunted as he stepped closer. "If I lift this thing, can you pull yourself out?"
"Mark that's-"
"Can you?"
You grimaced and nodded, "Yes."
Mark nodded back and racked his adrenaline fueled brain for an idea of how to get you out. Still panting, he grabbed a metal bar from the ground and shoved it under the MDV. "On three," he said.
"One."
"Two."
Three."
He shoved the bar down and the ship eased up just enough for you to drag yourself out. You screamed as a searing, blinding pain ripped through your ribs. Mark felt his stomach drop at the sound.
He reached for you, but you pushed yourself into an unsteady standing position. "Fuck," you bit out and stumbled forward. "M-Mark" You inspected his wound. "Come on, we have to get this treated right now." You wrapped a supportive arm around his back and helped him shuffle back to the Hab.
His panting and gasps had only grown more pained as he stepped into the empty habitation. What little adrenaline he had left was wearing off. You rushed out of your suit as quickly as possible and helped Mark undress.
"Do you want to pull it out, or do you want me to do it?" you asked with as much calm as you could muster.
"I'll do it," he bit out. After a series of short, shallow breaths, he ripped the antenna out with a gut wrenching scream. You didn't have time to feel distraught as you shoved down his suit. He placed his hand on the wound. "There's something in it," he managed.
"Sit down," you ushered him to a chair and slid on some gloves. You made quick work in cutting away his shirt, administered a series of injections for pain and infection, and grabbed the retractor and forceps. "I'm sorry Mark, there isn't time to wait for the medicine," You didn't hesitate to insert the retractor and open the wound. He tossed his head back and blew out a long, shaky sigh. You bit the inside of your cheek and grabbed the object with the forceps. Carefully, you pulled it out and sat it in a dish. Mark groaned deeply. He was so pale and sweaty. You wanted to reach out and hold him, but you had a job to finish.
With the hard part done, you were able to relax and clean him up. The stitches were the final step. By then, the medicine was kicking in and Mark's strangled cries slowly turned into steady breathing. You leaned back in your chair and relished in the sound before standing up. You felt around your ribs for a moment and huffed before grabbing Mark some juice.
"Thank you..." He said, taking the bottle with shaking hands.
"You're welcome," you sighed and carded your fingers through his damp hair.
"Are you okay?" He rasped.
"I'm fine, just a couple broken ribs on the right side. I'll live." You gave him a tight smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I just ran a marathon," he chuckled, then winced.
"We should get you to bed-"
"Not yet," He shifted awkwardly in his seat. "There's an elephant in the room..."
"Ah," you sighed and sat down across from him, pushing away the pain in your ribs.
"What are we gonna do?" Mark murmured.
"Our odds aren't the best, but we'll make it work," you reassured him though you weren't sure it was the truth.
He closed his eyes and blew out a sigh. "You should be safe on the Hermes..." He swallowed. There were many stupid nights he wished you and him were the only two people in the world. Now he was beginning to realize how selfish that was. You were trapped on Mars because of him. If he hadn't have stopped to suggest the stupid rover plan, none of this would have happened.
"You should be too," you pressed a hand to his knee, sending a trail of goosebumps up his leg. Even now, you had him entranced with a single touch. "We should both be on our way home right now, instead we're here. But we're trained for this... We'll make it back, we're just gonna be fashionably late is all," you gave his knee a squeeze and pulled back.
"Can I see it?" he asked.
"See what?"
"Your ribs."
You opened your mouth to disagree, but decided a second pair of eyes on it might be for the best. You slowly lifted your shirt. Mark paled again as his eyes fell on your ruined abdomen. The whole thing was covered in splotches of purple and blue. Your back wasn't much better and he was sure your chest had received similar treatment.
His fingers ghosted over the bruises. "Shit," he whispered.
"It'll buff out," you lowered the hem of your shirt.
Watney closed his eyes and wished that this was all a nightmare, but upon opening them again, all he saw was you. You looked exhausted. No, exhausted was an understatement. There wasn't a word in the English dictionary that could describe your expression. You were devastated and trying to hide it. And why wouldn't you be? You had an endless supply of family and friends expecting you home. He only really had his parents to worry about. You had your parents, siblings, nieces and nephews, all your university and work friends... It should have been him and only him. You didn't deserve to be trapped here, least of all with the lowest ranking crew-mate on Ares 3.
"So, we're in a Hab designed to last 31 days..." You thought out loud. He could tell by that look on your face that you were puzzling through something.
"If the oxygenator breaks down, we're gonna suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks, we die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, we'll explode. And if none of that happens, we starve to death." Watney said, giving in to the hopelessness of it all.
"If the oxygenator breaks, we have the spare. It's built to last 5 days for seven people. With only two of us, that will be... 30 days. More than enough time to fix the oxygenator." You thought out loud.
Ah, now he saw what you were up to. "If the water reclaimer breaks, we build a piss distillery while we fix it..." Mark corrected his earlier statement.
"We'll do bi-weekly checks on the Hab canvas to look for tears." You leaned back. "But you're right. Food is our biggest problem. We're gonna be a couple of hungry, hungry astronauts in a few months."
Mark laughed and shook his head. "Looks like we're gonna have to science the shit out of this..." He looked at you and was pleased to find you smiling back at him. "But that sounds like tomorrow-Watney's problem."
"For sure," you snickered. "There is no way I'm doing all that math tonight."
His heart fluttered as he watched the grin spread over your lips. Your enticingly soft looking lips... What is wrong with you Watney? Stop thinking about that! JEEZ... Creep... Anyway, just a moment ago, Mark was ready to give up. Now he had a little more hope that everything would turn out fine. Today fucking sucked, but tomorrow was a new day. Things are only hopeless when you give in to fear, and it was clear you had no intention of giving in.
"Y/N?"
"Hm?"
"You should run for President when we make it back."
"What?" You laughed and clutched at the spot above your broken ribs.
"I'm just sayin' I'd vote for you," he shrugged in a playful manner.
You sighed, "what am I gonna do with you, Watney?"
"Make me your Vice President?"
You raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'll settle for Secretary of Agriculture."
"How about the Secretary of Homeland Security?" You smirked.
"But that's the bottom of the line of succession," Mark grunted as he sat up.
"Exactly," you laughed before groaning and cradling your side again.
"Alright, that's enough for today," he pushed himself into a standing position. "No more laughing for... how long does it usually take for broken ribs to heal?"
"Like, six weeks."
"I knew that," he smiled and helped you stand up. "No more laughing for six weeks."
"What you're asking for is impossible," you winced. "You always make me laugh. It's why you're my best friend."
"I'm your best friend?" Mark asked, unable to hide his surprise at the admission. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around your back, worried about making the pain worse in his attempt to help you.
You huffed and leaned into him, "don't let it go to your head, Watney."
"Too late," Mark smiled and led you slowly to your bunk. It wasn't easy for either of you to maneuver with your injuries, but eventually you managed to get settled.
"Comfy?" Watney asked.
"That's a relative term," your eyes softened at him, causing the botanist to go all weak in the knees. What a mess he had gotten himself into... "Are you sure you don't need help getting into bed?"
"You took good care of me Y/L/N, It doesn't hurt so much anymore thanks to you... Maybe if the President thing doesn't work out, you could be a doctor," He leaned his bare shoulder against the ladder.
Your eyes trailed down his chest to the bandages keeping the stitches from view. Your eyes started to burn, but you pushed it down and looked up to the bunk above you. "And take Beck's job? As if~"
Mark could almost believe things were normal. That they weren't all alone in a desolate wasteland. You were an anchor. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you weren't here. Would he have the strength to try? This would have broken most normal people... was he one of them? Or was he like you? Brave, selfless, and full of resolve to keep going. His chest hurt. You had gone looking for him... and now you were here. It was his turn to be your anchor.
You felt his eyes on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet them. You felt pathetic. Once again, Watney had to pick you up when you were down. For as long as you'd known him, Mark had been your helping hand. He had a sixth sense about these things. The moment things go wrong, he's there to dig you out of the rubble. You closed your eyes and remembered being in orbit. You remembered how he covered your hand with his and made everything okay again. You couldn't keep relying on him like this. It was your turn to be his helping hand.
"Somebody's sleepy~" Mark cut through the silence.
"It's been a day," you sighed and dragged your eyes to meet his.
"A sol," he corrected.
"Smartass," you fought the urge to chuckle. "Go to bed, before I get up and make you..."
"Don't need to tell me twice," He raised his hands in defeat. Mark moved to leave, but paused and grabbed your hand. "Hey Y/N?"
"Y-yeah?"
He gave your hand the gentlest of squeezes, "you're my best friend too..."
