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jkfanfr · 1 year ago

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Chrollo X Y/N FF- (Girl Y/N POV)

@y6ruu ~ This is for you hun, happy birthday girl!

Be ready for some awesome shit guys, i’ve worked super hard on this story

MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

ANGST WARNING (SORRY! I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I CAN CLASSIFY IT AS ANGST BUT JUST BEWARE FOR SOME SADNESS IN THIS ONE)

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Chrollo- “So what if i wanna drink?! It’s my body, i’ll decide!”

Y/N- “Okay, i understand that, but you promised me you wouldn’t drink again. You know how bad it is for you!”

Y/N and Chrollo were in a very heated argument. Chrollo went out with his friends and drank some alcohol, but he promised his love he wouldn’t drink again. Y/N almost feels betrayed, and hurt, especially since Chrollo doesn’t seem care about himself or her, but he truly did.

Chrollo stepped towards her, annoyance in his eyes, but Y/N could see the tension and pure sadness well up.

Chrollo- “It was a mistake, you know it was! I would never break my promises on purpose”

Y/N- “Well, considering with how you’re acting. Maybe you did do it on purpose”

Chrollo scoffed at Y/N’s words, crossing his arms over his chest. He obviously felt bad that he had drank so much. He even felt his hungover headaches get to him like they used to.

This is the first time he’s drank since months. He’s been clean ever since, and broke it yesterday. Or..maybe even earlier?

Chrollo- “C’mon babe!”

Y/N- “Don’t you c’mon babe me. I’m done Chrollo”

Chrollo- “What’s that meant to mean..?”

Chrollo had a confused expression on his face, not understanding where Y/N was coming from.

Y/N- “This isn’t the first time you’ve drank since you stopped. Is it?”

Y/N was full of anger, how could Chrollo betray her trust? She trusted him with everything. Her heart began to uncover with hatred and sadness, the love not being able to envelope it anymore.

Chrollo had a expression of painful failure. He had no words coming out of his mouth, he knew what he’d done.

Chrollo just shook his head to her question, feeling like his heart was getting weaker and weaker as seconds went on

Y/N- “Im disappointed Chrollo.. Every time i asked if you drank, you said no. Little did i know you’ve been lying to me. I’m done. I’m leaving”

Chrollo had tears in his eyes now, his heart aching so badly. He didn’t want to believe the words coming out of Y/N’s mouth.

Chrollo- “No..no baby please..d-don’t do this to me..”

Chrollo held onto Y/N’s arm, almost begging her not to leave as his face streamed with tears like sprinkles on a cake. Once Y/N looked at his tear-filled eyes, she wanted to hug him, comfort him, give him all her love. But Chrollo needed to know she was done with his lies and him hurting himself because of it.

She couldn't experience him hurting himself like this.

He was already weak to alcohol from young, he could die too early if he carries on. Y/N could not bring herself to do anything more right now. She needed a break from it all. But she knew she’d come back. She can’t live without him.

Meanwhile, Chrollo’s mind was running with hurtful thoughts, he knew what he did. He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t experience his love leaving like this

Chrollo- “Love, i was scared to tell you..please don’t leave me like this. I love you hun”

Y/N- “I just need a break, leave me alone for now”

Y/N grabbed her bag, having no sympathy at this point. She walked towards the door after throwing Chrollo’s grip away. Once the door shut, Chrollo fell to the ground, crying his eyes out. His already fragile heart felt hollow, he felt terrible for what he did.

Chrollo wanted to scream, shout, cry, do anything to let out the pain. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t get off of the ground. He was always scared of Y/N leaving him.

His worst fear came true. His lover leaving him all alone. It hurt bad. Really badly..

For the both of them.

A couple days later..

Y/N stepped into her and Chrollo’s condo, it smelling the same as when she left. If she’s honest with herself, she needed a break. But she couldn’t hide the fact she missed her husband so much. She looked at the 24 carat diamond ring on her right hand, it glistening in the dim lights.

Chrollo stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a dashing full black suit. Black blazer with a white undershirt, with buttons undone, exposing his neck so well. His sharp jawline was typically shining as his plump lips looked sweeter than usual. Glasses draped over his nose, as he usual green earrings changed to glimmering studs. His hair was full of gel, as it was cleanly slicked back, a couple strands dangling over his forehead. His black eyes filled with her world inside, as his cheeks were dusted with a cotton candy pink.

Gosh, he looked gorgeous, just absolutely stunning. Y/N gulped hard, her head in a state of just watching Chrollo, fully mesmerised in the beauty he’s capable of having. Not that he isn’t fine any other day. Just looking at her husband, Y/N realised what she had been missing for the past couple of days. Y/N felt even more bad for leaving him when she knew he needed her the most. In such a time, she shouldn’t of left him so easily. Y/N felt terrible as she saw Chrollo, looking as handsome as she left him in.

Chrollo turned his head, a smile filled with dimples appearing as his eyes filled with glitter. He ran up to Y/N, pulling her into a love-filled hug, his arms wrapped around her tight.

Chrollo- “Oh how i missed you baby..”

Y/N hugged him back, just processing everything as her heart filled with warmth. Chrollo felt so happy to see his wife once again, falling into love with her all over again.

Y/N- “I missed you too hun, i’m so sorry for leaving you..i shouldn’t have done that”

Chrollo- “Oh my love, don’t be sorry. I understand why you left. I know i’ve done some stupid shit, and i fucked up bad. I’ve realised what i did, and i want to make it up to you.”

Chrollo gave Y/N a loving smile, as she fell into his love again, smiling back at him with all the purity in that smile.

Y/N- “It’s okay, you don’t have to make it up to me at all. I fucked up too when i left you just like that. And just to let you know, i forgave you the second i left, i’ve missed you too much not to forgive you”

Chrollo- “I want to make it up to you, i want to show you how much i love you, how much you mean to me and how special you truly are. You’ve made my horrible life liveable, and i couldn’t thank you even more for doing that. You’re the love of my life Y/N, my absolute everything baby. And i want to give my wife the best birthday present today”

Y/N- “Oh darling, you remembered my birthday?”

Chrollo- “How could i not Y/N?”

Y/N- “You’re my everything Chrollo, i love you deeply. Thank you for not giving up on me”

Chrollo- “Thank you for not giving up on me Y/N. Even after i kept my drinking a secret, you came back didn’t you?”

Y/N- “That’s because i love you too much to leave you”

Chrollo- “I swear..i won’t drink again. And if i do, you can grab the 357 Magnum revolver in the back of the closet and shoot me in the head with it”

Y/N- “I won’t hesitate, but don’t make me yell at you again!”

They both laughed softly at Y/N’s words.

Chrollo- “Don’t worry, i won’t. I don’t like yelling, but the only sort of yelling i like is when you yell in bed-“

Y/N playfully hit his shoulder, as they both laughed even harder.

Y/N- “Stop with that!”

Chrollo- “Okay okay my darling girl~”

Y/N- “I love you Chrollo”

Chrollo- “Hmm..i love you too”

Y/N- “Awwh, but i love you more”

Chrollo- “No way, i love you even more”

Y/N- “No, i love you more than that”

Chrollo- “I love you most honey”

Chrollo took Y/N’s hand, his other hand caressing her cheek, as he left a soft kiss on her lips, sealing all their love and promises.

Chrollo- “How about we eat some food? I wanna celebrate my girl tonight”

He spun her around sweetly, smiling warmly at Y/N’s cute look on her face.

Y/N- “Hmm, i’d love that honey”

Chrollo- “How about you go and get dressed? I’ll set up dinner for the both of us”

Y/N nodded softly as she walked into their bedroom, leaving Chrollo to work on dinner. Once she walked in, she saw a beautifully studded crimson dress. It was laying on the bed, with some sets of jewellery beside it. She looked at the pretty dress, finding it so elegant. Absolutely stunning almost.

Chrollo- “Hey baby, you ready yet-…

..oh my fucking days.”

Y/N stepped out of their room, the dress flowing with her. The pearl jewellery hanging from her ears, and around her uncovered neck. Light makeup was covering her face, making her look so beautiful naturally as she always is.

Chrollo’s eyes filled with glitter as he looked at his beautiful wife right in front of his very eyes. She looked absolutely gorgeous, words couldn’t even express his love her Y/N.

Chrollo- “Oh my..”

Chrollo’s eyes filled with an infinite amount of love. Just looking at his wife made him feel so giddy on the inside.

Chrollo- “Damn..baby girl..you look so gorgeous”

Y/N laughed softly as she stepped towards him, tugging onto his clean black blazer. She loved the dress, and everything about it.

Y/N- “Had to play the part didn't i?”

Chrollo- “You play it beautifully darling..”

Y/N- “Thank you so much honey”

Chrollo- “I’ve prepared a special dinner for you. It’s your favourite..~”

Y/N awed at the savoury smelling food, as she sat down at their table. Chrollo sat opposite of her, his smile never leaving as he admired his wife, who was looking stunning.

Y/N- “This looks delicious baby”

Chrollo- “Dig in then, tell me how it tastes..”

Y/N grabbed her fork eagerly, taking a big ass bite from it. Her facial expression slowly changed as a salty taste overpowered her tongue, making her eyes squint slightly.

Chrollo- “So..how is it?”

Chrollo was so excited to see how Y/N was gonna react, he’d hope she would’ve loved it. However, Y/N gulped hard, swallowing the salty food. It took a lot of power to do so. Y/N have a sweet but fake smile, nodding slowly. Chrollo instantly knew, and started chuckling softly

Chrollo- “It’s bad right?”

Y/N- “Sorry…”

Chrollo- “Don’t be sorry, you know i’m not the best cook”

Y/N- “I’ll still try to finish it, i know you worked hard on it”

Chrollo blushed at Y/N’s kindness. He always loved how selfless she was.

Y/N managed to finish the food, since she didn’t want Chrollo to be upset at all. She knew he was pretty sensitive. He cleared up their plates, and took Y/N by her waist, his arms wrapped around tight.

Chrollo- “Okay darling..let’s get that gift for you alright?”

Y/N- “Awwh honey..you know i don’t need any gifts. I have everything i need right here..”

Y/N left a soft kiss on his collar bone, looking up slightly as his glowing eyes and his peachy cheeks.

Chrollo- “But..but i wanted to, so let me give it”

Chrollo opened the drawer, taking out a book. Writen on the front was, ‘My first and only love, Y/N’.

Chrollo- “Happy birthday darling..”

Chrollo handed the book over to her, as she smiled softly.

Y/N- “Thank you lovely”

Y/N took the book, flicking through the pages. It held their six years of friendship and soon, four years love. Ten years in total. Chrollo’s first look at her, their university days. Confession. First date, one month anniversary to their four year anniversary, to their birthdays. Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, as the words on there were just the most adoring thing she’s ever seen.

Y/N- “Oh baby..Chrollo i can’t..”

Y/N felt tears trickle down her cheeks, her heart beating hard against her chest as Chrollo looked at her with the most devoted eyes he’s ever given. He softly wiped the tears coming from her eyes, wiping the ones welling up in his own.

It’s like, whenever she sees Chrollo, a rush of cingulomania drills through her body. Chrollo could see it in her eyes as they shared a kitten hug, their paws surrounded one another’s, bodies intertwined like tails.

Y/N- “You really thought this of me?”

Chrollo- “Of course i did, from the moment i met you, i know you’d be the girl of my dreams. From when you tutored me back in university, to this very birthday of yours. I’ve loved you since, and i plan on doing that forever. Till the day i die and beyond that.”

Y/N- “You’re just the sweetest Chrollo, i’ll love you forever too. There’s not a day i don’t love you, miss you, or want to hug and appreciate you. Forever honey, i will give you everything my heart can give”

Chrollo- “Everything..?”

Chrollo’s eyes lit up with affection, just hearing the word everything meant so much to him. The things his wife would do for him..the risks she’ll take...just to make him feel so cared for.

Y/N- “Everything baby”

Chrollo- “Well..in that case..”

Chrollo leaned her against the countertop, his eyes glistening with pure love. His smile was so addictive to watch, his tongue slowly grazing against his teeth.

Chrollo- “That makes me want to give you everything too.”

Y/N put her hands on his hips, her eyes softening to his words

Y/N- “I’d love that”

Chrollo- “Can i..? Can we….?”

Y/N thought Chrollo was adorable. His shy tone all of a sudden. She typically liked how he asked for her permission.

Y/N- “Hmm, i wouldn’t disagree anyways”

Chrollo- “Thats my girl, come here”

He put his hand of Y/N’s cheek, leaning to give her the sweetest most passionate kiss he could give. Y/N kissed him back with that same passion and love, the deepness of it pulsing through their veins. It was addictive, their lips suffocating one another’s.

Chrollo- “My my baby, you never fail to shock me with these sweet and soft lips of yours”

Y/N laughed softly at his words, her cheeks blushing profoundly as they kissed deeply again. Her teeth softly sunk into Chrollo’s bottom lip as he let out a soft moan. He put his arms around your waist tighter, Y/N’s back arching slightly as she put the same intensity into the affectionate kiss.

Chrollo gently rocked her hips against his, as if they were dancing to the rhythms of their tongues painting each other’s mouths with saliva and the pure sweetness. Y/N put her hands around his neck, as they both shuffled towards their bedroom.

Y/N- “Why do i know where this is going?”

Chrollo- “Because you’re a smart woman, you know what comes next”

Chrollo said that with playfulness, his smirk becoming more noticeable as they closed and locked the bedroom door behind them. In those closed doors, Chrollo increased the intensity, moving his plump lips down to Y/N’s uncovered neck. He nibbled on her soft skin, tasting what he could grab almost like a rabid animal.

Y/N let out soft pants, just letting her husband go wild on her. She liked it when he was harsh with her. Chrollo began to unbuckle his belt, the noises being loud and reckless as his lips never seemed to get tired of her smooth skin.

Y/N was fully uncovered by the time they made it to the bed, Chrollo moving his eyes all around her gorgeous body. He caressed her waist, his lips softly kissing hers with the same love as lust.

Chrollo- “Darling, you know how to get me going don’t you?”

His fingers moved to her inner thighs, as he smirked with his lips curving slowly. Chrollo’s tone was so teasing, Y/N was only in ecstasy with his touch all around her.

Chrollo- “Wet enough to get me going too. Oh you’re just perfect aren’t you baby?”

Y/N’s cheeks felt a rosy tint surrounding them, as his fingers made it to her sensitive area, her hands gripping onto Chrollo’s back. Just his touch was enough to make her go crazy.

Y/N- “Darling..b-baby, please..”

Chrollo- “Please what honey? Tell me what you want?”

Only suiting Y/N’s needs would make Chrollo feel fulfilled. That’s all that mattered to him. His lovely wife. That’s all

Y/N- “Please..i need you..”

Oh her voice was so sensual, Chrollo’s eyes only filled with even more love as he grinned seductively at her.

Chrollo- “Come here then”

He hovered above her properly, taking off his boxers as his cock was revealed. The hard length only made Y/N gulp hard, wanting and needed him deep inside of her. Just the thought of it made her moan aloud, making Chrollo raise his eyebrows slightly.

Chrollo teased her with his cock, as Y/N only wanted to force him to finally give her what she wanted. His eyes only filled with playful tease, as her eyes filled with horny desperation.

Chrollo- “Okay okay, i’ll stop teasing you. I’ll give the birthday girl what she wants now”

He finally spreaded her legs, entering her, after what felt like ages. He first helped Y/N adjust to his hard length. Chrollo felt the immediate warmth of Y/N, as he groaned in such a deep tone. His head leant on her shoulder, as he thrusted slowly in and out of her.

Y/N swore she was getting wetter and wetter, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as pure pleasure ran through her body. She felt Chrollo’s hot breath on her shoulder as he planted soft kisses there.

Chrollo- “Oh-my fucking god Y/N..the things you do to me. Fuck..”

He whispered horny curses in her ear, the sound on their skin slapping and his cock pounded in and out of her making Y/N’s head spin

Y/N- “Babe..Chrollo, more more”

Chrollo only increased his pace and harshness, thrusting nice and deep inside of Y/N, his hands caressing her stomach ever so softly. He let out loud groans, his ears being blessed with his wife’s sensual moans.

Chrollo- “Fuck, fuck..you’re so warm, you feel so so good baby”

His dirty talk only got better and his harshness and pace only increased as well. He felt sweat drip down his back as he continued to rhythmically pound into Y/N.

Her eyes filled with tears, any sort of pain being completely destroyed by the pleasure of Chrollo’s cock.

Y/N- “Mmh, i love it..baby, harder for me”

Chrollo only did as Y/N wished, crashing in and out of Y/N. It only got him more rowdy as her moans only repeated in his ear. He worshipped her body, her in general.

Chrollo- “I love you honey”

Y/N- “I love you too baby”

They eyes met, as they shared sweet kisses, they lips entangled like their legs as the pleasure kept on going like a repeating music box.

Y/N- “I-I’m close darling..”

Chrollo- “Come with me baby, i’m here”

They both finished, satisfied with the pleasurable high that lasted enough to make their bodies so tired. Chrollo latched onto Y/N, his hands on her waist as he caught his breath

Chrollo- “You never fail to please me baby”

Y/N giggled a little, as she caught her breath back too, her widened legs now resting on the mattress, feeling numb.

Y/N- “God, my legs..are on fire..”

She said with a breathy tone, letting out a soft laughter as Chrollo laid beside her, letting out a little chuckle as well.

Chrollo- “That doesn’t mean there won’t be a round two”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened, as she let out a laugh, her eyes being kept on Chrollo’s lips, perhaps wanting to kiss them again to lead into another dangerous round of sex.

Y/N leaned into his ear, her tone being really flirty as she then said..

Y/N- “Give me all you got”

Chrollo’s eyes lit up with neediness, biting his bottom lips seductively.

Chrollo- “Oh you’re so naughty..”

Later that night..

After finishing their final round of sex, Y/N laid on top of Chrollo’s body, her fingers caressing his hard abs. She then left chaste kisses on each one, Chrollo letting out little pants.

Chrollo- “You feel tired?”

Y/N- “Very..”

Chrollo- “Come honey, sleep for the rest of the night. I’ll help you bathe tomorrow morning okay?”

Y/N nodded as she cuddled into Chrollo’s warm embrace, their love being exemplified just by their loving hugs. The redamancy was evident, as they looked into each other’s mitten eyes.

Chrollo- “I love you so so much Y/N..”

Y/N- “I love you even more Chrollo”

Chrollo- “Don’t play with me Y/N, i love you most”

Y/N chuckled softly, letting him win this time around, as they kissed for the final time that night. Y/N’s eyes were shut tight, as Chrollo admired her pretty facial features.

Oh how much i fucking love her.

Her eyes when i look into them, her beautiful face when i admire her

Please don’t leave me Y/N

Chrollo closed his eyes, feeling rather safe and protected with his wife next to him in their own love nest. His mind went a little more blank, the warmth and comfort being his shield as they both slept in one another’s dreams as per usual.

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And…that’s a wrap.

That was a cringey line, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed this FF.

Again, Happy birthday @y6ruu Have an amazing bday and i hope you loved the story

Also..shout out to @mimikinn My biggest fan, i had to include you at one point hun.

You both are my biggest fans, thank you for the support <333

ANDDD. Thank you all so so so much for all the likes and support, you’re support makes me want to write more and more so i’ll do my absolute best to provide some good shit for y’all

Please feel free to request any stories you’d like to see. I do SMUT and FLUFF. I tried to do ANGST in this one, and i hope i succeeded 😭

Anyways, goodbye my lovelies, i love you all very muchh

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rocknrollsalad-moved · 2 years ago

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And I as held you, oh so close I knew no one could ever take your place

One summer night, we fell in love

I know I posted this once already but I’m really proud of this story (so proud I rushed out the other posting of it when I should have done this in the first place) anyway, be your own biggest fan!

Inspired by this post from unclewaynemunson / bowtieandflannel I wrote some super sappy fluffy stuff with everyone’s favorite boys. A heat wave doesn’t stop everyone from hanging out at the Munson trailer, Eddie and Steve are constantly crashing Scott and Wayne’s good time so it’s no wonder they think the men are taking a long time to get together. After a sad story and some feelings of missing out, the boys hatch a plan to give Scott and Wayne the school dance they never got.

established steddie ◈ bad high school memories ◈ found family cock blocking teenagers ◈ smoking and drinking ◈ 6520 words ◈ on ao3 here

A heat wave was on its way. Wayne talked endlessly about how he knew more than those hacks on the news with their ridges of low pressure and cooling off at night talk. Eddie never really thought of his uncle as a fighting man but he was fairly certain if Wayne ran into Skip Weatherly or whoever in a dark alley, only one of them would be walking out the other side.

However, they didn’t need the TV to tell them it was hot right now. Scott Clarke had come over for dinner, one Wayne almost canceled due to the heat and Eddie had to beg him not to. Not just because Steve was coming over for the same meal but because if Eddie didn’t meddle, Wayne would never spend time with Scott. It showed Eddie where his insecurities with Steve came from.

