#i guess it has to be? this is so hard i live in hell TOT

[rapidhighway]

the the guys....

[ryo-kaikura]

Part 1

Yan Sub ftm OC x dom killer male reader x Yan Sub ftm OC

OC :Duri and Saru

Reader is 27 and OC's are 22

cw: killing, cnc, obsessive

I don't really know how to do this but ok

Duri's POV

O my fucking God, I didn't think this was gonna happen. I mean I was paid like $10,000 just to be here but I didn't know this was the house of a killer. At first when we got here nobody was in the house but then the owner came in and we wanted to knock him out so we can steal stuff but when he came in he help a knife and was dripping wet with blood.

All of a sudden, he was chasing us and got Chris and Marisa, then I hid in this bedroom and I can hear him coming. What can I do, I haven't even gotten a boyfriend yet T_T.

3rd POV

Damn these kids, ruining your furniture and shit. You know one of them is in my bedroom so you went there. Wow what a pretty boy such a same he broke into your hou- "wai-wait, sir please don't kill me I'll do anything please, I'l- I'll even give my body for you" "You mean you'll get fucked by me and I let you live?" "yes" "Alright, been pent up for months without a good fuck"

Without warning you threw him to your bed and took of your clothes and it seems he's eager too seeing how he's trying so hard to remove one button. After you removed your clothes and went to the bed and tore his clothes that took way too long. Now he's left in his -panties? Huh. Well would you look at that he has a pussy. "The name you'll be screaming is (name) got it" With a nod you continue

After making it wet enough you went in and God "god you're a virgin aren't you with pussy this tight and a lil blood on my cock you were a virgin" He can't even answer putting in your cock must've been heaven for him. "Oh yeah what's your name" "Oh-MHnn" You slap his ass "answer me slut" "Du- OoOh- ri" " Ok duri guess you're going to be my bitch till I get bored of you" Fucking hell this is the best cunt I had in month. After cumming like three time in him and him squirting and cumming like 20 times plus he looked so out of it you get back to killing two more of the kids, how you know well you asked you bitch how many friends he brought with him.

After searching for 5 minutes you found a girl well she was screeching so you killed her.

After 20 minutes of searching you got tired and wanted to get you new toy in your car.

And would you look at that, the last person was trying to get Duri to get up and leave. So you knocked him out, pick Duri up, put a vibrating dick toy in him and put it on low, tie up his hands, and go back for the last target.

And again another kid that wanted to get fucked by you. And another pussy boy. Seeing as there is no harm to let out more of that pent up cum you strip him till he has no more clothes, make him wet and fuck him till he's oversimulated cumming hard and got is he tight. After a while you're done with him but decided to just leave him there, you then figured out his name is Saru from his ID and that he own an infamous information place so you put you number in his phone then fuck his mouth and take a pic with it. You then leave him a check to a house then give him some of your old clothes then leave with your new toy struggling with a toy stuck in his pussy giving him minimal stimulation.

After getting tot he new house, you got him of and in the dead of the night you fuck him while getting inside your new house with all your trained maid and Butlers. The next day you gave duri an afterpill and put in something to prevent pregnancy.

On the other side of the country, after Saru woke up he was sad you didn't take him with you. Originally Saru told those idiots to break into this house then when you killed them all he can make you fuck him then you would have kept him but that boy took his place. But he's fine with not being your stress reliever because of the picture of your dick and the video of you cock going into his pussy and you fucking his mouth, god he's already cumming.

Oh, (name) this won't be the last time we fuck and next time we'll be together till we both die~

[docholligay]

Palentine’s: Haruka and Mina, eating from each other’s plates

“So what I’m saying is,” Mina stuffed her mouth full, “I think we should broaden our borders and horizons and all that.” 

“So, like, go to America?” Haruka thought for a moment, and then smiled as she picked up her fork, “I mean, I like America. If there’s whatever the hell they call senshi over there, why not?” 

Mina shook her head. ‘I don’t know if there is, anywhere else. I mean, it seems stupid that the entire globe exists and the Moon only dropped us on an island country of less than 400,000 square kilometers, but maybe there’s a homing beacon, I don’t know. Anyway,” she plucked a tater tot off Haruka’s plate, “I don’t just mean soldiers like us. There’s people who can fight all over, and with things going how they are, it might not be a bad idea. I’ve always wanted to go back to London.” 

Haruka leaned back and took a drink of her beer. “I don’t like London.”

Mina rolled her eyes. “That’s because Squidward--”

“Don’t call her that, Mina.” 

“Oh excuse the hell out of me,” She took another tater tot, “Miss Kaioh, there, you happy? Only takes you to places with the absolute worst people the entire country has to offer. I promise there’s plenty of normal-ass people in London.” 

Haruka scratched her head. “I guess we have to talk it over with Usagi.” 

Another tater tot, and Haruka lightly smacked Mina’s hand. “Those are mine!” 

“Oh what, are we not friends now?” Mina put an aggrieved hand on her chest. “I didn’t know that you were so in need of some deep fried food, you deprived creature.” 

Haruka reached over for one of Mina’s fries, and Mina dove at it like a very determined seagull, biting it out of Haruka’s hand. 

“Oh okay, so--”

“Haruka,” she swallowed the fry, “You have an unimaginably rich wife. I, on the other hand, am a  struggling working girl, who makes her own way in the world, ekeing out an--”

“I’m paying for dinner!” Haruka laughed. “I always pay for dinner!” 

Mina flagged down the waitress. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything. I’m getting another pitcher.” 

It was strange, sometimes, for Mina to think about when they’d first met. Even more than that, when they’d truly been thrown together. How she couldn’t stand Haruka, how she thought she was a self-pitying, dramatic, mess of a human being who was just trying to trip into her own destruction. 

And, okay, that wasn’t wrong, exactly. Mina was a good read of people, even without the Gift, and Haruka wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. The trick was that Haruka could be other things as well: Generous, brave, tender when she let herself be. It was a good reminder to Mina that though stripping people down to their base elements helped for snap decisions, the real tricks lived in the complication. 

“Can we get a plate of kaarage too?” Haruka tossed the menu back down on the table. 

“Ruka?” Mina leaned back for a moment, “What’d you think of me when we were first living together?” 

Haruka shrugged. ‘I didn’t, really. I had a lot going on. It was a place to sleep.” 

Mina took a fry off her own plate, swirled it in mayyo and contemplatively bit into it. “You broke up with your girlfriend, Haruka, you didn’t have a lot going on.” 

“C’mon,” Haruka looked at the table, and then took a swig of her beer, “You know it was more than that.” 

Well, maybe. Haruka was more things than Mina had taken her for initially, but resilient was never one of them. Still wasn’t, honestly. She put all her eggs in Michiru’s basket and never learned how to eat scrambled, so she’d ended up starving. It didn’t have to be more than that, but it was, and that was part of the bargain with Haruka. Everything took on as much meaning as she could carry. 

“I thought you hated me.” She still didn’t look at Mina, poking at her burger, but she chuckled, “because you did.” 

“I didn’t HATE--”

“Oh come on!” Haruka shook her head, but she smiled, “You only let me stay in your apartment because you needed a roommate and Usagi threw me at you. You couldn’t fucking stand me.” 

Mina thought for a moment. What would be the point in lying to her? She hadn’t exactly hidden the fact. 

“Well, I didn’t really know you, I guess. And, uh, by the way, you were being supremely annoying. So, jot that down. I’m taking another tater tot, even the memory fills me with horror.” 

The pitcher and chicken were dropped, and Haruka poured another. 

“I’m glad we’re friends now. I guess.” 

“As long as you keep buying beer, bud.” 

“Okay, you know what?” Haruka reached over and took the burger off her plate, smiled broadly, and took a big bite as Mina watched. 

“Ugh!” her face pulled into a grimace. “I hate avocado.” 

“Have we learned something today?” Mina grabbed Haruka’s burger and took a bite, “By the way, this bacon is great. Anyway, so as I was saying before you interrupted, I DO think you’d like London. If you went with me instead.” 

“Well Michiru speaks English.” 

“I speak English! I speak fucking amazing English! People mistake me for a native speaker! I did a summer exchange in London! Why does no one ever remember this? I don’t expect my actual life to lack narrative continuity.” 

Haruka grinned, and took another fry.

[beewolfwrites]

Do you write requests? I mean... chishiya getting his hair washed by his s/o... and it's so intimate that he really struggles with his emotions... dunno if you'd write that, tots fine if you don't. Just saying... would be cute wouldn't it...

Hello! I'm always happy to write requests, though this is the first one I've ever had :)

I wasn't sure if this managed to get across enough emotion on Chishiya's end (because that boy is like an emotional breezeblock) but I hope you like it all the same!

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You were never worried whenever Chishiya left for a game. Well, that’s not entirely true. He was smart enough to wriggle his way through almost any situation, you knew that. Rationally and logically, Chishiya would survive. But there was always that tiny voice whispering, ‘What if’.

What if he ends up in a Spades game and isn’t athletic enough?

What if he’s ambushed by other players during a Hearts game?

What if there can only be one survivor, and by chance, it isn’t him?

Interestingly, ‘What if he gets so covered in blood, it forces him to finally wash his hair properly?’ never once crossed your mind.

Half-asleep, you heard the door to your shared room creak open as someone shuffled inside. At any other time it could have been an intruder, or even one of the militants, if not for the beam of light from the hall slicing through the darkness. Chishiya’s features were briefly illuminated, then he shut the door.

You dreamily watched his silhouette as he rummaged through the drawers, dragging them open one by one until the noise woke you up completely.

‘Chishiya?’

‘Go back to sleep.’ He shut another drawer.

By now, sleep was too far gone. Sitting up with a yawn, you switched on the bedside lamp, but when the yellow glow filled the room, it became horribly apparent why Chishiya was turning out all your clothes drawers.

His white hoodie, sweatpants, and even his skin were all spattered with blood. And within an instant, there was only one question pressing on your mind.

‘Is it yours?’

‘I told you to go back to sleep.’

The side-glance he gave you as he reached for a towel revealed that he wasn’t in the mood for this, probably because his favourite white hoodie was stained. But neither were you.

‘Is it yours?’

‘Does it look like it’s mine?’

Eyebrow raised, he turned to face you fully, letting the light accentuate every stain in his clothes. On closer inspection, no. It couldn’t possibly have been his. The speckled pattern of the blood suggested that it must’ve come from someone several feet away. Realising that he was unharmed, you instantly relaxed.

‘Was it those collars again?’

‘Yes, actually.’ He paused, smiling curiously. ‘But the players weren’t the ones wearing them.’

Ah. It was one of those games where one of the others hunted the players down. You’d survived them before, and their lives were almost always pitted against yours.

If Chishiya had any intention of telling you about his game, it certainly wasn’t right now, because he suddenly turned towards the bathroom, giving you a full view of the back of his head.

‘Wait!’ You threw back the covers, managing to catch him by the elbow just in the nick of time. ‘Wait a second.’

‘What is it now?’

You lifted up locks of his hair, inspecting the dry, tangled mess. Aside from a couple of specks at the front, he’d somehow managed to avoid getting blood in it. However, that didn’t mean the overall state of his hair wasn’t nasty as hell.

‘I thought I told you to brush it properly after you shower,’ you said, feeling the damaged stands between your fingertips. ‘And we have conditioner. Don’t you use it?’

He looked at you tiredly, as though he couldn’t believe he was even having this conversation. ‘Conditioner is waste of time and money,’ he said. ’Now go back to bed.’

He tried to shut the bathroom door between you, but there was no way you could let hair like that pass. The moment the door closed, you yanked it open again before he could lock it, catching him by surprise.

‘Nope. You’re not getting away that easily.’ You pushed your way into the bathroom. ‘There’s no money in this place, and no excuses.’

He leaned against the bathroom counter, watching impassively as you started to run a bath. ‘I don’t take baths.’

‘Well, you do now.’

Opening the bathroom cupboards, you pulled out some of the nicer hair products that you’d collected from abandoned salons in the city. Since the only currency in the Borderlands was human life, luxury hair products were free game.

You could feel Chishiya growing more and more irritated. ‘Pull the plug, or I’ll do it myself.’

Ignoring the comment, you pulled gently at his hoodie in a signal to remove it, only he shifted away from you and muttered that he wasn’t a child. Despite his small, reluctant comments, it was surprising how easily he’d given in. Perhaps he was simply too tired to argue, though you knew you’d get an earful about this tomorrow.

Once his bloodied clothes were in a pile on the floor, he uncomfortably climbed in the bath. Neither of you were particularly bothered by nudity, and it was hardly the first time you’d seen him like this. There was just something about baths that he hated, and seeing him sitting grumpily in the water, it was impossible to keep from smiling.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said. ‘If it’d been a shower, I would’ve had to get in too.’

‘And that’s a bad thing?’

‘Pff, stop trying to distract me,’ you snickered. ‘I’ve got so much work to do if I’m going to rescue this mess.’

Tilting his head back, you used your hand to pour water over his hair, taking your time to dampen it thoroughly before squeezing in shampoo. You had never been very good at massage, but you tried your best, rubbing the lather in to make sure every strand was coated, and every drop of blood washed away.

Chishiya didn’t seem to protest. It was a stroke of luck to catch him while he was too tired to put up a fight. You snuck a glance at his face while shampooing his hair, only to find his eyes closed, expression peaceful.

‘Chishiya?’

One eye cracked open. ‘I’m awake. Don’t get any ideas.’

Smirking, you started washing the suds away. ‘I guess my plan to attack you when you were sleeping has been foiled.’

‘What a coincidence,’ he mumbled. ‘I had the same plan earlier.’

Once the shampoo had melted into the bathwater, you pooled conditioner into the palm of your hand and started combing your fingers through his hair, coating the locks while gently easing out the tangles.The silence was comfortable, and neither of you spoke until Chishiya let out a small sigh.

‘I preferred what you were doing before.’

Your hands stilled in surprise. ‘You actually like this?’

‘I wasn’t convinced at first,’ he replied. ‘This is the first time someone’s washed my hair like this. I suppose it’s not too bad.’

Chishiya’s words opened up a lot of doors, and you couldn’t help but ask, ‘Didn’t your mother wash your hair for you? When you were small, I mean.’

‘Ah…’ He smiled wryly. ‘We had a nanny.’

Your hands slowed as you mulled over this new information. Chishiya had only vaguely told you about his parents. He barely spoke with his father, and his mother was no different. But that was all you really knew. Maybe he was raised entirely by staff.