You glowed as the smile reached your eyes.
"Don't let it go to your head," he winked.
"Too late."
You held onto Mark a little tighter.
....................
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Terminally-ill Genius Dark Knight - 161
161: Joint Martial Arts Practice [3]
In fact, there's no other clear alternative. Magic. Using fire to burn everything down to the roots is the most definite method. But right now, I canât do that.
Why?
There are other reasons, but the biggest issue is that weâre inside a cave.
Using powerful fire magic here now?
'Weâll definitely die. Either from the smoke or the cave collapsing.'
"Listen carefully. Donât use any magic except binding spells. Just support my sword. You can use Haste or basic assist magic, right?"
"WhatâŚ! Youâre going to handle all of them by yourself?"
"Do we have another option?"
Eleanor was silent for a moment but quickly agreed.
"âŚ..I understand. I wonât hold you back."
Thereâs no other choice. Isn't the situation just that bad? Unfortunately, if she let his pride get in the way, weâll all be dead.
She mustâve thought that listening to me was the best option here.
'Besides, Iâve already handled situations like this a few times before.'
However, the fact that I always risk my life is a bit of a problem. But Iâve managed to endure it somehow.
Of course, I didnât think I'd be unlucky enough to run into an Ent just like now. And I couldn't even imagine that we came into this cave just to rest, only to end up fighting them⌠Anyway.
I have the power to turn this situation around. I wasn't able to bring it since I couldn't put it in my spatial pouch, but I secretly asked Fuller the Tailor to craft something for me, and now that new skill is finally coming in handy.
[Sub-Inventory].
Itâs a skill Fuller attached to my uniform, allowing me to bypass the subspace interference restrictions. Fuller had a reason for attaching this skill. For example, he's confident that no one would try to cheat at Eldain.
By rule, all the test processes the students go through are observed by the professors, so thereâs no reason for inspection. Either way, itâs a skill that is directly linked to survival. It's fine if I consider Fuller enchanting the socket with a happy feeling. He's a character with a lot of emotions after all.
I quickly started equipping my private gears. For example, [Astrid von Kaliud Orb +10] or basic equipment from the 4th commercial district The [Dwarf Workshop] isnât fully set up yet, so the effects aren't that great. But thatâs only when the enhancements are weak. There is absolutely no problem for me to use it now Even if the monsters in front of me were Ents higher than [High Class] that surpasses griffins.
Shing!
[Stormbringer is absorbing the userâs mana!]
Stormbringer, now coated in black, slices through the enemy cleanly. Its regeneration is fast, but I swing even faster to keep up.
From below to a diagonal strike upward. The sword that struck upward now draws to the ground, spinning half a turn, it slashes through the Entâs flesh before returning to my reach.
[You have activated 'Black Blade Chain of Flashes'.]
Lately, Iâve been feeling it more. Ever since my swordsmanship advanced to the high level, [Black Blade Chain of Flashes] has been speeding up with every attack I make. For example, if I could slash twice per second at the start, later I can slash three or four times. I can feel slowly that I've been getting stronger as I level up.
Boomââ! Boomââ! Boomââ!
[You have defeated 3 Ents.]
[The 'Ring of Black Flame' effect has extended your lifespan by 24 hours.]
'So each Ent gives me 8 hours, huh? These guys are worth it.'
In the blink of an eye, three Ents fell to the ground. But Eleanorâs binding spell was starting to breakâthat wasnât good news. I immediately used [Black Blade Flash] to delay the breaking of the spell.
Haa.
After catching my breath, I surveyed the surroundings and saw that we were surrounded by enemies. At the cave entrance and inside, towering giants with the color of old wood were standing. Even if I just rough estimate it, there were more than 30 of them.
I estimated there could be over 50. They filled this spacious cave⌠that seems about right.
But I have to do this.
They aren't even demons, there's no way Iâm allowing a dead-ending in a place like this. I focused, raised my sword, and started cutting down enemies. I could see the enemies gradually starting to hesitate.
"[Haste]! [Strength]! Huff⌠is this right?"
Just in time, Eleanorâs support came through.
As the blue magic turned green, soon it sank into my body. I could feel my body getting lighter and stronger. I donât know the exact numbers, but it definitely wasnât small. My physical strength mustâve improved by at least 0.5.
Though it's sudden. As expected, she really is a genius. Sheâs already mastered basic magic theory. Support magic already surpasses the basic magic theory after all. No way sheâd hold me back here right? Even if her natural talent leans more toward money, her magical ability is nothing to scoff at. Rather, it's correct to see it as outstanding.
"Keep going. Be careful not to drain your mana."
[Human! Hurting treesâŚ! Yurusan (Unforgiveable)!]
"I didn't mean to⌠either way, you're not going to listen anyway, are you?"
[Againââ! You set firesââ! You will destroy our homeââ!]
He must be talking about the Northern War in the past. But I wasn't involved in that, and there's no reason to back down from them. After all, they are trying to kill me anyway. No point in overthinking it.
"Do you have any proof I did that? Go complain to the ones who are already dead."
What an annoying bunch. I suddenly thought, I wondered if Astrid's laziness was rubbing off on me. But no matter what, I can't afford to let her laziness get into me. I took a deep breath, repeating that to myself.
From the upper dantian center to the middle dantian. The lower dantian was barely open, like a rat tail, and while there hasn't been significant progress yet⌠Still, It's clear that Iâm much better off than before. No need to overthink it.
Someone who can fight on even footing with an Ent? And fought not just one or two, but dozens? There probably arenât many even among the Academy's professors.
I remind myself. Though it's sudden, I've grown stronger after overcoming quite a lot of life-death situations. For that, I've been driven by a strong will and determination to protect whatâs precious to me.
"Come at me."
I said it with a slight smirk. Since it had become like this anyway, might as well enjoy it.
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Two of the Four Sages. When Noah and Astrid arrived at the lecture room where the practical lesson was taking place. By then, the portal that Nox and Eleanor had passed through was almost completely closed. If nothing major happens in the next ten days, the portal will open again. Either way, this test is designed to make students encounter illusions and battle the unknown monsters created there, so thereâs no real danger of getting hurt.
At least, that's the story on the surface. Noah asked, but her usual innocent look was missing.
"Hello?"
Something isn't right. Aleph von Dastein unconsciously held his breath and thought like that. Noah von Trinity. Why is one of the Four Sages here?
'âŚWhy is that monster coming here? Normally, no one beat her in laziness'
The Lecture room was empty. Everyone was busy with the practical training in the subspace, and the only formula I set was the one Nox and Eleanor used. There's no way she came here just because the formula setup had changed slightly, right?
Even for one of the Four Sages, that's impossible. Unless she had been watching the entire process from the start. What made even less sense was why Noah von Trinity, of all people, was observing a low-level practice like this. He didn't even hear this from the other professors.
"Professor Aleph."
What's worse, Noahâs voice, which called out to him, had a slight edge of irritation.
'I don't know who the person next to her was⌠but Noah being here was dangerous'
Since he had never seen Astrid before, he had no idea what kind of monster was standing in front of him. Unlike Lars, who was a renowned professor that been informed beforehand and aware of her existence, this was a different situation. Astrid von Kaliud. As mentioned before, sheâs a dragon, and in the beginning of Inner Lunatic, many people believed dragons had completely disappeared. Moreover, for a mage like Astrid, hiding her true identity wasnât difficult. She had revealed herself to Lars because there was clear evidence that he wasn't a demonic human (though mostly because it was troublesome), but this time was different.
Mage that could erase all traces of their presence without leaving a sign behind. That's the four sages.
And so Aleph was making a foolish decision. He was only focusing on Noahâs actions, paying no attention to Astrid.
Noah smiled brightly as she touched the formula he had altered.
âDangerous!â
First team. Out of all things, what is her reason for approaching the formula used to transfer Nox and the others? Did she already know something? Aleph suddenly remembered what Noah had said during the professor's meeting. There's a bad smell, and they wonât be able to hide forever. Why did that statement come to mind now, of all times?
'Damn it. I canât think straight.'
"Dean Noah, it wouldâve been nice if youâd sent word ahead of time."
"Since when do I need a professorâs permission? Especially from you, Aleph, who isnât even a full professor yet."
Her voice was as cold and cutting as ice. Aleph was certain. This is dangerous.
Before Noah continued her speaking, Aleph had already released his mana and prepared for battle. He hadnât expected one of the Four Sages to show up here, so his body tensed up instinctively.
"Did the game hide and seek fun?"
Alephâs pupils narrowed, and at that moment, he could see blood spattered. It was coming from his own body. It didnât take long for him to realize that it was frost slash.