Plans for a casserole were replaced with simple hot dogs and chips. It was no time to turn the oven on in their tin box of a home and Eddie took it a step further and ran down to the other side of the park to borrow a grill and some charcoal. They’d have to go down and look at Ed’s grandson’s car to figure out the rattling sound but it was worth it.

Wayne fussed over the house and whined about not wanting to be seen by anyone this sweaty and tired. Eddie laughed and eased every worry that came out like a complaint. For not wanting this to be anything special, Wayne was doing an awful lot. When Steve showed up, Wayne was taking a shower. The boys stood on the porch and made fun of the situation, getting all their jokes out of the way before they could be heard.

It used to be weird, having a former teacher around. Eddie didn’t remember Scott as Mr. Clarke but he blacked out a lot of his junior high years. Steve did though and they were both aware that the man knew them as barely teenagers. He’d graded their papers and was aware they’d failed things.

Now that things were at this dating-but-not-really stage, he was just Scott. A man who still knew they failed tests and talked about what great opportunities those failures were to learn new things but he was also a man who kept a toothbrush in the bathroom and fought over the last piece of cake like he baked it.

He was a man who went out and bought a tub of potato salad because it made dinner feel more like a picnic. A sentiment seemingly shared by Steve who brought a few two liters of soda. Eddie had always been fluent in his uncle’s looks but he knew he was wearing the same one as they looked at each other to celebrate how lucky they were.

With every door and window opened in the house in hopes of finding that “cross breeze” from wind that wasn’t blowing and a box fan working overtime in the living room, the men sat around and kept things to a minimum. The air was cooling down as the sun set, Eddie made sure to announce that the weatherman had said it would because it riled his uncle up.

Hot dogs were plumping on the grill perfectly placed in Wayne’s line of sight on the front porch and Eddie remembered years of nights like this one. Thoughts that must have been broadcast because soon a story was shared of a five-year-old Eddie, visiting before Wayne had this place in Hawkins. And how desperately he wanted to help make dinner on the grill. The adults all thought it was best to stop young Eddie from getting near an open flame, however minimal it may have been, but there was no stopping him. Since Eddie couldn’t put burger patties on the grown-up's grill, he built his own out of sticks and leaves and a milk crate.

It would have been adorable except Eddie was observant and he’d grabbed the lighter fluid, dowsing his mulch in the remaining half of the bottle. It wasn’t until he came and took Wayne’s lighter that anyone caught on to his plan. Wayne cleared the porch in a single step and snatched the lighter Eddie was trying to get to work before he touched it to anything flammable.

Of all the stories Wayne had to share, that was a tame one. Eddie didn’t remember it but he liked the way it made his uncle laugh. It left a fond smile on his face and Eddie should have been embarrassed but he felt…loved. More so when Wayne continued to say that Eddie cried and cried so Wayne ended up packing him around for the rest of the night. They talked about fire safety and that no one was mad at him. Wayne eased it all with some of the slowest (but safe) marshmallow roasting at the end of the night.

Eddie was lucky long before Steve came along. He wasn’t sure he deserved Wayne but Eddie was going to do everything he could to thank him for stuff like that. Too scared to ask where his parents were in the present company but knowing one of them surely should have carried Eddie around and not Wayne.

Scott shared a couple of Boy Scouts' camping stories and left Eddie and Steve fighting giggles. There was no amount of being Just Scott to make knowing their teacher used to be a boy scout not a hilarious mental image. It was hard to imagine any of their former teachers as children, let alone in that little Boy Scouts uniform.

It set the night off on a path of reminiscing. After a couple of camping stories, Steve talked about his trips into the woods which all involved girls and making out. Something the rest of the room didn’t quite relate to. But they didn’t relate to being in the scouts either. No one stopped him and everyone enjoyed the tales the same as they’d been for everyone else.

Wayne eventually busted out the “fine china” and condiments. Scott found cups and ice, opened the potato salad, and prepared a little station to make your meal. Eddie and Steve sat on the couch, cigarettes in hand, and listened as Wayne yelled the rest of his story from the doorway.

What had started as a miserable, muggy day off was ending warm in an entirely different way. Eddie rested his head on Steve’s shoulder and listened to everything around him. It was a weird little family but it was his. It was almost too much to take when Scott and Wayne traded places with them. Letting the “kids” get their food first.

Only they sat down on opposite ends of the room to wait, Wayne lit a cigarette. The desperation Eddie felt to get them together came out in him slowly moving his hands towards each other, squinting his eye like he had the power to slide those chairs through the room with his mind.

He continued to whisper with Steve about them and the sad distance between them as they slathered ketchup and mustard in buns and piled their plates with chips. Unable to understand why they didn’t want to touch and be close at all times. Steve poured them each a glass of store-brand orange soda when Eddie looked back to the living room to see both Wayne and Scott on the edges of their respective chairs, whispering to each other just like Eddie was with Steve. Maybe it wasn’t as dismal as he thought. Maybe he and Wayne weren’t as identical as he thought.

They switched places, Steve and Eddie returned to the couch and sat impossibly close as their plates took up the coffee table. Except for when Wayne called out to ask where the spicy mustard was (they’d finished it a few nights ago), they all continued their hushed conversations.

At least until everyone was back in the same room. Wayne passed a spoon over to Scott before sitting down as they tried to pick up conversations from where they left them. Strolls down memory lane and incredible amounts of insight into each of them. Including that story Wayne shared from “when he was their age”. Why he always had to start it like that, Eddie would never understand. Maybe it was an old guy thing but Scott never said it.

All the half-hearted stories missed the mark and Eddie was ready to start filling the air with nonsense until Steve opened his mouth and had the nerve to say “Well, I went to prom…” and that was as far as he got.

Eddie cut him off gagging loudly and with his full body. Which caused Wayne to clear his throat in that way that said “Enough, boy.” but Eddie gave a few more good heaves to be sure he’d really sold his stance on the subject. A quick glance Steve’s way to make sure he was laughing had Eddie thinking he should have listened to his uncle. He leaned over with a quiet apology that he didn’t entirely mean. Sorry for hurting Steve’s feelings but not for his opinions.

In a small, innocent way only Scott could pull off, he took Steve’s half-started conversation and let something off his chest. “I never went to my prom.”

He didn’t need to say more, he’d packed the words with all the longing and regret one could. It was obvious Scott wished he had gone to prom. A sentiment Eddie didn’t share but took a breath to not repeat the mistakes of a few minutes ago.

Wayne looked across the room, the same gentle gaze he gave Eddie when he used to cry about everyone at this new school hating him. “I didn’t either. I even had two chances and didn’t manage to make it.”

“Me either,” Eddie scoffed. Still trying to figure out why this was a solemn conversation.

They should all be proud! How much fun could it be? Getting all dressed up in ridiculous clothes and, in the case of nearly everyone in this room, forced to take a date you don’t want to, all for what? The tradition of it?

Again, the conversation smacked the rebellion out of Eddie as a tiny, quiet voice came from the hung head next to him. Trying to hide in his hair or disappear into the couch, Steve meekly offered. “I was prom king.”

So often, now, Eddie equated Steve to the geeks he kept company with. He saw him as someone similar to Scott, they had a lot in common, they were the bright and cheery to the Munson’s usual charm. All of it made it a little easy to forget what Steve was like in his past life.

Eddie could feel the eyes of not just Wayne on him now but Scott. Both of them mentally told him not to say whatever it was he was thinking. Ignoring them, Eddie said “Yeah, but your junior year so it didn’t really count. It was a practice run.”

Steve sat up a little and nodded. Eddie tossed a harmless “mean” look from Wayne to Scott. He was so good at this boyfriend stuff and didn’t need warnings from two old men who couldn’t even get it together enough to kiss.

“It’s not really as fun as you think,” Steve said. Scrunching his face before deciding to eat rather than elaborate.

“I don’t think it’s about fun in hindsight, Steve. It’s a quintessential experience and at the risk of setting Eddie off, one I wish I hadn’t missed out on. Unfortunately, my company wasn’t in high demand in school.”

“You mean this isn’t the part where we realize Mr. Clarke was a total babe in school?” Eddie teased.

The joke came quickly in an effort to hide that Eddie understood that. In something Eddie didn’t want to admit, he would have put on the uncomfortable suit and bought the ridiculous flowers if he had someone to take or even had a chance to take someone he was interested in.

After he spoke, Eddie looked to Wayne who just rolled his eyes. “I’m making a pot of coffee, who wants some?”

No one wanted any but none of them worked graveyard shifts either. It didn’t stop Wayne from making his way into the kitchen.

“C’mon Wayne,” Eddie continued to push. “Did you wanna go to your prom?”

“No.” was all he offered.

“My school had an Under the Sea Ball, like in Back to the Future except not as well decorated. I was fifteen and my mom took me out to Sears to buy all new clothes. She worked with James’s mom, our school’s prom king, and got the scoop on what the kids were going to wear. She styled me up and helped me get ready, dad dropped me off and I practically floated into the school, I was so excited.”

Scott had a way with words that didn’t make sense given he was a numbers guy but he had everyone hanging on his every word. Even in the shortened version and the clear implication it wasn’t going to end well, Scott had them eating out the palm of his hand. Wayne had stopped making coffee and was now leaning against the cupboard with the pot half filled in his hand and Steve and Eddie had shifted on the couch to better look at Scott.

“This was it for me. I was going to turn things around and start living some great high school life and it was all going to happen at the under the sea dance. An incredibly foolish hope. With my ticket in hand, I was stopped at the door as expected and met by a group of kids the grade above. All of whom refused to let me in. I showed them my ticket, they said they didn’t accept fakes printed by nerds. I had to hang out in the park until my dad came back to get me. I didn’t want my mom to know it’d gone so poorly. She worried so much and worked so hard. I think she kept the picture of me framed until her dying day.”

Steve pushed his hand into Eddie’s as everyone sat in silence. Wayne gently put the coffee pot on the counter and went to Scott’s side, putting a hand on his shoulder. Another gesture Eddie recognized. Eddie had a passing thought about having to teach Scott how Wayne showed he cared but he'd get it figured out eventually, he wasn't going anywhere.

After a few moments of uncertainty, Steve leaned in and whispered “We should go for a walk.”

Eddie whipped his head around in confusion, catching on before he voiced it. With a nod, Eddie turned back to his uncle and grabbed the last half of his hot dog in his fist. “We’re going to walk! On a walk, I mean. We’re going on a walk.”

“Nailed it. So smooth,” Steve said, side-eyeing Eddie.

Eddie grumbled but Steve had a point. With the same energy he launched the words out, Eddie stood up and moved around the coffee table. Steve followed slowly behind with a nod in Wayne’s direction that Eddie was sure was meant as an apology but read like "I'll have him home by nine, sir".

They made their way out and onto a familiar path into the woods. Eddie finished his food, half wishing for a paper towel or something but half thrilled to dirty up these shorts so he couldn’t wear them. Meeting in the middle of that, Eddie wiped most of the ketchup onto a tree…then his shorts.

Summer was hell on Eddie’s fashion and usually, he stuck to it, dedicated to the look, but he’d been home with people who’d seen him look far worse than breaking "uniform". Jeans that were now shorts (and just a little too short) and a t-shirt that long ago became a tank top, armholes cut to the hem. That part wasn’t so bad but the low-top sneakers without socks and lazy ponytail were the biggest crimes here.

Not everyone could look as flawless in summer wear as Steve. His jean shorts were way shorter than Eddie’s and it didn’t look embarrassing at all. In fact, Eddie kind of appreciated them. Mixed with an undershirt that was just a bit see-through and the sandals smacking out a warning of their arrival through the woods. Eddie should have hated every part but he’d been walking a few steps behind to appreciate it.

Something Steve didn’t let last long and, this time, Eddie didn't complain. Turning around to try and walk backward and look at Eddie but stumbling, with all the leaves and sticks and his flip flops, it wasn’t easy. So Steve stopped moving.

“We have to give them a dance,” he said. There was a seriousness in his words but not the urgency Eddie was used to, it wasn’t an order. It sounded like a request and came with a hopeful bit of innocence that almost had Eddie crying. That voice could get Eddie to walk in an active volcano.

“There’s no way. How do we do it? Are you offering up your place?”

“God, my parents would skin me alive. Please.”

Eddie did not want to hear the reason why on that one. “So what, we break into the school? Actually, no wait. I kind of like that part.”

“You think you could steal Scott’s keys?” There was a spark of mischief in Steve’s eyes that Eddie always enjoyed and that said he’d hatched a full plan.

It wasn’t hard to figure out the plan but Eddie wasn’t going to take this moment from Steve. He’d heard the grievances, the whining in private because Eddie was a safe and similar space, all about not being taken seriously. Eddie did that other thing they were both a little too good at and played dumb.

Pressing an innocent hand to his chest, Eddie played shocked. “Lil old me? Commit such a crime? Why, sir. I would never.”

“Why can’t you ever answer like a normal person? Okay, so it was a dumb question, of course, you can but will you?”

“Off his person or from his house?”

“Yeah, B and E sounds good but I’m not waiting for you, so if you get hauled in I hope it’s worth it.”

Steve started walking again, aimless and slower this time now that they’d completed the mission of getting far away from the trailer. Eddie followed, easily catching up to crash into Steve affectionately.

“If we invite him over I can easily slip it off the key ring. He always tosses his keys on the table. What are you thinking?”

“He’s probably got the same classroom as always, right? I mean it’s kind of hard to move all the science shit. So we break into the school, with the keys I mean, and we decorate up his classroom like a horrible dance. We’ll have to trick them there and I don’t have a plan for that yet but I can come up with something. I think your uncle will be the hard part so you might have to help and then they can have a dance because even though they’re totally dumb and I don’t know why anyone would wanna go, Scott kinda needs it and I think it’d be so cute. Bam, it's totally easy.”

“Cute? You think it’d be cute?” Eddie said the word as if it were new to him but with a smile that could be seen from space.

“Shut up! You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, you mean a cute date for cute old men. It’ll be so adorable.” Eddie cooed as he clutched his hands to his chest.

“What night are you breaking into Mr. Clarke’s…Scott’s place? I mean, so I can tell the cops to be somewhere else obviously. Also, do you happen to know Scott's house number...for unrelated reasons.” Grumbling as he walked, Steve tossed one of his award-winning stares toward Eddie. I would have stopped a weaker man but not Eddie, he fed off it.

“That’s not very cute of you.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Then who will be on the dance committee with me,” Eddie whined.

With his arms crossed, Steve glared into the woods. “Look, if it was a dumb idea you could have just said so. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Whoops, too far.

Eddie drops the act with a whole show like it hurts him to do so for Steve but Steve's worth it. Why he does that rather than apologize, even he doesn't understand.

“It’s not a dumb idea, I like it. My uncle is going to complain the whole time but I think we can pull it off. I might even be able to get him to dress up for the occasion.”

—

Of all the ways Scott thought he’d be spending his summer vacation, hanging around the Munson home didn’t make the list. He and Wayne had always been cordial, a head nod, how's the weather, good to see you. Every once in a while Scott would be blessed with more, an update on Eddie, or asked if he was still teaching but it was barely more than he had with the other guardians of former students.

And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted more. That he was well-behaved and never thought about Wayne Munson unless faced with him, which used to feel so silly. An unattainable goal, a statistical improbability, a dream.

Yet here he was spending his summer break with the Munsons and not hiding in his garage or working some horrid summer job. There was likely something cheesy to say about dreams coming true but Scott stuck to talking about the odds or that the answer was never truly a zero percent chance.

While they lived in this strange space, where Scott felt as comfortable in Wayne’s home as he did his own (a feeling he hoped was mutual). So much so he kept a few important things in the trailer. They also hadn’t put a label on anything. Scott didn’t need that but it meant he occasionally felt like he was getting ahead of himself with all this.

As enjoyable as it was, there were a lot of adjustments as well. Wayne was hard to read yet left so much between the lines, Scott felt he had a head start on this but Wayne at home was nothing like the man that stormed the school, yelling about his nephews' grades and the other boys picking on him.

This led to occasional confusion, especially when it came to the nature of what they were. Rather than wearing his heart on his sleeve like Scott, Wayne had it under his sleeve and piled in thick layers of flannel topped with a winter jacket.

Scott was chipping through the layers slowly and he didn’t mind a bit of work. The rewards that followed were always that much sweeter. Every tiny gesture felt monumental and kept Scott walking on clouds for days. Yet always itching for a bit more.

Bigger than all that was the adjustment in having all these things could be called dates be double dates. Either planned with or crashed by Eddie and Steve Harrington. And school taught Scott plenty to prepare him to teach but there wasn’t a single lesson dedicated to how to put the moves on someone when a former student was in the room.

Both boys had graduated, they were adults in most ways, but they’d not been out of school long enough for Scott to not remember them both vividly. He still saw them as the middle schoolers they hadn’t been for years now.

A skill that came in handy as everyone stubbornly tried to ride out a heat wave in the Munson trailer rather than coming to Scott’s house. He only had a window unit, not central air, but it’d keep them a hell of a lot cooler. It was pride, he knew that much, and was willing to suffer a bit to let them have it.

Since all they were doing was laying around, waiting for nightfall (which wasn’t providing as much relief these past few days), Scott found his way over more days than not. They could all be miserable together.

Steve must have had a similar thought process since he was always there. Though usually whispering in the corner with Eddie or dragging him on walks. For whatever reason, those boys took off multiple times a day, Wayne insisted it was to fool around but this wasn’t the only home they could invade. They were up to something, Scott could feel it. Even if he couldn’t put it into words enough to explain to Wayne how wrong he was. Teacher’s intuition, survival, and just a good old fashion hunch but Scott knew something was brewing.

A couple of weeks later, Scott was given the chance to gloat as the boys showed up at his house…without Wayne. Looking every bit like they were fundraising for their class trip and making it hard for Scott to see them as the young adults they were. Aided greatly by Eddie’s royal presentation of a piece of paper.

Steve rolled his eyes hard enough for everyone as he stood there with his hip cocked to one side and a sigh moving his hair off of his forehead. He offered some supplemental information and returned the keys to the school that Scott did not know he was missing. The second part was far more frightening than the first.

And off they skipped to light fires or steal keys, apparently. Scott looked over the paper, clearly the handiwork of Eddie. It was hard to forget those doodled papers turned in without answers but epic wars that took place throughout the whole sheet. And he worked in a bit of that flair despite trying his best to work with a theme.

Not any theme, though, a seafoam green and beige under the sea theme. Scott remembered the conversation, more than that he remembered feeling foolish for his admission. It was awkward enough to clear the room but it hadn’t seemed to scare Wayne off who was incredibly understanding. Even let that stoic nature drop to share he too regretted not attending school dances. The uncomfortable moment turned into something nice, something that Scott hoped brought him and Wayne closer but was also not to be brought up again.

For as in the way as those boys could be they had to be awfully observant. Sneaky too but that wasn't Scott's job to deal with in this situation. He would have to mention some parts to Wayne though.

He’d been instructed to show up to his classroom (which explained the keys) in two hours and to come dressed in formal wear. As Scott showered, Sam Cooke on the record player, he wondered who was the mastermind behind this. It didn’t seem like the sort of thing Wayne would put together but it also didn’t seem like the sort of thing Wayne would attend so he had to be involved somehow.

Scott took nearly the entire two hours to get ready, this hopeful little feeling making a nest in his chest as walked out to his car was nice. Feeling as childish as he’d accused Steve and Eddie of being but excited. This was a hard gesture to misinterpret and things with Wayne might be a little more serious than Scott thought. In the best possible way.

He hadn’t thought he’d be excited to see the school in the summer months, never mind downright giddy. Wayne’s truck was nowhere in sight but Scott was almost late so he went right inside in case it was parked somewhere else. Easily walking the empty and dark halls toward his classroom, excitement switched to nerves. With no clue what was waiting for him, Scott tried not to think the worst.

The door stood open, and light poured out into the hall, as soft music played from the room. Standing in the doorway, though, Scott realized that wasn’t even half of the magic. The boys would have to be talked to about making such liberal use of his access to the school. Later, much later. For now, they deserved an award. They’d dragged in everything they could and if he walked the halls he’d find nothing but open doors and ransacked rooms but it was so hard to be mad looking at this scene. Not only to mention the care and work that went into this.

The way the boys took what they had around them to make something beautiful was admirable. It was proof that tests and forumlas weren't the only way to measure how smart someone was.

Streamers made their way from the center of the room to the walls, they’d covered some of the lights with blue butcher paper, and one lone window had a wave taped to the bottom. Either they ran out of time or dedication.

It was no surprise to find half his AV equipment pulled in for a sound system. Which was resourceful but made Scott’s skin crawl a little knowing he’d likely have to put it back to get it how he liked it. Currently, it was playing The Supremes and Scott found something a little too fitting about hearing how you can’t hurry love.