‘Was the nanny nice?’

He hummed under his breath. ‘She was underpaid, and she let me know it.’

Did he mean to say, his nanny took her frustration out on him? The more he spoke, the more unsettled you felt learning about this. ‘She helped during bath times, right?’

‘She supervised.’

It wasn’t difficult to read between the lines. He must’ve been washing his own hair from the moment he was able to, and even then, it would’ve been impossible to remember what the experience was like before. No wonder he was terrible at looking after it now.

Bad habits die hard.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, pressing your cheek against his damp skin. To your surprise, he leaned into the embrace. It was a small slip that he would never show anybody else, a fracture in his apathetic facade, and there were no words shared between the two of you. Just understanding.

That was, until the silence was ruined.

‘Hurry up. The faster you finish messing with my hair, the faster I can get out.’

Chishiya really didn’t like baths.

[befehlvonganzunten]

hi! i wanna learn german, but it's really hard! ☹️ do you have any tips? are there any german movies or tv shows you would recommend?

hello anon and please accept all my respect for mustering up the patience and willpower to learn my unnecessarily complicated native language ♥️

my first tip would be: don't give up! i think german is a really cool language and i guess once you're done with the basics it won't be that hard anymore. like, i'm pretty sure that there are a lot of languages that are way harder to learn than german - capitalization and weird-ass articles that make no sense be damned 😉

second tip: don't pressure yourself! it's something i had to come to terms with when i started learning english as a second language bc my inner perfectionist just wouldn't stop pestering me, so just take your time and everything will be fine. also: i am german but my german sure as hell isn't perfect. it never will be and that's totally okay!

third tip: practice makes perfect! i know that this is a very annoying phrase but it's definitely true. it's also kinda contradicting considering my second tip but that's just me being dumb 😅

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now, as for tv shows and movies: i gotta admit that i don't really watch german tv (anymore) and i have no idea what kind of stuff is popular right now, so here goes nothing 🥴

tv shows

tatort (crime/police procedural): this is the german tv show. it's been around since the 70s and almost everyone i know is obsessed with it. i personally have never watched a single episode bc crime shows aren't really my cup of tea but what's cool about this show is that there are, like, several versions of it with different casts, stories and locations, e.g. tatort münster, tatort leipzig, tatort münchen, etc. (fun fact: they even shot a tatort episode in the street where i live once.)

dark (science-fiction/mystery): haven't seen this one either but as far as i know it's quite popular outside of germany. i read the plot summary on wikipedia but i got confused, so i still have no clue what it's about 😅 oliver masucci is in it, though, and he's a very good actor.

türkisch für anfänger (comedy/coming of age): this one's a bit older but i actually did watch it a while ago and i really liked it. it's about a patchwork family in berlin, consisting of a german mom and her two kids who moves in with her turkish boyfriend who has also two kids and they all try to get along, which often leads to chaos and all kinds of hilarious situations. the cool thing is that the show doesn't make fun of either culture. it kinda plays with both german and turkish stereotypes but at the end of the day it's all about love and family and overcoming stereotypes in a healthy way. (also: elias m'barek plays one of the main characters and let me just tell you that he is one gorgeous dude.)

honourable mentions (according to the internet bc again, i don't know anything about german tv shows): how to sell drugs online (fast), 4 blocks, babylon berlin, jerks, dr psycho and the german version of the office, which is called stromberg for some reason.

movies

movies about german history and/or important events: das weiße band, der untergang, der baader-meinhof komplex, das boot, goodbye lenin!, napola, das leben der anderen, anonyma, sonnenallee, nur eine frau

others: lola rennt, das experiment, lammbock, gegen die wand, die welle, wer früher stirbt ist länger tot, who am i, victoria, aus dem nichts, toni erdmann, systemsprenger, der vorname, ich bin dein mensch

i probably forgot a few, so these are just the ones that immediately popped into my head

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welp. i hope i was able to help you in some way. anyhoo, kopf hoch und viel glück anon! ☺️

[hockeyboysiguess]

Year One

a/n: coming up with this idea completely threw me off working the other day and i have no regrets. this has a little bit of everything in it. you like friends to lover? it’s in here. you like very large hockey players with tiny children? it’s in here. you like very soft smuttiness? it’s in here. you like cutesy dates? they’re in here. there’s a little bit of something for everyone in this one, so I hope you find a part you like!

warnings: swearing, mild smutty-sort of action, drinking, and a ton of cavity causing sweetness.

January

This party was definitely going to require another drink. It’s not that you weren’t having fun; it’s that all of your friends were having quite a lot of fun. You snuck away from your drunkest friend and headed to the kitchen to refill your cup. You sighed when you glanced over the counter holding your variously terrible options.

“Okay, what combination looks like it would taste the least like paint thinner,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Definitely the Strawberry Lemonade Svedka and the grape Fanta. It sounds weird but it turned out pretty good honestly.”

You turned toward the voice and you smiled a little to yourself. He was positively gorgeous. Strong shoulders, muscled tattooed arms, sharp jawline covered in stubble, and a smile that drew you in. He came over towards you and you noticed how much he dwarfed you and it made your mind wander.

“Is it?” you asked with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Look, your other possible combinations are objectively terrible. Like who buys birthday cake vodka?” he asked, his face scrunching at the idea. “I know it’s a birthday party but, yeah, no.”

You laughed and he smiled softly at you.

“I’m Pierre-Luc,” he told you.

“That’s kind of long,” you added after telling him your name. “Got any nicknames available?”

He laughed and scrunched his nose up as he looked at you, “I play hockey actually so I’ve got lots of things for you to chose from if you want.”

You grabbed the flavored vodka and the grape soda per his recommendations and poured them into your cup. You tried it and nodded softly. It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as you had imagined it would be. You grabbed the edge of the counter and hauled yourself up, letting your feet dangle against the cabinets.

“Hit me with ‘em and I’ll pick the best one you should exclusively use from here on out,” you said confidently, not sure if that confidence was you or the alcohol talking. 

“Pretty sure one nickname picked out by a girl is going to get me chirped to no end,” Pierre-Luc sighed, but it was playful. His free hand rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, giving you a glimpse of the tattoos on the underside of his arm. 

“But I’m a hot girl,” you took a sip of your drink as he raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk forming on his face. “Oh don’t even. You’ve stared at my boobs at least six times since I met you three minutes ago. You’re averaging at least two looks a minute.”

A wide smile broke out across his face as he raised his hands in the air, feigning innocence. You took a sip of your drink as you watched him, as clearly as he could manage, rake his eyes up and down your body, pausing as various points that particularly interested him. You were relishing in the attention and he certainly didn’t mind giving it.

“Guilty as charged,” he said, his smile shifting from humorous to cocky. “So, I think you were about to judge the shit out of my name some more?”

It would have made for a fun night if not for someone running into the kitchen as soon as he finished his sentence. 

“Hey, you’re came here with that Kelsey right?” the guy said, pointing at you. “Because she just threw up like, everywhere in the bathroom and-”

“And gotta go handle that,” you mumbled, sliding off the counter begrudgingly. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you around?”

It came out more like a question than you’d meant it to, and Pierre-Luc nodded as he stepped aside and cleared the way for you. 

“Yeah, no, definitely. I’ll see you around.” 

February

Pierre-Luc had been easy to find on Instagram after the party. It was nice to confirm that your drunk mind was not remembering him hotter than he was, but you didn’t want to make the first move so you stopped yourself short of hitting the follow button on his page. If he wanted to talk to you, he’d come to you, you decided. However, that was almost four weeks ago. It was February now and you let it go, chalking it another temporary drunk connection and moving on. This is until you agreed to go ice skating a the local outdoor rink with Kelsey and a few other friends. He was already there when you arrived. 

Everyone exchanged pleasantries and names. Kelsey was introducing you to the people you didn’t know yet, but you barely remembered anyone because you were anxious to talk to Pierre-Luc again. You tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. He spun around to face you. A soft smile pulled up the corners of his mouth when he saw you and you instantly realized you hadn’t practicing saying anything beyond hello. 

“Hey.”

Well, now you were flying unplanned and anxious, a dangerous combination that put the threat level of saying something that was way too much extremely high. 

“Hi there,” he replied, his smile growing as he spoke. “How are you?”

Thank god he’d apparently thought at least one step further than you because it gave you something to respond to and something to ask him in return. He answered that he was busy since it was hockey season and all. 

“And yet, you’re here to skate on your day off?” you asked him. 

He shrugged and laughed a little, “Can’t get away from it, I guess. I don’t mind. I love skating.” 

“Might have to hit you up for a few pointers because I’m definitely super rusty and let’s be honest, there really isn’t much skill under the rust,” you joked with him.

“I can help,” Pierre-Luc cut in instantly, just a tad too eagerly, so he tried to smooth it over with a classic, “I mean, if you want me to.” 

“I need all the help I can get,” you huffed as you sat down on the bench to start lacing up your skates. 

You struggled to tighten the laces, giving them a pull with all your might as Pierre-Luc laced up both of his skates with practiced ease. You watched him tie off his second skate before you’d managed to get halfway through your first. Whatever he was doing was not at all applicable to you.

“That’s definitely half of your problem right there,” he teased you as he sat down next to you. “Your skates are way too loose.” 

“Well, strong hockey man, then fix it,” you sighed, letting the laces fall from your hands. 

“Not sure we’re gonna stick with that nickname,” he laughed. 

He stood up only to kneel down in front of you. Your mind practically ran to the imagine of his head between your legs for something else and you had to shove the thought aside as he picked up the laces to properly tie your skates. Where you struggled, he had no issues at all. Did you pretend your left skate was looser than your right after he asked you if it did? Yes. Was the left skate looser? You didn’t even have enough experience to really answer the question, but you really liked watching his muscles tense as he pulled the laces tighter. 

“Thanks, Luc,” you said as he stood up, finally satisfied with his workmanship.

“We’re going with Luc, eh? Pretty bland nickname choice.” He offered you his hand to help pull you to your feet. “You gonna be able to walk to the rink there, shaky?” 

“Sometimes the most obvious choice is the best choice,” you replied, “and yes, I’m fine. Thanks for your abundant concern.” 

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel Luc’s hand hovering near the small of your back in case you did fall even though you were sure you wouldn’t. You stepped out on the ice, your feet sliding a bit out from under you with the transition, but you managed to stay on your feet. You heard Luc slide onto the ice after you. He pivoted until he was in front of you, skating backwards in order to get face to face with you. You weren’t exactly looking at him though. Your eyes were trained on your skates.

“If you cut me off, I will fall over,” you warned him. You were entirely too focused on staying upright to pay much attention to him. “I learned how to go forward and sort of turn. Stopping was never in my skill set.”

“Sounds like you need a lesson from a master,” Luc joked, earning a glare from you. “Come on. It’s not that hard. I’ll show you. Trust me?”

March

“Jesus,” you muttered to yourself as some of your beer spilled on your hand. Luc had slammed some guy from the other team into the boards in front of you. “Are hockey games always this violent?”

“Have you really never been to a game before this?” Kelsey asked. “Well, free tickets right against the glass from your hot hockey player boyfriend is a hell of a way to be introduced to a live hockey game.

You shook your now beer-covered hand off and scrunched your nose up at Kelsey before telling her, “He’s not my boyfriend and you know that. We just talk.”

“Oh come on, the way he looks at you!” 

She practically shouted that sentence. One of her biggest flaws as a friend after her inability to keep down more than four drinks was that she could not control the volume of her voice under any circumstance. At least this time, the venue meant she wasn’t entirely too loud for the crowd.

“You know he’s not, Kels,” you told her after taking a sip of your beer. “I don’t even know if he would want that. Literally all we do is talk and Snapchat.”

“Shirtless snaps post-practice?” she asked you, a hopeful look in her eyes. You shook your head, so she tried again, “Lots of red heart and or red heart eyes emojis?” 

“Kels, stop,” you laughed. “I think it was just a thing at the party when we were drunk. It’s fine. Not everything has to be a thing. We can just be friends. I’m good with that.”

“Whatever.”

She waved you off, but at least the conversation was over. You weren’t trying to get your hopes up with Luc. You saw the way every girl in every room he went into looked at him and he was a really great guy to top it all off, but you’d been in this sort of situation before. You knew better than to try to wear your heart on your sleeve here. 

That didn’t stop your heart from pounding in your chest when you saw him post-game. The Blue Jackets had won 4-3, so Luc’s smile was on full display as he found you after the post-game interviews. His suit fit him so well, darting in perfectly at his waist, making him look impossibly broader somehow. The first few buttons on his white dress shirt were undone and his tie was loosely hanging around his neck.

Kelsey had gotten in your head. Now the only thing you could think about as you looked at him was how badly you wanted to grab the collar of his shirt and pull his mouth down to meet yours. 

“Ready to head out?” he asked you. He motioned down the hallway and you followed his lead, heading towards the blue double doors ahead. “I believe you promised me that I could pick the movie tonight if we won?” 

“A promise is a promise,” you sighed, “even though you’re going to pick something god awful.”

He smiled wider at you before asking, “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Yeah, actually. I had a great time. Kelsey ditched five minutes before the end. That guy she met at the bar last weekend wanted to grab drinks or something. i try not to ask too many questions I don’t want to know the answers to,” you told him. “Thanks for inviting me, Luc.”

“Thanks for coming,” he replied as you stepped through the doors and into the cool air on your way to his car. 

It was cold for March. Not all that cold for Columbus in March, but cold for most people’s definition of March. You still had your coat on, but thankfully it wasn’t quite gloves and hat and scarf weather anymore. You could see Luc’s breath faintly as you walked toward his car, but at least he world wasn’t quite as frosty as it had been last month on the outdoor rink with him. Something told you that your feelings for him were soon going to be inevitable, but for now his friendship was what you needed.

April

Luc’s empty beer glass slammed down on the bar next to you. He’d emptied it faster than you thought he even could.

“Fuck, I hate losing,” he hissed through his teeth. “Fucking game seven.”

You almost opened your mouth to say that at least they’d made it to the playoffs unlike sixteen other teams, but the first round exit was clearly hitting him hard. Instead, you made eye contact with the bartender, bringing him over towards you and Luc. Luckily, this particular bartender had been eyeing you since you walked in and it was definitely possible you were using it to get faster service. At least you were tipping him well.

“Yeah, can you just keep those coming for my friend here?” you asked nicely, putting on your best smile for him as you patted Luc on the back.

“Sure,” he said, smiling back you brightly. “And what would you like next?”