Aleph quickly removed his top and began regenerating his skin. He soon realized that the part that had been blown off was his arm. However, Noah von Trinity moved faster than he could regenerate.
Bang!
With a violent blast, his other arm was blown off. He hasn't even completed the regeneration.
'This is⌠not good. I need to break through and get out of here for now'
He thought this, but no answer came quickly. It was at that moment, when Noah was briefly pondering, humming to herself.
'That's it! If I attack the woman next to Noah von TrinityâŚ! There's possibility!'
With that thought, Aleph moved quickly. Since he couldn't use his arms, he spat out a poison needle he had hidden in his mouth. The needle flew with blinding speed. He was confident. Only the Four Sages or the Three Sword Emperors could react to this attack.
But there was one variable he hadnât accounted for.
"What is. this thing"
[She blocked it?!]
The person standing before him was one of the Four Sages. And that person was the [Flame Mage], Magic God Astrid.
"âŚ.."
whoosh
As Astrid lightly waved her hand, the chains surged up from the ground and arrested Aleph, binding his limbs.
As if it were tiresome, Astrid used the chains to pry open Aleph's mouth, making it impossible for him to bite his tongue and commit suicide. Astrid approached him slowly.
"Stay still. I have a lot of questions to ask. Dying early would be inconvenient."
Yet his gaze was fixed not on Noah but on the mage who had attacked him. Aleph knew that only a few individuals could wield such magic. With blood splattering from his mouth, Aleph forced himself to speak.
[You⌠what are you? Who are you to have such power?!]
"Astrid. Are you done talking, demonic human?"
Astrid tilted her head slightly as she spoke. Alephâs face turned pale with fear. It was a sensation he felt for the first time in his life.
Astridâs slit pupils scanned him up and down. It was only then that Aleph realized.
The monster standing before him, on par with Noah, was none other than Astrid von Kaliud, one of the Four Sages.
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[N1A1] Chapter 1: Mash Burnedead and the Forest of Forewarning
(from Mash Burnedead and the Book of Adventures) Choose what Mash does next! Poll under Read More.
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âWhere is this?â
It was a dark forest blowing with a damp breeze.
The presence of living things could be felt everywhere among the trees and flowers growing thickly in search of sunlight. However, only darkness could be seen when one turns to look.
âJust, where on earthâŚâŚâ
Mash Burnedead runs with his jet-black robes fluttering and his mushroom-shaped black hair flowing. He is a first-year student at Easton Magic Academy, a school near this forest.
Night falls early in forests.
Surely this place, too, will soon be swallowed up by the darkness.
Of course, there is a reason why this young man is running alone in the forest at this hour.
A few hours agoâ
*
Easton Magic Academy is located at the top of a steep mountain with strangely-shaped rocks that reach for the sky.
After finishing class, Mash Burnedead returns to Adler House, one of the three student dormitories under Easton that symbolizes "courage and conviction."
The reason why he returned a little later than the other students is probably because he was off shopping somewhere. As proof of that, look, he has a paper bag in his handâ
"......?"
As Mash reaches out to open the door, he notices something.
The paper bag that shouldâve been in his hand until just a second ago is gone.
"Huh?"
Mash flaps his long robe, taking it off a little and turning it inside out to search through it, but he can't find it anywhere.
"Why?"
It contained freshly-baked cream puffs that he had gone all the way into town after school to buy. He ate most of them on the way back to the dormitory, but he did save three as tomorrow morning's snackâ
Mash, who is looking at his empty hands in wonder, hears a small noise.
"......!"
Turning around in a second, Mash sees it.
A small black creature crawled into the bushes beside him.
Wait, that creature is holding the paper bag containing the three cream puffs!
Clenching his fists, Mash was about to follow it when he heard his name called from behind.
"Mash-kun, what's wrong?"
"Ah, Finn-kun."
Turning his head in a matter of seconds again, he found his roommate, Finn Ames, who lives with him in Room 302 of house Adler. Finn, wearing the same Adler dormitory robe as Mash, asks in confusion.
âYour neck seems to be spinning; are you okay?â
"I'm not okay."
âEhh!? Can I have a look?â
As he told a worried Finn that âit's not my neck,'' Mash sat down on his knees in disappointment.
"They took awayâŚâŚ cream puffsâŚâŚ"
"Eh, who did!?"
"A small creature, about this size, and blackâŚâŚ"
Mash holds up both hands as though holding a cat and repeats âabout this size.â Finn crouches too, saying âabout this size?â and moved his hands like heâs holding a cat in the same way.
âNo, maybe itâs more like this.â
âEh? Isnât it the same?â
âNo, it feels a little bigger.â
Finn, who has gone along with Mash's particularity, corrected himself with an âabout this size, right.'' Looking as though heâs reminded of something, he says:
"Ah, then it might be the work of a troll. There are rumors that trolls have been appearing around here lately, you know."
âTroll?â
"Yeah, it's rumored that even though it's small, it's a big eater. The other day, the cafeteriaâs foodstuff went missing as well. Maybe Mash-kun's cream puffs too..."
Before Finn could finish speaking, Mash, who had been slumped until a moment ago, flew out.
"I'll go get them back."
*
Furthermore, there was something unfamiliar here.
It's a square mound of earth. Although it is only a few dozen centimeters high, it measures 6 or 7 meters square and looks like a small stage. But, it's only dirt.
Looking closely, one could see that a perfect circle has been drawn on the mound with straw or something.
Two short lines are in the center of that circle.
Just as he was wondering if this was a bit too simple for a magic circle, a small black shadow appeared without a sound in the center of the circle.
"!"
It's the troll.
The troll he had been looking for was beckoning Mash from the top of the mound.
âăIt was convenient for the troll to come out, so approach it as invitedăăăăTo âďź
âăThis is a trap. Let's observe the situation without going up on the moundăăăăTo âďźďź
[Notes: The circle seems to be a sumo wrestling ring.
My initial plan was to have the poll up for two days, but apparently polls on tumblr can only be set to either one day or one week. I'm going with one day for now; we'll see how it goes!]
#mashle#mashle magic and muscles#mash burnedead and the book of adventures#mash burnedead#finn ames#wei translates#hopefully we get him a good ending haha
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unexpected- day 3 of 7
by: @kurtsascot
day 1, day 2
POLL AT END DECIDES BLAINEâS LIE
âââ
âWait-My apartmentâs only ten minutes away. Let me lend you some clothes. At least.â Blaine hurries to add, âYou can use my laundry room to treat that stain.â
Kurt blinks, taken aback. âReally?â
For a second, Blaine wonders if he overstepped, but Kurt doesnât look put off. He looks flattered? Maybe? âReally.â Blaine shoves his bare hands into his pockets. Now that the coffee is cooling, his hands are starting to feel the bite in the air, and the skin between his fingers is starting to stick to itself. His pockets offer some insulation. And having someplace to put his hands stops him from fidgeting. âI donât mind.â Spending more time with Kurt is the opposite of a problem.
Kurt fights a smile. âI mean- Are you sure? I⌠I wouldnât want to impose,â he drawls, searching Blaineâs face for any hesitation.
âItâs the least I can do.â Blaine gives Kurtâs arm a playful poke, trying to put on a convincing front of confidence while his heart threatens to pound out of his chest. âUnless you would rather launder Vivienne Westwood over a public sink of questionable cleanliness?â He quips.
âNo,â Kurt laughs, âNo, I would not.â
He exhales, airy and deliberate, his relief dancing and lingering under Blaineâs skin, and ushers Blaine forward, âLead the way, my assailant.â
The walk back Blaineâs is quiet. Itâs not unpleasant, but itâs not exactly relaxed either; the bustle of New York City mid-morning doesnât lend itself to easy conversation.
Besides, Blaineâs far too nervous to think of anything coherent to say.
He canât resist stealing a few glances. Kurt catches him a couple times, but only smiles, and doesnât question it.
Itâs not until Blaineâs unlocking his front door that it hits him that heâs really about to lead Kurt into his apartment, and a wave of panic floods his chest.
âSorry,â Blaine says as soon as steps through the doorway, hurrying over to the coffee table to tidy up, flinging his school bag somewhere near the front door. His apartment is clean- Blaine values comfort and heâs naturally a tidy person, but he would have put more effort into making his place ready for visitors if he knew he was going to bringing Kurt here- âItâs a bit of a mess.â
Kurt makes a noise in protest, shutting the door behind him. âYou werenât expecting company. I donât mind.â He watches Blaine straighten the assortment of coursework strewn over his living area and tilts his head. âYou donât have to clean up for me,â he chuckles, then reprimands, âDidnât you say you were running late? You donât look like you are in a hurry.â
Blaine feels himself blush, focusing his attention on his hands and the clutter beneath them. âAh, well-â Whatâs he supposed to say?! He doesnât want to appear obsessive. Even if he kind of is. âIt took me forever to get my coffee-â
Kurt cuts in, shrugging off his coat, âIt looked like they were running on a skeleton crew-â
âThey were,â Blaine finishes, trying not to stare at Kurtâs flexed hands and how his arms fill and stretch his dress shirt, as he loops his puffer around his forearm. âI want to help you- I wasnât going to make it to class anyway.â
Kurt raises an eyebrow. âWhat class?â
#glee#glee polls#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#klaine#byo klaine fic event#klaine fanfiction#no truth option sorry teehee#how much drama do you guys want?