There was a little drink station on a desk with what looked like the largest Tupperware bowl the Munsons had and Dixie Cups Scott recognized from the bathroom. Around it were hand-drawn fish and a single mermaid. The chalkboard had more of the same, including mermaids made to look like Steve and Eddie. They may not have been the third wheel Scott wanted but they could be so adorable sometimes.

Scott dared to venture into the classroom, slowly wandering around and humming along with the music. Lost in thought as he inspected his very own school dance. Which led to him finding the first and second post-it notes, among the school of fish on the chalkboard.

We promise we will clean everything up.

And put it back where we got it.

The second one had a tiny "no" in the corner, in pen, that looked like someone tried to erase it. He could hear the boys bickering and see that affectionate annoyance on Steve’s face. But it switched his admiration to a mission as he sought out any other notes.

Another set was on the desk beside the bowl of mystery liquid in color plastic. A string of words no science teacher wanted to put together.

It’s Hawaiian Punch. No liquor.

There’s rum under the table if you want to change that. (Written in a different handwriting than the first)

Scott debated the alcohol but he thought he’d wait and see how Wayne felt. Who he was starting to doubt was coming. With a deep breath, Scott tried to avoid letting all of that take over. There was a clear plan here and it wasn’t going to fall apart just because he wasn’t included in the making of it.

Resuming his wandering, Scott caught a duffle bag on his desk. By far the most out-of-place item in the room. Immediately he moved to investigate. A mess of yellow notes lay in front of the bag.

We couldn’t figure out how to get Wayne to dress up (half a page worth of sad faces finished this message)

So I (Eddie) picked out the nicest outfit he has and put it in this bag. Sorry about the wrinkles. Steve says sorry about the color.

You’ll have to tell him to change. Also sorry about that.

A friend of ours will be by at 7:30 to take your picture. Gotta have the full experience. At least get him dressed up for that.

Have my uncle home by midnight.

The last note came with doodles in the corners, a nice little demon stabbing the word midnight because some things never change.

What this told Scott was that Wayne did not have a hand in this. All of this work came at the hands of Steve and Eddie and he wasn’t sure if it was supposed to feel like a compliment but it did. It went beyond that, this was an honor.

So many horror stories were out there trying to get involved with a family and right now, Scott had more confidence the boys were welcoming him in than Wayne. It couldn’t hurt his chances though if he had Eddie’s approval.

Scott tried to stop stressing about every little thing and remind himself to just enjoy the journey. It was going well and he knew that. He also knew Wayne well enough to know what he was getting into. This was enjoyable, he needed to relax and take it all as it happened. Something Scott had been telling himself since childhood.

Somewhere in the middle of his ancient mantras, Wayne materialized. Standing in the doorway, not unlike Scott had minutes ago but looking far more out of place. It softened those bits of anxiety, preventing them from taking hold and Scott needed to figure out when the man started to have that effect on him.

“The boys have been busy,” Scott said just above a whisper.

“I’m guessing you don’t need help with repairs and setting up for the school year?” Wayne let out a chuckle that said he really should have known they were up to something.

“They usually don’t let us in for that this early.”

With a laugh, Scott walked across the room until he was just out of reach. Trying to find some of the confusion he had when he first showed up.

“So what’s all this then?”

“I think they decided to give us that school dance we never had. I mean, I didn’t get the chance to ask if you wanted to go with me but I’m hoping the answer is yes at this point. It’d be awfully awkward if it wasn’t.”

Smiling brightly, Scott clasped his hands behind his back and rubbed the toe of his shoe on the ground. Expecting a yes, or more likely a sure, to follow his playful question.

“They’re idiots,” Wayne shook his head and leaned back into the hallway, looking in both directions.

For the first time, Scott thought this wasn’t going to happen. That Wayne was going to turn around and walk out. A typical school dance experience, Scott supposed. He didn’t have a whole lot of experience asking anyone but the rejection would be an expected risk.

He stopped the over-the-top nervous fiddling and tried not to deflate. That could wait a few minutes. Scott didn’t say a word, he didn’t want to agree that the kids were idiots. Not when they went through all this trouble. Not when they made him feel this much a part of the family before he had any right to. Even the mermaid self-portraits and tiny demons were worth appreciating. He'd have to figure out a way to thank them for their troubles later.

And like he did, Wayne stayed silent. Something Scott usually didn’t mind but right now every second of it felt like a lifetime. Of which Wayne subjected him to several.

“They got a lot right,” he started “But they shoulda let me ask you properly. I don’t even have one of them flowers for your jacket.”

Weight dropped off Scott. He knew he was smiling like an idiot, his cheeks hurt from trying to broaden them beyond what his face could hold. “With everything they thought of, I am a bit surprised they didn’t leave us any flowers. They probably would have been picked from the field behind your place or, worse, one of Steve’s neighbors.”

“Yeah, probably and I’m guessing they already got a list of crimes.”

“They did steal my keys.” That might have come out more as a complaint if Scott had stopped smiling, words still laced with promise and a touch of affection.

“I’m gonna have to ground ‘em both and I’m tackin' on a couple of extra days for letting me come looking like this.”

“Ho-ho!” Scott said, raising his finger in the air. “They thought of that. There’s a bag of your clothes on my desk and there's plenty of places to go change.”

“Those little shits!” Wayne said with a laugh, walking over to grab the bag. “Which way are the bathrooms in this place?”

“Take a left, then another one. You can find them from there.”

Wayne disappeared and Scott half wanted to swat at the air. No doubt there were little cartoon birds and hearts flying around his head. He was definitely floating as he went back to looking around for any additional notes.

As Fats Domino told the room where he found his thrills, Wayne returned. Scott immediately greeted him with a wolf whistle that echoed off the halls and earned a now-familiar growl of required protest.

“I don’t know why they picked this shirt,” he grumbled, tugging at the buttons and trying to get it to lay right.

“I do.”

“Are y'checking me out?”

Scott shrugged his shoulders, diverting his eyes but not denying the claims.

“We are far too old for that nonsense,” Wayne said with a shake of his head and a very sly smile. The sort that wrinkled his face in just the right spots and said there was so much more to him than the stoic man everyone else saw.

“We’re also standing in a makeshift high school dance. Lean into it, I say. We aren’t going to get another chance at this.”

“Does that mean you saved a dance for me?”

Scott raised his eyebrows and took a page out of Wayne’s book. He nodded his head rather than saying anything.

They continued with the silence after that, comfortable in it but not something they were dedicated to. A couple of stories triggered by their mixtape here, a few jokes about getting caught making out there, and sitting on the desks to complain about long days, but they didn’t need to say more. Swaying around the room to music, regardless of the tempo of the song, happy to be there.

And if they shared a couple of soft kisses, and snuck their hands a little lower than they should, then that was their business. This wasn’t a high school dance. No one was here to tell them how to behave.

If they were younger, if they still did things like that, Scott would have asked to go steady or to make this official but he was in his forties and stopped sending check yes or no notes decades ago. Yet, he didn't have to ask. There was more than a gut feeling the "yes" would be checked. Wayne was going to be someone in Scott’s life for a long time.

#steddie #clarkson #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #scott clarke #fun little fic

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emimiiibakery · 2 years ago

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Love at the Arcade

──★ ˙ ̟ Synopsis: Kantaro and Kenta are having a date at Akihabara and decide to go to the arcade.

──★ ˙ ̟ Pairing: Mikoshiba Kenta x Misuji Kantaro

──★ ˙ ̟ Genre: Fluff

──★ ˙ ̟ Word Count: 1,331 words

──★ ˙ ̟ A/N: I revived just so I can cross post a fic from my AO3 ? Yeah. Super busy with CETS, so I can’t really write anything huhu. Have fun reading this tho!!

The streets of Akihabara were bustling with people. So many different things to see condensed into one district of Japan. It’s an amazing sight to behold, but the two teens weren’t here to watch the crowd or sight see, no, they were here on a date.

It wasn’t Kenta and Kantaro’s first date, but the multi-colored hair boy couldn’t help but get excited as if it was their first time going out with each other. Everytime they decided to spend time with one another, a lovey dovey happy feeling would always bubble inside both of them. Although the shorter boy would always be more open about it while the taller one opted to keep it to himself.

The two lovers were having snacks at a cute cafe just a little bit off from the center of Akihabara, when suddenly an idea popped into the shorter boy's head. "Ken-chan! Let's take a pic! We look super adorbs!", Kantaro cheerfully said as he reached into his pocket to grab his phone. "You know I don't like taking pictures, right? You could take one of our food instead, it would practically be the same thing", Kenta said not interested in taking any photos whatsoever. "Awh c'mon! Just one! Please? Pretty please!", the shorter boy pleaded using his very best puppy eyes. All the taller boy could do was look away and focus on something else because he knew that he couldn't say no to his boyfriend's pleading eyes. "Tch, fine. Just one though", the green haired boy feigned annoyance. "Yehay! C'mon! Pose like this! And angle your head just a bit higher." the shorter boy said practically bouncing off his seat. Kenta could only snicker at his boyfriend's childish nature when it came to taking pictures.

After the two had finished their snacks and impromptu photoshoot for a single photo, they were off wandering the bustling streets. The lovers walked around hand in hand, not really knowing what to do next. Kantaro considered going to one of the malls located in the district, but they went shopping together not too long ago. As the two were walking the shorter boy suddenly stopped causing the taller one to look at his lover in confusion. "Ah! Ken-chan, I have no idea what to do for this date. Augh! I'm so mad I didn't come up with something before we went out! I'm a failure of a boyfriend!", the multi-color haired boy sighed in utter defeat. "Not really, we ate out didn't we? That's already a good date, but if you want to do something before we go home. Let's go to the arcade? We haven't been to one in a while", suggested the green haired boy to his significant other who's eyes practically sparkled at the idea. "You're right! Ken-chan you're the best! C'mon let's go!", Kantaro said, dragging his lover towards a nearby arcade.

The establishment was like any normal arcade but with the added aesthetic of colorful lighting that changed every few minutes. They had crane games, rhythm games and more scattered between the three floors of the building. The short boy looked around already thinking of the many ways he could use the arcade as his personal photo studio. Before anything could happen, he had to remind himself that his significant other hated taking pictures. Maybe, he could convince him, but he's already used his daily lifeline a while ago. Perishing the thought of taking any cute couple pictures he let out a depressed sigh. "What are you looking so sad for? Anyways, here don't go spending them all on one plushie because you think it's cute", Kenta said snickering as he handed his pouting boyfriend a handful of coins. "I won't! I have self control! Anyways, meet up after an hour?", Kantaro said, stuffing the coins in his pocket. "Sure, I'm gonna head up to the rhythm games. See you", the green haired hacker said as he walked up the stairs to where the other games were located.

"What to play? I'm not really good at arcade games", the multi-colored hair idol said to himself as he wandered the rows of different arcade machines. "Ah, a cute plushie! It looks just like me, but a bunny", Kantaro squealed at how cute the plush bunny was. Ignoring what his boyfriend said earlier he tried his hand at getting the plush. After a couple tries and a helping hand from the kind staff, he was now in possession of the stuffed bunny. "Are there one's that look like Ken-chan? We could get matching ones! That would be so cute!!", he giggled to himself as he skipped through the aisles trying to find a plushie that looked like his boyfriend.

After a few minutes, he found a cat plushie that had the same smirk that Kenta usually wore. "It's. perfect.", Kantaro said as he eyed the stuffed animal. He had his eyes set on that cat plush and he won't be leaving the arcade without it. He kept trying and trying but to no avail, even after the staff helped him. It's almost like it doesn't want to come home to him! How rude! "Hey, didn't I say not to spend all your coins on a plushie?", a familiar voice spoke. "Ah! Kenta, you're back so soon! Well, in my defense it's my second plushie, so!" the shorter boy argued with an innocent smile. "I was looking for you because all the games here are for normies and noobs", the taller boy shrugged. "Anyways, you want this little guy, but you suck at crane games? Lmao '', Kenta said as he leaned on his significant other's back. "I'm not bad! It's just that this cat plushie is so stubborn like you, hmph!" the multi-colored hair boy whined and puffed out his cheeks. "Then, I'll do it. I'll get him for you because you look like you'll cry if you don't get him lmfao", the green haired boy said as he took his lover's place in front of the claw machine.

"WAH! YOU GOT HIM! Thankies!" Kantaro yelled as he held up the cat plush like you would a child. "Here Ken-chan! I was getting him for you! So now we have matching plushies! Adorbs!!", the shorter boy smiled as he handed the stuffed toy cat to his lover and pulled out his own bunny plushie. "Uh huh, yeah thanks. I guess I can see the resemblance", the tall hacker said as he held up the plush. "Ken-chan, face it towards me! I'm gonna do something", the multi-colored hair idol said with a grin. "Okay, but why?", Kenta asked, but still did what his partner told him. "Because! Chuu!!!", Kantaro said as he pushed his bunny plush towards Kenta's cat plush making it look like they kissed. The tall green haired boy could only turn red at his lover's actions. "Hehe we basically kissed!", the short idol said as he repeated the action once more before he got stopped by his boyfriend. Without warning Kenta kissed Kantaro's lips in a chaste kiss. "Ehh?!?", was all the idol could say. "Wouldn't you rather have actual kisses?", Kenta said as his face turned a hue of red reminiscent of a cherry. "You, you! You're so cute! If you wanted kisses you could have said so!", Kantaro said, returning to his cheerful attitude. "It's- it's embarrassing! So get off my case would ya?!?", the young hacker said covering his face from his teasing lover

As the two walked home, the young idol kept teasing his boyfriend about how cute and innocent he is under all that rudeness he shows online. "This date was a success! Not only did we get matching plushies, but I got to see Ken-chan's cute side too!", Kantaro said giggling as he squished the bunny plushie he held in his hand. "Would you let that go already?", Kenta said clearly annoyed at the teasing. At least the date went well, at the expense of Kenta's pride.

#paradox live #paralive #kenta mikoshiba #kantaro misuji #visty #gokuluck #kenta mikoshiba x kantaro misuji #paralive fluff #paralive fanfic #fanfic

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raygothops · 9 months ago

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The end of an era, or so it feels. I'm not sure what's happened or what's happening, what changed, why I feel the way I do, but something is different in my head. I don't feel like things are clicking the way they normally do. Nothing has grossly changed, but some little things are different. I feel like football doesn't hit the same way internally as before, like it's more distant. It feels like medicine has taken some of that real estate. It's interesting because love is basically boundless for me, and I thought my anchoring energy worked similarly where I could develop new anchors while maintaining the same significance.

That's the thing though, significances feel like they changed. Now, people are super significant. I'm wondering if people have maybe replaced or displaced football. Maybe my anchors are zero-sum. Is that good or bad? Who knows. I almost flipped the switch playing today and then I just didn't. Maybe subconsciously knowing the situation, I saved it. I don't know. It was weird though. I had the emotions but I processed them and they went away more than they stayed. Maybe I have better emotional processing... Or less emotions, at least related to football.

Because I still haven't released my other emotions from earlier in February. Basically I'm somewhere over 100% of my emotional capacity with an artificially inflated emotional threshold because I still need to cry, just haven't done it yet. That need to cry has been more come and go than expected, but we'll see how this next week goes.

I would like to say weekend but I'm not sure what type of weekend it will be, though I know there's one type it won't be. It won't be a culmination of friendship, it'll be a bitter reminder of how to pay more attention to communication.

I had the greatest presence of anyone I've ever met, and all signs and indications say I blew it. I said too much and that was that. Did I deserve it? I don't know what I deserve. Is it on-brand for my life? Yes, though I think this is the first time I've blown it given my breakup was mutual.

I told her I didn't deserve her, and I guess I was right. I wanted to be a great friend, I just wanted to be a positive. I had a very simple job, and I didn't do it. I guess not doing my job today is a nice summary of not doing my job in this situation. I started well and finished horribly. And now I don't know. I don't know what the emotions are towards me in either situation, but I know I failed. The pain of failing Sam hasn't really hit yet, I don't know when it will, maybe once I know she's gone. The sadness hit me already, but that's all muddied by the feelings of failure.

I feel like I've failed so much recently, and it's crazy because my school progress makes it appear that everything is moving forward well but the truth is, I haven't been doing things well. It's similar to the feelings at the end of 2023, except I had gotten so many gaps addressed to start the year that it felt like I could ride high into my new phase of life. Instead, I'm just walking, walking with the weight of my failure. At least I've been able to hold my head up this week. But I stopped riding high 2 weeks ago. I got checked and I was humbled. I don't really know if I can even apologize properly for what happened, or if it even matters. I guess it's just another part of my heart permanently reserved for someone who may never update that reservation again. Unfortunately, this is the first time but it would be great if it was the last, because losing people on my heart is painful. It's not a quick pain, it's a slow burn that is really hard to put out because you give them so much time as a cushion. I guess one day, she could write back, but I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. It's her right and I'm just a guy she met less than 7 weeks ago.

That was a lot and I could do more self-criticism but I think the point is clear. The thing that could be replacing/displacing football is about to change my life. 2 weeks of waiting isn't anxiety-inducing to me, but it does feel like a waste of 2 weeks. At least SOAP could be next week but I digress. The next time I'm taking care of kids, I'll be their actual doctor I guess. The idea of doctor, or any position for me, has never been daunting really. I know what I'm there to do and I'll do it to the best of my ability. I got to schedule for a non-Sabbath graduation both for Dad and for me. I just like clean Sabbaths tbh. Will not walking with people suck? A bit. Is it worth the awkwardness? Not really to me. I know my brain and Dad won't be there on a Saturday afternoon. People will show up though, I assume. I do have to be careful with assuming though, that can get you into trouble.

With Sam at least, it wasn't anything like assumptions really. It was just faith in her. Faith that she would just accept my heart offered raw. It was too much though.

Back to graduation. Idk how I'm inviting people but I just hope that special people can be there. Part of me wonders how big that list will get, cause my heart only grows with that list it seems. I just want to get on to the next part of life though. I've been here just kinda passing time and I want to change lives now.

Romantically, idk man. I can be liked hypothetically. Will some girl actually like me? Feels like a hard sell. Idk, I feel like with relationships, people tell more dreams than reality. Maybe there's someone but it feels more like kind words than something to really believe.

My eyes are tired so I'm stop, but who knows? There could be part 2

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formulalfc · 11 months ago

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dream destination place

dream job

what motivates you

what’s your passion

what’s your favorite color

what’s your favorite season

places you’ve visited/dream vacation spots

language u wanna learn

if you could move anywhere in the world where would it be

favorite genre of clothing

zodiac sign

hair color

what would you have rather been named other than your actual current birth given name

something you wish to improve on

something you wish to experience or try

favorite dish!!

that’s ALL i could possibly think of as of right now

i've always wanted to go to kyoto in japan (when phoebe bridget's wrote a song about it i literally died)

my dream job is to be a musician but rn i'm focing on becoming a journalist/working in media which i am also really excited to get into

my motivation is honestly my fear of failure, i am absolutely terrified of not making something of myself

my passion is people i guess?? i LOVE seeing people happy, i think it's so sad that we live in a world we're misery is everywhere, seeing people happy makes my heart clench

favourite colour is red

favourite season is autumn

palestine is the most beautiful place i've ever been honestly i remember walking around and there was a guy playing my way by frank sinatra (it was played at my great-grandads funeral and me and him were super close) and that memory brings tears to me eyes

i really want to learn gaelic, i know a few words but i think it's such a beautiful language

i really wanna live in sweden lol, i just feel like it's such a chill country

my fashion sense is very adam sandler core but i love simplistic fashion, like i hate really over the top shit, i think simple fashion is so easy for anyone to pull off

i'm an aquarius

i'm a natural blonde but i died my hair pink like a year ago for ages and it's mostly faded but my hair looks kinda ombré ginger at the bottom

i feel like ophelia is such a pretty name (i'm thinking about calling my kid that if i have one)

i really wanna improve on my like debating ability (sounds weird but stick with me), i get so passionate about things that i get upset when people don't feel the same way. and i don't mean it in like a i refuse to listen to their argument eay but like when they're so obviously wrong and they don't see how like hurtful what they're saying is it really gets me going

i wanna try being a dj, i feel like it's harder than people think but easier than what dj's want you to think

i love my uncles pasta bake (it fucking slaps so hard) or fajitas or duck pancakes.

ANON YOU ARE THE GOAT

#formulalfc

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multifandomimagines · 3 years ago

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Let Me Show You - A Theo Raeken Imagine

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3469

Summary: Reader is feeling stressed and insecure, so Theo wants to be there for her and make her feel perfect.

Warnings: Smut (female-receiving oral and vaginal), insecurity, mentions of IED

Written by: Josie

A/N: Keep reading after the cut 👀

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Y/N sighed as the puffy red eyes of her reflection stared back at her through the mirror. This week had been… different. Every little thing had been going wrong, and each day brought more and more emotion, stress and insecurity. Her under-eyes were dark with exhaustion and her smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was - that is, when it showed itself anyway.