“Can I try the new sour you guys just made?” you asked, still keeping that smile dialed up as he poured Luc’s next beer and then handed it to him.

“Of course. I’ll be right back with that.”

The bartender slid past you a few moments layer, dropping your drink off with a thousand-watt smile, before moving on to the next customer. Luc looked at you with a soft smirk on his face and a slightly judgmental look in his eyes. He shook his head at you and clicked his tongue at you a few times as he brought his fresh beer to his lips for a few massive gulps from the glass.

“That’s not nice what you’d doing to that man,” he told you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You took a sip of your drink to try and hide the shameful look on your face. “Just drink your beer and be happy.”

Luc laughed, the first time you’d heard a genuine laugh since the loss the other night before telling you, “It’s really not fair when you do that since you have zero intention of giving him your number.”

“You don’t know how I feel,” you retorted, even though Luc was correct.

“Oh, please. I know I’m right.” Luc set down his beer as he leaned in close to you. “He’s not your type.”

“And how do you know what my type is?”

You cocked a brow at him as you took a sip of your drink. Luc nodded softly as one of his large hands fidgeted with his glass. His cheeks, forever your indicator of his nerves, turned a light shade of pink.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m your type.” His voice was steady and strong but, his hand was sliding against the slick glass between his palms and his cheeks were pink verging on red. “Something at the party was telling me if Kelsey hadn’t puked everywhere maybe the night might have ended differently?”

It was a question, but he already knew the answer to it. You tilted your head to the side though, deciding to play along.

“What do you mean, Luc?”

Your voice was soft and just a little curious, trying to force him into telling you exactly what he meant by that. Your heart was pounding as all you could think was maybe he was feeling what you had started to feel. Luc’s eyes turned to you. He was studying your face, trying to find some sign of what you were feeling. His eyes landed on your lips and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Fuck it.”

Luc leaned in quickly and you titled you head up so he could kiss you easily. He smiled down at you as one of his hands cupped one side of your face. He knew you wanted this too. His lips were inches from yours now and you could only smell his cologne and hear your heart beating in your ears as you were being enveloped by him.

“PL!”

Someone shouting made him yank away from you before his lips could meet yours. He dropped his hand from your face and his jaw tensed as he turned to look at Jonesy who you discovered was the culprit who ruined this moment

“Oh shit,” Jonesy said between closed teeth. “Uh, my bad, man. But Boone is super fucked up and I need some help getting him home and you’re the only one still here.”

Luc sighed and ran a hand over his face as he pull himself back to reality. He knocked back the last dregs of beer in this glass before he leaned back and grabbed his wallet out of his pocket. He thumbed through until he pulled out cash and handed it to you.

“Can you close my tab? Also, can you text me when you and Kelsey get home safe?” He dropped some cash on the bar next to you. “That should cover my tab and yours and a ride home.

Normally, you would’ve pushed the cash back into his hands, but the look in his eyes was telling you should take it because he wasn’t going to take no for an answer tonight.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem.”

Luc slid off the stool to his feet and went to head in Jonesy’s direction. He paused and turned on his heels to come back to you.

“Would you like go out with me sometime? Like a real date?”

May

“I did not think I’d be as bad at this as I am,” you sighed as you tried again to putt the ball into the hole on the course. 

Luc managed to get two under par on the same hole and you were about ready to throw your stick in the pond with frustration. You didn’t know you could be as bad at something as you apparently were at mini golf.

“Relax,” Luc’s large hands gripped your shoulders, applying pressure in an effort to make you calm down that only made you more tense. “Maybe this just isn’t your thing?”

“It’s very clear this isn’t my thing, Luc,” you informed him as you hit your club against the toe of your sneaker. “I hate things I’m not good at.” 

“Oh, competitive are we?” He took the first stroke on this hole, getting dangerously close to a hole-in-one and you knew you were about to, like every other hole, get absolutely destroyed. The score card had been accidentally dropped into the pong by hole seven and you clearly didn’t know how it happened. “Too bad I’m more competitive than you.” 

“Did you just try to start an argument over which one of us was more competitive?” You tried to verbally snipe back at him as you hit the ball, but you nearly hit it clean out the source and settle for losing this round entirely. “Must be a low moment for you to have to brag about being more competitive than a girl half your size while playing mini golf.” 

He reached for you, one of his large hands finding one of your hips and pulling you into him. You felt so comfortable against his chest that he reminded you of a certain feeling you couldn’t quite place, kind of like being at home. Luc kissed the top of your head, bring you back to reality. 

“You missed,” you told him as you looked up at him, meeting his soft eyes with yours.

He gave you a confused look before it was replaced with a look of understanding and he verbally added, “Oh, I owe you from the bar a few weeks ago. I see.” 

“You were about to do something, I think anyway, and then you had. totake Boone home and then you shipped your own ass off to Quebec,” you fake whined, pressing your palms against his chest, which somehow felt better under your hands than you could have imagined. 

“Hey, hey, I apologize,” he smiled down at you, “and I came back for you, right? That’s gotta count for something. Even if I’m destroying you at mini golf.”

“Couldn’t have just taken me to dinner?” you joked, your smile coating each word you spoke with a playful edge. 

“Too boring for a girl this far out of my league,” Luc replied. He reached a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear, letting the strands tangle in his fingers before he spoke again, “I’m going to try and kiss you again now, just so you’re aware. And no one is going to interrupt me this time.” 

The entire world disappeared the moment his lips found yours for the first time. This moment was created and inhabited solely by the two of you. No one else could break in even if they tried. His mouth moved against yours and you felt like you were on fire. Everywhere his hands ghosted over felt like he lit it ablaze, leaving a trail of need and destruction in his wake. You were putty in his hands and he loved it so much. You wanted him and he was more than happy to meet you in the middle on a surprising cool May afternoon on a mini golf course just outside of Columbus, Ohio. You never thought that’s where the rest of your life would begin, but you couldn’t deny that it had. 

June

How Luc already had sunburn tingeing the tops of his ears and the tip of his nose less than twenty minutes into being outside was beyond your understanding and you had to tease him for being one of the palest people you’d ever seen. Maybe asking him to come the an outdoor arts festival and not bringing sunscreen for him was a mistake.

“How?” you asked, gesturing to his nose.

“This is me,” he smiled at you. “Take me or leave me, sunburn and all.”

“I think I’ll keep you?”

You said it like a question, but a smile broke out across your face before you’d even finished your sentence. A matching one formed on Luc’s face and he reached for you. His large hands set on your waist, pulling you into him as his mouth captured yours.

“Hey, get a room!”

You weren’t sure which one of his teammates shouted it at you, but neither of your cared. Luc smiled against your lips and you couldn’t help but smile back, ruining the kiss but not the moment.

“Why do we go places with them?” you fake whined a little, your hands pressing softly on his chest as your spoke.

“Because they don’t get out without us,” Luc muttered softly to you. “It’s charity.”

You leaned your head back and laughed. Luc’s hands moved to the small of your back, his long fingers lacing together to support you as his laughter joined yours. You leaned forward again so your eyes could meet his.

“We should probably catch up to them,” Luc told you before his lips found yours again. “They’ll wander into some booth and a little old lady is going to convince them to buy all of her arts and crafts or something.”

Luc knew he teammates well because that’s exactly the situation you found the other boys in. This particular little old lady was apparently into making three-dimensional crotched cats. She was showing Zach a particular one she’d made that apparently resembled her calico cat she had as a small child and how she only offered it to customers who reminded her of her long lost childhood love. You took a deep breath and headed into the booth to begin a very painful rescue mission.

You didn’t realize until you managed to escape, after buying eight of her creations, that Luc had disappeared. You grabbed your phone out of your purse to see if he’d texted you where he’d gone.

“Hey, did you see where PL went?” you asked Jonesy. He took a sip of his wine slushee he’d picked up half a block ago that was already mostly empty and shook his head no. You turned toward Josh and raised an eyebrow. “Josh?”

“Nope. He’s your responsibility anyway,” Josh replied.

You looked around on your tip-toes, trying to see if you could spot his tall frame anywhere, but you were definitely too short for the task at hand. You let out a frustrated sigh and rocked back on your heels. Seconds later, a strong arm wrapped around your mid-section, pulling you into a familiar broad chest.

“Hey,” Luc whisper in your ear. “Sorry, I thought I’d be back before you managed to break them out of jail.”

“I work fast,” you replied as you rubbed along his muscled forearm currently positioned across your stomach.

You heard something  rustling behind you and Luc’s other arm wrapped around you to present you with why he’d gone missing.

“Flowers!” you practically squealed, drawing a soft laugh from Luc and some chuckles from the other boys as you grabbed the flowers with both hands and pulled them into your chest. “Thank you.”

“Hey, hey.” Luc’s hands grabbed your hips and tugged, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t even let me finish before you took them so I hope your answer is yes or I’m going to have to take those back.”

You gripped the flowers protectively against your chest carefully so you didn’t crush any of the delicate petals. No guy you were seeing had ever actually bought you flowers before and Luc had remembered you telling him that on your first date, trying to figure out the right moment to fulfill your fantasy.

“Mine,” you pouted, trying to look as cute as possible so he felt bad about threatening to take them away. “What’s the question?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

He bit the side of his lip, a smile pulling up the corners of his mouth, as he waiting for your answer. It was one of the easiest yeses of your life.

July

“Cannonball!”

You weren’t sure who had jumped into the pool, just that they’d created a big enough splash that had caused water to spray up on you and Luc. Luc’s arms were wrapped around your bare stomach. His hands had been on you the entire afternoon so far and he was showing no signs of stopping soon. Some girl nearby was freaking out about how her swimsuit had gotten wet from the splash as apparently it wasn’t designed to actually get wet.

“Thank god I’ve got you,” Luc mumbled in your ear, one arm lifting off you to bring his beer to his mouth for a quick swig. “Who the hell buys a swimsuit that can’t get wet and wears it to a pool party?”

You threw your head back against his shoulder as you laughed, the drink he’d mixed for you sloshing in your cup at your movements. Luc kissed the side of your head and gave your stomach a little squeeze.

“God, you two are so cute it’s disgusting,” Jonesy told you.

“You wish you had this hot-”

Water splashing on the two of you again cut Luc off before he could finish his drunk, loose lipped sentence. You squealed a little since this splash had pretty much soaked you both.

“Wanna go inside and dry off?” Luc whispered in your ear.

You smiled, your tongue darting between your teeth as he chuckled in your ear. You quickly started to dowm the rest of your drink, nodding in response to him as you drank. You barely had a chance to finish before Luc was grabbing one of your hands and pulling you towards the house. He was trying to be subtle about it and sneak away, but he was 6’3” and still incredibly pale despite summer being in full swing, so you know several people took notice. Neither of you cared.

Luc found an empty guest bedroom and pulled you in quickly, his eagerness guiding his movements. He shut the door by pushing you up against it as his mouth met yours. Your hands grabbed at his broad shoulders as his mouth pressed hungrily against yours. He grabbed right onto your waist and lifted you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist for support as his tongue worked against yours.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good,” Luc mumbled as he moved from your mouth to your neck.

You let yourself drop just a little deeper into his arms so you could find the friction you both desperately wanted. Your core ground against the hardness in his shorts and he groaned against your skin.

“Shit,” he breathed out against your skin. “Trying to kill me already?”

“We do not have time for your slow and steady teasing shit right now,” you replied breathless as one of his hands slowly started tugging at the tie of your bikini top around the back of your neck.

“You’re normally,” he took the edge of one of the cups of your bikini top in between his teeth and pulled it aside to reveal your hard nipple, “much more into it.”

His mouth was on your stiff nipple before you could respond and a moan left your open mouth instead of the words you tried to say.

“Fuck, Luc,” you said breathlessly. “Stop fucking around and fuck me already.”

August

You were fiddling with the strap of your purse across your lap. Your right foot was tapping nervously against the floorboard of Luc’s car. 

“What if they don’t like me?” you finally asked him. He’d been trying to get you to tell him how you felt the entire drive over to his parents’ house outside of Montreal. “I mean, I know you’re gonna tell me they will-”

“Because they will,” he cut in. “I know they will.” 

“But,” you continued firmly, “what if they don’t?”

“Baby, I promise you that they’re going to love you.” Luc reached across the console and grabbed on to your hands folded around your purse strap. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this, okay? You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’ve told them all about you and they are really excited to meet this girl who has completely swept me off my feet.”

You smiled with closed lips at his words. Your nerves were still more prominent than any comfort he tried to offer you. You let out a long breath as you tried to pull yourself together a bit. Luc had been itching to get you up to Montreal since the summer started so you could meet his family before the first game of the season and with camp on the horizon next month, August was the only time that made sense. However, two months of preparation was nowhere near long enough to calm your nerves, but you weren’t sure if there was an amount that would have gotten the job done. 

“It’s just,” you sighed again, “I know how important they are to you and if I fuck this up, what’s going to happen?” 

“You’re pretty much physically incapable of fucking this up,” Luc laughed, giving you a sweet smile. “Look, if they don’t like you, you can punch me in the face for lying to you, okay?” 

You shook your head and tried to fight the wide smile he was pulling from you, but you couldn’t. Luc leaned in and placed a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Alright, get out of the car while you’re still smiling,” he ordered you. “Let’s go.” 

Four hours later as you sat back in Luc’s passenger seat on the way back to his apartment, you couldn’t remember why you’d been so nervous in the first place. His dad had decided you were good five minutes in and within the first hour, he’d moved you up to great status. His mom was harder to read, but you knew you’d cracked her when Luc prompted a conversation about baking and she took an interest in your family apple pie recipe which involved not one but two kinds of liquor in it. 

“You know they love you, right?” Luc told you. “They made sure to tell me when you went to the bathroom.”

You smiled and reached over to pat his knee. You weren’t going to tell him you’d heard every word his parents had said to him. 

“Luc, she’s great,” his mom had said to him. “Really, she’s welcome here anytime. She’s wonderful.”

“Looks like you learned a think or two from me about getting a women very far out of your league to date you,” his dad had joked.

“And she was worried you guys wouldn’t like her,” Luc laughed to them. 

“We could never dislike someone who made you this happy,” his mom replied. 

“She really does,” Luc sighed. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke about you. “She’s just, she’s everything, you know? Including so many things I didn’t realize I wanted. She’s beyond anything I’d ever thought about. I’ve just never met someone that makes me want to be a better person that she does and that’s way too much information. Mom, are you crying?” 

“You just, god, you’re so grown up. Look at you!”