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Lemuria Pottery- Chapter one
Rafayel x y/n, pottery au?
You decide to take some pottery classes at a pottery studio run by Rafayel...
I rushed through the doors of the quaint, small, pottery studio downtown. l had always wanted to take a class here, drawn to the decor I could spot from the outside. The problem was, I had no one to go with. I had tried, and failed, many times to get someone to go with me. So I finally bit the bullet and decided to just take a pottery class alone. How bad could it be? Then I woke up late the day of the class, threw on some clothes and did my makeup on the way there. When I stepped, or really burst, through the doors, I was greeted by many eyes on me, which made me regret even coming in the first place. Even more so when it appeared everyone was there as a couple, or at least friends, but the closeness of many of them told me otherwise. âYou must be (y/n)?â a voice asked. I turned to see a man tying on an apron with a smile. I nodded, stunned by his appearance and suddenly regretting my outfit choice. I had no time to really think, just throwing on some sweats and a tee shirt. âGlad you made it, there should be an open seat there,â he pointed to an empty station near the back of the room. I nodded and quickly grabbed an apron, as everyone else already had and sat down as quickly as possible. Off to such a great, embarrassing start.
The class was taught by the same man who had greeted me at the door. He introduced himself as Rafayel, the owner of the studio. We all got started, sketching a design and then learning to throw the clay on the wheel. The class I had signed up for was actually a set of classes, as I wanted to do this right. Today was the first of three. After Rafayel explained the basics of what to do, he let us try it ourselves, reminding us that today was more about getting a feel for the art, rather than completing our entire project in that class. I had decided to play it safe and attempt to make a simplistic vase. But that was more for next week, today I was just focusing on trying to understand what affected the clay and how. Needless to say, I was struggling. I took a peek around the room, watching a couple working together on their piece. Another couple just having fun with the clay. Rafayel walked around, helping those he could. I sighed. This was a terrible idea. I should have known the class would be filled with couples. I sighed, looking down at the clump of clay on my wheel. I couldnât let my money go to waste though, so I had to make this vase and I wanted it to be good. So I began again, attempting to slowly press down my foot on the pedal and wrapping my hands around the clay to shape it. It thunked against my hands, the wheel beginning to spin too fast before I quickly lifted my foot off the pedal in fear of the clump flying across the room. Unknown to me, Rafayel had watched the scene, a small smirk on his face. âTry adding some more water to it,â he instructed me. I looked up at him, his presence only just being known to me. âOh, uh, okay,â I answered. I moved my hands to the bowl of water next to me and dipped my hands in, adding water to the clay. I looked up at him and he nodded. So I continued, readying my hands and beginning to add pressure to the pedal to make the wheel spin. And it all went wrong. I miscalculated the pressure my foot was adding, making the wheel spin far faster than it should. The added water made the clay slide around, flinging small clumps of watery clay onto my face and clothes. I yelped, immediately moving my hands away and lifting my foot up. But the clay didnât like not being held while spinning fast and it jumped off of the wheel straight towards Rafayel. He was quick, catching it before it hit him in the stomach. My jaw dropped in shock. âOh my GodâŚI am so sorry,â I said, stunned. âI- well, I don't even know what happened. Good God this is the worst. Iâm sorry-â I began stuttering, still in utter shock. I heard a gentle laugh and looked to see Rafayel trying hard not to laugh. Failing, and bursting into laughter.Â
âIs your foot made of lead? Iâve never seen a wheel spin so fast!â he laughed, causing some of the couples to look over and see what he was laughing at, some hiding their laughter from me. My face heated up and I began to sweat, completely embarrassed and feeling a panic attack approach. I lowered my head, screaming at my brain to calm down and ignore their laughter. Why did I think this was a good idea? Slowly, Rafayel crouched down and met my eyes, tears beginning to well up in them and I avoided eye contact. âHey,â he softly said, attempting to grab my attention, but failing to grab my eyes. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to upset you. Itâs no big deal, really. Iâve done plenty worse in my days. Why donât you go wash up and then I can help you when youâre feeling a bit better, yeah?â I nodded, wanting to get away and honestly never come back to this studio again. âHead up the stairs and go in the door to the right. Thereâs a bathroom down the hall to the left, second door on the left, got it?â I nodded, though was a bit confused on where this supposed bathroom was. I was under the impression this studio only had one floor. Rafayel extended his hand to me and I nervously took it, him pulling me to my feet and nodding his head in the direction of a staircase I had only just now noticed. I quickly made my way to the stairs, not daring to look at anyone in the room. How embarrassing.Â
There was only one door when you went up the stairs, so thatâs the one I went through and was suddenly confused. I was met with the view of a cluttered, but chic living room. Does Rafayel live above the pottery studio? Why had he told me to go up here for a bathroom? Blinking away some tears that had escaped, I turned to the left to see a hallway and went down it to find a bathroom. It was a standard bathroom, though honestly it was much easier to calm down in than a typical public restroom. I sat on the edge of the bath, steadying my breath. Once I began to feel calmer, the embarrassment slightly less painful, I stood to take in my appearance. I had bits of clay everywhere. I winced at the sight. I turned on the sink and attempted to get off as much as I could, frowning as I realized my makeup would come off with it. It was that or clay all over my face, so I chose no makeup and clay. I took another deep breath before opening the door and heading back through what I assumed was Rafayelâs place. I felt like I was impeding on his space, but I couldnât help but glance at the artwork spread throughout. There were gorgeous paintings as well as pottery, equally as aesthetic. I shut the door behind me and quickly made my way back downstairs and to my seat. Thankfully, no one seemed to pay attention to it. I knew most people wouldnât even remember the fiasco, instead remembering how much fun they had with their significant other, but I surely would remember. A few minutes after I sat down, Rafayel came over to me. âIâm sorry again, I really didnât mean to upset you,â he said, keeping his voice down for only me to hear. I shook my head.Â
âYouâre fine, really. Itâs just a me thing,â I chuckled. He nodded.Â
âBetter now though? Wanna try again?â he asked. I nodded. He grabbed a nearby chair and sat it down next to mine, sitting in it. I grew nervous at the close proximity. He was close. âIâll start with the pressure on the wheel, think of it like youâre driving, you donât want to floor it. Iâll begin and then you join- are you listening?â he suddenly tilted his head, smirking. I snapped out of whatever that was and nodded. âYouâre going to use the pedal and then Iâll join,â I repeated his instructions. He nodded and smiled. He pressed down, the wheel beginning to spin. Then nodded at me. I moved my foot next to his, pressing down. âUp a bit, youâre putting more pressure than I am,â he noted. I nodded, doing as he said. âThere, just like that, yeah. Perfect. See? Now itâs at a manageable pace.â I nodded. He took his foot off the pedal, just allowing me to get used to it, encouraging me or telling me to let up a bit. âNow that you have that, try doing what you did earlier, but this time it's not spinning quite so fast. Make sure to use a bit more water and make sure you have a good hold on the clay.â I nodded and slowly did as he instructed, finally successfully making the clay move. I felt myself begin to smile, finally getting somewhere as the clay raised with my hands. âPerfect,â I heard Rafayel say, looking to see him smile before standing and placing a hand on my shoulder before going to go help a couple who was struggling. I spent the rest of the class getting used to the feeling of the clay and attempting to shape it in different ways.Â
#rafayel x reader#rafayel x y/n#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel#love and deepspace#love and deepspace fanfiction
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Tiny Dancer
Summary:Â Following in her motherâs footsteps, Grace has her first big dance recital.
Part of the Back To You series
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June 2025
âOkay, so Grace has to be there in about an hour and a half,â Madeline reminded Chris as she flitted around the kitchen, collecting a few small snacks and a bottle of water to put in her bag. âSheâll need her hair in a bun, but if you canât do it then just let me know and I can fix it before she goes on stage.â
It was at least the third time that Madeline had given him that information, but considering how stressed she was about the big recital, he chose not to point that out.