She didn’t even hear when her bedroom door opened and closed softly, didn’t register the light footsteps across her carpet moving toward her; not until the eyes of her boyfriend met hers in the mirror, round with concern. Seeing him so suddenly would usually have elicited a wide grin from Y/N, and she would jump into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Yet, in the state she was in, his arrival made her feel as if she could finally let it all out. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and her eyes prickled with tears.

“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking, and hurriedly turned around to bury her head in his neck. Almost like a reflex, Theo held her tightly to his chest as she cried, his hand rubbing up and down her trembling back. He slowly walked them backward until his legs hit the edge of her bed, and pulled her shaking body onto his lap.

“Shh, baby,” Theo hushed her sobs tenderly. “It’s okay.” Her head had made its way back to his neck, Y/N couldn’t even look up at him. He wouldn’t show it, because he had to be strong for her, but seeing his girl like this broke him to pieces inside. She was the only person who saw the good in him when everyone else tossed him aside as either a failure or a villain. Either way, he was a lost cause in the eyes of most people. Everyone really… well, everyone except her. Out of all of the people Theo had met in his life, he knew Y/N deserved to be happy more than anyone. She deserved to be cared for, celebrated, loved. As someone who dragged him out of his darkest places, Theo wanted nothing more than to help her out of hers.

Y/N sniffled, and slowly lifted her head from Theo’s shoulder, her eyes staring downward and avoiding the gaze of her boyfriend. She knew it hurt him to see her like this and she wished she could just… stop.

“Hey,” she heard him say. “Look at me Y/N.” His voice was rich with worry for the girl he loved, and she flinched at the thought of causing him grief. It was quick, but Theo saw it, and his heart snapped once again. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone softly, collecting the tears that were slowly drying on her face. She subtly leaned into his touch without even realising she did it, it was like her body moved off it’s own accord, drawn to him. Gently, Theo moved his hand to Y/N’s chin and turned her head to face him.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Y/N finally let Theo see the pain in her eyes. They were glossy and slightly bloodshot, and Theo’s gaze softened at the sight of her vulnerability. “What’s wrong?” He asked a simply question, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Everything,” she breathed. Theo’s fingers ran themselves through her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Initially she wanted to shrug him off and succumb to her feelings again, but she let him comfort her. “I’m just feeling everything all at once. Theo, I can’t-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” He held her cheeks delicately, scared to break her fragile form. “Breathe with me.”

It was something Theo had learned over the months. Sometimes Y/N really needed to calm down and just breathe slowly, in and out, exhaling the intensity of her feelings as much as her brain would allow. Though she hadn’t admitted it, Y/N realised that the method worked better when Theo led her through it.

After a minute or so of long, deep breaths, Y/N was no longer jolting with the ghosts of sobs from earlier. Theo continued to hold her close, remaining gentle but tight enough to always remind her that he was there for her. No matter what.

“This week has been so bad,” She began, and Theo stayed silent, realising that she was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk. He felt a small surge of pride flow through him at this, knowing that it was hard for her at times. “I’m stressed. I still have so much work to do, and deadlines are creeping up on me like a freakin’ predator. I’m worried for my brother, he’s struggling with his IED and he’s even been taking his meds, but they keep needing to up the dose and it kills me to see him in the state he gets. I keep screwing up too, like earlier I kept stalling the car, and I broke a photo frame yesterday morning, and I forgot to submit an assignment for grading at the beginning of the week. And I can’t sleep at night… Theo, I’m so tired.”

“Hey, come here,” Theo whispered, pulling her into another hug. “Okay, first of all, you are so smart and every time you get stressed about an assessment, you always go and smash it, don’t you?”

A smile threatened to pull at her lips at his confidence in her, and she nodded.

“Right,” Theo grinned. “Next thing, Liam is resilient, just like you. He won’t let one little setback get him down, and his meds will be sorted before you know it. Plus, he’s lucky to have you as a sister, you know that? You’re always there for him, everyone sees it.”

Y/N shifted on Theo’s lap, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “And,” He continued. “Everyone has weeks where they feel like they mess everything up, even super cool badasses like me.” Y/N giggled, spurring Theo on. “Someone as perfect as you doesn’t need to worry about a few little mistakes. They’re nothing, okay? Not important.” His hand moved soothingly up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that everything?”

“Um, yeah…” Y/N trailed off quietly, suddenly avoiding her boyfriend’s eyes and sinking into herself. Theo knew her so well at this point that not a single subtle movement would go unnoticed, so he raised his eyebrows at her response. He knew she was holding back, and she knew that he knew. Sighing, Y/N gave in a little. “It’s stupid.”

“What have I always told you?” He said, smiling at her. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I’ll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded and breathed in, slightly shakily. “I feel ugly, Theo.”

“What?” Theo whispered in disbelief, his eyes the size of saucers. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby-“

“I told you it was stupid-“

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-“ Theo searched for the words in his brain. He never thought he’d have to convince the most beautiful girl in the world that that’s what she was. He thought it was just common knowledge, really. “You and ‘ugly’ would never even fit in the same category. Not even in the same universe.”

“That’s just not true though,” Y/N stated, shaking her head, her eyes tired. “I can’t even look in the mirror at the moment. I feel like when I look, I’m not looking back at me. And it makes me cry. I’d rather not see myself at all than to look at that reflection.”

If Theo’s heart wasn’t broken before, the damage was definitely done now. Hearing Y/N, his girl, say that she wasn’t pretty, but ugly, made him feel all kinds of lost and confused, but more so sad, because he wished he could take away her pain and make it all disappear. Unfortunately, his powers of pain transference only worked on physical pain, and he silently cursed that fact.

“How can you not see what I see…” He whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “You know, the first time I saw you Y/N, even from a distance I knew I’d never see anyone as beautiful as you. And now I’m looking at you, months later, and I still think you’re just as stunning. You are gorgeous. You hear me? The most gorgeous ever.” Theo placed kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he spoke, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter. His words stirred something in her, and the intensity of his eyes boring into hers made her forget about everything she was worried about. A wave of adoration for her boyfriend washed over her, and she cupped his cheeks delicately, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Y/N didn’t have the words at that moment, all the emotion was caught in her throat, so she did what she felt conveyed her feelings best. She leaned forward and kissed him, Theo’s lips moving against hers immediately, as if by instinct. It was so soft, so pure, light as a feather. She pulled away from him all too soon, their eyes meeting each other once again, but Theo didn’t feel like stopping. “I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” He spoke lowly, holding her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “Please baby. Let me show you.”

He didn’t have to explicitly say what he really meant by that for both of them to know, and his request sent warm shivers through her body. She spoke only one word: “Okay.”

Theo connected their lips again, harder this time. Even with just a kiss, he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had for her in it. He would make sure that he made her feel exactly how she deserves to feel. Her hands had moved to the back of his neck, plucking at the hairs on his head, while Theo held her as close as their bodies would allow.

His fingers slid up her t-shirt slightly, brushing the skin underneath. Theo’s fingers were so cold that Y/N gasped against his lips, so her boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore. Slowly, he lifted her shirt up further and further until they were forced to pull away so Theo could tug it over her head and toss it on her bedroom floor.

Of course, Theo wanted to marvel her brilliance as best he could, so he gripped her by the waist and moved her carefully so she was laying flat on her bed, looking up at him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and waisted no time in resuming their kiss. His hands travelled down her sides as their lips moved in sync like a perfectly choreographed dance, and his hips ground into hers - gently still, yet hard enough to give Y/N friction where she needed it the most.

He dragged his lips to her neck, sucking and biting on the skin to create dark marks to decorate her already perfect body. Theo considered it his finishing touch to her, as he knew she needed him as much as he needed her, which was what made them so perfect. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, one leg secured over his hip to keep him close, and Theo reached around to unclip her bra. His eyes widened - he would never get used to seeing her body like this, and she wasn’t even fully exposed to him yet.

“I love these so much,” He said, lowering his head to one breast and closing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue sliding across her sensitive skin. Y/N moaned as he simultaneously kneaded her other breast with his hand. “I love this one,” He said, moving away from the one he was playing with. “And I love this one.” Theo reattached his lips to her other breast, her rapidly increasing breaths spurring him on.

Y/N’s hips involuntarily bucked up at Theo’s, and he chuckled lightly against her skin at the movement. He trailed his lips back up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, all while dragging her leggings and her panties down her legs as far as he could. He pulled away from Y/N’s lips to crawl down the bed until he could completely reveal her entire body. Her leggings and panties discarded on the floor, Theo looked his girl in the eyes as he placed his hands on her thighs and lightly encouraged her legs apart.

Shivering with anticipation, Y/N watched her boyfriend wide-eyed as he licked one long stripe up her centre. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the intense eye contact she held with Theo, until he began to flick his tongue against her clit. Her head fell back onto her pillow, arms flying down to grab onto Theo’s hair, feeling his head moving between her legs. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it was music to his ears. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, and started licking along her core, like it was his whole life’s purpose to do so.

“Fuck, Theo,” She whimpered, and Theo groaned against her at the sound of her saying his name in such a situation. Her voice held so much vulnerability yet so much excitement, so much feeling, so much love. The vibrations against her core sent waves of pleasure racing through her, and Theo watched through his eyelashes as her back arched off the bed.

Theo removed his mouth from her core, and her head whipped up briefly at the loss of contact, her eyes wide and pleading for something, anything. Barely moment after, Theo pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at a quick pace. Y/N moaned louder, and Theo pulled himself up so his head was level with hers, staring directly into her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “How good does this feel Princess?”

“So good,” Y/N breathed, barely being able to find it in herself to speak. She gripped onto his biceps as he continued his work between her legs, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “It feels amazing.”

Theo smirked slightly, content that he was getting exactly the reaction from her that he set out to get, and leaned down to capture her lips with his once again. He added another finger and picked up the pace of his actions, his mouth drowning her voice as she cried out. He kissed her hard, drawing the breath out of her almost completely, and she could taste herself on his tongue which only brought her closer to the edge.

Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Theo moved his lips around to her ear. “Are you gonna cum?” He said, his voice rough with his own arousal. He knew the answer, but he also knew that Y/N loved to hear his voice, and it somehow turned her on even more. All she could do at this point was nod frantically, her moans and whimpers making it impossible to get the words out. Theo sped up his actions even further, trying with everything he had to send her over the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

The words uttered into her ear sent her into ecstasy, and she let go screaming Theo’s name. He watched with his mouth hung open as her body pulsed and jolted as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her cries slowing into whimpers and her contorted face relaxing into one of sheer bliss.

A few moments later when Y/N had caught her breath, she reached down and palmed Theo’s bulge through his joggers, eyes widening when she realised how hard he already was. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and tensing at her touch. “N- no, baby,” He stuttered out, voice rough from the feeling. Y/N was confused as he slowly moved her hand away, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. “Tonight is about you.”

Usually she would protest and say that they both need to be pleasured equally, but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t have it in her to argue. Frantically, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his, tongue and teeth clashing in desperation. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

She pulled his shirt up his body, almost ripping the fabric with her speed, and he pulled away so she could pull it over his head. She loved to admire Theo’s toned chest and stomach, so she reached her hand down to feel up his abs. She tried to look, but Theo was adamant on her being the one who was worshipped, so he dipped his head and began sucking on her neck once again, causing her head to fall back and a moan to fall from her lips.

As he painted her neck with purple bruises, Y/N reached down and played with the waistband of his joggers, fiddling with the drawstrings. Theo felt her fingers brush him and growled against her neck, hurriedly standing up to yank them and his boxers to the ground, completely exposed before her.

Y/N whimpered at the sight of him, naked and ready for her, and he crawled back over her just as quickly as he’d stood up. Theo looked at her with dark eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to treat her to just what she deserved. “Please, Theo,” She whispered, and of course, Theo didn’t want to deny her anything she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.

The two of them moaned in harmony, jaws dropped open, as Theo pushed himself inside her, easily sliding in due to her wetness. He moved all the way in until he felt like he was inside Y/N’s stomach, pausing there as they both breathed heavily from the sensation. “Feeling better?” Theo spoke thinly, smiling at his girlfriend’s expression of pure pleasure.

“Miles better,” She replied, thrusting her hips up at Theo, making it known that she wanted more. The chimera began to move, pushing in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace, making sure she felt every single inch of him to give her the best sex possible. Y/N hands roamed his back, nails scratching at it and breaking the skin as she moaned and cursed into his ear.

“Always so tight and wet for me,” Theo groaned, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he moved. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He sped up his movements, making sure to hit the spot that gets her screaming, and grabbed at her breast with one hand and delicately stroking her cheek with the other. “I love you.”

Theo was going so deep and fast now, Y/N was so close. Her nails dug into his back as her release approached, unable to tear her eyes away from his as they glowed yellow from the adrenaline. “I love you too,” She spoke shakily, so nearly there, when Theo kissed her hard, knowing she was reaching her orgasm from her clenching walls.

“Now,” He spoke against her lips, and as soon as the word had left his lips, Y/N screamed out Theo’s name at the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, shaking and quivering around him. Moments later, as she was still feeling the high, she felt Theo slow his movements as he spilled into her, his own release washing through him like a tidal wave.

After coming down from their high, Theo flopped down next to her in bed, immediately pulling her close to rest her head on his chest, which was still rising and falling. He kissed her head lightly, stroking her hair affectionately, and then pulled the covers over their bodies. He knew Y/N was exhausted, not just from their activities but from her whole week. Her breathing had slowed and he realised she had already fallen into a relaxed slumber.

Theo smiled to himself - seeing his girl finally calm with no stress lines pulling at her face made his heart soar. He hated seeing her so upset, in fact it was his least favourite thing to see in the world, so he vowed to always be the one to lift her back up again.

Theo would always be there for her: rain or shine, any day, any time. And one day it’ll be ‘til death do them part. His smile lingered on his lips as he let his own eyelids closed and he joined her in her slumber, meeting her in her dream.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #theo raeken #theo raeken imagines #theo raeken imagine #teen wolf smut #theo raeken smut #theo raeken x reader #cody christian

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wutheringmights · 3 years ago

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Can I be greedy and ask for all of the boys ? And any characters you have strong opinions on? Pretty please? With lots of cherries and chocolate on top? ( for the ask meme ofc)

Anon, I'll finish up all of the boys in the Chain just for you. And trust me, I have an Infinite Amount of Strong Opinions. You have no idea how Opinionated I Am.

If anyone is coming in late to this, here are the boys I have done already and a short summary of my thoughts (click the hyperlinks to get the full Opinion):

Warriors: he's best when he's the trashy anti-Link, and I like him so much

Twilight: kind of boring, but I have a soft spot for him anyway because you never forget your first

Wind: should have been aged up a little so that he can have that identity crisis I'm craving

This... gets long. Really long. 3-hours-of-work-long. Before you read, please note that even when I speak negatively about something, it’s not to diss anyone who does like the thing. I’m not vague posting or being passive aggressive. This is all written in good humor and good faith.

That being said, let’s a-go!

-Sky-

What I love about them: He has one of the best character arcs of all the Links. I love that he starts off being lazy and kind of a jerk, but grows as a person because he wants to save his friend. And I love that he's truly the most courageous Link. He has no other successful hero of past or legacy to lean back upon to reassure him. He walked into that fight with Demise with no assurance from anyone that he would succeed. Yet, he does it anyway. Because he's a true hero and someone had to be one. And he's rewarded with a curse that he does not initially take seriously. He thinks he's saved everyone, yet he's cursed his spirit, possibly his bloodline, and his entire legacy of the kingdom of Hyrule into a doomed cycle of destruction. All because he dared to face evil incarnate. I love him.

What I hate about them: You know how I called Twilight boring? I should have saved that critique for Sky. LU Sky is actually the most boring interpretation of his character. All of his negative traits? Gone. All of his positives? Also gone. He's the blandest version of himself, and like Twilight, I now feel like I gotta add some spice to him to make him more interesting while still keeping him recognizable. Even so, he's still one of my favorite Links.

Favorite Moment/Quote: When he kicks Twilight's ass at sword fighting. That's stuff is *chef's kiss*

What I would like to see more focus on: You would think that there would be more angst out there about him realizing that he's actually been cursed, but it's still kind of hard to find. He's the Cursed Knight! The beginning of a terrible legacy! Imagine meeting a bunch of heroes for the first time, and instead of being relieved at having someone who understands your experiences, you're filled with horror at realizing that your victory was a false one. You didn't win. Your spirit will never be at rest. Imagine dealing with that realization for the rest of your life. You could never be at peace.

What I would like to see less focus on: I love that he loves his wife, but he's more just the fact that he's married, y'know? I would like to see a little less blind devotion to Hylia and Zelda, and more complicated feelings about being manipulated into being the hero.

Favorite pairing with: Sun/Link/Groose OT3! I have no reasoning behind this other than I like Groose and Groose definitely had a crush on SkSw Link.

Favorite friendship: I won't answer Groose again even if I want to, so I'll say Warriors. I cannot begin to describe how elite this friendship would be if you gave it a chance. They're just two boys dealing with unique positions of leadership and responsibility. They would probably even bond over being shitheads at different ends of the shithead spectrum. It's so good, okay?

NOTP: Ghirahim. I'm not too adverse to this one, but the ship hinges on whether you can redeem Ghirahim or not. In my opinion, Ghirahim is awesome because he's such a fun villain. Redeeming him ruins the fun.

Favorite headcanon: I have a whole life story planned out for Sky. Basically, he lives to be close to 500 years old by the power of the Triforce. He is the Link throughout the Era of Chaos who banishes the Dark Interlopers to the Twilight Realm and seals the Triforce in the Sacred Realm. He actually seals himself in the Sacred Realm as well to keep the Triforce safe, and he fought Ganondorf in when he broke in. Sky, like Time and Wind, does not get a happy ending.

-Four-

What I love about them: Four is origin of the heroes of Hyrule being known for being children. What a legacy to leave behind. He's such an interesting case of an incarnation of the Hero's Spirit, too. He fought Vaati, and he did his job so well that Demise's next incarnation had to be Ganondorf. Four did his job the best out of everyone, and it came at the cost of creating a magic sword that changed him permanently. I like to think that the Four Sword was not meant to split him, that it was a mistake he made with the design. And it's sad, isn't it? You made a defective sword, and like any good sword, it has a symbolic double edge. It gifted you with so much, and yet he can never be the same again. And his story is never well-remembered because it is overshadowed by the Links who fought the King of Evil. He's does so much, yet his legacy is underappreciated.

What I hate about them: I want to prepare you for this Opinion, because I know it's unpopular. Are you ready? Okay. I don't like the Colors. I'm sorry. I want to like them, but they don't interest me at all. Because they are parts of Four’s personality, they have to be one-note archetypes which does not make for exciting storytelling. I also haven't found a fic yet that has been from Four's POV that did the internal monologue of the Colors in a way that wasn't a pain in the ass to read. Maybe if someone can figure out how to do the Colors in a way that doesn't feel like a drag, I would like them more. But in the end, I think Four himself is more interesting than the Colors.

Favorite Moment/Quote: The fact that he didn't want to touch the Master Sword because he doesn't trust magic swords. That is every I need to know about his opinion on his own adventures.

What I would like to see more focus on: I want more of Four as Four. It's getting harder to find content of Four being his own person first and the Colors second.

What I would like to see less focus on: Four being the Colors first and his own person second. There is something about viewing Four as this cover identity for the Colors that doesn't feel right. There's a balance that needs to be strike between his ability to split, how that affects his every day life, and his own identity of being Four. I think I may have read one fic that hit that sweet spot for me, but still.

Favorite pairing with: Shadow. I'm such a sucker for befriending and falling for the enemy. That is all.

Favorite friendship: Dot! Their friendship is super cute. I like the idea of them being super close when they were younger and struggling to keep the friendship going as they age due to how much their paths in life diverge.

NOTP: This isn't necessarily a Four or an LU problem, but people who ship the Colors together? Bro. C'mon.

Favorite headcanon: I'm torn between two different Four and the Master Sword headcanons. On one hand, Four thinking that the Master Sword is just legend until he meets Sky and everyone else is just a fun idea. He sees the legendary sword for the first time and his mind is blown. On the other hand, I also like my Four with a side of hubris. What if he had the option on his quest to draw the Master Sword himself? What if he could tell that if he did that, the consequences would be terrible. He's not sure what would happen, but he knows it would be terrible. So he decided to make his own sword instead to disastrous results. Wouldn't that be tragic or what?

-Time-

What I love about them: Last winter, I did a two hour powerpoint for my friends about the Legend of Zelda timeline. During that powerpoint, I was rating every iteration of Link. What I said about the Hero of Time then holds true to my thoughts of LU Time now. Time is the original Link, more so than Sky in the lore and Legend/Hyrule in real life. Every other hero is a reflection of him. So the fact that his story is about the loss of childhood and the tragedy of that is incredible, and you can see those themes reflected in every other game. Moreso, he’s the only Link with a confirmed tragic ending. Not only does he end his life unsatisfied, but his adventure is failure on every timeline. In the adult timeline, Hyrule is swallowed by the sea. In the child one, Ganondorf returns again. In the fallen timeline, Hyrule fell. I like the idea since that the games themselves are the legends that are past down about each hero, Hylians have also remembered Time as a tragic figure. Yet, they also remember that the happy moments for his life come from small acts of kindness. Even someone as sad as him finds joy in helping others, even if it’s just to small deeds that will not be heralded as grand heroic quests. It’s beautiful.