When the moment shifted, you had  headed back to the bathroom just to give them a little more time. Luc’s voice when he spoke about you was on a loop in your head and it played like a broken record the entire car ride back to his apartment. He was so genuinely happy when he talked about you. It was the kind of joy that infected the people around you, pulling them in even though they didn’t quite understand it. Your mom had told you that you sounded the same way the first time you told her about him. You let your mind linger on what they could mean as you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms that night. You couldn’t quite figure it out, but you knew it meant he was important to you and you were important to him.

September 

The stress of camp and the approaching season had made you both crack at the same time on a cool September evening. You’d both said things you didn’t mean, hurling words designed specifically to hit each other’s weak spots. You’d walked out after a particularly sensitive verbal jab from him and he didn’t come after you, two major issues stacked together. He’d picked you up after you finished work today, so you didn’t have your car, a series of events you were currently regretting as you wandered aimlessly around his neighborhood. You’d passed the point of clearing your head and now you were just painfully aware of the fact that you left your jacket on Luc’s couch and it was colder than you’d thought it was.

You pulled out your phone and opened up Uber. Unfortunately, the nearest ride to you was over fifteen minutes away. Stupid Thursdays in the middle of the night in Columbus. You kicked a nearby rock with the toe of your sneaker as you sighed. Naturally, you had to fuck you the best thing in your life. It’s what you’d always done. 

“Oh thank fucking god.”

You looked up in time to see Luc running up to you, arms outstretched. He wrapped you up in his arms and you stiffened. He pressed his face into your hair to envelop you in him, ignoring how you were unsure what to do in the moment.

“Fuck, you just left. I was so worried,” he mumbled into your hair. 

You hadn’t even thought through your anger enough to realize that going out in the middle of the night by yourself might not have been the smartest idea. You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“I know I was a shit head, but please promise me you won’t just walk out like that again.” Concern coating each word as it left his lips. “I was so fucking worried. I’m so fucking sorry, baby girl.” 

"I’m sorry, Luc,” you mumbled against his chest. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered back. “We’re both just stressed right now and I know I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me taking the stress of the season coming out on you.”

“No, no.” You pulled back from him a bit so he could hear you clearly and you continued, “It’s okay to be stressed about the season starting. I took my stress about it out on you. I just, this sounds so stupid, I know, but I just worry that when we can’t spend as much time together that you’re not going to like me as much and something is going to happen because we won’t be together as much and I just really, really, really don’t want that to happen.” 

You knew you were rambling, letting your nervousness come out all at once. You were losing track of what was actually coming out of your mouth and what was just flying through your head at this point. You noticed Luc’s brows furrow as he listened to you. He was shaking his head softly from left to right as you spoke. He must have had enough of listening to your rambling nonsense because his lips crashed into yours as his hands cupped your face in an attempt to get you to focus your energy somewhere else. 

He pulled back from you an inch, “That,” then brought his lips back to your briefly, “is,” kiss, “not,” another kiss, “going,” another, “to,” again, “happen.” He kept his mouth on yours this time, his tongue sliding against yours for a few moments before he pulled back again. “What else could I possibly want when what I’ve already got is so much better than I ever imagined anyone could be?” 

You pushed him back against a nearby fence as you crushed your lips to his. Your mouth moved against his as his hands grabbed any part of you he could, moving from your face to your waist, grabbing your ass briefly, palming your breasts, anywhere he could think to touch. 

“We should go home,” you breathed out as he moved his mouth to your neck. 

“Oh yeah? Taking me home now, are you?” he mumbled against the sensitive skin of your neck.

His words with dripping in innuendo. Normally, you would’ve rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away jokingly, but there was a look in his eyes when they met yours again that went straight to your core and made your skin feel like it was on fire. So, you let him take you home. 

October 

"Luc!” you screamed. Your hands flew to his hair to try and get some stability as he started to lose his balance. “Luc!”

“I’m going to drop you if you don’t stop fucking wiggling,” he told you.

You glared down at him, not that he could see from your position on his shoulders. You squeezed your thighs in a little, applying gentle pressure on his neck to showcase your displeasure at how difficult he was making this process. 

“Choking is my job and not where there’s all these little kids around,” Luc sang softly at you. “Did you get it yet?”

You stretched your arm out as far as you could and still needed to lean forward just a tad to get your hand to rap around the perfect apple you’d spotted from the ground. 

“I got it!” you told him excitedly. 

Luc laughed at your excitement. It was just an apple, but it was an apple that could’ve sat proudly on a kindergarten teacher’s desk and now it was your apple. He gently sank to his knees so you could get off his shoulder without causing too much risk of injury to either of you. It was a pretty high fall from his shoulders after all.

“You’re so useful.” You pat Luc’s cheek as a thank you with your eyes never leaving your apple. 

“I feel like I’ve been replaced by a goddamn apple,” he said, annoyance permeating his voice. One of his heavy arms slung around your shoulders to pull you into his side. You sort of fell into him since there were already so many apples littering the ground of the orchard that you tripped a little, but he easily supported you. “Do you want to put your apple in the bucket or are you going to hold it the entire time?” 

You glared up at him, drawing a laugh from him. You knew he thought you were too cute to ever succeed at looking threatening. You still maintained your glare as you gently placed the apple in the bucket with all of the others you’d already grabbed. Having a tall man to go apple picking with was giving you far more apple options than you normally had. 

“These apples are indirectly for your mother, so consider the effort for your mother rather than for me,” you told him. 

She was coming to town to watch the game this weekend and Luc had a day off prior to her arrival, so you decided that getting some fresh apples and making her your family apple pie recipe would be a nice gesture since she was so interested when you visited her back in August. 

“You know she’d still like you even if you didn’t bake this pie and you’d just let me have my way with you all day.” Luc had whispered the last part in your ear, being careful that all of the children running through the orchard didn’t hear that. 

You rolled your eyes at him, but let him pull you into his chest more as he kissed the top of your head.

“Um, excuse me, mister?” 

You and Luke both turned to see a young girl, maybe five or six, standing a few feet away from you. Her mom was right behind her, watching the interaction carefully. Luc took his arm from around you so he could sink down, getting as close to eye level with her as he could. 

“Hi,” he smiled softly at her. “My name’s Pierre-Luc. What’s your name?”

“Annie,” she said, a bright, toothy smile breaking out across her face. “You’re really tall, Mister Luc. Could you help me get an apple?”

“You know, I actually just did that for my girlfriend,” he informed her, gesturing to you as he spoke. “I think I got one more lift in me though, if that’s okay with your mom.” He looked over to the girl’s mom, who enthusiastically nodded at him.

“Honey, can you show the nice boy which apple you want?” 

She pushed the little girl towards Luc and she immediately grabbed one of his hands and took off running, pulling him with her down the orchard. Her mom came to stand next to you as they came to a stop shortly, just a few trees over from where they started.

“Seems like you’ve got yourself a good one there,” the mom said softly to you. “I don’t know any guy close to his age that good with kids.”

You watched as Luc carefully placed his hands on his waist and lifted her up towards the apple of her dreams and you couldn’t help but smile. You’d seen him with the Savard children before and how good he was with them, but this one felt a little more real, a little more like this was something you could see in your future. 

“He’s a good egg,” you told the mom. “I’m really lucky.” 

“He’s cute too,” she said with a playful nudge of your arm. “Don’t let that one get away from you.” 

“Mommy! Mommy!” little Annie screamed as she ran back to her mom, a bright red apple in her hands. “Look what I got!”

“You did? Look at that beauty!” she replied.

“Thank you so much,” she told Luc. “You absolutely made her day. Thank you again.” 

“It’s no problem at all,” Luc assured her. “If she finds another one you can’t reach, come find me and I’m happy to help.”

You were pretty sure the mother thanked him at least seven more times before they headed off into a deeper part of the orchard. You looked over at Luc with a wide smile on your face and shook your head softly. 

“What?” he asked you as he titled his head to the side as he tried to figure out how you were feeling. 

“Just debating if you’re a Disney prince or something in your spare time is all,” you replied. 

He blushed in response and smiling impossibly wider and you were a goner. Relationship were always terrifying to you, having to put that much of yourself into someone and trust they’ll treat like like you deserve to be treated. The potential directions relationships could go were vast like the ocean. You’d typically gone out to sea in the past with looming storm and had never stayed to far from the shore. With Luc, you’d slowly paddled out to sea, trusting a storm wouldn’t come and overturn your boat. Now, you were in so deep you couldn’t see shore anywhere around you anymore and for some reason, it didn’t scare you in the slightest.

November 

“Baby, can you pass me the salt, please?” Luc asked you, hand outstretched toward you.

“Salt!” you shouted as you put it in his outstretched hand.

“Thank you. The pepper too?” he asked. You knew the ask was coming, so you were already prepared and slapped it into his waiting hand. 

“You two are so precious.” 

You hadn’t realized your mom had entered the kitchen until she spoke, making you and Luc jump a little. Luc had just enough time off right round Thanksgiving and your family was close enough to Columbus that you were able to make the day trip to spend it with them. Your mom had insisted you bring Luc along. She said she was going to make your good Canadian boy “American fat” for his first American family Thanksgiving. You knew better so by the transitive property Luc knew better than to try and resist your mom’s will, so you were both in the kitchen early on Thanksgiving morning helping make dinner. 

“Uh, thanks, mom,” you told her. 

Your eyes locked with Luc’s before you returned to chopping the celery for the stuffing you were making. He gave you a sweet smile before going back to stirring his pot. Your mom, the forever hoverer, headed over to observe Luc’s cooking, meaning she grabbed a spoon on her way there to taste his work in progress. When you’d first told her about him, you mentioned he knew how to cook and she didn’t believe a guy that young, that attractive, who plays that heteronormative-enforcing of a sport could cook. Based on her expression when she tasted the gravy, she realized how wrong she’d been. 

“Oh my god, that’s incredible, sweetie,” she told him, a look of pure shock still present on her face. 

“Thank you,” he replied as his cheeks tinging with pink in mild embarrassment.

Your mom patted him on the shoulder and threw her spoon in the dishwasher, knowing you’d get on her case if she’d come in and just left something for you to clean later, before she headed back into the living room where the football game was on. 

“Thanks for coming.” You were pretty sure you’d said it to Luc at least a hundred times since you drove down last night. You couldn’t express how much it meant for him to take some of the very little rest time he had during the season and spend it with your family, one of the least restful things you could think of. “I mean it, PL. I really appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me,” he told you, his eyes never leaving the recipe book in his hands. “You know I’ll do anything for you because I lo- really care about you.” 

You paused for a second and your breath caught in your chest. Had he almost just told you he loved you? Did you feel the same way? Did you just hear what you wanted to hear? Did you even want to hear him say that to you? 

You shoved the thoughts aside, deciding that rambling thought process was better saved for another time, and walked over to him. He must have heard your feet as you shuffled over to him because his arm closest to you was already up and outstretched and he’d shifted to holding the recipe book with one hand. You accepted the invitation and wrapped both of your arms around his waist, sighed contently when you were pressed against his warm body.

“I really care about you too, Luc,” you told him, “and I really appreciate you coming with me. Can’t thank you enough for coming.” 

“If you thank me one more time, I’m going to return a Christmas gift,” Luc sang softly to you, his eyes transfixed on the recipe. “Do you think it matters if I- oh fuck it, I’m just gonna throw it all in and see what happens.” 

December 

“Okay, you have to do this.” Luc threw the icing bag down on the kitchen table causing white icing to squirt everywhere. You were grateful you’d picked up a cheap table cloth just to do this like your mom always had. “My hands are too big for this.” 

You laughed and grabbed the gummy wreath and the icing bag from in front of him. You carefully coated the back in icing and put a little extra on the door of your gingerbread house to make sure it would stick before placing it gently on the door. 

“See, big man hands can’t do that,” Luc told you knowingly, making you laugh. 

“Think you can handle putting the Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the roof like shingles?” you asked him, offering up the box of cereal in his direction. 

“You are a creative genius with gingerbread, you know.” Luc took the cereal box from you. “You should quit your day job and become a gingerbread house designer.” 

“Are you going to financially support me in the off-season? Seems like a very seasonal job without a ton of revenue opportunities,” you popped a candy Christmas light in your mouth, “but a lot of free goodies seem to be included.” 

“Of course,” Luc replied without missing a beat. 

His concentration was mostly on gently placing each individual cereal piece on the roof in careful, slightly overlapping lines to create a decorative roof. His tongue poked out between his teeth as he lined up a piece right on the edge of the roof and you snorted a little at the sight. 

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m trying to support your vision here,” Luc told you in a jokingly serious tone. 

“Your support is incredibly valuable to me.” You rolled an icing covered ice cream cone in green sprinkles to create a green tree for by the front door of the house before continuing, “This project wouldn’t be where it is without your endless support.” 

“Mm,” was all he could say as he was back to the opposite edge of the roof again.

He cursed under his breath as his phone started to ring on the counter. He was covering in royal icing of various shades and sprinkles. 

“Baby, could you get that? It’s probably my mom,” Luc asked you. 

You got up and grabbed his phone off the counter. He was right. It was his mom. They’d just gotten to the airport they were connecting through to get to Columbus and just wanted to give Luc an update. You relayed the message and told her you were looking forward to dinner later with them, but you have an important construction project you needed to finish first so she wouldn’t launch into a conversation the length of their layover. 

“She’s mad she doesn’t get you Christmas,” Luc told you as you sat back down. “My mom,” he added when he saw your confused face before elaborating further, “She understands why, but she says you’re part of the family, so she’s mad you’re not actually going to be here for Christmas.” 

“My mom feels the same way,” you replied. “Not sure it’s you or your cooking she’s really missing though. Maybe next year we’ll bring everyone together here in Columbus? We’re going to need a bigger place though if we’re going to host that many people.”

“We’re going to need a bigger place for next year, eh?”

Luc emphasized the words “we” and “next year.” You hadn’t even realized you’d said that and now you realized that you’d suggested you were going to be together a year from now and that you would be okay with your parents meeting his at that point. You just jumped from casual banter to an incredibly serious future conversation.

“Well, I just- I don’t know. Forget it,” was all you could come up with as a response and you started fidgeting with the container of sprinkles in front of you as a distraction. 

“I’d love all of that.”

You turned your head to face him, your eyes searching his face for any sign of discomfort at the idea his part. All you could see was him looking at you the way he always had, since the first day you met him almost a year ago now. 