âI think Iâll be able to do it, Iâve been practicing all week.â
âI know,â Madeline flashed him a smile. âYouâre probably better than me now, but if sheâs nervous and wonât sit still then I can deal with it at the theatre.â
âOkay,â Chris nodded, but as she paused her hurried movements and lifted her arms to put her hair up and out of her way - a clear sign of her stress - he took advantage of her stillness to slip his arms around her waist. âHow are you feeling?â
He felt her tension ease as she leaned into his embrace and let out the deep breath that it seemed like sheâd been holding all morning.
âIâm good,â she assured him. âIâm excited, itâs just a lot to organize. I feel like my head is spinning.â
It was a fair assessment considering it was only the third time that sheâd been in charge of organizing a recital - although she had doubts that it was something that would get easier over time - but it was also the first time she was doing it as not only the lead teacher, but as the mom of one of the dancers as well.
Despite a few delays because of the pandemic, Madeline managed to get the studio space sheâd leased when sheâd first moved home up and running by September of 2020. It wasnât a seamless process due to the kinks in the supply chain and the added interruption of her pregnancy, but after running the first fall program herself, sheâd called in reinforcements.Â
Her friend, Heidi - who sheâd been dancing with since sheâd joined the American Ballet Theatre - had retired due to an injury just a couple of years before Madeline had and after taking the time to heal, sheâd moved to Boston to teach. When Madeline had pitched the idea of her joining the little up and coming school that sheâd started, Heidi had been immediately on board. She took over classes completely while Madeline was on her maternity leave and by the time she returned, interest was rapidly growing. They decided to split the classes and take on more students with Heidi in charge of the younger kids - between three and six - while Madeline took care of the older ones - six to nine â before they could âgraduateâ and join a bigger company if they chose to continue their dancing careers.
They were still a relatively small company with only one class per age, but that still meant they had ten dances to coordinate for the recital including all the numbers with combined age groups and the perfectionist side to Madeline had her very stressed about making sure it all ran smoothly.
âIt is a lot to organize,â Chris agreed. âBut just remember what Ma said, even if youâre in charge itâs still supposed to be fun.â
âOh, itâs definitely still fun,â Madeline smiled. âI just really want to make sure it all goes well.â
âIâm sure it will,â Chris insisted, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. âAnd Iâm really proud of you for putting it all together.â
He felt Madeline squeeze him a little tighter before she pulled back and looked up at him with a smile.
âDonât say that yet, it might be a complete disaster.â
âIâm positive that it wonât be,â Chris chuckled. âYouâre all gonna do great.â
âLetâs hope so.â Madeline let out a sigh as she glanced at her phone to check the time. Seeing that she was already running a bit late, she tossed it into her bag as she grabbed the bag off of the chair. âOkay, Iâll say goodbye to Gracie, but then Iâve gotta go. Let me know if you need anything, otherwise Iâll see you when you drop her off.â
Chris nodded and pulled her in for another soothing kiss before following her to the living room. Madeline quickly wrapped Grace in a hug as she murmured her goodbyes and Chris watched as Grace hurried to the window, waving until Madelineâs car had disappeared from view. However, once her mother was out of sight, Grace turned around and let the smile fall from her face as her eyebrows furrowed together.
âDaddy, I have a question.â
Biting back a smile at her suddenly serious expression, Chris nodded his head.
âSure, Gracie, whatâs up?â
âWill Mama be mad if Iâm too scared to dance today?â
The question alone was upsetting for Chris, but the way her voice shook as she asked it wiped away any hints of his amusement.
âOf course not,â he assured her as he moved to squat down in front of her to get to her level. âYour Ma would never get mad about something like that.â
âBut Mama loves dancing,â she reminded him. âAnd sheâs never scared.â
âShe does love to dance, but she does get scared sometimes too. Sheâs actually a little nervous about today too.â
Graceâs eyes widened in surprise.
âReally?â
âAbsolutely,â Chris nodded, flashing her a smile. âEveryone gets a little scared sometimes. I used to get scared all the time before I did anything.â
âYou did?â
âI did, but do you know who was always there to help me?â Chris waited for her to shake her head before he answered. âYour Ma was. Whenever I got scared, she knew just how to make me feel better.â
It was the truth and Chris hoped that knowledge would bring Grace some comfort.Â
While Chris had prided himself on being Madelineâs protector when she got herself into more trouble than she could handle, she was always a fairly brave kid and Chris had to admit that in certain situations, he was not. Until he was about nine or ten, going anywhere without his family was practically torture for him. He hated school, he hated camp, he hated any activity that took him away from the comfort and safety of home, but despite their age difference and the fact that he was older - and should have been more emotionally stable - Madeline was always there to comfort him.Â
One memory that popped into his head was of a time when his mom had tried to force him into summer camp. Heâd cried and screamed and refused to go until she eventually took him home. Heâd sulked in his room for most of the morning, but when Madeline and her mother came over that afternoon, sheâd tracked him down and - despite being only four at the time - sheâd given him her best attempt at a pep talk and loaned him her favourite stuffed animal to take with him the next day in the hopes it would give him as much comfort as it gave her.
While heâd appreciated the gesture, it hadnât worked and he never made it to that camp, but he left that part out as he shared the anecdote with the nervous four year old in front of him.
âOh,â Grace murmured as she mulled over his story. âThat was nice.â
âIt was,â Chris smiled. âSo you donât have to worry about your Ma being upset that youâre scared, but whatâs making you so nervous?â
âEverything,â Grace sighed. âI donât want there to be too much people there.â
âThere probably will be a lot of people,â Chris admitted, feeling a wave of guilt that sheâd clearly inherited his anxious nature. âBut you can just look for me and Mama and Grandma, weâre the only people you need to focus on.â
âI just want it to be only all of you.â
âI know, but everyoneâs families want to see them dance too.â
âBut what if I do it wrong?â
âThen you just keep going,â Chris assured her. âYou just have to do your best.â
âOkayâŚâ
Her soft response and the worry still swimming in her eyes had Chrisâ heart aching as he opened his arms to pull her into a hug.
âIf you really donât want to do it then you donât have to, no one will be upset or disappointed if youâve changed your mind.â
He felt her clinging to his shirt as she buried her face into his neck for comfort while she took a moment to debate her options before she spoke again.
âI think I wanna try.â
Chris felt a wave of relief at her decision as he knew that she would probably regret it if she didnât and he squeezed her tight.
âI think thatâs a good choice,â he agreed. âBut you can change your mind at any time, okay? We can just take it one step at a time.â
âOkay,â Grace nodded. âCan you help me do my hair?â
âSure,â Chris smiled. âLetâs go find your hairbrush.â
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Grace is kinda freaking out, think you can give her a pep talk? Weâre heading over now, be there soon.
By the time Madeline saw the text from Chris, she knew they would be arriving any minute and her concern had her rushing outside to meet them. She made it to the parking lot just as Chris was getting out of the car and he smiled at the sight of her.
âHey,â she greeted him. âWhatâs going on? Is everything okay?â
âI think so,â Chris nodded. âBut sheâs nervous. I think weâve talked it through, but she was worried that youâd be mad if she was too scared to performâŚâ
âMe?â
The incredulity in her voice gave away her shock at that information and Chris rushed to assure her.
âShe was just saying that she knows how much dancing means to you and she doesnât want to disappoint you,â he elaborated. âBut I told her about how you used to help me when I got nervous about stuff and we talked it out so I think sheâs gonna be fine.â
âOkay,â Madeline sighed. âIâll talk to her and make sure.â
Chris nodded and opened the back door of his car just in time for Grace to hop out. Her hair was in a perfect bun and she was already dressed in her little leotard and tutu and Madelineâs heart melted at the sight.
âHi, baby,â she grinned. âYou look great!â
âThank you! Daddy did my hair!â
âWell, he did a great job!â
âThanks, it only took four tries,â Chris chuckled. âBut I should go pick up Grandma. Iâll be back for your show. Okay, Gracie?â
A look of worry briefly flickered across her little face, but Grace quickly wiped it away and nodded stoically at Chris. He smiled and squatted down to pull her in for a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting back into his car, waiting for Madeline to lead Grace out of the parking lot before he drove away.
âSo,â Madeline started as Grace slipped her little hand into hers. âDaddy told me that youâre feeling a little nervous.â
âYeah,â Grace admitted, her voice so soft that Madeline almost didnât hear her. âI just donât like all the people.â
As they walked into the lobby of the theatre, Madeline led Grace over to a bench by the door where she sat down and lifted Grace to sit sideways on her lap.
âIt is scary when thereâs a lot of people watching,â Madeline agreed. âBut can I tell you a secret?â
The lure of confidential information had Graceâs eyes widening as she leaned in and nodded enthusiastically.