What I hate about them: This is more about Mask than Time, but Mask is not an adult in a child’s body. He did not rewind time in Termina enough to be considered mentally an adult. He’s a young teenager at best, and that’s me being generous. He is a child who was forced to be an adult and despite the gods being done with him, he cannot conceive of ever having a childhood again. So he can say all he wants that he’s an adult, but he is not. That’s just what he thinks he is.

Favorite Moment/Quote: Anytime we get a flashback to him being a younger adult is great. I want to see more of his in this his early adulthood.

What I would like to see more focus on: I think I just want more of Time being... not a bad leader, but being an imperfect one. I honestly think he’s only the leader because he’s the oldest and enough of the heroes recognize the title of Hero of Time. But he is not the leader type, and he is struggling to keep it together and has to defer to Twilight and Warriors for help a lot.

What I would like to see less focus on: I’m not the biggest fan of Dad!Time for any of the Links. He’s not emotionally ready for it. And I think he defaults to treating the boys like adults because that’s how he wanted to be treated when he was their age.

Favorite pairing with: Malon. He has this great partnership of equal respect with her and it’s just. So good.

Favorite friendship: Linebeck. I know. This exists only in my head. But if these two ever meet, you cannot convince me that they would not get along swimmingly. It would be so good (once Linebeck gets over his crush on Time and stops hitting on him, of course).

NOTP: Child Timeline Zelda. Let me explain: I fully believe in Bi Time supremacy, and when in OoT, he definitely had a crush on Sheik. However, one of the worst parts of rewinding time and being in the child timeline is that Zelda is a completely different person now. They may have been friends in the other timeline, but her life experiences are completely different now. She is not the same person as he once knew. And it’s tragic to know someone as who they could have been, not as they are.

Favorite headcanon: After Termina, Time spent a lot of time with the Nabooru because out of everyone he knew, she’s the only who took him seriously even as a child. She has big older sister energy, and he considers her a part of his family. However, being treated as such made it easier for him to ignore his issues and put off his healing process by a few years.

-Legend-

What I love about them: Veteran of Heroes! What a freaking title. I love that he keeps on finding adventures, and that he keeps hustling. Even if he complains about never getting a break, you can tell that he loves helping others. He loves being on the road, never settling down, and finding adventure after adventure. Honestly, if any of the Links had a calling to be a hero, it’s him. Is he tired? Sure. Is he a little jaded after having saved Hyrule and a bunch of other kingdoms multiple times? Yes. But at the end of the day, he likes being a hero. This is who he is. His complaining is not genuine; he just plays the martyr because, at this point, he’s earned the right to.

What I hate about them: If you can’t tell by now, I have a, uh, different interpretation of Legend from popular canon. Fandom Legend is not right to me. He is unrecognizable. It is hard to write him because I feel like I have to balance what other people think Legend should be versus how I think he is. The people who are big Legend enjoyers probably feel the same way about my version of Warriors, and that’s fine. I’m not going to gel with every character and I don’t expect everyone to gel with how I see characters either. It’s goes both ways, y’know.

Favorite Moment/Quote: I like how subtly he tried to approach the Wolfie problem at first, trying to ask questions and get more proof before confronting Twilight. It’s a good touch.

What I would like to see more focus on: If I had to choose one thing, it’s this one throw away line about him never wanting to settle down. I’m telling you, folks! He likes his lifestyle! And did you see him when he does presenting the origins of the hero? He’s not bitter about being a hero! Legend is moody, but he is not angsty about the whole hero thing. Have fun with him please!

What I would like to see less focus on: If you can’t tell by now, Legend is my least favorite Link. There is a lot I want to see less of, but just to name one thing, it’s the headcanon that Fable is his sister. I live and die by common born Link, and whether he’s a legitimate heir or the royal bastard, I am more than bored with the persistent Prince!Legend content.

Favorite pairing with: Marin. It’s a good tragic story and I like it well enough. She’s cute, and he’s cute with her.

Favorite friendship: Warriors. I’m with everyone else on these two have peak sibling energy. They tease and pick on each other, but only they are allowed to mess with each other. They’re each other’s bully, and it’s always good to see.

NOTP: I do not have enough energy to have a lot of strong opinions about Legend’s romantic relationships, but I will mentioned that I have lost a lot of love for Ravio recently and am liking seeing him with Legend less and less. I have no better reason for this than the fact that I finally played ALBW and hate how many of my hard earned rupees he’s taken from me by withholding important, lifesaving items. Rat bastard.

Favorite headcanon: Remember my headcanon about him being the coolest bad boy folk hero on the block because everyone thinks he kidnapped Zelda? Yeah, I still stand by that one. I did good there.

-Hyrule-

What I love about them: If there is any Link that I would call a gutter rat, it is this one. I struggle a bit to talk about Hyrule since his games gives us so little, but in the end, I always fall back on him being a hero of the people. He is the one who has nothing and relates the best to people who are at their lowest. Yet, he is still a hero. He earns the right to be a hero because he helped Impa in her time of need. He’s selfless and competent. Even if he never got a traditional education, I bet he’s wicked smart too. He is the Link that symbolizes all of the parts of the Triforce the most. And, god. I cannot talk about him without mentioning the blood sacrifice part of LA. It’s such a cool concept, and I cannot imagine what it must be like to go from being the rough and tumble, win-at-all-costs fighting to protecting yourself first because if you don’t, the consequences are disastrous. It’s paradoxical, and it must be such a different mindset to fall into. But it must also be a blessing in disguise since now he has a reason to finally care about himself.

What I hate about them: Who started the Hyrule is innocent headcanon? Come over here because we need to exchange some words. If there is anyone who would be a realist and know how the world works, it’s this guy. And while we’re here, who came up with the Hryule is always lost headcanon? I also have some words for you. And you know what? WHILE WE’RE HERE, who let him be named Hyrule? I’m have more than choice words for you. His name scheme is the bane of my existence and the express reason why I don’t write him more. God.

Favorite Moment/Quote: That one panel where he takes utter delight in Warriors hiding from his scorned lovers? That is a central pillar in my understanding of Hyrule.

What I would like to see more focus on: Again, his relationship with other people. Even if his games are lacking in NPCs, we know from lore that he’s a good guy who will jump in to help others. He must know plenty of people, and I want to see who exists in his world with him.

What I would like to see less focus on: I have an on-going joke with my brother that certain characters are Catholic, even if Catholicism does not exist in the world of the thing we’re watching or playing. Of course, we’re not being serious. we’re just joshing around. So imagine the gut punch I feel whenever I see people say Hyrule is Christian and realize that they’re being serious. I just can’t take it seriously.

Favorite pairing with: Aurora. It’s cute and I’m a sucker for that hero and royalty dynamic, especially when the hero is a peasant. It’s so cheesy, but I love it.

Favorite friendship: Legend. But not the way everyone else pairs them up as the grumpy one and the sunshine one. I think of it more as them being the pinnacle of boys being boys. They’re shitheads. They do stupid shit together. They both have a dark sense of humor. They joke that they’re practically the same person sometimes.

NOTP: uhhhhhhhhh.... Is he paired with anyone else?

Favorite headcanon: I love the idea that he just likes his way of life and refuses to accept anyone saying otherwise. Legend wants to teach him to read? Sorry, but he’s never had to read before in his life so he’s pretty sure he’ll never need it anyway. Want to participate in the treasured Hylian tradition of piercing your ears when you come of age? Why would he ever do that when a monster could rip those earrings off? He’s stuck in his ways and it frustrates everyone else to no end, but he has no interest in ever changing.

-Wild-

What I love about them: When I was 9, I spent my time online on Legend of Zelda forums. I remember one of my forum friends saying that they wanted a Legend of Zelda game where Link lost. And I think of that friend whenever I think about Wild. BOTW Link is the best Link that has ever been. He is the epitome of every trait we associate with any Link. He’s smart and sassy. He’s hard working and kind. But underlining all of that is the fact that he’s still the one who failed. If Demise’s Curse in SkSw is the set-up, the Great Calamity is the payoff. And I haven’t even talked about how confirming him as being non-verbal before the Calamity does so much for his characterization. I don’t even know where to start or how to articulate it. By game storyline alone, Wild is one of my favorites.

What I hate about them: You guys knew this one was coming, but I’m going to have to say it anyway. Fandom Wild.... not good. I’ve said it for half of these boys so far, but god is it true. I have a way I see Wild that is rarely done in the fandom. Fandom Wild has a lot of the traits I also see in Wild, but to all of the extremes. I will mention one thing in particular as being a pet peeve, and it’s how some people headcanon him as always being nonverbal. I know what they’re trying to do, and I think they’re on to something, but they’re also missing the point of what BOTW Link’s character arc is. I just wish more people would forget fandom and work more off of the games for how to characterize him.

Favorite Moment/Quote: Weirdly enough, my favorite moment is when he got mad at everyone for making fun of his Gerudo outfit, so he dumped Goron Spice in his cooking. It’s encapsulates a part of his character I think a lot of people forget about.

What I would like to see more focus on: I think he has a really complicated relationship with his past. He said himself that his old self felt like a different person, and I think that should be explored a lot more. That idea actually fascinates me so much that instead of CTB, I almost wrote a character study fic about Wild. His emotions are not as simple as feeling guilty about letting his friends die and not preventing the Calamity. His emotions would be so complicated and because I don’t have the time to explore it, someone else needs to do it for me.

What I would like to see less focus on: There is a weird fascination with Wild having memory loss and essentially being like a kid again. And this feels infantilizing to me. It honestly bugs me a lot every time I see it.

Favorite pairing with: I can’t decide between Zelda, Mipha, and Revali. They’re all different dynamics and they’re all good.

Favorite friendship: Paya. I firmly believe that Paya is Wild’s best friend. I am the only one in the world who believes this. But I am also the only one in the world who is correct.

NOTP: Wild is good with everyone. Good for him!

Favorite headcanon: An essential scene of my Wild character study I will never write is one where his horse dies. He goes into shock and walks back to Kakariko to talk to Impa. But once he goes to her, he breaks down in tears and has an absolute melt down over the horse. And Impa sagely says, “It’s not about the horse, is it?” She’s implying that he’s actually mourning the loss of his friends, Hyrule, his life, everything-- but through his tears, he keeps tell her that she’s wrong. He barely remembers them. He doesn’t know them. He doesn’t have any feelings about them. He just really loved that horse. But Impa refuses to listen to him, just repeating over and over again: “it’s not really about the horse.”

And that’s it! That’s all of my opinions! I know a lot of my opinions are polarizing, but everything I said is in good faith, and I am not trying to diss anyone for how they approach these characters.

I welcome you to send me your Opinions on the Links, even if it’s just to disagree with me. I’m cool with it, and I like knowing what everyone else thinks!

#so there are my polarizing opinions #heed my note at the beginning and end about acting in good faith #anyway if you read all of this you are obligated to tell me some of your headcanons and opinions #sorry i don't make the rules except i actually do #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu twilight #lu wind #lu warriors #me rambling #ask #anonymous

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Kara’s Earth birthday.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2540.

“Oh, what you hiding in there?” You ask, coming from behind Lena and she jumps in fear. You chuckle at her reaction.

“Shhh, be quiet.” Lena says, shushing you with her finger. “I’m hiding Kara’s gift.”

“Oh! Momma’s birthday is coming up, you’re right.” You throw yourself in their bed, watching Lena carefully lock the lead box you gave her for Mother’s Day. “What are we doing for her?”

“I don’t know, baby. You’re not Superkid anymore so we can’t pick up her favorite foods from another countries, so maybe we just get potstickers and invite the Olsens.” Lena answers, still not paying attention to you, while she puts the box away. You breathe deep thinking about it.

“I could go.”

She looks back at you, looking confused. “No, my love. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with just because it’s Kara’s birthday.”

“One: yes, I do. And two: it’s ok. I’m not uncomfortable with it at all.” You shrug. “It’s just flying, then landing in China and buying things from her favorite restaurant there. I don’t even need my suit.”

“Oh, you also don’t have your suit.” Lena says, moving to her closet and coming back with a box in hands. “Remember I burned it when I was you?”

“I do remember. Did I ground you for it, young lady?” You joke, making Lena roll her eyes at you.

“Here’s the new one.” She hands you the box and you open to see the House of El crest staring at you in its golden glory. You breathe deep.

“You know what? Just keep it.” You give her the box back. “It was here with you, anyway. I’m sure you’ll take better care now that you don’t have to wear it anymore.”

“Yeah?” Lena asks, unsure. You agree with your head.

“I’ll ask if I need it.” You watch Lena getting up and going back to the closet. You lower your glasses to see where she is keeping it, memorizing the shelf she put in. You adjust your glasses back on your face before she comes back into the room. “So-” You say when she shows up. “I’ll get the food. And I’ll make a gift for her in the lab. You already got her a gift, and we have the dinner planned.”

Lena smiles, agreeing.

“Doesn’t it all seem a little…” You think about it. “Basic?”

“Basic?”

“Yeah, I mean, isn’t it the same thing we do every year? Shouldn’t we try something different? Like, a surprise party?”

“A surprise party?” Lena parrots you. “For Kara?” You nod. “I think you’re forgetting we’ve tried that for years and we can never surprise her. She has super hearing and x-ray vision, baby. It’s like setting ourselves up for failure.”

“Ok, but what if we do it somewhere she can’t see through? Like the DEO. Or-or my lab!”

“You wanna throw a party in your lab?”

“I just want to try something different this year. Honestly, don’t you feel like this year we’ve been through all kinds of weird, miserable, fucked up things-”

“Language!”

“Sorry, but there isn’t any other word good enough to describe it.” You can see that your mom is agreeing with you. “For some reason I feel like this year we should be thankful we’re still alive and well and together.”

“You’re right.” She cups your face with a sad little smile. “We’ve been through so much; your momma deserves a really nice party with everyone here to celebrate.”

“Who’s everyone?”

“You know, everyone everyone.”

“Mom, everyone everyone who? We know like ten people.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just worry about the food, and straighten up your lab, so it looks less like a lab, and more like a place we could actually throw a party.” You see Lena’s eyes tinkling and you don’t even ask about it. You already have a long list of things to do. Gift, food, organizing the lab. You’ll need some help.

You go to your lab, you need to think of something to give her as a gift, and you only have two days to figure it out. It’s too short notice. Why the hell weren’t you thinking about this before?

You sit in your lab and think and think. What can you give Kara? You sit on the chair, on the floor, on the table. You lay in it, roll to one side, then to the other. You pace around the lab. You leave really quickly to buy some snacks and look for inspiration on the street. Then you go back to the lab. What can you give her? You play on your phone. Text your cousin -she doesn’t reply because she is at school-. You go see your mom upstairs -she is in a meeting and can’t talk-. You spend half an hour talking to Aly and distracting her from her receptionist job. You go back to the lab, lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling. Your entire day is a waste. You can’t think of a single thing to make and give to Kara.

The next day you ask Jamie’s help, when she leaves school, to make your lab more presentable. She has a lot of ideas. Some are very inflammable to do in a lab -honestly, most of them are-, but some are actually nice, and when you two are done your lab looks like someplace else.

“Can you move this table?” Jamie looks at your worktable in the middle of the room. “I mean, you probably can right?”

“I-yes, Jamie, I probably can.” You smirk, picking it up more than a thousand pounds with one hand and moving to the side.

“You know, that’s something I never get tired of watching.”

You think about how many times you’ve seen Kara with one couch in one hand, her phone on the other, while Lena vacuums under it. How do the rest of the world clean under heavy furniture? You don’t even know.

“Ok. How about now?” You ask looking around and Jamie agrees with a smile.

“It’s perfect.”

“Great! Now I just have to think about something I can make or buy for her.”

“Well, I can’t help with that.” Jamie says, grabbing her stuff and making her way out your lab. You follow her closely behind. “I had one idea and it was a little notebook that she can use for work.”

“That’s actually quite clever.” You grunt, frustrated.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

Why can’t you think of something to give to your momma? It used to be so easy and now you can’t think of anything for the life of you. It’s so disappointing. You know that Kara won’t care about what you give her, but why on Earth is it so hard?

“Hey.” Kara knocks on your door, late at night. You look at your alarm clock, confused. It’s too late. “Heard you were still up.”

“Oh. Come in.” You say and you don’t have to call twice to Kara throw her body next to yours, flopping on her belly.

“You seemed distracted today. I wanted to check if you’re alright.” She slings her arm around your ribcage, and you smile to yourself. Rao, this woman deserves the entire universe. There’s nothing you could make that would be good enough for her. You kiss the crown of her head.

“I love you.”

“Oh.” Kara says, raising her head to look at you. “I love you too, babyface.” But she raises an eyebrow right after. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “I’m alright. You?”

Kara’s eyebrows pinch together, and you see her crinkle showing. You ease it up with your thumb.

“No need to worry. I’m actually fine.”

“My face betrays me.” She says with a laugh. “Gonna get botox for that.”

“No. You look perfect as you are, momma.” You cup her face, and she smiles, kissing your hand in return.

“Ok, I’m gonna let you sleep, then. Have a goodnight, kid.”

The very next day is the day of the party. You make some adjustments here and there. And wait for Lena to say its time.

“Hey!” Lena enters your lab with a big cake in hands. “The place looks great!”

“I know, right? Jamie had a bunch of cool ideas.”

“Your momma’s going to love it.” She places the cake on the table. “Ok, time to fly to China for the food. Here.” She gives you her credit card. “I’ll wait for the guests and when we’re all here, we’ll get her to come.”

“Ok, cool.” You look at the list of things to buy, and Lena’s card. It’s a lot of food. You wonder how many people she has invited.

When you come back, balancing all the food she’s asked for, your lab is already filled with guests, with portals opening, bringing more people in.

“Hey Superkid!” Barry says, coming from the portal with wife, kids, Caitlin Snow, Cisco, and a bunch of other people right behind him.

“Hey!” You try to wave without dropping the food, which is hard.

“Here, kiddo, let me help.” Alex shows up next to you. She grabs a few bags and helps you set up the table. “Nice party.”

“Thanks. Jamie actually helped decorate.” You say, and you hear Jamie’s voice right behind you.

“It would’ve been nicer if you had let me bring sparkles.”

“So we could burn this place down? No, thanks.” You answer and watch Superman walking in with his family following him closely by. “Hi, Kal!” And not far behind, you see Eliza. “Oh! Gramm! You came!”

“I sure did!” She opens her arms, and you walk into her embrace. “Look at you! You’re so tall now! You look exactly like your momma.”

“Speaking of her-” You hear Lena’s voice. “Seems like everyone is here already. Oh wait, here comes Nia and Brainy. Alex? Is J’onn and M’gann coming?”

“On their way!”

“When they get here, you call your momma ok?” Lena moves away from you, and you agree with your head. You look around again. There are too many people in your lab, you didn’t even know you all knew this many people, let alone that you could gather all of them in one place.

“We’re here! Sorry, sorry!” J’onn says walking in, and you look at Lena who nods at your phone.

You: Hey! You busy?

Momma: Going home, why baby?

You: I need help with something here in my lab. Can you come over? I have donuts🍩🍩🍩

Momma: DONUTS! Say no more!

“Guys, she’s coming!”

Everyone stops talking, and Lena comes at you with the cake. You look at it with a smile on your face, you still can’t believe she made a cake that looks like a potsticker. Your momma will freak.

“Little one?” You hear Kara from the other side of the door.

“Yeah! Come in!” You watch Kara opening the door and getting startled when everyone yells.

“SURPRISE!”

“What! You did not just surprise me! That’s so cool!” Kara comes closer with the biggest smile you have ever seen. “Awww, look at all of this! OH MY GOD, THE CAKE! LOOK AT THE CAKE!”

“Go ahead, blow it out.” Lena says.

“Gently.” Alex adds, making you chuckle at the thought.

“Make a wish.” You suggest right after.

“What else can I wish for?” Kara says with a soft smile, and your cheeks burn red. She blows out the candles, and it doesn’t take long for the party to actually start.

She goes around saying ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ to everyone, and you sit in a corner with Jamie to eat. Gramm joins right after and it’s great to see her for a while.

It’s really late at night when the portals start to open, people start to leave, and there’s no one left in your lab but your aunts, Gramm, Jamie and moms. They help you clean up the whole thing and soon enough they’re giving Kara their gifts.

You feel embarrassed that you don’t have anything to give her, so you slip out of the lab, praying she doesn’t notice your lack of gift for her.

“Hey, where are you going, kid?” Kara pulls you in, looking at you fondly.

You shrug and look down. How do you tell her you couldn’t think of a single present to give her?

“What’s that about?”

“I didn’t get you anything.” You breathe out.