“I want you out of your shitty ass apartment with Kelsey. I want to see you on Christmas next year. I want to watch our dads try and interact.” You both laughed at that thought and then Luc continued, “I want you here with me all the time because I love you.” 

Your mind had been racing last month when he’d almost said those words, not sure exactly how you felt. In this moment where the words had actually come out, a wave of calm came over you. This didn’t scare you at all like you had thought it would. This feeling had been building since the first time you met him and you hadn’t been able to place it until he said those words out loud for the first time. You knew you loved him. 

“I love you too, Luc.” 

[nothingbutimagines]

Elizabeths (Chapter I)

Pairing: Bad boy!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing, death, mentions of suicide

Summary: Y/n is part of her high school’s most powerful and most popular clique, but she disapproves of the other girls’ behavior. When Y/n meets the new boy in school, Peter Parker, and begins dating him, what she has known to be her clique begins to unravel. Starting with the death of the clique leader, Liz Allan, one by one, people Y/n doesn’t like begin to die by her and Peter’s hands. Soon, she realizes that Peter is killing students he hates and begins to try to foil his plans, all while clashing with the new clique leader, Elizabeth “Betty” Brant.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is a Peter Parker AU I thought of doing. It’s a Heathers AU!!! This is going to follow a similar plot to Heathers, but of course, I won’t keep everything the exact same. Here, we meet our protaganist, Y/n, and our love interest, JD Peter.

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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Dear Diary, 

Today, Liz told me she teaches people about “real life”. 

She said, “Real life sucks losers dry. If you wanna fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn to fly.” 

I asked, “So you teach people how to fly?” 

She said, yes. 

I said, “You’re beautiful.”

“Y/n,” a voice pulled you away from your writing as they kicked your side. 

You pulled your glasses off and looked up at the owner of the yellow skirt and white tights that kicked you. 

“What the fuck, Lizzie?” You snapped, pushing Lizzie Jones’ foot away from you. 

“Sorry, Y/n. Liz needs you in the commons. She said it’s urgent. Back me up, Betty.” 

“Yeah, Y/n, Liz said you have to hit the commons pronto.” Betty stammered, her arms tight around her books.

“Fine. I’m coming.” You rose from your spot on the stairs and followed the other girls. “Do you know what it’s about?”

Lizzie looked back at you. “How the hell am I supposed to know? She just said to get you.”

As you turned the corner and into the madhouse that was the common area, you caught sight of the brown hair that was tied back with a red scrunchie.

“Hello, Liz.” You spoke softly, almost submissive to the girl. 

“Y/n, there you are.” Liz smiled, her voice sickly sweet which made you think she’d want something from you.

If you knew anything about Liz Allan, it was that she always, always was nice when she wanted something from you. 

“What is it you need, Liz?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I need you to help me get into Brad’s email to send Ass-trid Dumptruck. I want you to help me write a hot and heavy but realistically low-key essay that Astrid can’t help but read right now.”

“Liz, I don’t have anything against Astrid Dunstock.” 

“You don’t have anything for her, either.” Liz replied, shoving the laptop into your hands. “Just get into the email so I can write her a sexy letter to fuel her shower nozzle masturbation for weeks.”

“Let me think about it.”

“Don’t think.” Liz scoffed. “Just do it.”

You groaned as the other girls giggled, holding the laptop in one arm and attempting to type with the other. You furrowed your brow as you took in a deep breath, annoyed at your own inability to fight against peer pressure. 

“Betty, Y/n can’t possibly type with one hand. Bend over so she can work.” Liz smirk.

Betty gave you a look as you mouthed that you were sorry before the girl bent over in front of you and you began to type on the laptop, finding your way to Brad’s email. 

This wasn’t the first time Liz was having you send emails from Brad’s account, so you already knew the password, mumbling to yourself about how ignorant Liz could be as you pulled up the draft email page. 

“Alright, Liz. You’re in.” 

“Why don’t you type it up, Y/n? My nails just got done and it’s hard to type with them.” Liz said, wiggling her fingers in front of you, her nails long and sharp like claws and done in her signature red color. 

You knew she was lying, as she could never tell the truth. She just didn’t want to have the evidence trailed back to her. 

“Come on, Liz. I don’t want to do this.” You said, throwing your arms down and turning to the other girl.

“Do you think I give a shit?” Liz snapped back. “Just write the fucking email and then we can move on with our lives. Besides, you’re the only one who could possibly get down Brad’s diction.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You mumbled as you turned around, feeling Betty giggle from beneath you. 

“Would you like to speak up, Y/n?” Liz asked, moving to look at you from the side.

You gave her a smirk. “No, Liz. Now, why don’t you tell me what to write?”

Liz cleared her throat before speaking softly, her lips brushing against the hair by your ear, her breath hot and her voice soft, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Okay, Y/n, why don’t we keep it short and simple? Get in and get out, just like Brad would.” Liz said. 

“And you know that all too well.” 

You could feel Liz press her sharp nail into your cheek, the pressure so sharp you thought she was about to draw blood. Your proud attitude quickly diminished as she huffed, taking her nail off your face as you sighed and quickly typed up the email. 

“Alright. I’m done writing.” You announced, straightened up as you picked the laptop off of Betty’s back, and handed the laptop to Liz. “Just hit send and Astrid will get it right away.” 

“Come on people, let’s give that leftover lunch money to people without lunches! Those tater tots you threw away are a delicacy in Africa! Their Thanksgiving dinner!” You could hear Ned scream into the crowd of students in the common area as you took a seat beside LIz at your regular lunch table. 

“God, aren’t they fed yet?” Lizzie asked, taking a bite out of a french fry she took off your plate before flinging it back down on the plate, the ketchup splattering on the rest of your food. “Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?”

“Oh, yeah. Pilgrims, Indians, tater tots.” You replied as you ate the other half of the french fry, “I heard it’s a real party continent.”

Liz rustled in her bag beside you, gaining your attention as you watched her pull out a clipboard and slam it down on the table. She gave you a smile as she proudly flipped her hair over her shoulder while she watched your face fall and you internally groaned. 

“Y/n, guess what time it is?” 

“Ouch, lunchtime poll.” You guessed, setting down the milk carton in your hand as you turned to her. “So, what’s the question?”

“Yeah, what’s the question?” Betty asked, earning a swift kick from Liz.

“Goddamn, Betty, you were on FaceTime with me when I thought of it.”

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

“Such a pillowcase.” Liz scoffed, pulling you up with her as she stood up and began leading you through the crowded tables and into the large aisle of the common room. 

“This wouldn’t be about that bizarre dream you had the other night that were blabbing about on the phone would-”

“Oh, shut up. It is.” Liz cut you off. “I told Ned if he gave me another political topic, I would spit on him and he said if I didn’t want to do that, I’d have to think of my own poll.” 

You shook your head, looking away from her as you scanned the large room. Your eyes landed on a boy you’ve never seen before, and being in a small town, a guy that looked like him, you would’ve recognized. 

He caught your gaze, the boy who reminded you of James Dean as he slouched in his blue plastic chair, his leather jacket puffing out to the side to reveal the simple t-shirt he was wearing underneath. You couldn’t tell if it was the swooped dark brown hair or the Rebel Without a Cause lunchbox sat in front of him that made you think of the long dead actor, but the boy certainly knew how to get anyone’s attention. 

Transfixed on the boy across the room, you felt a sharp pain in your knee as you crashed into the blue chair of one Cindy Moon. You grunted softly, your hand reaching towards your knee as you bent down to rub it soothingly. 

Cindy turned, pulling her cardigan sweater tightly around her as the rest of her less stylish friends also turned as well, causing you to blush as you straighten up slightly, still a bit bent over as Cindy studied you for a moment. 

“Oh gosh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Oh, Cindy…” You replied softly, the embarrassment hinting in your tone. “I’m, uh, sorry I didn’t make it to your birthday party last month.”

“That’s okay,” Cindy shook her head, “Your mom said you had a big date. Hell, I’d miss my own birthday party for a date.” 

You laughed lightly with her for a moment, glancing over at Liz who was growing impatient as she watched the interaction.

“Don’t say that.” You playfully hit Cindy’s shoulder. 

“Oh, Y/n/n, while you’re here, I found this the other day.” Cindy beamed, picking up her purse and rummaging through it until she pulled out a photo and handed it to you. “I think it's Halloween in second grade.”

“Oh, where we got so sick from the candy that a single spin on that carousel at the Halloween fair-”

“-had us throwing up uncontrollably.” Cindy laughed as she finished your sentence, the warm interaction between you two cut prematurely by Liz’s swift swing pulling you away and causing you to drop the photo.

“Hey, I was talking to someone!” You snapped, tearing away from her. 

“Color me impressed. I thought you were finished playing Barbies with Cindy Moon.” Liz snapped. 

If you didn’t know her any better, you’d have thought Liz was somehow jealous of your interaction with Cindy. 

You followed her like a duckling, almost prancing to keep up with her as you approached the Country Club. You hated them just as much as the next, the daddy’s money boys and girls who were so pretentious they dressed as if they were always at the country club, hence their name. 

“Oh, great, here comes Liz.” You could hear Brittany say as you and Liz approached.

You could feel Liz’s unabashed false pleasantness radiating off of her. You hated the Country Club as much as the next guy, but never as much as Liz Allan did. 

“Hi, Brittany, love the blouse. Oh, let me steal a tater.” Liz greeted, her tone the same sickly sweet as the one she had had with you earlier in the lunch period. 

Brittany watched with a similar fake smile plastered on her face as Liz turned her back to her, now facing you as she pushed the tater tot into her mouth with a single finger, doing a vomiting gesture before chewing and swallowing the tater tot and turning to Brittany and her group. 

“Thanks. I got it at H&M.” Brittany smiled, turning to her group and back at Liz. “I totally blew my allowance.”

“That’s pretty very. Now check this out, David Dobrik gives you a Tesla and $2 million dollars and the same day you get to be on his channel, aliens come to earth and say they’ll blow up the planet in two days. What are you going to do?”

The table looked stunned for a moment and you watched as Flash chuckled, leaned back in his chair and put his sunglasses on. You rolled your eyes at the dramatic action as he started to speak. 

“That’s easy. I’d just hand the wad over to my father. He has the best stock broker in the state. And then I would take that Tesla out for a joyride. Just me, babes, and a car to drive while I fuck a chick in the passanger’s seat.”

“How charming.” You rolled your eyes. “The world will be Pompeii in two days and you’re going to invest your money?”

“Man, my father’s broker could triple it, double it in two days.”

“If I had that money,” Brittany cut in, “I’d give it all to the poor.”

“Wow. You’re beautiful.” You smiled with a nod as Liz jerked you by the arm, pulling you away from the flabbergasted Brittany.

“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just why can’t we talk to other kinds of people?” Your voice coming out whinier than you anticipated. 

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa to you?” Liz asked, her tongue sharp as you walked alongside her. “If I did, I wouldn't mind talking to the Geek Squad.”

Your gaze followed along the extended arm and pointer finger of Liz’s body as you both made eye contact with one of the boys at the table, causing him to spill his milk all over himself in shock. 

“Oh my god, Elizabeth Number One just made eye contact with me.” He blurted out, stumbling over his words as another boy chuckled.

“It must be love.” The other one replied before you tore your gaze away from them and looked up at Liz, who always seemed to tower over you with her bright red high heeled boots. 

“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone at school thinks you’re a piranha?” You confront her, her eye roll in response making you feel like back peddling what you said.

“Like I give a shit.” She snapped so matter-of-factly. “They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I’m worshipped at Midtown and I’m only a junior.” 

You groaned. “Just pretend you’re doing charity work. Like saving a couple of oiled up penguins in the Dawn commercials. Like this shit will look good on college essays.” 

Liz looked at you in surprise, returning your statement with an eye roll as you had her convinced and she knew it. “Whatever. I don’t believe this shit. We’re going to a Columbia University party and I’m brushing up my conversational skills with the scum of the school.”

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I want to kill Liz Allan. She’s such a bitch saying, “I’m tall, dark, and beautiful. I’m such an individual because I look like a girl in a toothpaste commercial. I’m so hot Post Malone wanted to see my tits for backstage passes.” Damn, you Liz. You’re not special or a princess. All teenagers are the same. Didn’t you see Breakfast Club? 

You pull the clipboard from Liz’s arms as you guide her to the Geek Squad with your hand on her lower back, in a similar way to how your father would push you along in lines at the grocery store. You two stood there awkwardly for a moment before elbowing Liz, causing her to jump. 

“Alright. This is called a lunchtime poll. We ask you a question, you answer honestly. Now, David, whatever his name is, gives you a Tesla and 2 million dollars. When you go to do the big youtube thing, aliens come to the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in two days. What do you do?” Liz muttered, her attitude more sour than it was only moments before. 

“I’d go to the Pyramids.” Brian replied, the bony head of the Geek Squad. “With a girl.”

“Where are you going to get the girl?” the boy beside him asked. “Amazon?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile as you looked at another boy. “What about you, Lucas?”

“I told you she knew my name.” He muttered to Brian, who in turn, elbowed him in the side. “I’d change my life. Get a new haircut, new clothes, revamp like in She’s All That.” 

“How sad!” Liz exclaimed. “Blowing all your cash to make up for a lack of popularity. And the reference to a chick flick! Did you see it with your mom? Or your new boyfriend?” 

You grabbed Liz by the arm and yanked her from the table and into the large aisle again, right where she had scolded you only minutes before. 

“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…” You trailed off, your tone harsh as Lizzie approached. 

“Ass-trid’s reading the email, you’re going to want to see this.” Lizzie laughed, grabbing you both by the wrists and dragging you behind her as she beelined to where Betty stood, back up against a pillar. 

“Oh god, here we go!” Betty giggled as you four began to watch. 

You suddenly felt sick. You wanted nothing to do with what was about to happen as Astrid rose from her seat at her empty lunch table and made her way towards the Jocks, where Brad sat, munching on his tater tots. You couldn’t understand what Astrid was saying as she pointed to her phone screen, allowing Brad to read it. You flinched as the boy erupted in laughter, food and spit flying from their mouths as they howled, leaving Astrid to run away in horror, leaving you with a pit in your stomach as you jumped away from your friends and into Ned’s table. 

“A penny for your thoughts! But, a dollar could save a life! Hi, Y/n. A five keeps the neighborhood alive! But, a ten will bring back the dead!” Ned shouted, the little chant ringing in your ears as you made eye contact with the James Dean boy again, his look as horrified as your own. 