âMost people wonât be watching you,â Madeline informed her. âEveryoneâs moms and dads and families will just be paying attention to them so the only people who will be really watching you are me, Daddy and Grandma.â
âOh, thatâs good,â Grace smiled softly. âDo you get scared too?â
âAll the time,â Madeline admitted. âI used to get nervous before every performance, but I just try to remember that everyone just wants to have fun. We have fun dancing and the audience have fun watching us, right?â
âBut what if I mess it all up?â
âThen you just have to keep going. I remember one time that I messed up really bad and I was so embarrassed, but you know what happened?â
âWhat?â
âNothing,â Madeline shrugged. âNo one even noticed because the people watching donât really know how the dances are supposed to go. Daddy doesnât know any of your moves, does he?â
âNo,â Grace giggled at the thought. âDaddy doesnât dance good at all!â
Madelineâs mind flashed to the many family dance parties theyâd had where Chris would bust out his silliest dance moves just to make Grace laugh and let out a giggle of her own.
âExactly! I bet most people who come today wonât be really good dancers like you and your class are so no one will know even if someone makes a mistake. You just have to keep your head up and keep going.â
Her assurances had Grace sitting up a little straighter and looking much more confident than she had when theyâd walked in, but after she gave Madeline a firm nod and a confident âokay, Mamaâ, Madeline had one more thing she wanted to mention.
âBut you know that no matter what, Iâll be proud of you, right?â She asked. âEven if you mess up or if youâre too scared to go on stage at all, Iâll always love you and Iâd never be mad.â
Grace looked down at her hands, shrugging in a way that had Madelineâs heart sinking.
âI didnât want you to be sad.â
âListen to me, Gracie,â Madeline instructed, her voice firm so there was no room for any misunderstanding. âIâll never be sad or disappointed because youâre scared about something. Iâm so proud of you just for being here and trying to be brave, if you change your mind then thatâs okay. Even if you wanted to quit dancing completely, I wouldnât be mad.â
âI donât!â Grace frantically shook her head. âI donât wanna quit!â
âI know,â Madeline smiled. âIâm just making sure you know that I wonât be sad about whatever choice you make.â
âOkay,â Grace nodded, slipping her arm around Madelineâs neck and snuggling in close. âLove you, Mama.â
âI love you too, Gracie.â Madeline squeezed her in tight and took a minute to soak up the moment of calm amongst the busy day before she reluctantly helped her hop down from her lap. âIâll take you to Heidi now, but if you need me at any time you just let her know, okay?â
Grace agreed as she slipped her hand back into Madelineâs and followed her down the hallway to the room where her class was getting ready.
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Almost an hour later, Madeline was racing around the backstage area trying to make sure everyone had their shoes and hadnât messed up their hair too much when one of the moms who had volunteered to help stopped her.
âHeidi wanted me to tell you that Grace will be on in five.â
âOkay,â Madeline smiled. âThanks for letting me know.â
She felt a pang of guilt as sheâd been hoping to get the chance to check in with Grace again, but she had no time to worry about it as she made sure no one was in desperate need of any help before slipping away to find Chris. Thanks to the perks of being the one in charge, she found him in the seats sheâd reserved on the front row just as the applause went up for the dancers in the number before Graceâs class.
âShe up next?â He murmured softly, not wanting to detract attention from the kids prancing off the stage. Madeline nodded and a smile slid onto his face. âHowâs she doing?â
âI think sheâs okay,â Madeline whispered back. âWe talked before I took her to Heidi and I havenât heard about any issues since.â
âGood.â
Madeline could see Chrisâ shoulders drop as if that information soothed him, but as the shadows of the dancers filed onto the stage take their positions in the dim lighting she felt her own stomach turn with nerves. It truly didnât matter to her - or any other person in the audience - if any of the girls made a mistake, but she knew how hard Grace could be on herself and she worried about how she would handle it if she did.Â
Madeline adored her daughter, but there were times when she felt like theyâd set her up to fail by passing on so many of their more difficult traits. Sheâd taken on her stubbornness, overly ambitious nature and inability to back down from a challenge, but also had Chrisâ tendency to beat himself up and overthink himself into a world of doubt. Theyâd seen snippets of the traits in various ways through her life so far, but this was the first time they were seeing it collide into a heap of anxiety for her. She had the drive and desire to perform, but her self-doubt and the noise in her brain had clearly knocked her confidence. If anything did go wrong while she was on stage, Madeline knew it wouldnât be easy to help her shake it off.
However, to her relief, it quickly became apparent that her worries were just as unfounded as Graceâs were.
Grace leapt and twirled around the stage with perfect precision and a passion that had her parentsâ hearts swelling with pride. There was a look of focused determination on her face, but there was no sign of her earlier nerves and she completed the entire routine without missing a single mark. As they struck the final pose and the sound of applause returned, Madeline laughed as Chris jumped to his feet, letting out a cheer as he clapped so loud that the sound echoed around them. Madeline hopped up to join him just in time for Graceâs eyes to settle on them and her parents watched as a proud grin slid onto her face.
As much as she would have loved to stay and watch the rest of the show with Chris, Madeline hurried off as soon as Grace was exiting the stage to get one of her own classes ready to go on. She stayed in the wings for the rest of the performances - including Graceâs group number which she performed with the same ease as her first dance - but she was relieved when the final dancers left the stage and the show was over meaning she could just focus on being a mom again.
Wading through the crowds of other parents that had entered the backstage area to gather their dancers, Madeline hurried to find Grace and felt her heart swell when she saw her standing with Heidi.
âGrace!â She called out, catching her attention just in time for her to whisk her off the ground and into her arms. âYou were amazing!â
âI did it, Mama,â Grace grinned as she wrapped her arms tightly around Madelineâs neck. âI didnât get too scared or mess it all up!â
âIâm so proud of you! I knew you could do it!â
âShe was a star,â Heidi agreed. âShe warned me that she was feeling a little nervous, but we went through some calming breathing techniques and she persevered.â
âThank you,â Madeline smiled at her friend before glancing back at Grace. âShould we go find Daddy?
Her question was met with a very enthusiastic nod and after quickly reassuring Heidi that she would be back soon to help with the clean up, Madeline hurried out of the theatre with Grace in her arms. As soon as they got out the door and Grace could see her other family members waiting by the parking lot, she wiggled until Madeline put her down.
âDaddy!â She cheered, bolting towards him. âDid you see me dance?â
âI did!â Chris smiled as he literally swept her off her feet, tossing her in the air before he settled her on his hip. âYou were so good!â
âThanks,â she beamed proudly, but as her grandma stepped forward with a big bouquet in her arms, her eyes widened. âAre those for me?â
âThey sure are!â Lisa smiled, holding them out for her take. Grace did so eagerly, whacking her dad in the face with the large arrangement as she thanked her grandma profusely. âYouâre so welcome, honey. Youâve earned them, you did a great job!â
âShe really did,â Madeline agreed as Grace was distracted by the flowers in her arms. âItâs a whole different kind of nerves watching her do it than it is being the one on stage.â
âWell, you had no need to worry,â Lisa assured her. âShe clearly got your natural talent.â
Letting out a scoff of laughter, Madeline pulled a face at that claim.
âMost of my talent was not natural,â she reminded them. âI was the least coordinated dancer in my class when I started. Her ability to perform must come from the Evans side because sheâs way better than I was at her age.â
âMaybe she just has better teachers,â Lisa pointed out. âItâs an amazing thing youâre doing here, building a little community of ballet that focuses on uplifting the kids above everything else.â
The compliment had Madeline swelling with pride more than any other congratulations sheâd received that night. Her ultimate priority when sheâd started the dance studio was to keep the environment positive. She was determined that there would be no pressure on any of the dancers, no unrealistically high expectations that set anyone up to fail and no using fear as motivation or insults disguised as well intentioned advice. She made sure that everyone was on the same page - including some of the more overbearing dance moms - and that the focus always stayed on having fun and enjoying ballet.
She knew that there were many people in the world who would think she was wasting her time - that her strategy wouldnât enable the dancers to thrive in the way required to reach a higher level later on - but it was inspiring to see that she appeared to be right. It seemed that her teaching style was creating dancers who were more passionate and confident than the ones who were taught in a strict, almost abusive way and they were excelling just as much - if not more - than students from the schools sheâd attended as a child and they had none of the emotional damage.
âThank you,â she smiled at her mother-in-law. âNothing is better than watching someone do what they love and really pour their heart into it, right? It just makes sense that empowering them is a better option.â
âAbsolutely,â Lisa nodded. âAnd if anyone can prove that to the world, I know itâs you.â
Her assurance warmed Madelineâs heart as she knew that without the unfailing belief that Chris and his family seemed to have in her, she wouldnât have been able to achieve even half of what she had. She was proud of what sheâd accomplished, but she knew that she never would have been able to do it without their support and she shared that thought with Lisa just as Grace let out a yawn.