“You didn’t-” Kara laughs. “Really? So a surprise party is nothing? And flying to another country to pick up my favorite foods doesn’t count?” You raise your eyes to finally look at her. “Why would you give me something else besides this whole thing?”

“I just-” You shrug again, cheeks burning with shame. She doesn’t push you any further, but she also doesn’t let go. Kara just looks at you, waiting for you to give her something. “Made all these big plans, because I wanted the day to be extra special.”

“And why is that kid?” She asks, and you bite your lip. “You know, I’m very happy with the party, and with the fact that I got to see everyone. But I would also be very happy if it was just you, Lena and me, and a little cupcake.” Kara says cupping your face. “Why did today have to be so special?”

“Because-” She raises her eyebrow encouraging you. “We had a difficult year, and I know that it was my fault.”

“What? Of course it was not your fault!”

“Momma, I almost died a few times, I went to three different realities, I was mind controlled, couldn’t get up from bed-”

“Ok, let me stop you right there.” Kara’s face becomes very serious. “You were kidnapped three times. You got tricked by an imp, which, by the way, I’ve been too. You were literally mind controlled by a villain. How-how can you say this is your fault?” You open your mouth. “How can I possibly think that it is your fault that you couldn’t get up from bed, when all of this has happened to you in less than a year, little one?”

You breathe out. You don’t know what to tell her.

“Yes, you’re right. It’s been a difficult year for the three of us. But what about meeting Maya, and everyone you met when you went to different realities? What about all the laughter, hugs, and kisses and the love we shared this year? Hm? Didn’t that make this year a little enjoyable?” Kara asks and you agree with your head. “I don’t need a huge party, the biggest cake you can buy, or any of this to make me happy. You know what I need?”

“Me?” You ask with a little smile, and she smiles widely at you.

“Yes, my heart. I need you.” Kara pulls you in for a hug and a forehead kiss. “And your mom too. Trust me, the fact that you’re both here in this universe with me, makes coming to Earth the best thing that has ever happened in my life.”

You smile, feeling less heavy.

“I love you, momma.” You kiss her forehead. “Happy Earth birthday. I’m glad you ended up here.”

“Me too, kid. Me too.”

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorpfamily #lena luthor #supercorp daughter #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #happy birthday Kara Danvers

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Begin Again (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Inspo: Begin Again by Adam Melchor

Summary: Dating apps never pair you with the right people. Until you come across the profile of a handsome, pancake loving FBI agent named Marcus.

W/C: 4.8k

Warnings: lots of talk of food, language, late night deep conversations, some sadness at the end but nothing intense? reader has a pet cat, is that worth a warning? idk

A/N: HI GUYS this is my first full length Marcus Pike fic! I really hope you like it!! thank you so much to @theteddylupinexperience and @sanchosammy for being my best editors and proofreaders and idea givers!!!

note: PLS listen to the song before/after/while reading! it’s one of my favs and it really goes along with the story

Over the course of your adult years, you’ve become convinced that dating apps are complete and utter bullshit. The algorithms never work right, never pair you or any of your friends with anyone worth seeing in person. Maybe that’s just the problem; maybe it’s not the apps but the people. Whatever the answer is, whatever reason you’ve never found success in the endless swiping, you’re through with it.

That was before last week. The rainy Tuesday night left you in your apartment, alone, to succumb to the cold spring dreariness. Over a cup of hot tea, you’d downloaded the app again. Might as well try, right? You have nothing to lose. If worst comes to worst, catfishing an annoying guy is always a blast. The good news is that this app requires you as the woman to make the first move. That’s kind of a downside- you never know how to start conversations- but at least you can’t get unsolicited dick pics right off the bats. Life is full of tradeoffs, you suppose.

You begin again. The app becomes your favorite pastime. Bored at work or home? Dating app it is. Left. Left. Left. Boring man after boring man. One labeled himself super-straight: absolutely fucking not. One holding a fish: nope. A man who describes himself as a gym rat: not your type. It’s a boring way to spend your lunch break, you’re aware, but the entertainment value is fun if nothing else. There are a lot of strange men out there.

After a few days, your luck seems to turn around as the photo of a man with brown hair and warm brown eyes pops up on your screen. He has a scruffy beard and wavy hair, and the way his smile tugs at the corner of his lips makes your heart flutter. He’s really cute, you have to admit. You read the bio next.

Marcus, 35

❗️ Washington, D.C.

Got forced into making this, but optimistic. Lover of art, dogs, and time to relax. Always down for breakfast for dinner and cuddling. Looking for someone with a sense of independence, love of travel, and a sleep schedule equally fucked up as mine. Must love pancakes.

Must love pancakes. That’s absolutely adorable. You immediately think of your cat, named Pancake, and you laugh and swipe right, hoping the man already thought the same of you. Your eyes widen with excitement and you almost laugh out loud from your giddy state when you see the little logo indicating it’s a match.

The first message you send him has to be perfect. You ponder your options for a minute, frowning and furrowing your brow as you think. You don’t want to come on too strong; you’re not trying to sound like you want a hookup. A simple one-word greeting wouldn’t be enough.

You could comment on something from his bio, you realize as you read it again and again. Maybe ask him about his dog? No, that’s too awkward. You want it to be about him, something that can draw him in. Talk about traveling? No, you don’t want to sound like you’re bragging about the places you’ve gone in your life.

Pancakes. Pancakes are good. You love pancakes. You think for a second more, debating what to say, before inspiration strikes and you send off the message before you can stop yourself.

Marcus Pike has essentially felt the same as you. He’s a somewhat charming man. He’s had his fair share of relationships, but they never quite work out. His ex-wife, now long gone and blocked from his phone, was an absolute failure of a relationship. He’d gotten close to what felt like true love with Teresa, another FBI agent, but she flaked at the last second.

Maybe the constant here was that he met them in person. When Marcus falls, he falls hard and fast, down an endless spiral of emotions with no escape. Maybe if he met someone online, it would be different. His best friends had all encouraged it, and on a night out not long after Teresa left him, Pike set up his own profile. He liked that the app didn’t require him to make the first move. It’s refreshing.

Marcus had seen your profile hours ago, on a mindless phone break from his work. He’d swiped right too, stunned by your smile and the lovelines you radiated even through the phone. He crossed his fingers for a good part of the day, hoping you’d swipe right on him too.

His day is busy, leaving him no time to fiddle with his phone and distract himself. He eats in the cafeteria, checking up on his phone. After lunch, he’s walking back to his office when his heart flutters as he sees the dating app indicates he’s had a match. He looks at it and swallows hard before stopping, moving to the side of the hallway to allow others to pass. He’s breathing hard, and his heart speeds up when he sees that you are the one that matched with him.

He knows how this app works. He has to wait now, to let you make the first move. He can’t even write a message until you send one. So he pockets his phone again and continues on his walk.

He’s determined on his walk, rushing back to his desk so he can sit and be thoroughly enthralled in waiting for or receiving your response. His phone buzzes several times with notifications, one of which he prays is you. When he finally sits, he opens the app ceremoniously and has to hold back a genuine laugh when he sees your first message.

Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus shoots back a text nearly immediately. Sorry, what?

Your bio. “Must love pancakes”. Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus is absolutely beaming as he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. Blueberry. Always. I hope that’s the right answer :)

Unfortunately, it’s not, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide

You called him cute. It makes Marcus’s heart flutter. Come on. There’s nothing like the warm blueberry popping in your mouth.

There is. It’s when the chocolate chips are all melty and creamy.

God, Marcus is already painfully into you. You know what… at least you love pancakes. I’ll let it slide. You got a favorite place?

Anywhere I can get ‘em. You seem like quite the connoisseur, do you have one place in mind?

Jane slams down a stack of files on Marcus’s desk. “Paperwork overflow, Pike. Can you get these done tonight?”

Marcus is the fastest in the office with paperwork, which often leads to him being the one that flies through the files in the place of the people who actually filed it. He nods. What else is there to do? “Sure.”

Jane claps him on the shoulder and wanders off. Marcus watches him in slight annoyance. The best place in D.C. is definitely Sandy’s. Hey I gotta go, text ya later?

I’d love that :)

It didn’t take long for your texting to move from the dating app to actual texting. It happened within the same day, in fact.

Marcus messaged you some hours after the initial conversation. Your phone buzzed while you were doing yoga in your apartment, your cat curled into a ball beneath your stomach as you held a downward dog. You nearly collapsed on top of Pancake as you fumbled to sit cross-legged on the end of your yoga mat.

The message from Marcus is bright on the top of your screen. Hi. Sorry that took so long. Work stuff.

Smiling, you take a swig from your water bottle and lean back against your couch. Not a problem. Understandable. What do you do for a living? It’s a loaded question in D.C.; they could range anywhere from politicians to their rich sons to artists and athletes.

I work for the FBI, actually.

Your eyes light up in excitement. That’s the coolest shit I’ve heard. What do you do? Are you an agent?

The man’s responses don’t take long at all. He must be waiting in the chat to respond. The idea makes your heart flutter. Yep, I’m an agent. I work in international art crimes.

You certainly didn’t expect that for an answer. Wow, okay, that’s even cooler than I thought. I was about to call you Agent Pancake but I think my girl would be disheartened...

Snapping a photo of the way Pancake is nuzzling into your side, meowing for snuggles, you have to laugh as you send the photo his way. Funny you love pancakes so much. This little muppet is named Pancake.

Marcus responds with a barrage of heart-eyes emojis, which makes you laugh aloud and scoop Pancake into your lap, stroking her strawberry-blonde fluff. She’s an absolute angel. Like her mother, I’m presuming.

Your cheeks flood with warmth and you can feel the tips of your ears turning hot too. You’ve never even met me, Agent…? You trail off the text, asking for his last name.

Pike.

Agent Marcus Pike. What a nice sounding name. It sounds official and strong and you really like it. Cute last name. Might steal it from ya someday ;)

You don’t normally flirt this shamelessly, but he’s so goddamn cute and funny. You cross your fingers behind your back that this isn’t just a facade, that this is Marcus himself texting like he would to anyone else. You got a phone number?

As you laugh, Pancake paws at your chest to grab your attention, nails nearly digging into the stretchy fabric of your yoga tank top. “Watch it,” you scold her softly and remove her paw from your chest, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the head. Sure do. You want it?

Yes please.

You send your number his way and moments later, your phone pings with a text from an unlabeled number.

Maybe: Pike: hey, it’s Pike :)

You: hey… dammit, I really want to call you Agent Pancakes, but I think my fluffy little heathen would be offended. I don’t know what to save you in my phone as...

Agent Pancakes: Save me as whatever, I suppose. Not my problem, right?

The texts became more frequent. Over the course of three weeks, you’d stay up late talking like teenagers, knowing you need to go to bed but unable to bring yourself to do it.

You learned that his middle name was Mauricio, that his mother wanted him to have at least something a little more Latino in his name. You told him the story of how you’d adopted Pancake as a kitten from a shelter and she woke you up one morning with her claws entwined in a snarl of your hair. He told you about his ex-wife and ex-fiancée, Teresa, and you responded that he deserved something better than that. You can already tell that he’s a good man.

At the end of three weeks, you shot Marcus a text. Things seemed to be going pretty well.

You: Hey, you want to do a video call sometime soon?

Agent Pancakes: I’d love that! I’m free tonight if you are.

You: Always free. Shouldn’t you know that?? Doesn’t the FBI spy on us through our phones and whatever?

Agent Pancakes: well, I do work in art crimes. Even if we did, it would be a totally different thing

You: Good.

An hour later, you fidget with your hands as you sit on your couch, the laptop propped up across from you and ringing for a video chat. Marcus’s profile picture bobs on the screen as you wait for him to pick up.

Marcus’s face and apartment fills your screen, and you automatically grin. “Hi,” you giggle and wave, absolutely enraptured by how cute his real smile is, not the forced one in the photos.

“Hey. Nice to kind of-finally meet you,” he tells you and waves back. The wall of his apartment is nothing exciting, but his facial expressions already have you falling. Those big brown eyes compliment natural but ridiculously pink lips, and his brown hair is neatly done. It looks like he’s wearing a tie and a dress shirt; probably his work gear, you suppose.

“You too!” You tell him, unable to stop smiling. “You shaved.”

Marcus’s heart jumps out of his chest when he sees you ringing him. He barely has time to flop on the couch and turn it on, propping up the camera across from him.

God, you’re so gorgeous. Your giggle is infectious, making Marcus laugh softly at god knows what. Your grin is equally as contagious, making him smile back. He rubs his jaw in response. “Yeah, yeah. I tend to keep it clean there. Stubble takes too much maintenance, and I have this little patch where it never quite grows,” he tells you as he juts his chin to the camera, touching the spot where his beard can’t grow.

“I like it either way,” you assure him, shrugging a little. “How was your day, Agent Pancakes?” Your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, even with the granulated audio over this shitty app. Agent Pancakes makes his heart flutter. “No, not you!” You groan as Pancake climbs onto your lap. “Hi. Your twin wants to say hi.”

Marcus’s smile widens. “Oh my god, hello cutie pie,” he chuckles, launching into baby talk. “What a pretty girl. You make a good Pancake.”

You smile and rub her fur, grinning. “She’s my baby,” you chuckle and set her aside. “Yeah. I’m busy. Leave me alone.” Pancake meows in protest. “Shut up, I’m on a date,” you whine.

Marcus’s ears perk up. “This is a date?”

Your eyes widen as you turn back to him. “I… yeah?” You ask, wincing a little.

He grins back at you. “I like it. And I’m really in love with the idea of seeing your face when you talk.”

“I like your voice,” you flirt back, but you mean it. “It’s so pretty. Do you sing?” You ask mindlessly, studying the way his brow furrows and his eyes convey exactly what he’s thinking.

He chuckles softly. “I used to. I haven’t in a long long time.”

“You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”

When he shakes his head, his neatly gelled hair tries to break free. A strand does, falling in his face. “You don’t wanna hear it, I promise.” He removes his tie, and you can’t help but watch the movement. It’s incredibly sexy.

A mischievous smile makes you bite the inside of your cheek. “No, I really do, I really think I do.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Only if you try the pancakes at Sandy’s sometime. I promise you, they’re the best pancakes in the District. I’ve never had the chocolate chip pancakes, but if they’re anywhere near as good as the blueberry, they’re fantastic. And they’re open 24 hours. I go there a lot for late night case work.”

You smile at that, getting cozy on your couch and hugging your blanket. “That does sound nice. I love a good all day breakfast,” you say with raised eyebrows, the teasing in your voice. “Okay, human Pancakes. How was your day?” You ask him again, intent on hearing his answer. Not only is his job fascinating, but he’s adorable when he explains things.

Marcus frowns, and that makes you instinctively frown too. “Well, it’s been good. We’re tracking a huge smuggling ring right now, but since we’ve pinpointed a stock house for them, I might have to travel for a while.”

You frown. You’d been hoping you could have a real date soon, at least. “How long is a while?” You ask him curiously, sipping from your water bottle that sits next to you.

“Couple weeks. No less than a month, probably. I’d… well, I might have to go undercover, which means we couldn’t talk for a while.” His eyes are apologetic, showing that he hates this news as much as you do. “And… I’d leave maybe tomorrow or the day after.”

Your heart sinks. “So soon,” you say with a sad smile, a desperate and lonely chuckle. “Well, if you want to come home to me, I’ll be here.”

Marcus’s smile perks up just slightly. “You would be the best thing in the world to come home to. And I’ll have the scruff back by then.”

“Yes!” You exclaim and laugh, pumping a fist in the air. “I think you’re really cute anyway, but I really love the scruff,” you shrug shyly.

“Maybe I’ll grow it out just for you.”

The adrenaline from his first technical-date with you prevents Marcus from sleeping. The call lasted hours, the two of you covering almost everything important in your lives. You talked about your favorite television programs and politics, your parents and your favorite pizza toppings. Talking with him was like nothing you’d ever experience, a connection you’d never thought a dating app could offer.

After several hours, during a lull in the conversation, Marcus suggested the two of you log off. It was around 11 P.M. now, and, even though Marcus has a sleep schedule like a raccoon, he figured you should sleep. He blew you a kiss through the camera, which you pretended to hold to your chest and grin at him.

But now it’s an hour later, just past midnight, and Marcus is antsy. He doesn’t sleep much anyway, but your face is running through his mind like it owns the place, and at this point, maybe you do. Marcus sits up in bed and sighs. He knows the proper remedy for this: Sandy’s. Throwing on a rare pair of jeans and a leather jacket over the white v-neck he wears, he slips on his shoes and makes his way to the tiny, 24-hour diner.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins too. You text any of your friends that will listen, rambling about how beautiful Marcus’s face is and how wonderful it was to finally hear his voice. You pace your apartment, petting Pancake as you pass her perch on the arm of your couch. You try to do a little yoga to calm down but you can’t stop smiling. Marcus occupies too much room in your brain to try to think about anything else.

When it’s just after midnight, hunger strikes. You realize you never ate dinner, too preoccupied with talking to the handsome man to even consider microwaving something from your fridge. Talking with Marcus has instilled you with a love for pancakes, and you think to yourself that maybe Sandy’s would be worth a shot. It’s open late.

So you toss on a jacket and pick up your purse, slinging it over your shoulder and leaving your apartment. You toss the book you’ve been reading into your bag, planning to read it while you sit and eat. Pancake gives a sleepy meow of protest but you just smile and lock the door behind you.

The diner is just as small as Marcus described it to you: just a short line of booths along the windows and a smattering of tables in the middle. There’s a colorful, warm-toned tile floor that juxtaposes the warm green of the walls and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting through the air. Quiet classic swing music filling the atmosphere. You can see why he likes it: it automatically makes you smile.

You sit in one of the booths, facing away from the door, and the kind waitress takes your order: chocolate chip pancakes and an English breakfast tea. The air conditioning is blasting, making you chilly. You tighten your jacket around yourself and sip the tea when it arrives, adding cream and sugar.

Cracking open the book, you cross your legs and lose yourself in the book. The restaurant has a calming aura, and you can feel the tea warming you from the inside. It’s fitting that Marcus loves this place, you think to yourself.

When the pancakes come not long after, you take a bite and almost groan in happiness. It’s absolutely delicious: Marcus was most definitely right. Disappointingly, you have to go to the bathroom about three bites in.

Even the bathrooms are cute, you discover. When you return, someone else sits a booth away, another lone diner at this godforsaken hour of night, facing the door. You can see the back of what appears to be a man’s head, neatly trimmed brown hair and a brown leather jacket over their neck and shoulders. Sitting back down, your back to the other customer’s, you return to your book and continue to eat your chocolate chip pancakes.

The customer and waitress are talking, but you don’t pay much attention, too enraptured by your book. It’s quiet again after the man puts in his order, and you enjoy the soft jazz music that makes you tap your foot in time against the tile.

There’s a buzzing and the melodic sound of a phone’s ringtone; one of the defaults that a phone provides. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the man pick up. “Agent Pike.”

That can’t be your Agent Pike, can it? You turn and listen and realize it’s definitely him, from his voice and the way he holds himself and the stack of- of course, blueberry pancakes and a hot coffee set in front of him.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Let me write that down.” Marcus types something into his phone. “See you then. At the office? Good. Alright, see you.” He hangs up.

Standing, you tuck your book back in your purse and put the bag over your shoulder. With one hand, you grab your plate of pancakes, and the other grabs your tea. You set them down across from him and slide into the booth, grinning. “Huh. Agent Pancakes, here, in the middle of the night. How unusual.”

Marcus’s tired face lights up in excitement. “What?” He laughs, his eyes scanning your face. “Why are you here?”

You shrug and take a bite of his pancakes, sighing. “Had to see if they were worth the hype. I couldn’t sleep, you got me so excited.” The blueberry pancakes are absolutely fantastic, just as good if not better than the chocolate chip ones on your plate. “Damn, you were right.”

“Hey,” he laughs and pulls his plate closer to his chest. “Don’t touch my pancakes.”

You make pleading pouty eyes, frowning a little. “Can’t we share?” You tease. It already feels like you’ve known him for years, even though this is your first time seeing him in person.

Marcus sighs. “I suppose,” he says and rolls his eyes in sarcasm, pushing his plate back out so you can access it.

Marcus is beyond stunned, absolutely enraptured in how beautiful you are in person. If he thought he fell on that video call earlier, he’s now reached the very bottom of that cliff, the impact of your everything stealing the air from his lungs. God, he wants nothing more than to kiss you right now, on those lips coated in blueberry juice and maple syrup.

The two of you spend quite some time so there, just talking and continuing the conversation where it left off before. The waitress refills Marcus’s coffee twice and your tea once. “So who called you when you were sitting alone?” You ask him as you bring the white porcelain mug to your lips, sipping at the creamy tea.

He sighs. “Guy I work with, his name’s Patrick. He’s a douchebag, I can’t lie,” he says with a chuckle, and his heart flutters at the way you give a soft laugh back. “Just telling me the details. I leave in about 6 hours. I’ll be in Singapore for a couple of weeks.”