Liz shoves a twenty dollar bill into Ned’s hand as she approaches you. 

“Shut up.” She orders as the boy grows quiet. “You wanted to be part of the most powerful clique in school and if I wasn’t already the head of it, I’d want the same thing.” 

“I’m sorry, what are you going on about?” You snapped, turning to her. 

“You heard me. That episode with the email back there was for us all to enjoy, but for some reason you are determined to ruin my day.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me fix that.” You replied before laughing mockingly. “We made a girl consider suicide! What a laugh! What a scream! I’ve never seen something so funny!”

“Come on, you jerk. You used to have a sense of humor.”

You let Liz guide you back to where Lizzie and Betty stood, talking about whatever book Betty had begun reading as your eyes landed back on the boy you’d found yourself so infatuated with. 

“God, Y/n, drool much?” Lizzie asked, as Liz groaned. “His name’s Peter Parker. He’s in my American History class.”

“Give me back the clipboard.” You ordered, pulling the clipboard from Liz’s hands. 

You sauntered away from the girls, scoffing as Lizzie began making oinking and sexual sounds in your direction and by how fast they were cut off, you knew Liz had probably slapped the other girl to get her to stop. 

“Well, hello, Peter Parker.” You greeted, stopping at a halt on the other side of his table. 

Now standing in front of the boy, you realized he looked less like James Dean and more like a young Jaime Bell.

“Greetings and Salutation. Call me Peter. Are you an Elizabeth?” He asked, the smile on his face a bit cocky. 

You chuckled, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “No, I’m a Y/n. L/n. This may sound like a stupid question…”

“There are no stupid questions.”

“Okay. Get this, David Dobrik gives you 2 million dollars and a Tesla and on the same day he’s supposed to give it to you in a youtube video, aliens invade earth and say they’re going to blow up the planet in two days. What do you do?”

Peter chuckles, his laugh light and airy as he runs a hand through his hair. 

“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.” He replies, his brow rising as he answers the question curiously. “Probably would just row a boat out into the middle of the lake. Bring along my sax, a bottle of tequila, and some Bach.” 

“How very.” 

“Come on, Y/n!” Lizzie calls from behind you. 

“I’ll be right there! God!” You roll your eyes as you yell, turning your attention back to Peter. “Duty calls. Bye.”

“Later.” 

Dear Diary, 

I take back what I said about killing Liz Allan. I don’t think I’m ready for jail just yet, not with a boy like Peter Parker around. Maybe we’re not all the same after all. 

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[theplaceicommitmysins]

i need to talk about acts of service as his love language bakugou because i can’t handle this version of him that lives in my head alone ESPECIALLY since he thinks he’s being so fucking obvious

k so hear me out we got a lot of setup picture this - when you were a teen you attended ua in the hero course after the whole USJ Kerfuffle you end up having really bad nightmares so to make yourself feel safe enough to sleep you slip into the strongest kid in classes dorm and steal a dirty shirt

(this ended up being the longest hc ever so im adding a cut)

TLDR; Bakugou assumes yall are dating w/o getting your input (in a dumbass way not a yandere way but ykw go nuts show nuts that could be fun too)

it smells like him and the nightmares go away until it doesnt smell like him anymore

which is how it turns into a habit - one that you can’t stop doing until he fucking catches you because bakugou katsuki is gonna be the best gd hero obviously hes gonna notice his shit go missing (also hes anal af)

he gives you shit for it calling you a creep and a pervert and all that shit an evntually hes yelling in your face about how “What you you even need my shit for huh? You go around sniffing my boxers, freak?!” (you dont ToT but damn that guess is way too close)

so when you tearfully admit that you sleep in his shirts because ‘it makes the nightmares go away’ he feels like denki w/ how badly he short circuits

he calls you a dumbass n throws the shirt he caught you stealing onto your head n stomps off n you dont sleep in it cuz you feel guilty and sad so you have nightmares

he calls you out the next day for looking like shit - and hes almost like??? confused??? he gave you his shirt why the fuck are your dark circles so fuckin bad????? you look like the purple extra from 1b?????? the fuck???????

so hes like... okay that shirt didnt work n when you go to sleep in your dorm that night not only is the shirt from last night there - theres another one folded up on your pillow (it smells like caramel cuz he wore it to train)

you sleep with it and dont have nightmares - and the next day you get back to your dorm early and hes opening your door and you just

before you can say anything hes like “It worked?” and youre all “??????”

“The fucking shirt, dumbass. Did it work?”

n you tell him that yeah it worked, so hes like great whatever i dont actually care never look at me again and other miscellaneous tsundere noises

you end up having a really bad day training where somebodys quirk catches you off guard in just the wrong way that even with his shirt you have nightmares that night

you of course get another call out from his grumpy ass “Did it stop working? You need another one?”

n your sad ass has to be like “I appreciate the thought but I just- Don’t feel safe.”

honestly think he’d lecture you n call you a shitty hero for that because remember hes still 15 and a dick at this point

but he also tells you to get to his dorm that night

which is how you end up sleeping (the unconscious snuggling kind not fucking) together

after the training camp situation it becomes an every single night thing for you and for him because gdi he’s a kid and the shit he’s gone through would be hard for an adult with a lifetime of training and therapy give the brat a fucking hug n let him sleep like tomorrows gonna be okay for once

yall end up codependent as hell - when you can keep up with him you train together and hes always correcting your form in his assholeish but only cuz youre worth the effort of caring way and by the time yall are graduating his mom (who fucking adores you) is cosigning yalls lease on an apartment (two bedrooms - one of ems kiris the others is yours and bakugou cuz hey cities are expensive as fuck n tbh neither of your are sure you even know how to sleep alone anymore)

anyways all of this is a very long winded way of getting to the point

Bakugou Katsuki thinks the two of you are dating

And have been for years

he did not think to bring this up ever because why would he need to???? its so fuckin obvious????? He takes shitty shifts just so yalls schedules will match up and he learns to cook all your favorite meals and every single night since yall were like 16 the first thing he does to get ready for bed is take his shirt off and yank it over your head and you always get a little bit stuck and he always laughs and holy shit hes so in love and you

his entire fuckin world

the only person who gets him

DIDN’T

N O T I C E

AND HE FINDS OUT

WHEN YOU BRING HOME A DATE

not sure how the inevitable ahem discussion goes afterwards but no way in fuck he isnt throwing that asshole whos rocks up trying to date his baby out by the fuckin hair

[kangtaebins]

Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,, 

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring 

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine 

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

[clocktowncourage]

@dcviated

Lifetimes after a young soldier named Atro disappeared in a mysterious mansion, a horse carriage pulls up to its front door. Its three passengers are tired. They must have come a long way, if the fresh layer of road dirt on the carriage and the sweat soaking under the horses’ tack is any evidence. But arriving at their destination seems to breathe new life into them, and they exit the carriage with an energy that wasn’t there before.

Kafei looks over his shoulder at Avver, the Clock Town soldier who’s on his way to tie up the horses. Avver nods back at Kafei. Kafei’s father, Mayor Dotour, is used to people doing things for him and walks on ahead, smiling slightly at the perfect weather. Kafei turns back and catches up to his father, who is ambling on with a combination of purpose and aimlessness that reminds him of an oversized bee.

He noticed that Dotour is treating Avver like scenery, and it doesn’t sit right; Kafei isn’t from his parents’ generation, and he certainly isn’t a politician. He doubts his father will ever change, there will surely always be tension between them. But somehow, this trip has been unusually pleasant. They talked about books and history, which had become a welcome topic of conversation for a trip focused on initial efforts to rescue a lost library. Kafei was surprised by how much Dotour knew about history, an interest he usually accepts as too niche to talk to most people about. And Dotour seemed surprised by just how much Kafei knew. Sometimes Dotour doesn’t like to learn that people know more than him about things. But that was okay too, somehow. Things have been going so unnaturally well that Kafei is almost waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“There it is,” Dotour says with satisfaction, crossing his arms and looking at the old mansion. “Let’s get your books.”

“Well, the town’s books,” Kafei laughs humbly. “It would be the opposite of helping your image for the election if people thought that I was taking the books.” He looks back over his shoulder at Avver again, for new reasons entirely.

But Dotour doesn’t answer him. Just bobs his head from side to side noncommittally. And suddenly, the other shoe is on the ground, and Kafei knows.

“You didn’t... you didn’t come here because of publicity that will help you win the election,” he says slowly, looking at his father. “People in Clock Town don’t care about books and they don’t care about history. This isn’t part of your campaign at all.”

Dotour makes a noncommittal noise and shakes his head from side to side again. Now he’s smiling. Kafei is not. Kafei was being caught in webs before he was trying to catch people in them. The feeling of suddenly finding that he’d been carefully steered into something of the old man’s design is familiar and humiliating, even if it’s well-intentioned this time around. There’s a memory of a child’s bafflement at trying to keep up with an adult, tangled up in the experience. Was his father smarter than him? Or just older?

“If you want to spend time with me, you can just spend time with me!” Kafei snaps, taking a step back and glaring. “Play the sad violin about Mom being too pushy to communicate with all you’d like, but I’m not her!”

“It is for the campaign,” Dotour says, suddenly serious. Kafei blinks. Dotour sighs, a warning tell that he’s going to cooperate but sees it as a special sacrifice he expects credit for. “I have been running a town that makes my son want to disappear,” he says quietly. “What would you think of that, in my place? You’re quite right that no one cares about history or restoring a library. But it will only be seen as respectable and mature if a mayoral candidate starts caring more about things like that. I want to make Clock Town a place where you want to live, Kafei.”

Kafei never could have predicted just how many people would really notice if he disappeared for a month without warning. For a moment, all he can do is stare at his father. He’s not sure how he feels about this. Then he thinks about it some more and decides he’s angry.

“No,” he says, finally. “You don’t get to do this to me. You can’t tie me up in a grand gesture that’s hidden behind twelve layers of secrecy and put the responsibility on me to magically guess what it represents and do all the work to make that heal our relationship. The minute things get hard when we have real conversations, you always tap out, you blame things on other people, usually me. And for the record, you treated me like I was invisible for a long time before I disappeared. Do you want this conversation? Do you really want this? Is this for my benefit at all, or just for you? If you apologize for literally anything, I’ll talk to you. Literally one thing.”

Dotour looks taken aback. “Well... well I don’t know what you mean by an apology,” he says carefully, not looking at Kafei. “I thought the day has been going pretty well so far...”

Kafei snorts like exactly, then storms into the old mansion by himself, leaving Dotour blinking in the sunlight. The worst part of this is, they have a trip of several hours ahead of them just to get back to town, and they’re probably going to spend it fighting. Or sullenly silent. Kafei runs the conversation over in his mind. Was he too harsh? Would Dotour spend half this much energy wondering about his impact on Kafei? The library, at least, is exactly what he hoped it would be. He almost forgets about the fight as he takes in just how many books are here.

Then he steps on an old bloodstain. And the one who’s been trying to be remembered crosses paths with the one who’s been trying to disappear.

_______________

When the horrible sensation stops, Kafei is lying on the floor of the mansion. There’s something on his face. He slowly reaches up to touch it. It’s cold and metallic, and he can’t get it off. Okay. He sits up slowly and inspects an awful swollen bite on his right arm. How? When? Why?? He doesn’t have to roll up his sleeve to see it, and his outfit doesn’t even have sleeves anymore, he’s wearing a loose tunic and sandals.

He’s just taken all of this in, and suddenly a group of soldiers with spears are running towards him, shouting Atro! Atro!! His days tangled up with the Curiosity Shop man’s little operation have left him with a strong impression that he’s got nothing to say to soldiers and policemen and the like. His thoughts immediately go to how guilty he might look, how he might talk his way out of the encounter. But this group treats him like a long lost friend. And then he realizes that they’re wearing the same outfit that he is. When that clicks, he smiles and acts like he recognizes them, mind racing, looking for clues about what in the world is going on. His ‘buddies’ help him stand and bring him back out of the mansion, supporting him between them no matter how much he insists that he's just fine (a lie). 

The first major clue comes in the form of meeting Captain Keeta face to face. There’s no question it’s him. The other soldiers call him that, and he looks just like the illustrations Kafei has seen in books. Now his legs really do fail to support him, completely. What!! How is this possible?

The history books write Captain Keeta as quite the positive figure, like someone you’d want to be friends with. Face to face with the man, Kafei suddenly understands that a military commander from a country that actively wages wars is like, an ultimate kind of cop. Kafei feels guilty for lying to the soldiers and acting like Atro. He feels guilty for things he did back in his own timeline. He feels guilty for things he might do in the future. But Captain Keeta, it turns out, also cares quite a lot about looking out for his soldiers. He asks Kafei about the wound. He shows real sympathy for the injury.

But then he asks him why there’s a golden spider mask on his face. And then they try to get it off, and they can’t. And then Captain Keeta wants to know why they can’t get it off. And when Kafei doesn’t have a good answer, Captain Keeta arrests him.

Well, not really. But the Captain sure as hell knows that his soldier didn’t go into that spider-infested mansion with a mark of the enemy stuck to his face. The bite is suspicious too. He doesn’t say, You’re under arrest, but he does say that the mission will be delayed and that he needs to take Atro back to the capitol to be seen by a shaman. And until they can get a shaman to look at Atro’s situation, there will unfortunately be a possibility that Atro could be a danger to the other soldiers, so he’s placed under a sort of quarantine. ...Saying that Kafei got arrested sure does capture the gist while saving time.

The journey to the capitol is uncomfortable. Kafei is able to gain some sympathy and push away suspicion by maintaining that he has amnesia from his experience and can only remember his name. But Captain Keeta hasn’t been told any details that would explain amnesia from natural causes, so that simply makes him more suspicious about just how bad this curse might be. The two soldiers who come with them are friendly, but they mirror the Captain’s suspicions, which really drives a wedge. Kafei considers wryly that the universe heard that he didn’t want to ride back to Clock Town with his father just to fight or stew and gave him an alternative. No, yeah, this is worse. He also finds out that Atro is only eighteen, and he almost laughs out loud, at that. Is it just his fate, to keep getting cursed into some form of tater tot? He’s oddly calm...he’s grateful for it, but he has no illusion that it will last.