âI should probably get this little monster to bedâŚâ
Chrisâ observation was said with a chuckle, but it put a frown on Graceâs face.
âIâm not a monster,â she insisted. âIâm a ballerina!â
âOh, of course, how could I forget?â Chris smiled. âAre you coming home with us, Maddie?â
âIâve gotta stay for a bit and help tidy up backstage, but I wonât be too long.â
Chris nodded and took the flowers from Grace with the arm that wasnât holding her before passing her over to Madeline to say goodnight. She squeezed her tight, murmuring more praise and congratulations as she moved towards the car and by the time she had her all strapped into her car seat, Grace was fighting desperately to keep her eyes open.
Placing a soft kiss on her head, she smiled at the sight before gently closing the door and turning to Chris.
âSheâll be fast asleep by the time you get home.â
âIâm not surprised,â Lisa chimed in. âSheâs had an exciting night!â
âAnd all the nerves she had earlier probably didnât help,â Chris pointed out. âItâs been an emotional day for her.â
âIt has,â Madeline agreed, slipping her arms around Chrisâ waist. âItâs been a long day for all of us, I think, but I should get back inside or weâll be here all night.â
âYou want me to stay and help? Iâm sure Ma would take Grace home for us.â
Lisa voiced her agreement to that claim, but Madeline shook her head.
âThereâs not a lot to do, weâll be fine.â
Chris nodded and reluctantly let her slip out of his arms after stealing one quick kiss, waiting for her to make it safely back inside before he followed his mother to the car.
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As Madeline pulled into their driveway almost two hours later, she felt the exhaustion hitting her full force. It had been a hectic, emotional day at the end of a long, busy week and now that it was all over, her body was screaming at her to take a break. Dragging herself from the car, motivated to move by the knowledge that her bed was only moments away, she made her way into the house and was surprised by the silence that greeted her.
She knew that Grace would have been in bed, but considering it was barely after nine oâclock, sheâd expected to find Chris lounging in the living room with sports on the TV as he usually was on Saturday nights at home. However, the living room was dark - as was most of the house - so Madeline ventured down the hallway towards their bedroom and the sight that greeted her had a smile sliding onto her face.
Chris was laying on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he watched the muted TV on the wall with Dodger at his feet and a sleeping Grace tucked under his arm.
âWell, isnât this a sight for sore eyes.â
Chrisâ gaze snapped towards the doorway where she stood, relaxing when his eyes settled on her.
âHi,â he flashed her a lazy smile. âI didnât even hear you come in.â
âApparently neither did our fierce guard dog,â she teased as Dodger twitched his tail in acknowledgment. âWhyâs the party in here?â
âGrace woke up when I was changing her into her pajamas and wanted to sleep in our bed,â Chris explained. âThen she didnât want me to leave so I stuck around for a bit.â
âSheâs hard to resist,â Madeline sympathized. âAnd she deserves a little comfort after her big day.â
Slipping off her shoes and moving towards their dresser, Madeline lifted the dress she was wearing over her head and dropped it in the laundry basket before grabbing one of Chrisâ old t-shirts out of a drawer and pulling it on. As she turned back towards the bed, she saw Chris brushing Graceâs hair out of her face as he watched her sleep with a look of adoration on his face.
If she hadnât been so exhausted and eager to join them in the comfort of their bed, she would have been loath to interrupt the moment, but her exhaustion took over as she crawled up to lay in the empty space next to Grace.
âShe did so well today,â Chris murmured. âShe was so nervous, but she pulled it off.â
âShe really did,â Madeline nodded as she rested her head on her pillow. âI just canât get over how big she looked on that stage. It feels like it was just two minutes since we were bringing her home from the hospital.â
Chris smiled fondly at the memory as he thought back to their first night with Grace when theyâd spent most of the night in a similar position, watching her closely as they were both too paranoid to take their eyes off her for more than a minute.
âI was so terrified,â he admitted. âI just kept thinking âman, who thought we were qualified enough to look after an actual babyâ.â
His words pulled a snort of laughter from Madeline, but she stifled it with her hand to stop the noise from disturbing the child sleeping between them.
âWe were in way over our heads,â she agreed. âBut I think weâre doing a pretty good job.â
âItâs easy when youâve got such a great kid.â
Madeline let out a hum of agreement, but as Chris flicked his eyes away from Grace, he noticed that Madelineâs were already flickering shut. Knowing how hard sheâd been working and how little sheâd slept all week, he wasnât at all surprised and stayed quiet until he was sure sheâd drifted off to sleep before shifting the blanket that heâd draped over Grace to cover her too.
As he watched them sleep beside him, he felt his own eyes grow heavy as the adrenaline of the day caught up with him as well. He was used to watching one of his favourite people perform as heâd sat through countless ballet recitals for Madeline, but he hadnât truly been prepared for how it would feel to see his daughter up on that stage. Heâd heard before Grace was born that having a child was like watching your whole heart run around outside of your body and that was the only way he could think to describe how heâd felt as he watched her.
He was constantly blown away by just how much it was possible to love someone and he was immeasurably grateful for the opportunity to be her dad. Knowing that the days of her wanting to snuggle up in bed with them were limited, he flicked off the lamp beside the bed and let himself fade off to sleep as well as he soaked in the sounds of her soft, gentle snores.
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Haikyuu: Oikawa Toru x Reader MANEATER
POV: Reader who knows her self worth, doesn't believe in competition and is becoming a high value women. Watching everyone bow around her ;)
Aoba Johsai High the place to be or so you thought, apart from the ridiculously good boys volleyball team the school itself was pretty average.
The thing that definitely annoyed you the most is the Toruu Cult groups!! The endless squealing, uwu voices and don't even get started on the fan pages and utter desperation that oozed out of these girls. But all those girls were nothing compared to the Devil herself.
Emi Yamamoto (girl with the bowl cut PS: made up name!) Not only did her and Fumiko join The Seijoh's Girls Volleyball team but they also used it as a means to try to get closer to The King himself.
You'd occasionally seen him in class from time to time. He looks pretty bored and flustered off the court depending on his mood. He never really took notice of you cause of all the cultists swarming to him.
Present time:
You were so annoyed being given detention for not wearing the right coloured socks. School can be so petty sometimes. You huffed finally grabbing your books and started heading towards you locker all the way on the other side of the school.
The school was so quite having all the other students left. You eventually reach your locker at the end of the hall the sun rays still shinny in through the glass door. If they day couldn't get any worse your lock got jammed. "Clink, Clang Clak" you were getting frustrated the noise catching someones attention. You were too busy to hear foot steps or notice someone standing behind you.
Oikawa: "Well aren't you just gorgeous, Ive never seen you around before" he say with a confident smirk.
Y/N: "Sorry I'm not interested in being apart of any of your fan clubs" You still continued rattling the lock around.
Oikawa: "Wow someones fiesty, Im sure nothing like a couple of photos with me wont fix." He moves placing his forearm up against the lockers next to you slinging his arm over his head. Oikawa was very amused and very curious to get a closer look at you.
Y/N: "Im sorry my lock is jammed, if you could help me fix it that would be more than enough." You let go of the lock tucking your hair around your ears out of your face. Sneaking a glance at Oikawa. You admit he was tall, chocolate, sweet and very handsome. Definitely hasn't met he match yet, you knew from then on school was going to plenty fun.
Oikawa: "Well of course I can help you out with that, anything for you" He winks his eyes lingering before fiddling a little and un-jamming the lock, taking it off for you.
Y/N: "Thanks....Can I have my lock back?" You'd finish putting your books away.
Oikawa: " If you can get it, sure you can have it back" He smirks holding it up high way above your head.
Y/N: " Im not doing this." You open your locker grabbing a pencil and jamming it through the hole making some what of a temporary lock. "Listen Oikawa Im going home you can keep the lock" you stuff your bag with homework turn around and start making a b line towards the locker room exit.
Oikawa: He quickly catches up with you grabbing your wrist gently spinning you around to face him bringing the both of you a lot closer. "It is getting late, you're not a bag girl are you? Acting all mysterious, out late and trying to run away from me" He towers over you with a big smirk as he stared into your eyes.
Y/N: You look down smirking "Well what do you want me to be" you say looking up at him with a very seductive gaze. He looked a bit shocked. You took the chance to free yourself from his grip and start quickly going to the exit. "Thanks Oikawa-chan loved the chat" you chirped giggling a little. You had him exactly where you want him now.