“Singapore?” You exclaim, eyes wide as your fork clanks against your plate. “You better be able to contact me.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, I’m going undercover. I can’t.” He sighs, and he dares to reach out and touch you, to reassure you that he’s there and himself that you’re real, that you’re right there. “Will you wait for me?”

Your heart melts, from an already slush-covered river to a rushing rapids. “Of course, Marcus.” It makes his heart skip a beat. You’ve called him lots of nicknames, but never his real name. Something is painfully intimate about it. “I like you a lot; why wouldn’t I?” You ask, shrugging as if it’s the simplest thing. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

When you finish your meals, Marcus picks up both tabs, despite your protesting. “Can I walk you to your place?” He asks as you both stand and adjust your jackets.

You nod and take his hand. The lights of the city are seemingly extra dim tonight, leaving the street lights to illuminate your beautiful face as the two of you stroll along. You have all the time in the world, don’t you? It’s 1:30 in the morning. You’re both already evading sleep desperately. A little more time together can’t hurt.

His hand never leaves yours, his fingers lacing through your knuckles. You chat quietly, as if you could wake the sleeping city from the peaceful blue drone of a weeknight morning into its daily splendor of horns and hordes of speedy pedestrians.

Marcus bumps your shoulder with his, making you stumble a little to the side and laugh as you look up at his gorgeous face. His face reflects the love you’re both feeling, almost giving the city around you a pink glaze of warmth from the rose-colored glasses you must have placed over his eyes.

The walk draws to an end, as you stand at the entrance to your apartment building. Marcus’s body looks so soft and inviting, and you dare to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him to your chest. “I don’t want you to go, Agent Pancakes,” you murmur into the soft skin of his neck, which is starting to get a shadow of stubble.

Marcus kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t move either, prolonging this time you have together before he can’t see you. “I don’t want to go. I’ve never wanted to stay here more than I do now, but I have to.” His arms wrap around your waist, strong and safe.

Lifting your head, you look up at him, your noses practically touching from the proximity you share. The world feels like a bubble around you two, like some impenetrable one-way material that makes it so if Marcus leaves now, he can never come back. “Well, it’s gonna be a long time, a month or two,” you say with a sad smile. “We’ll have to begin again.”

Marcus shakes his head, his brown eyes almost welling with tears. “There’s no one else I’d want to begin again with.” With that, he looks in your eyes, the question hanging there. Wait for me?

Always, you respond silently by pressing your lips to his, kissing him slowly in the orange glow of your apartment building’s entrance. He kisses back, his lips tasting of coffee and maple and blueberry, yours tasting like chocolate and tea.

You squeeze your arms tighter around him, getting on your tiptoes to be as physically close as you can to him. He has one hand on either side of your rib cage, holding you there as he kisses back with all of the passion and love he has.

It can’t last too long or he’ll never leave. He won’t be able to. He breaks away after a few moments, his lips close to yours. He presses your foreheads together, arms encircling you again. “I have to go. I have to be at the office in an hour.”

You lift your head and your brow furrows in confusion. “Then why did you take so long to walk and eat with me?” You laugh quietly.

Marcus shrugs. “Didn’t want to leave you yet,” he admits, his eyes trained on yours. He gives you one last painfully gentle kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been my distraction lately. Whenever I’m bored, I text you.”

He sighs, the confession increasing his frown. “I’ll be in an entirely new place, without you.”

“But I’ll be here, in my same old life without you in it.”

The words punch a hole through Marcus’s heart. It’s true; he’ll have new distractions, new things to do. You’ll be here with a Marcus Pike-shaped hole in your heart. He kisses your forehead, the wheels turning in his head. “If you get a call in the next few weeks from an unknown number, be sure to answer it, okay?”

You nod and smile softly. “You need to go. Go.”

He nods and his hand squeezes yours. “I can’t wait to begin again with you.” With that, Marcus Pike, Agent Pancakes, whatever you want to call him, the man you’re highly suspecting might be your soulmate, walks off into the slightly chilly D.C. night.

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xhanisai · 4 years ago

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AU where the current holders of the miraculous have dreams about the previous holders

- They only dream about the holders before them- not the holders before the previous ones (for example, say Laila is the current holder of the butterfly and the holder before her was Maya. The holder before Maya was Ali. Laila will only dream about Maya whilst Maya have dreamt about Ali).

- The dreams are in the POV of the previous holders; you would only see things that are happening through their eyes and have no control over their bodies. You will also feel the same things the holders are feeling. The dreams are only possible if the predecessor before the current holder has passed away.

- The last holders of the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses were Bridgette Zhōu and Felix Gray (The PV predecessors of Marinette and Adrien). They were born in England and fought and died during the end of the second world war in 1945.

- Bridgette went by as Ladybird whilst Felix went by as Black Cat. They were sixteen when they received their miraculouses by Maître Fu.

- So Marinette, ever since gaining the earrings, would dream about Bridgette and the events that unfolded during her time. Adrien would dream about Felix on the other hand.

- At first, both were confused and horrified by this, especially after having to witness the brutal battles and war in first person and not having the power to help the way they want. They wouldn’t dare to mention this to each other in the beginning, unsure on how to approach the subject and completely traumatised too.

- They are quick to mature, especially in their civilian lives. Alya has noted that Marinette often wears a distant, sad look on her face, as if she’s weighed down by the burdens of the world.

- Nino was also quick to realise the tired yet determined gaze that Adrien wore, as if he was burning with the desire to protect everything he treasures as well as grieving for the things he’s lost. Though, the boy is an excellent actor and it’s really hard to see him unless you’re Nino.

- Since Marinette is far too distracted with coming up with plans and connecting dots to find out who le Papillon was, she’s not able to see how deep the changes were within Adrien, mainly focused on protecting her loved ones, especially her Chat Noir.

- Adrien on the other hand keeps a constant close observation on Marinette. She’s one of the few people out there that he really likes and cherishes so seeing her becoming more distant and tired and sad also upsets him.

- He starts to suspect about Ladybug’s civilian identity, especially after Plagg noting that he’s fallen for Marinette and LB for the umpteenth time.

- Marinette is also in love with both Adrien and Chat Noir (though she doesn’t like to admit the latter). She doesn’t make any attempts on romancing because she fears that it would be taken advantage of by le Papillon one way or another.

- Chat Noir is only a little flirty with Ladybug, also held back from the past holders and the current villain from fully attempting to romance her. Adrien is still soft and sweet with Marinette, always making sure she’s relaxed in his presence (Though, strangers can see that the feelings between ladynoir and adrinette are mutual).

- Both Adrien and Marinette love to spoil their kwamis with all the sweets and cheese the little Gods desire. The duo couldn’t fathom the guilt and trauma from their predecessors so how were Tikki and Plagg dealing with all the lives of their past holders?

- The bond between Tikki and Marinette and the bond between Plagg and Adrien is super, super strong.

- What finally causes Ladybug and Chat Noir to snap and communicate with each other regarding the dreams is when they finally dreamt about Bridgette’s and Felix’s last moments. These moments were the most haunting and painful out of them all.

Bridgette laid in a distraught Felix’s arms, a fatal wound in her chest, an ugly crimson growing on her clothes, yet a soft, subtle smile rested on her lips. With all her energy, she mustered up the strength to cup the sobbing boy’s cheek, as if Big Ben wasn’t being bombed to smithereens behind them and as if they weren’t surrounded by walls of deadly fire.

“Please...don’t close your eyes...don’t leave me...you’re going to be okay,” Felix choked, leaning into her touch which only grew terrifyingly colder and colder. He has to save her...he has to!

“D-Don’t cry, my sweet love,” Bridgette attempted to grin further and cooed at her lover, blind to Tikki’s vice grip on her blood stained school uniform and Plagg’s gape of horror. “I...I need you to run, Felix. Please-”

“What!? Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not leaving you! Not now, not ever!” He held her closer to him, tears cascading down his usually stoic face and mind scrambling for a plan. “I’ll save you, like always! And no one will dare to hurt you again-”

“Please...you’re already hurt. Please, live for me...”

“Bridgette...there’s no point in living if you’re not there with me, and that’s final!”

- Unfortunately, the duo met their demise from a direct bomb. Fu and Marianne had no choice but to take the miraculouses off their corpses as they were on the run, no time to mourn for the poor teens.

- Because of this dream, Chat has vowed to protect his Lady, no matter what, to ensure that she never has to go through the same pain as Bridgette (and also so he never has to mourn for another woman he’s loved with his everything).

- Ladybug has also vowed to ensure that they would never get into a situation like that, ever. The last thing she ever wants is for her partner to go through that pain.

- Sometimes, Marinette would find herself clutching her chest, as if she’s been shot, only to realise that they’re phantom pains from Bridgette’s fatal wounds and battle scars. Sometimes, the pain is enough to make her blackout.

- Similarly, this happens to Adrien too. Especially since Black Cat often got hurt during the war when fighting against the opposition.

- Both Marinette and Adrien have seen this happen to each other, not only as civilians but as their hero identities as well. They’re both 100% certain of their suspicions regarding the identities but are yet to address it.

- They get into arguments when Chat keeps on sacrificing himself. Both of them wanting to protect each other so badly, it hurts. The horrors of their predecessors’ lives and failures branded into their souls.

“You are the most important one out of us both! You can bring everything back to normal! Of course it makes sense for me to take that hit for you-”

“We are a team! I can’t do this without you and you know how much I hate seeing you die before my eyes over and over again!”

“But you bring me back every time-”

“That doesn’t stop it from hurting, you stupid cat! How would you feel if the person you love the most kept dying in front of you!?”

- After accidentally blurting out her confession, Ladybug attempts to run away, only for Chat Noir to hold her back by the hand. He then gently hugs her from behind, face hidden on the crook of her neck.

“I do know how it feels, Marinette. I do...” Chat held onto her tighter when she gasped, waiting until she relaxed before he carried on. “Every time I dream about that night, I feel Felix’s pain as his Lady died in his arms. I feel his guilt, his self-hatred, his grief, his heartbreak...everything.”

Lifting his head, Noir turned Ladybug around, his frown deepening from the tears that ran down her cheeks. He then brought his lips to one of her eyes, kissing away the tears with a softness that would rival even a mother’s touch to a new-born’s skin.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way...I love you so much that I can’t bear to see you die, ever,”

- From then on, they come to a compromise that they’d work as hard as possible to keep either of them from dying for each other.

- It’s hard and difficult but now that they have each other in their civilian lives, as well as letting Alya, Nino and Marinette’s parents into the secrets, the burdens eased. Fu allowed them to do this, knowing that the burden is too much for a singular person to handle on their own. Together they all became one excellent support system.

- Thankfully, there are pleasant dreams from Felix’s and Bridgette’s lives as well. Such as: first time meeting, ballroom dancing, walking in the gardens, etc.

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lemons3ason · 4 years ago

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The Asakura Twins Loving the Same Person Headcannons

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-You grew up with Yoh, you come from a powerful line of Shamans and since you were both the same age your families thought it would be good for you to be his protector from Hao.

-That plan was a failure since both of you were equally lazy and only enjoyed the simple things in life like music and food.

-You were the two little kids that made the promise to marry each other when you were older and his parents openly called you a couple until Yoh met Anna.

-With Anna’s strict training you both became surprisingly strong Shamans but you left about three years before the official Shaman tournament.

-While you were traveling and enhancing your powers you met Hao. Though the whole meeting left you heartbroken and alone something about you made him want you more. The tearless enraged (e/c) orbs that complimented your blood stained face made him fall head over heels for you.

-Though with what little energy you had left you escaped him easily but he never could find you again.

-Neither of them see you again until during the Shaman Fights and Yoh absolutely tackles the hell out of you.

-“(Y/n)! You’re here I can’t believe it! Well of course I can believe it this is you we’re talking about but (Y/n)!”, Yoh screams hugging you tight.

-You’re both babbling away at each other like Nala and Simba were when they reunited and everyone is quick to notice the huge smile that drew over Yoh’s face as you spoke to him and embraced him.

-When you all have your encounter with Hao in Patch Village, Yoh is immediately protective of you stepping between you and Hao since he dared to walk up to you.

-That’s when everyone finds out you already know who Hao is since you’ve shared a fight with him.

-He killed your Mother and in return your left him a noticeable scar against the side of his neck, He’s been tracking you down ever since.

-Hao loves you because you’re strong, you don’t fear him, you hate him. He wants to keep you all to himself and since he’s surprisingly good at flirting your forced to blush on several occasions.

-Hao changes when you’re around, he’s almost so convincingly calm and gentle that you wouldn’t be able to tell that he was a mass murderer.

-Hao becomes a constant bother to you until you start getting used to his presence but you’d never tell him you enjoy having him around since he is still evil.

-“Such a pretty shade of red, did I make your heart race?”, Hao will ask cupping your cheek tenderly as he admires your red glow.

-You’ll slap his hand away and scoot closer to Yoh who will grin and stick his tongue out at his older brother.

-Each fight they’ll hope to hear or see you in the stands rooting for them, showing off just to impress you.

-Likewise they both do the same for you, Hao watches from afar but when you win he’ll make his Spirit of Fire create small heart shaped flames in front of you to show that he was watching. Yoh jumps from his spot in the stands and raced to hug you and congratulate you on a job well done.

-One night just before the pre-finals start both brothers find you and have something important to ask of you. Hao is much more calm and collected a soft smile on his face as he nervously plays with the ends of his hair. Yoh on the other hand, is a blushing mess nervously playing with his fingers as he calls out your name.

-“(Y-y/n)...I-I...”

-“(Y/n), we love you but we understand you can only love one of us back. Please choose who you want to care for your heart.”, Hao spoke with so much confidence on the matter.

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*Yoh’s Route*

-You smiled at their sudden confession but since childhood you knew that Yoh was the only one for you.

-“Hao I’m sorry but I don’t love you. I’ve loved Yoh for so long now but he had Anna so I never tried confessing to him.”, you admitted softly watching Yoh’s face explode into a blush.

-Hao was deeply upset by your decision, but he respected you enough to leave it as it was. Now he could focus on destroying you and becoming shaman king without hesitation.

-Yoh was so excited that you had accepted his feelings that he lunged into your arms and placed a sweet kiss to your lips

-“Heehee I’m so glad you feel the same. I love you (Y/n).”, Yoh cheers in a soft voice pecking your lips again just to be sure it wasn’t a dream.

-Somehow you snuck into Yoh’s room with the boys and everyone woke up the next day to see you balled up at Yoh’s side, the goofiest grin plastered over his face.

-Horohoro was quick to notice the small love bite on the side of his neck neck and snickered, seems like you were the dominant and possessive one in the relationship.

-Anna is a bit heartbroken at first but you promised to still let her whip you and Yoh into shape if you ever slacked off to much.

-She accepted and in the end she got her dream of becoming Wife of the Shaman king since Hao had confessed his adoration for her about a month later, he won the shaman fights in the end so he did become king.

-You and Yoh were happy, a peaceful couple in a wild world surrounded by the people you loved.

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*Hao’s Route*

-You were left speechless by Hao’s blunt confession and it made you sad knowing that you had already made your choice.

-You flashed a sad smile to Yoh and hugged him much to his heart break but with a few simple words of encouragement he seemed okay being friend zoned, in the end it would be the best for both of you. He was happy with Anna by his side and you didn’t want to get between them when you knew they were meant for each other.

-Once you had pulled away from Yoh, Hao scooped you up in his arms and you both vanished. Having returned to his camp you stared at him in wonder to what he was going to do next.

-“To think that you would have actually grown to love me. I still can’t believe you actually do but I’m happy... absolutely happy. My little star.”, he hummed embracing tenderly as if you’d break if he held you to hard.

-You were nervous about your decision, thoughts overfilled your mind about how crazy you were for falling for your mother’s murderer, Hao could sense it so he washed away your insecurities with a soft peck to the cheek.

-“I’ll make sure you never regret your choice, even if I have to start from square one. I love you (Y/n), you don’t have to worry about anything by my side.”, He’ll whisper in your ears hugging you tight.

-Unsurprisingly he’s very touched starve so he’s always seeking you out for physical affection, be it a kiss or just holding your hand.

-Super romantic, you do have to keep him under control since he’s a bit protective and possessive but with a good scold you’re able to get him to respect your personal space and consider your feelings towards his behavior.

-Openly marks you with love bites and hickies even if you complain about them being to dark or to visible to others.

-You become his Shaman Queen *but only after making him promise to bring back everyone that he killed during the Shaman Fights since his new powers granted him that ability* and he loves you deeply with each passing day.

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*Self Route*

-You were shocked having been confessed to by the twins, you did love them but not like they loved you.

-You smiled at both of them and hugged them tight before stepping back and explaining that to them.

-It hurt, it was obvious by their expressions but you didn’t need a partner by your side at least not now.

-Yoh respected that much about you, Hao was a bit petty about your decision but he just left you alone after that night.

-You fought alongside Yoh for the rest of the shaman fights and helped defeat Hao even though he took the crown of Shaman King.

-Life made sense due to your decision. With Hao being a god it was rare to see him but as years went by you and Yoh and quickly outgrown him and you made fun of him for it every time you saw him.

-You own an orange cat and named him Hao Jr.

-You’re the first to hold little Hana Asakura once he’s born since Yoh had fainted during the birthing process, Anna literally only trusts you with her baby.

-Your the crazy aunt that carries little Hana around in a baby chest carrier, both of you wearing black shades as you walk around flexing that you are the proud aunt of a handsome little orange boy!

-Yoh is super happy to find out that you end up engaged to Horohoro but does give him the talk about cherishing you and killing you if he hurts you.

-Yoh and Hao become your honorary brothers and they don’t let anyone mess with you even if you’re old enough to protect yourself.

#shaman king head cannons #shaman king x reader #yoh asakura #hao asakura #shaman king #Yoh Asakura x reader #hao Asakura x reader #x reader

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scarofthewind · 4 years ago

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Too Far || Slashers x Reader

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A/N: I had two requests that were kind of the same, which I will have below. Warnings, there is angst! Enjoy!

Request 1 by @brideofcthulhu10 : Hey! First of all I wanna say I absolutely love your slasher fics, very detailed, you have a lot of talent! (I mostly dabble with Lost Boys on my blog!) Anyhoo, I'm not sure if I sent this yet, but I was wondering if you could do Brahms reacting to an S/O who's usually very patient with him crying because of an outburst? Like she's his caretaker who usually can handle his fits, but one day he goes too far screaming in her face, breaking things, and she just falls apart?

Request 2 by anon: Hi!I was thinking of a request if you wanna do it ofc, with Michael Myers when he is stressed out about something and maybe neglects or takes it out on s/o and she gets reallyy sad and goes for a walk at 3am and he Wakes up and not seeing her makes him feel guilty and sad and starts getting a panick attack just when she is returning and comforts him,im sorry if I’m being so specific I just wanted super angst with fluffy ending with Michael being super needy 🥺 sorry if i bother you

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Brahms Heelshire:

You had never seen him so angry over something so small in the time that you’ve been with Brahms. Not even being able to recall what the fight was about, you stood there in the center of the room that had been utterly destroyed. The lamps that were on either side of the couch were beyond repair, the book case was tipped and all it’s remains were scattered on the floor and the glass topped coffee table had long been broken. Brahms circled you like a feral animal, the glare in his eyes made you look to the floor in fear. You jumped when you heard another object being broken behind you and a coaster went flying by your head from behind you, hitting the wall in front. The small dent in the wall from the coasters collision, reminded you just how strong Brahms was.

“You can’t do anything right!” He shouted; the sound of glass crashing followed his words. “Why do I even bother keeping you’re pathetic ass around?!” He shoved past you, moving down the hall to grab the coatrack and throw it to the floor. One of the ends broke off and rolled towards you but you didn’t dare move, or even breathe. Your heart pounded ferociously against your chest and you wondered how you hadn’t had heart failures yet from all the stress he puts you through.

“Honestly, I should just get rid of you.” Brahms continued his rampage, breaking things and ripping paintings off the walls. You had become so numb to his usual rampages, that you were surprised when you found tears pooling out from your eyes at his words. Suddenly turning around, he walked over to you and you did your best to tune him out. His words cut like a knife and all you could do was stare forward and pray that this would all blow over.

But even then, prayers have their limits. “Why can’t you understand that I can’t stand you? You’re nothing but a good fuck and that’s all you will ever be!” That was the icing on the cake. A gasp so silent, it cut through the quiet air, left your lips and that’s when Brahms realized exactly what he’d done. It was like a switch had gone off in his head and the anger was gone, replaced with a guilt and fear of abandonment. His hands moved to cup your face but you almost tripped moving back, his eyes widening at your actions.

Everything he said was a lie; you both knew it, but he still thought them up somehow and felt like unloading them onto you in that moment. “(Y/N), I didn’t mean it.” Brahms felt sick watching as you backed away from him into the nearest corner he managed to maneuver you in. All the thoughts in his head came to one conclusion: There was nothing he could do or say in that given time that would make you want to stay.