When they get to the capitol, there’s a huge celebration going on, and... could Kafei be blamed for slipping into the crowd at the first opportunity? That’s his go-to reaction to being arrested, at any rate. He genuinely feels guilty about stealing a keaton mask (Ikana had keaton masks!) from a partygoer who isn’t paying attention to their stuff. Unfortunately for the partygoer, having a big spider stuck to his face, and being seen in that state, and getting caught, is scarier to Kafei than the guilt. Artfully swiping some meat on a stick from a vendor only feels right, for completing the disguise of definitely belonging here. Then the music changes and everybody starts dancing in an area over there, and Kafei rushes over and slyly takes the hand of a silver-haired girl. He asks her how this one goes, bobbing to the music like he’s having a good time, like he’s a happy puppy who’s just met a new friend. He’d definitely forgive Anju for rushing to go dance with a boy if it was to distract people trying to arrest her again. Not that anybody would try to arrest Anju. Oh wow, he really pities the self who will have to deal with all of this shit that’s going on, once the shock wears off.

[blehbleehhhh]

An EreMika Baby😍💕

idkwhatimdoingsometimes has a ridiculously adorable request that I cant wait to share: "Hi! Hope you're doing ok❤️ can I suggest a eremika family fanfic where eren has to go away for a few days for a job in the survey corps and then returns home to greet his waifu and baby son and he just becomes super loving and doting? I thought about this last night at like 3am and thought it was adorable ❤️❤️❤️" So, I think I died after writing this. Way too cute of an idea. Don't come for me when you get a fluff induced heart attack. Sorry it took me a while to write, but I hope you all enjoy the sweetest couple ev as parents 😭❤️ Not all of the recent crazy shit in the canon-verse has transpired in this case.

It's been well over a year since the titans were successfully eradicated and there are many towns filled with homes that must be repaired. Levi has some very big shoes to fill after assuming Erwin's position as commander of The Su͏r͏vey Corps. Many of his talented soldiers have received some well deserved promotions such as Eren and Jean, who are now squad captains that lead their own soldiers to be just as fierce as themselves. Quite a few of them have joined the large group that gathered to help rebuild Connie's old village and wonderful things were done by the military in the hopes of helping humanity to start over. Nobody understands that desire better than Eren, who managed to mend the fragile relationship with his childhood friend Mikasa after the shifters were cured a few years back. They became inseparable immediately and have been an item for almost two years now, so it certainly wasn't long until a bed was added to the mix. And with the titans finally gone, everyone is feeling much more comfortable bringing children into the world again. The day that her pregnancy was discovered, they both agreed that one would always stay behind whenever expeditions arise in the off chance something horrific happens that would leave their baby son, Hannes, without his adoring parents. That was also the day Eren risked his life by suggesting a much deserved early retirement, since it's no longer necessary for her to be tethered at his hip. Mikasa's reaction was a gamble given her unpredictable pregnancy hormones at the time, though he truly wasn't surprised when she so passionately insisted that being soldiers has already made them good parents. His heart shattered as he watched tears stream down her face and slight confusion overcome her because something that was once so simple to control has now turned almost impossible for the moment. It was very obvious to the young man that she felt unsure as to why this reaction was so powerful at all. They both know that on any other occasion when trying to explain how much she loves what they do, especially now that they're really getting the chance to help others, wouldn't have made her break down. He'd conceded immediately of course, heartbroken and kicking himself extra hard for making her cry even though his instincts scream to protect her and their, at the time, unborn baby. After growing up together, living through a literal hell, and now that his shifting ability is cured, Eren fully intends to live out the rest of his days with this incredible woman.

Horse hooves gallop through an expansive valley before the old, abandoned castle that The Survey Corps now call home. They have been gone for three days now, so everyone felt a wave of relief and some even laughed with excitement. But the young father can only focus his attention on the barn visible in the distance and push his steed to gallop even harder. Thoughts of finally getting to hold Mikasa and their baby have been pleasantly clouding his mind since he kissed her goodbye a few days earlier, when they smiled as they conversed about how amazing this little boy is already because even the great Commander Levi can be seen frequently showing some degree of amusement since his birth. Uncle Armin is naturally Hannes's Godfather and seems to get a great amount of good from him as well. Who wouldn't love to see the toothless grin that he's recently discovered is possible to make, or look into those piercing little emeralds? This baby has been a gift to them all and with some other soldiers finally beginning to settle down, more tiny tots are sure to follow. Somehow while in casual conversation with comrades a few days earlier, the question was asked if he and Mikasa have considered adding another baby to their sweet little family. His immediate reaction was to smile and say no, that they haven't even thought about having a second child yet since she just had Hannes only three months ago. It was a lot to get used to at first that’s for sure, but the couple would absolutely die for their son and love him more than life itself.

The horses trotted up to the barn in unison as their hooves crunch through dried up leaves scattered on the autumn ground. Eren smiles as he swiftly dismounts his horse and allows his very fatigued mind to linger that crazy schedule the baby has his girl on. It's very strict, and his own body woke him up consistently while he was gone because he's so used to the way their old bed frame sometimes creaks when she attempts to sneak out of his arms to nurse their son, that he actually longs to hear it again. He lives for those heartwarming moments when she crawls back in bed afterwards and cuddles into him so she rests her cheek on his chest, because then he gets to feel how quickly she drifts off to sleep with those soft breaths on his neck. Fuck, I missed them so much. Eren smiles to himself as he gathers his tack with one arm and locks his horse in its stall, then half runs into the tack room to put everything away. He weaves himself through that hoard of soldiers and books it from the barn, completely ignoring Armin's friendly greeting from where he sat playing cards with some of their comrades because he’s so determined to get upstairs. But it didn't bother the blond at all, he simply smiled and shook his head. "I truly cannot think of two people who deserve to be happier." Eren heard him say and others in the room agree enthusiastically, a remark that he couldn't help but smile at. It's around mid day now, which means that Mikasa has already finished nursing their son and put him down for a nap, and will most likely be asleep herself. He opens the door carefully to avoid it's annoying creak and felt instant relief come over him to see his son safely sprawled out on his back, fast asleep in the crib at the end of their bed. He smiles as he carefully closes the door behind him and silently removes his boots, fixating his eyes on his girl while she sleeps peacefully curled up in a ball under the blankets. He sneaks around the crib to crawl into bed behind her and gingerly slides an arm under the pillow far from where her head lies, then drapes the other over her side to gently tuck his hand underneath. There was a sudden soft sigh when she slowly stretched her body back into his warm embrace, giving one glance over her shoulder with a sleepy smile as she blinks away her drowsiness. He always thought it was cute when she did stuff like that.

"You're back.." Mikasa mumbles as she turns her upper half to lean in for a sweet, welcoming kiss on the lips. "Try to keep your voice down, he's not sleeping well for me today." She yawns quietly into her hand and rests her head on the pillow once more, smiling wide as he presses light kisses to her cheek.

"Aw, poor kid." Eren whispers and smirks as she turns her head to meet his gaze, knowing that he loves this woman more than words can say. Hell, he always has. "Maybe he just missed his daddy."

"I know I missed his daddy.." She chuckles sleepily as her eyes flicker between those incredible emeralds and his highly kissable lips.

"Is that right?" He smiles and raises an eyebrow as he gently cradles her cheek in his hand, and she nods her head enthusiastically. Of course his amusement only grows as she leans in to kiss him, forcing them both to silence their own quiet laughter as not to wake the precious baby sleeping nearby. The last thing he needs is to be woken up before he's ready.

"So, how’d it go?"

"Exceptionally well. I believe we rebuilt around forty homes on this trip.”

"Gosh, I bet you looked really hot being all sweaty and whatnot..." Mikasa smiles between their soft, persistent kisses in response to his muffled laugh. "It's too bad that I wasn't there to see your incredible muscles in all their muscly glory.."

"Muscly glory?" Eren pulls away, pressing his lips together to keep himself from laughing aloud and smiling as he sits back to gaze into her eyes. "What the hell is that?"

"Heh, I’m sorry. I guess I’m still a little sleepy.."

"I know you're sleepy, Mika. It's pretty cute."

"You shut your mouth, hot shot, you're pretty cute yourself." Their attention is drawn to the foot of the bed when the baby suddenly stirs in his sleep, stretching his arms and legs before falling motionless once more with a tiny, squeaky sigh. Mikasa slowly sits up and blinks, clearing her vision to clear her vision that his little eyelids are still closed. The bed moves beside her and she can feel a wide grin stretch across her face when a pair of lips press tenderly against her cheek.

"You're both exceedingly adorable, you know. It's unacceptable." Eren chuckles lightly and pulls away to look at her as tears run down rosy, porcelain cheeks. He frowns as he moves his hand to gently cradle her opposite cheek and brought her closer to softly kiss those tears away. She grasps his wrist and gives a loving squeeze as he sits back to study her face. He smiles at her small grin of amusement and gently pushes his fingers through her hair. "Are you ever going to stop crying about how cute he is?"

"I mean, probably not.."

"I don't think you've stopped being weepy since you gave birth. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, gosh," Mikasa smiles, chuckling softly as she leans in to plant a kiss on his concerned frown. "And I worry to much?"

"You do worry to much and you know it. I just, I remember a few times from some of my old man's patients where women who give birth can become more sensitive. Often first time mothers, too."

"Look, I appreciate your concern, okay?" She says, their voices still at the same whispers as they gently rub the tips of their noses together. "But I would tell you if I were feeling sad."

"Would you?"

"Meh..."

"Exactly."

"No, seriously, I'll be upfront with you. We promised that to each other when we started dating, don't you remember?"

"Of course I do." Eren smiles as he presses his lips to hers and is pleased to feel these kisses returned so sweetly, the way they always are. He reaches for the silky hair invading their kiss and carefully pushes it aside, following her back slowly with their lips locked as he cradles her cheek in his large hand. They pull apart slowly after the need for air became too great to ignore and he smirks as he gazes lovingly into her eyes. "You're right, I'm sorry." He kisses her again and again, and pretty soon they were both trying desperately not to laugh aloud. But they were much more successful after the second time they pulled away and he suddenly found himself laying on his back. He adorably bites his lip as he moves his arm aside for her to cuddle into him and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself because the sight of someone known for being so tough has the sweetest soft side. She grins and happily takes her place laying up against him as he tightens his strong arm around her waist, knowing that he’s already more than used to the butterflies that’ll arise automatically from her lips smiling on his neck.

"Heh, thank you." Mikasa yawns softly as she listens to the comforting sound of his healthy heart beat and observes their little boy continue to sleep soundly. "I didn't think I'd get him down for his nap. He slept pretty well for me last night, though. Only woke up twice."

"That's wonderful. I was worried he wouldn't sleep well for you while I was gone since his routine would be all screwed up."

"He definitely loves being rocked to sleep by his daddy.."

"I missed you two so much it's honestly crazy."

"We missed you too." She smiles on his neck and presses her lips to this space as she lightly traces a small heart in the center of his chest. "I love you." Her lips smile against his skin once more when he kisses the top of her head.

"I love you too. You're mine for always."

"My heart only beats for you and our precious baby.." Mikasa smiles wide as she kisses up to his jaw and pulls away to rest her head on his chest. He lays his cheek on the top of her head as they cuddle together in silence and enjoy each other's company. The baby awakens gradually as his tiny hands wander up to rub his sleepy eyes and stretches out his limbs. His parents smile adoringly at their little boy as he watches them intently. "Gosh, both of my boys are so handsome.." She giggles softly as the hand resting on her hip slowly rubs along her side.

"Yeah, you're right, sometimes it is like I'm looking in a mirror." Eren says and she can hear the endearing change to his dreamy voice, even that his heartbeat increases with excitement. "So, did he laugh for you while I was gone? Or did I miss that milestone too like I missed the very first time he rolled over?" That was a heartbreaking moment for the young man who wasn't even on a mission at the time, but simply completing tasks on his 'hunny-do' list elsewhere. But without fail, his girlfriend had scooped up their baby boy and ran as safely as she could to share the incredible news with him. And when he finally saw Hannes roll over for the first time, he couldn't help but clap and smile his praises.

"Nope, though I got close a few times when he rolled on his belly. He was stuck for a little bit longer today so he wasn’t very happy with me," She giggles when their son flashes a wide, gummy grin and her heart feels absolutely full with the addition of Eren's genuine laughter. "Were you, baby boy?"

"His smile is adorable like yours."

"But those are your incredible eyes and handsome facial features in mini form." Mikasa turns her head slightly and presses her smile to the underside of his chin before she slides out of bed. She walks over to the crib and carefully lifts the baby into her arms, propping him up against her chest with his chin on her shoulder as she gently cradles the back of his head in her hand. "I'm certain that your mother would absolutely lose her mind over this little cutie..." She smiles as she softly kisses her baby's temple and one of his chubby cheeks, joyful eyes already locked on her loving boyfriend.

"Gosh, you think? Give him here, please, I've been dying to hold him for days." Eren smiles as he sits up in bed and takes his son, gently cradling his head in his hand with the other stretched under his back for a stable base. "Ah, there's my little guy.” He chuckles as he brings him closer to plant a kiss on his forehead. The baby reaches up to touch his father's nose and his smile, all while maintaining a still expression like he's utterly fascinated. "Wow, I sure missed you." He smiles and kisses the baby's fingertips as they feel across his lips, taking in all of his facial features.

"I love to watch you with him," Mikasa smiles as she climbs into bed beside her boyfriend and their son plays with one of his fingers. It's clearly too large for him to hold since he needs to use both tiny hands, but Hannes could care less based on that wide grin. "You're such a great Daddy."

"Loving him is easy. Hannes is both of us and I think that's pretty incredible."

"I always like to think that he has an angel on his shoulder watching over him. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do. I like that." Eren turns to her and gives a smile that would have been bigger if her eyes weren't tearing up. The only good thing that comes from situations like these is how beautiful her eyes become, more so than they are already. That incredible man meant a lot to both of them, so his brutal death was particularly horrific. "Big Hannes. One hell of a guardian angel, that's for sure." They smile as they lean in to share a sweet, comforting kiss and their baby coos joyfully in his father's arms. "I'm absolutely crazy about you, you know." He smiles as she lovingly rubs the tip of her nose against his and gives a gentle, playful pull on his son's hands with the finger they continue to squeeze. His thumb lightly rubs over the top of his tiny hands and the young man frowns at the soft sniffles coming from his girl.

"Well, I've been crazy about you longer." She giggles as he crashes his lips crash against hers and runs her thumb over the dimple on his cheek.

"I don’t know about that, but I'm pretty sure I hid it better. Apparently everyone except for me knew that you were into me."