Oikawa: He watch as your figure slowly faded, sure there were plenty pretty girls at Aoba Joshai but you were different. Heavenly, you were absolutely breath taking. Oikawa snapped out of his trans smirking "This will be fun" he chuckles. "Well better get back to training before Iwaizumi growls at me"
Little did Oikawa and Y/N know Emi and Fumiko were watching scheming on what they should do. They could feel the heat in their cheeky and the envy already consuming them. The tension between everyone was getting thick!
Part 2 coming soon: Now the stage is set things are gonna get hot and spicy, might consider Oikawa x reader x kageyama!!! Bring in a love triangle ooooo. Will leave link when post is out or feel free to like and follow for more content love you all xoxo
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The Amazing Adventures of Spider-Kid!
Chapter 3
The next morning I get ready for yet another new school. My record for shortest time spent at a new school was half a day. In the fifth grade I got a teacher to quit and was kicked out when I brought a spider's egg sack to class and it hatched all over his desk after he confiscated my pencil bag for coloring during lecture. Apparently he was a humongous arachnophobe. I didn't have any books for this school yet so I packed my backpack with only a notebook (for doodling), my personal project folder, and a sack lunch Paco handed out to all us kids as we left. The twins turned right at the corner and I followed Wanda and Hey to the left and presumably to the high school. Or not, sometimes other kids in group homes had led me off wrong roads then ditched me so I'd be late. Or just lost, with some of them it was hard to tell. I never actually got lost, though I was often late, I have an amazing sense of direction. In the hall kids were buzzing in every direction.Â
My first room was English literature. I got there no problem since I'm used to commotion. The teacher started by saying the basic speech on how she hoped I would feel welcome and asked me what some of my hobbies were. "I like to free climb, and practice kickboxing," I say. Sure, I am interested in those things and could say what my real hobbies are, reading comics and researching random stuff on the internet, but I find introducing myself this way gives me more space. The teacher said my hobbies were interesting and asked me to sit down. When she told us to turn to page fifty in the textbook, I just sat there wondering how long it would take her to realize I hadn't been issued one yet. My record was three months.
It wasn't to be beat this time. The teacher remembered after a minute and brought one over to me. The rest of the morning classes went the same way, as expected. Lunch things seemed usual as well, but quickly went very wrong. When I entered the cafeteria people stared, I was used to this. But when a boy sauntered up to me and asked "Did they hit you with their canes?" I had no answer. My blank stare told him he needed to clarify and he said, "The old folks you knocked off with the roof tiles". Some kids near enough to hear gave him stop now gestures, but others were getting up. Closing in on me. My mind was spinning over what he meant. Somehow my injuring Mr. Tipton had been told and expanded in rumor fashion all over the school, but the only people who could have talked were the Garcia house kids.Â
This was bad, one of the worst people to live with is a snooping gossip. I learned that fast at the group center when I first went into the system. What was worse was how close this boy was to me now. "Why else were you climbing on the roof, who do you think you are Spider-Man?". I gritted my teeth and tried to push past him, but he didn't budge and the others packed around tighter. So I used a classic swipe, not even really a kick. Just to unbalance him and hoping I'd topple the whole group like dominos. Unluckily for me he went forward instead of backward. Taking us both down instead.Â
My head was still buzzing a bit from hitting the floor, but I still heard a kid say, "Look she does think she's Spider-Man!". Pushing the boy off me I saw I hadn't zipped my pack all the way and my personal project folder had spilled all over the cafeteria floor. Pictures from newspapers, articles, and maps dated by year of activity splayed out for all around to see. "Spider Girl is better," said another voice. Laughter echoed around me as I scooped up what I could and ran out of there. The buzzing in my head seemed to grow louder as I darted through the hall to the exit. Vaguely I heard Hey shout at me as I passed, but I paid no attention. In the school yard I climbed the fence swiftly, jumped down landing on my feet and immediately continued running. No real direction in mind, just trying to put as much distance between me and the school as possible. Before I had been teased, whispered about, and shoved around, but the Spider-Man file was my biggest secret. I hadn't even shown it to my brother. And now it was all over the new school.Â
So I ran unconcerned about punishments for running out in the middle of a school day. I was crossing a street when the buzzing in my head stopped and I heard Hey behind me. But he wasn't as fast as I was. A truck was barreling towards him, without realizing I had changed direction I kicked off a passing car and grabbed Hey, using the momentum to pull him back to the sidewalk with me. He stared at me, eyes big still dazed with shock. "How'd you do that?" he asked. I shrugged, "I do parkour". Shaking his head he said, "Okay, but why did you leave school? Do you know how much trouble you'll be in? I overheard your caseworker talking about how close you are to juvie if you don't shape up,". All my nerves were still tingling but that sent my gut writhing. Ms. Wilt had warned me before for other infractions, yet nothing I had done really could send me to juvenile detention. Although if nobody else would take me in. If I was just too much trouble to be bothered with. It might be all that was left. Acting unconcerned I said, "If you didn't eavesdrop then I wouldn't have run,". Hey gave me a quizzical look then his eyes cleared. He said, "That's Wanda. A real gossip. I think it's how she survives from place to place. Only been here half a year and already she knows everything,". I grunted and started heading down the street. Still not sure I believed he was innocent. Denial was the second language of a confronted gossip.
"Where are you going now?" he asked.
 "Back," I reply.
"How do you know that's the right way? I am barely sure where we are now, and you were running faster,".
"I never get lost,", I shoot over my shoulder, not stopping for him to catch up.
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Hello! It's Winter. This story was inspired by a conversation I had with a close friend ... Curious if B&E ever had a fight like this:
Mothering
Upon entering the bathroom, Brigitte was immediately outraged at the mess in front of her. Her husband of 1 week had thrown his wet towel on the floor, his dirty boxers casually tossed next to it.Â
She let out a loud sigh as she picked up the discarded linen off the white-tiled floor. It brought back deja vu of cleaning her sonâs messy bedroom when he was a teenager. Brigitte assumed she was done "mothering" once her children moved out. She never predicted sheâd be picking up after her 30-year-old husband.Â
âAw! Good morning, Cherie!â Emmanuel greeted his wife cheerfully with a kiss. âYou look beautiful this morning. Is that a new skirt you're wearing?âÂ
Instantly, he knew something was wrong by her frigid reaction. She was never one to shy away from a kiss - especially from him. âBrigitte, why didnât you kiss me back?âÂ
Tossing the wet towel in his face, she snapped. âYou know why! Iâm not your mother!âÂ
Shocked by her outburst, he stood dumbfounded as she rushed past him.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around, âI was going to come back and pick it up. You donât need to yell at me.âÂ
She sighed, angrily twirling her wedding ring around her finger. âYou could have picked it up right away. Iâm not your maid, Iâm not your mother. Iâm your wife, Emmanuel! I refuse to pick up after you.âÂ
In an attempt to calm her down, he went in for another kiss but she backed away.Â
âBrigitte, I know youâre not my mother. Iâve never seen you as a motherly figure - âÂ
She interrupted him before he was able to get the rest of his sentence out. âWhat did you just say to me?! I AM a mother ...of 3!âÂ
He took a deep breath. âIf you had let me finish, I was about to say Iâve never seen you as a motherly figure to me! Iâm sorry, I should have picked up my towel.â
âDonât let it happen again,â she barked, annoying him even further with her demeaning tone.Â
âStop talking to me this way! Iâm not one of your children!â Emmanuel had heard enough. âIâm your husband - treat me like it!âÂ
âThen start acting like it!â She yelled, her temper getting worse.
He grabbed her waist the moment she tried to run away again. Spinning Brigitte around, Emmanuel passionately kissed her hard on the mouth, his hand finding its way under her short skirt. Slowly, he felt her anger fade away. A few more seconds and he was positive all would be forgiven.
Breathless, she pulled back. âWhat was that for?âÂ
Emmanuel grinned, âI was showing you that Iâm not one of your children.âÂ
She wiped her red lipstick off his lips. âPoint proven.âÂ
âNow, do we have a few minutes before you need to leave for work?â He asked.
She glanced at her gold watch, a gift from him. âI have to teach a class in 25 minutes.âÂ
Emmanuel laughed as he dragged her to their unmade bed. âIt wonât be the first time youâre late for class because of me. Only this time, weâre married.â
Hellooo Winter! â¤ď¸
Oooh things got tense there for a bit... but Iâm glad they managed to put the âangerâ aside and actually found a better thing to do... đ¤đ And btw, I so would not have picked up the towel and the boxers from the floor hahaha he would have to come back at do it himself, and fast đ
Emmanuel making Brigitte being late for class tho hahaha but at least itâs for a good reason đ
Thank you so much, Winter! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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