“Please, listen to me.” He begged, his eyes holding so much fear you almost didn’t recognize the man before you. Brahms reached out to you gently, touching your shoulders and then your neck and then your face. “I didn’t mean any of that. Please forgive me; don’t leave me.”

Your throat was dry and you had nothing to say, all you could do was stare. “I love you, baby, please talk to me.” You felt his thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks and his lips pressed kisses to your forehead. Brahms knew exactly how much he had fucked up and the guilt and shame were eating him alive. “My god, what have I done?” You tensed as he pulled you into a tight and possessive hug. Your arms stayed by your sides, not moving an inch as the words and his face full of anger, kept replaying in your head. “Don’t leave me okay? I can fix this; I’ll fix it, I swear, my love.”

Meaningless. Everything felt meaningless.

But you had nowhere to go and you loved this man, even with all his issues. So, you swallowed any pride you had left and hugged him back, hearing him sob just a bit as he swore up and down that you wouldn’t regret it.

Michael Myers:

You couldn’t remember how you managed to get out of Michael’s grip while he was sleeping, but somehow you ended up outside in the freezing cold of night, walking down the sidewalk. You had managed to snag one of Michael’s jackets on your way out the door and thanked god it covered you well enough.

It wasn’t like you and Michael didn’t fight; you did, a lot. Tonight’s was just different and hurt you in more ways than you thought possible.

“Can’t you fucking leave me alone for once?” Michael’s voice was harsh as he moved away from your hands that were on his back. You realized he’d been under a lot of stress lately and he hadn’t really been himself; you were only trying to help ease the tension.

“Sometimes I really hate you and I think ‘why in the world, did I end up with her?’.” You remember that being the moment your heart sank to your stomach. The cold glare in his eyes was real, not like all the other times he’s done it.

The moon made your shadow look odd as you watched the pavement before you, every now and then glancing around to see if anyone else was up. Your already puffy eyes burned with the feeling of tears again and you managed to choke them down. “I should’ve let your father kill you. I would be a free man right now.”

You made your way around the block, making your way back home. “The only time you’re worth it is when your warming my cock.” You stopped, having arrived back at the front door. Your fingers twitched at the doorknob and you wondered if it was really a good idea to go back in. Michael had apologized after the fight and resulted in him not letting you out of an arm’s reach. But still. Was it worth it?

The second you opened the door, the air felt wrong. Shutting it behind you and taking your coat off, you realized why. Everything was torn apart. The furniture was all over the place and some pieces were broken, the TV was shattered and various pictures on the walls were on the ground. Loud sounds of footsteps came from upstairs when you shut the door and Michael practically tackled you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. The man who put on a ‘Mr. Tough Guy’ act was now trembling in your arms, pulling you closer to him with each passing second. “Michael.” You said calmly, gently stroking his back with your hands. You heard him sniffle and your made a mental note to remember this moment.

“Look at me.” Your voice was calming and you were there. You didn’t leave him like he thought. His eyes met yours and you reached up and brushed his tears away, moving his hair from his face and cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

He shook his head, his mouth too dry to speak from all the yelling he did while you were out on a walk. He’d woken up to your side of the bed cold as ice and all he could think was that you finally left him. He tore the house apart looking for you and when he couldn’t find you, he broke. This mountain of a man who hates showing one ounce of actual emotion, broke.

“That’s good. Can you tell me why the house looks like this?” You asked him, being very careful with your words as his hands once again pulled you against him.

“I-I was looking for you. I thought you left me.” His body shook as though the thought alone sent a chill down his spine. “You aren’t leaving me right?” His voice was so weak it was hard to remember what this man was actual capable of.

“Of course not, Michael. I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh air.” You cooed, peppering kisses along his jaw and chin. “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him, nuzzling your face under his chin and letting him hold you close.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean any-” You shushed him, wrapping our arms around his back.

“I know you didn’t mean it.” Your words were music to his ears and he pulled back enough to bend down and press a kiss to your lips. “Let’s go back to bed, okay? We can clean this up in the morning.” You told him as your lips parted; you led him upstairs and to your bedroom, not leaving his arms for the rest of the night.

#brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms: the boy 2 #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers #Halloween #slasher imagines #horror x reader #horror imagines #[✉️].request #🥲.angst #🍰.fluff

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years ago

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So I was showing my sister your amazing Q-A posts, when I came across Peter's. I realized that you just keep mentioning the incompetence of the Order, and how they're just a bunch of babysitters who don't do anything throughout many posts, but never actually wrote a rant about them and their members. Can you do that, while stating all the things they did/didn't do and their uselessness to the Order? What can I say I love your rants!

Caveat that it has been a while since I’ve read books 5, 6, and 7 of Harry Potter. I have a fantastic memory but some things may slip my mind. If I grievously offend anyone and it turns out the Order does actually do something, anything, of any vague importance then feel free to let me know and shame me on the internet.

With that, the story of why I think the Order of the Phoenix is a ridiculous organization that was mostly there because Dumbledore felt the need to have a guerilla resistance group (you’ve got to have a guerilla resistance group! Or, if Tom has a secret cult, I must have one too! BUT WITH BIRDS! COO COO KACHOO TOM RIDDLE!)

First, let’s look at our lineup.

Yes, we have a few aurors in the midst, but even with them the lineup is... worrying. In the first war we knew that key figures had presumably just graduated Hogwarts and joined the Order (James and Sirius). For all we know, they were recruited even before graduation. This makes sense as James’ is a big financial win for Dumbledore and was probably, perhaps with Longbottom, in charge of funding most of their operations. That and he and Longbottom give Dumbledore a voice in the Wizengamot (which so far as I can surmise is the only real governing body in the country, the ministry exists, but it all boils down to the Wizengamot).

The point being, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Lily are all barely squeaking out of Hogwarts not only when they join the Order but also even by the time they die. More, it could be because the books are from Harry’s point of view and he has a serious thing about worshipping James, but James in particular is made to sound very vital to the Order’s operations. A twenty-one-year-old who charged Voldemort without a wand (I really shouldn’t give James shit for this, it was a desperate situation, an attack they had not anticipated, he’s young, and panicking. I will still give James shit for this.)

Otherwise we have Mundungus Fletcher, who gives strong vibes of being an alcoholic and is just a generally unreliable, shady, dude who will steal your silverware and pawn it on the black market when you aren’t looking.

We have Molly and Arthur Weasley, whose only use I can possibly think of is being moral support and... I don’t know... providing safe houses maybe? Seriously, we have no indication they’re good at dueling (less so as Harry’s shocked when Molly takes on Bellatrix and miraculously wins). We know Arthur’s not a very intelligent guy. Arthur and Molly have no sense of... Well, suffice to say, if Dumbledore gave them any real information they’d run away screaming. They throw Percy out of the family for becoming Fudge’s secretary, I’m sure Dumbledore was just internally screaming and begging them not to do it so he can make Percy a spy. But he can never say as much as such a notion would horrify Molly and Arthur. Molly and Arthur are also presented as vital members of the Order by the way. Molly and Arthur. ARTHUR.

We have what remains of the Marauders in the second go around: Remus and Sirius. Remus, while a competent wizard, nobody can quite trust for the reason they couldn’t quite trust him last time: he’s still a werewolf and has no reason to support the current government. Sirius is recovering from ten years in hell and is in no condition to do anything, knows it, loathes it, and is clawing at the walls of the safehouse he was pretty much forced to provide the Order.

We then have the aurors. Kingsly seems competent enough but more than him we have Moody and we have Tonks. Tonks is young and seems very very green, she was a good enough duelist to get into the auror corps but we know she’s dreadfully clumsy and often seems to treat Order business as this very exciting super secret mission she’s on. Moody, is a paranoid wreck who is almost comical for his utterly ridiculous skepticism of everything and seems incapable of making any true plans or taking any real action.

Looking at the Order of the Phoenix is kind of like watching “Dodgeball”, you just have this really weird collection of people who try to dodge wrenches, only the Death Eaters aren’t much better, so it kind of evens out.

But onto why I think they do nothing... It’s because we see them do nothing.

We don’t get much information on the first war but at best it seems like there were a few minor skirmishes in the street now and then. I always imagine something like the Sharks and the Jets in Westside Story. They’re walking along the streets, spot each other, dramatic music ensues and a rumble begins, then they scamper away when the aurors come in.

Remember that these guys aren’t a legitimate organization and really don’t have the structure of one. Back in the day they were probably, essentially, a street gang.

We get a little more evidence of what we see them get up to in the later books. And it’s all just kind of sad.

Remus is sent on the world’s most ridiculous and hopeless quest to recruit werewolves. Why do I say ridiculous and hopeless, what the hell does Remus have to offer these guys? Werewolves are ridiculously oppressed by the current government, they cannot obtain an education, they cannot hold jobs, they’re desperately unemployed and people routinely talk about wiping them out. Remus comes up to them and says, “Hey guys, come support the guerilla movement that supports the government that talks about killing you all the time! It’ll be great!” They’ll either put Remus’ head on a pike or if they’re nice just laugh at him until he leaves. I’d say it’d be worth it, except that it’s an exceedingly dangerous task that probably would end with Remus’ head on a pike. As it is, it ends in embarrassing failure. And this is one of the more legitimate Order missions.

Hagrid, similarly, is sent to talk to the giants and it ends in equally embarrassing failure for the same reasons (why would the giants ever support the ministry and or Dumbledore who promises them nothing). Also, sending Hagrid to talk diplomacy, with anyone, ever. Surely, there’s no way that could possibly go wrong.

Otherwise their big task seems to be to babysit Harry and transfer him from the Dursleys to the Burrow/Grimmuald Place. The first, they fail at, Mundungus gets put on the job the one day something actually happens and it’s a complete disaster. The second, they also fail at, as I never understood why they couldn’t just portkey him where they needed him to go or at least closer by. The polyjuice flight across the sky was... really unecessary.

You can tell by the seriousness with which most Order members, i.e. Tonks, take the babysitting Harry duty that this is a very serious task for very serious people. Given this, Tom’s lack of overt action in the fifth and sixth books, the fact that we don’t seem to see them do anything even in the seventh book... Yeah, this and keeping an eye out for that prophecy are their most exciting jobs.

Remember that rescuing Harry from the Department of Mysteries wasn’t really Dumbledore’s idea. That was an emergency situation where he had to pull out the stops, more, I suspect Sirius went “CHAAAAAARGE” and gleefully rushed out into glorious battle with the Order directly behind him and Dumbledore going, “Well, shit.”

I guess the last thing I’ll say is that we also see that Dumbledore has very little confidence in the Order. He gives them nothing important to do and, more, gives them virtually no intelligence.

He never tells the Order about the horcruxes (their existence or Harry, Hermione, and Ron’s super serial mission to track them down and destroy them). He never relays to them that Harry himself is a horcrux. He never reveals the suicide ploy with Snape or that he was in fact dying before that point. He never reveals Malfoy’s assassination attempts. Dumbledore doesn’t tell them jack shit.

If he relies on anyone, usually when he’s forced to, it’s Severus Snape. This I think is not only because Snape is forced in a way to be loyal thanks to the life debt to Harry as well as his own overwhelming sense of guilt but also because he’s the only really intelligent and competent one there.

The Order’s just... if you need someone to pick up Harry or else keep an eye on him when Mrs. Figg is busy: they’re your guys. Otherwise, they make Dumbledore feel good about himself?

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Deja Vu

Part 1

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Kind of angst for now, backstory, arguments, and extremely slow burn. Also future poly

He’s insufferable

He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He’s annoying.

He is insufferable.

And I have to deal with him.

Of all the people Mrs. Moore could have partnered me with, she just had to choose him. It’s not like we even put a show on in public, and it’s sad but, everybody knows about the feud between us that started four years ago.

I had just moved to town from three states over, and I didn’t know anyone my age. After a few weeks of summer went by of not knowing anyone, my dad convinced me to join the district’s hockey team. He told me that it was because he wanted me to make some friends, but I knew that he really just couldn’t afford to pay a babysitter. And my mother, well, she wasn’t in the picture. So I ended up having to go through the lost and found at six different ice rinks in Minnesota in order to get all of my equipment. At first, I was wary of the idea, but my dad said that it was kind of like shopping, so I agreed to go with him. Originally, we would have only had to search five rinks, but I couldn’t find any skates that were my size. After almost twelve hours of rummaging through sweaty pads and broken sticks, I had myself a full set of hockey gear.

Now I was on to the next challenge: How To Skate. I had been ice skating a couple of times before for birthday parties, but I’ve never been able to skate at the level that I had to in order to survive during an entire hockey game. I thought maybe it would just come to me naturally after attending a few practices. Until I did some research at the school library. Apparently, it takes a person at least two months to learn how to ice skate. But ignoring the negative, I decided to focus on the positive. ‘I could at least balance myself...and besides, I probably would be on the bench for every game...and just remember, you’re doing this for friends.’ These were the only three things that ran through my mind on the way to the ice rink. I was honestly terrified. I was scared that the other kids would make fun of me, or worse, ignore me. Well, maybe being made fun of is worse, but at least then they’d acknowledge me. I had to stop myself from thinking about that kinda stuff. I haven’t even attended a single hockey practice yet, and now I’ve added at least four more stressors into my life.

When my dad pulled up to the building, my stomach was tingling. My hands were clammy, and my eyebags had definitely seen better days. I wanted to run so fast away from this place, and not move at all at the same time.

“Nerves,” my dad said. He must’ve noticed from my frozen state in the backseat of his minivan. “You’ll do great! Just don’t break any bones.” He chuckled at the end in hopes that it would come off as a joke, but that is definitely not how it sounded.

To my surprise, I was the first kid that had arrived. I didn’t know much about the team, but I did know that most of the other kids had been on it since they were five or six years old. I was almost the exact opposite, thirteen and just starting. I wasn’t really sure why I was the first person to arrive, and it only added to my nervousness.

I tried to brush it off as I saw someone outside in the parking lot leave a car holding a bag like you had. I could hear his muffled voice. “I’ll see you at six.” Whoever he was talking to must have responded because the boy spoke again, “yup, love you too.” A parent maybe. A mom? I could faintly make out a silhouette in the driver’s seat, but the glare from the sun blocked most of the car window.

Thank god someone else was here because at least now I knew that I was in the right place. But another problem arose. Now, different things were rushing through my head about what to say to the other boy. Should I make a joke, ask a question? Simply say ‘hello’? I didn’t know. So, I decided to settle on the most stupid thing anyone could ever say.

“Are you on the hockey team?” What kind of question is that? He has a bag, this time is cut out specifically for hickey practice, and he has a hockey stick with him. Why else would he be here?

He looked up from where he was walking and stared at me awkwardly. It was likely that he wouldn’t have even noticed me if I hadn’t said anything to him. But I did. Which I regretted.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He went to keep on walking but he stopped himself quickly. “Are you?”

I had to keep a laugh in because the boy looked genuinely confused. Or maybe I misjudged that for concern. Still, though, it sounded a bit hopeful. This kid was really hard to read. Either way, I was pretty sure that he thought I couldn’t play hockey.

“Yeah. My dad made me join to make some friends.”

Suddenly the boy’s demeanor changed. He seemed almost excited that there was a new kid on the team. “Well, I’ll be your first friend. My name’s Adam. Adam Banks. Walk and talk.” And then he started towards two big double doors.

My eyebrows rose at the sudden confidence, taken off guard, but at least he was being friendly. I adjusted your bags and followed right behind him. “So what’s it like here.”

He answered after struggling to open one of the doors, “Well it’s not so bad. It’s super cutthroat during the regular season but in the offseason, it’s pretty relaxed.” As I made myself around the outside of the rink, he kept rambling. “Especially during summer league. The kids who only play during that league have it nice. You’ll definitely survive.”

“Um, so what happens during the regular season?” The thought of angry yelling coaches wasn’t appealing to me, but I could make it work

Adam shrugged his bag up so it wouldn’t fall from his shoulder, “Well. Usually, coach yells at us, tells us that if we don’t win we’re failures, and everyone is constantly fighting to be a starter.” There was silence. “So that’s fun.” I just nodded my head, trying to take this all in. Adam didn’t say anything until he reached the locker room doors. Then he turned to me. “Yeah, but coach is a lot less lenient during summer because it doesn’t really matter for playoffs.”

I scoffed, “yeah, but I’ll eventually have to deal with him. Right?”

Adam’s expression flattened, “Wait, you’re doing winter league too?” He looked genuinely concerned, and now I was second-guessing joining hockey. If this boy didn’t think I could survive, then how could I? Even if I was just gonna sit on the bench, the way this kid was making it out to be was not sounding like the greatest way to make friends.

“Well, yeah. Is that bad?” I needed to hear him say it. Say that I should quit, or join dance, or something. Just so I could have an excuse to tell my dad in case the first day of practice goes awry.

He spoke fast, “Oh no, no. It’s just that--”

“That I’m not good enough…”

He didn’t say anything. Harsh. I was just trying to make a joke but, I guess that’s what he was really thinking. We stood in silence for a few more seconds, and then he finally thought of something to respond with.

“No. I just feel like you’ll get hurt… and, um.”

I started to laugh. I applaud Adam for trying to make it seem like he didn’t think I was bad, but he just couldn’t do it. “Don’t sweat it, I know I’m gonna be bad.” He started to laugh with me. “Hey, at least I’ll get abs out of it.”

He and I were actually pretty good friends for the most part. He was my first friend here in Minnesota. He taught me how to skate, and in turn, I offered him some sub-par jokes. He always used to laugh at my jokes even if they were awful. He was what I considered my best friend. He definitely wasn’t a best friend, I couldn’t confide in all of my secrets, and he couldn’t do the same to me, but Adam was the only kid I was friends with. We laughed hard, we fell on the ice together. He even told his mom that practices started to end later just so he could wait with me until my dad got off work and picked me up.

Not long after we bonded, I hato the ducks. At the time, I didn’t know exactly what happened. All my dad said to me was something about how the coach wasn’t that nice, and that he didn’t want me on his team. I didn’t really care since hockey wasn’t something that I cared about too much. So I said goodbye to Adam and explained that I had to go. I didn’t say anything about the coach-not-liking-me part because then I thought he’d feel bad for me.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to switch teams too, but I think my dads’ gonna see if I can stay on the team.” He spoke almost as if he was trying to convince himself. I thought it was a great idea to tell him why he had to go to the ducks.

“They don’t want you, Adam. Maybe if you go to the ducks, you’ll get a coach who appreciates you.” I didn’t know what was wrong with what I said to him until about a year later, but by the time I finished my sentence, he was fuming.

The situation afterward was a blur, and I can’t remember what all was said. I just remember Adam touching on the fact how I’m an awful hockey player, and that he only talked to me because he felt sorry for me. Now, if my old coach had told me that I was awful at hockey, I’d be completely fine. I already knew that, and coach is just...coach. But hearing it come from Adam? It wasn’t like he was just telling me how it is, he wanted to hurt me.

It took me two weeks to stop thinking about the situation constantly, and then it started to fade away. I never even told him the real reason why I told him what I did, but now I have to work on a history project with him. How am I gonna do that if I can’t even tell him the reason for our quarrel that we had three years ago? Let alone complete a whole project?

“The syllabus will be given tomorrow, and the deadline for this project will be written under the ‘AP History’ bulletin. You may get to work.”

I slumped out of my desk and started putting away my things that were on the table attachment. During this, I tried to think of what I was going to say when I went over to him. I almost decided on either trying to make a truce or just acting like he didn’t exist.

He was slouched in his desk, pencil in hand, avoiding eye contact with me. As I sat down my stuff on an empty desk near him, his words startled me. “So, 50/50?”

I just stared at him. For some reason, my brain could not process what Adam had just said. It took a solid four seconds for me to respond. “I don’t understand.”

Adam’s eyebrows rose while his eyes rolled, “Of course you don’t.”

I scoffed, “What, you’re just gonna say some numbers and you think I’m gonna understand what you’re trying to say?”

He was leaning forward in his desk now, “Well you seemed to be doing well in calculus, so, yes.” A small, mocking smile was now gracing his face.

I took in a deep breath to try and refrain from spewing whatever profanities came to mind. “Look, can we just set aside whatever this is so we can do this project?” He crossed his arms in response. “C’mon, I can’t afford to get a bad grade.” Still no response. If his goal was to ruin my life, he sure was on the right path.

“What do I get out of it?”

The audacity.

“I’m just saying. I’ll be fine with one bad grade, so what exactly is the payoff for tolerating...you?”

So there was a shiny glimmer of hope, but it would definitely come at a cost. “Anything. Anything you want. Just please, tolerate me.”

He brought a hand to his chin, acting like he was pondering his choice, “but will it really be anything?”

“Oh my god, you are so annoying.”

“Watch it.” His voice was stern.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. But yes, anything. You name it.”

Did he even know what he wanted? Or was he just trying to play this out? Either way, I’m about to have a conniption if we don’t start working on this project soon.

We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Of course, Adam had to change his thinking position almost every second, until he decided on what he wanted. “Okay, here’s the deal. I help you get your precious little A, and you have to get me a date with Charlie.”

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