"You're the most handsome, oblivious human being I've ever met." Mikasa smile as they turn their attention down to the baby, who has adorably stuffed his tiny fist into his mouth. Surly if he were a few weeks older he would be gracing them with fits of laughter based on that familiar, playful expression that leads to everyone seeing his toothless grin so often. She watches in high amusement as her boyfriend carefully lays their baby on the bed and tickles his stomach. The little boy removes his fist from his mouth to give a wide, gummy grin that made both of his parents laugh. "He's so cute that I'm actually crying."

"I can't get enough of him. God, he smiles like you. Did you know that, Hannes? You smile just like your mommy." Eren laughs as he lightly tickles under the baby's chin with his fingertip, then gives his nose a gentle poke. "You even have her cute little nose." He smiles as she buries her face in the crook of his neck and a dainty hand slides around the width of his bicep. The dainty hands that have killed for him and the sake of humanity, for the chance to have a moment just like this.

"Goodness, you literally have not stopped flirting with me since you got home..." Mikasa grins as she presses her lips to his tanned cheek.

"I haven't been home for three days, babe."

"What, you're playing catch up are you?"

"Basically." He looks into her eyes with a dreamy smile and her heart flutters the way it always does.

"You're the worst..."

"I love you too." The way he laughs tells her that she's never seen him this content, at least not in a very long time. His energy couldnt feel more bubbly nowadays, which coincidentally began when their relationship was finally allowed to blossom and peaked the day that Hannes was born. "Do you have any idea how much daddy worried about you while he was gone?" Eren smiles as he gently rubs his thumb over the top of his son's hands and receives an impressive grip on his finger. "That's right, I lost count how many times I had to reassure myself that you and mommy were perfectly safe."

"We managed while daddy was away, huh, Hannes?" Mikasa giggles as she watches Eren's fingers gently tickle over the baby's stomach, making him squeal loudly in merriment. A different sound that the young parents haven't heard but a few other times before. They look to each other in shock, and one smiles wide as she pats the other's shoulder excitedly. "W-was that it?! Did he?!"

"He's so close! Come on little guy!" Eren smiles as he gentle tickles once again, making the baby react in the same adorable way. "Drastic times call for drastic measures. It always works to get you laughing, so, I wonder..." He says as he pushes the baby's shirt over his plump little belly and leans down to gently blow on his stomach. That did it. The baby immediately bursts into hysterical giggles and squeals with excitement once more as his ecstatic mother wipes away her tears of pure joy. Eren laughs as the baby continues giggling and playfully flails his little limbs excitedly. He sits up to look into those tiny eyes and smiles as his girl lovingly dusts the fuzzy chocolate hairs from the their son's face.

"Oh, my precious baby!" Mikasa smiles as leans down to give repeated kisses to his chubby cheek, making the baby giggle enthusiastically in response. "Heh, now that he's figured out how to laugh, we're gonna get to hear it all the time. I'm so excited!" She says in a way that makes the baby smile and the couple laugh together as he presses a kiss to her cheek, carefully resting his chin on her shoulder. "Oh, you are just too cute!"

"He really is." Eren smiles as he wraps his arm around her waist and touches the other to the baby's cheek. He gives a playful, gentle pinch and is rewarded with an adorable giggle and matching toothless grin. "Thank you for braving through that horrific pain for us to have him."

"Horrific pain is an understatement. I thought my shattered rib cage was the worst pain ever but it's definitely worth it."

"So, you would consider...?"

"Having another baby?" Mikasa smiles as she gently pokes the tip of her son's nose and the young couple laugh at the sound of his contagious giggles. She kisses his little cheek and pulls away to look into those dazzling emeralds that perfectly resemble his father's eyes. The baby boy grins as he flails his arms and legs happily, making them poor over their coos of joy. "Heh, let's just enjoy him for a little longer."

"I'm not saying that I wanted to right now, silly girl. I was thinking we could start trying when he turns one, if you were okay with that of course."

"Alright," She agrees enthusiastically as she turns to meet his gaze with an adorable smile and blushes lightly at his dreamy smirk. "I'd be okay with that. Can you handle me being pregnant again?"

"Oh, good point.." He says to her in a way that clearly conveys he's teasing and smiles as she kisses him on the lips. "Mikasa, you literally aren't any different than you are normally when you're pregnant. Just maybe slightly more moody, but only if I haven't fed you in at least an hour."

"Really?"

"Seriously. So, stop worrying about that. Besides, if anything like the times you couldn't control your tears happens again, I have no problem holding my girl." He lovingly tightens his arm around her waist and kisses the side of her neck as he smoothes his hand over the baby's belly. Eren chuckles to himself when he feels tiny hands playing with his fingers and looks up with a smile. "What are you doing, Hannes? Hm?" The baby grins as he studies his father's eyes and sleepily blinks his tiny eyelids.

"I love hearing you call me your girl. It’s still so surreal.” She smiles as she watches him gingerly slide a hand under the baby's head and low back to lift him off the bed. He adjusts him carefully in his arms as he rises out of bed and cradles the boy safely against his solid form. Mikasa sits up and brings her knees up to her chest as she watches him with their little boy. He’s a natural. "It's attractive how great you are with children, you know..."

"Watch it." He smirks and shifts his focus down to the baby as he carefully supports the back of his head in his hand. This is what Eren always does when they've been struggling with getting Hannes to sleep. They aren't even sure why it works so well when he clearly doesn't have a favorite. But it's something he loves to do, to cradle the baby safely in his arms as he slowly rocks from side to side. Since the baby's face is resting in his father's direction, Eren could hear those soft whimpers of retaliation because he'd much rather be awake socializing with his parents. "It's alright, buddy. Daddy's gotcha." He frowns as he kisses the tears from his son’s rosy cheek and glances up to meet Mikasa's loving gaze. They share a smile as she rests her chin on her arms and watches his paternal side come out, gradually gaining control of the little cries their baby whimpers. Eren makes careful movements with the baby in his arms until he was cradled against his father's chest somewhat unhappily, though that's only because he doesn't want to fall asleep yet. The young man tilts his arm up carefully to plant a soft kiss to his son's forehead as he continues to soothe him to sleep. It's surprising to the couple that it seems to be working so quickly today, since within a few minutes of that first tiny cry of retaliation, Hannes's eyelids were fluttering shut once more.

"My hero..." She whispers and grins when he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Why don't you try and get some rest?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I got this. Seriously, I don't want to see those beautiful eyes again for at least an hour and that's an order."

"Yes, Captain Jaeger." Mikasa smiles as she reclines back in bed and cuddles with her pillow. She watches him through sleepy eyes as a grin plasters on that handsome face and he slowly sways from side to side. His attention flickers between his two greatest loves and he smiles at the baby's sigh of content. It was clear from how Hannes struggles to keep his eyes open that it wouldn't be long now until he'll fall asleep once more and give his father a much needed cuddle session. He glances over his shoulder to see that Mikasa had finally given in to fatigue, just like their little one.

"You two are so much alike already." Eren whispers to his son and smiles as he slowly wanders over to the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom. He takes care when he sits down as not to disturb the baby and grabs the blanket that was draped over the back of the chair so he could cover his legs, all the way up to the baby's chest. Hannes's eyes open momentarily and his father can see tears waiting to pool over from those litttle emeralds. He sniffles and sighs softly as his eyelids slowly flutter shut once more, his tiny hands moving up to rub his sleepy eyes. The young father smiles and carefully tucks the blanket under his son’s arms as he gets comfortable in the chair. After he double checks that the blanket is far enough from the baby's face, Eren finally allows himself to recline his head back and close his eyes. Having the privilege of raising a family with this woman is more than he ever could have asked for and he's truly looking forward to what the rest of their lives have in store for them. Their goal has always been to be outside the walls, but now that they have Hannes, such a journey would prove to be rather dangerous. He knows one thing for certain; that they'll always be home as long as they're together, Mikasa, himself, and their adorable baby boy.

[yanabortnik]

YANA BORTNIK ( FIVEL STEWART ) is a 17 year old JUNIOR student at Broadripple Academy. SHE is originally from MARQUETTE, MICHIGAN but moved to Broadripple 3 YEARS ago. SHE is AMBITIOUS and DISCIPLINED but can also be CONDESCENDING and CRITICAL.  

BASICS

Name: Yana Mikhailovna Bortnik

Age: 17

Grade: Junior

House: Keough

Cabin Room: Room 3

How long have they been at Broadripple: 3 years

Where are they from originally: Marquette, Michigan

Extra curricular: Soccer, Speech and Debate, SWAT,  and Women of Broadripple,

PINTEREST

CHARACTER AESTHETICS

Frothy matcha lattes, a furrowed brow, bargain bin arts & crafts, the strong smell of incense, palms pressed against the bark of a tree, late night cram sessions, an old scuffed pair of crocs, vanilla yogurt topped with berries, a small collection of crystals, a grass-stained soccer ball, monochromatic outfits, a small plain Kamidana, a backpack stuffed to the brim, a folder filled with school assignments graded with anything less than an A, a smattering of freckles across a nose, nervously bitten nails, a meticulous daily planner, and a furby meme-filled album on an iPhone.

TRAITS

Positive Personality Traits: Responsible, patient, ambitious, resourceful, loyal, organized, and self-disciplined

Neutral Personality Traits: Cautious, realistic, practical, methodical, business-oriented, serious, and suspicious

Negative Personality Traits: Sensitive, know-it-all, expects the worst, nosey, cheap, and rarely satisfied

FACTS

Yana is from Marquette, Michigan—a friendly, scenic, and cold place on the Upper Peninsula. Her mother is originally from Japan and moved to the United States to attend university and she stayed after she met Yana’s father. Yana has an older brother, Mikhail (Misha), who was born in New York, but then a job opportunity cropped up for her father that brought the family halfway across the country and dumped them in Michigan.

Yana’s parents are hardworking, no-nonsense, and both functioning alcoholics. Yana and Misha’s upbringing was, as a result, a little distant and sanitized, and has led Yana to push herself as far and hard as she can in order to feel like she has done something right by them. But mostly, not much she can do catches their attention.

Enter: Broadripple Academy in her google search for “top prestigious boarding schools grades 9-12.” Yana dedicated the entirety of eight grade to cramming for the entrance exam and convinced at least half a dozen of her teachers to send letters of recommendation or to help her with the application. While the Montessori school she attended wasn’t bad per se, it didn’t have the stature a place like Broadripple Academy did. It was a ticket to a great college, to a great future, and maybe like… a hearty pat on the back from her dad or a congratulatory hug from her mom????

She paid all the fees with money she made from babysitting over the previous two years, forged her parents’ signatures (as she was accustomed to), and her parents didn’t find out she had even applied until she got the acceptance letter. Their reaction was, as per usual, lackluster. They condescendingly thought it was cute that she had done all this on her own, bragged to their friends about how they helped her get in, and then in the fall Yana was shipped off.

What motivates Yana is not perfection but success, and it does have the habit of driving her up the wall sometimes but that is just the kind of sacrifice she has to make in order to fulfill a goal. She is very future-oriented in that when she first arrived at Broadripple she had a bit of a I’m Not Here To Make Friends outlook (though undoubtedly made 2-3 really close friends within the first couple months and has assumed her role as Mom Friend yes hello these are wanted connections).

Her dad is an atheist but her mom practices Shinto and used to be a Buddhist. When Yana and Misha were young, she really immersed them in both religions. They sporadically attended Lake Superior Zendo back home until Yana was about twelve and they still perform Shinto prayers at home at a Kamidana.

She is really dedicated to their studies and heavily side-eyes everyone who doesn’t take school seriously. Like, guys don’t you realize how lucky you are to be here!!! 

HEADCANONS

Back home, Yana has a pet ferret named Pasha. If you are a friend of hers, you know everything about him from the little snuffling sounds he makes while he sleeps, his favorite treats, and the “walks” through the park that Yana takes him on when she’s home. He is her baby and she misses him. </3

Yana is quite... economical (i.e. cheap as hell). Her brother made her a tie-dye shirt that says ‘Dollar Tree Prom King 2008′ (an inside joke). She really values independence and money = independence, y’know? It’s just another thing she doesn’t have to worry about bothering her parents for, so she works at a restaurant and babysits almost nonstop whenever she’s home so she has spending money while at school.

Which reminds me that she feels like an awful daughter for literally no valid reason. That’s just what checked out parents do to you, I guess. :/

Though she’s a very serious person the things she finds funny are usually bizarre, nonsensical memes and she particularly loves furby ones, especially the long furby blessed be his name etc etc. 

She has a small crystal collection that she uses for things like concentration, energy, calmness, self love, etc. Does she sincerely believe they do anything? I’m gonna go ahead and give it a 50/50. She does enjoy the ritual of charging them and doing full moon stuff. Who’s down to bask in the moonlight???

When not wearing the school-regulated Oxfords or her standard pair of white sneakers Yana is, in fact, wearing a pair of light blue crocs. They’re comfy, okay!!! Also fashion-wise, she does wear a lot of monochromatic outfits. If you go to her Pinterest page that I linked above you’ll see what I mean. Nothing too weird just like, a Brand.

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT

What do they think about The Retreat? Yana is someone who feels her goals are in danger and/or inconvenienced by the Retreat. She very much wants to be at Broadripple and she’s going to be worrying about her GPA and missed opportunities from not being on campus. It makes her uneasy and she’s anxious to get back tot he dorms.

Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors? She was in the Girl Scouts when she was a kid and attended Girl Scout Camp for a couple weeks for a few summers, but other than that her family’s connection to the outdoors was pretty regimented in religious ceremony a lot of the time. But she did grow up with a lot of people in Michigan who camped and did outdoors-y stuff, so she picked up one small things but nothing that would be very useful at the Retreat.

What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space? Yana isn’t a neat freak by any means but she does value organization. She has her crystals laid out on her bedside table (they are usually on her desk back in the dorm), a couple sticks of incense, and her clothes are all neatly folded and put away. She has designated a spot beside her bed for all her school stuff, and then she has a framed photo of herself and her brother propped up nearby (see here). She also has a tote bag of like, cheap crafts supplies to do in her “downtime” as a form of chilling lmao. She had more miscellaneous decorative stuff back in her dorm that she didn’t bring.

Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degree? In a sense, yeah, depending on your definition of what is or isn’t supernatural. Going to take a direct quote here but: “informed by Shinto beliefs around notions of animism — a soul (“reikon”) lives within all existence and phenomena. Everyday things — from objects to plants to mountains — can be defined as ‘kami’ or deities.” So in a sense that she believes in deities, yes. But monsters? Cryptids? Ghosts? Not really.

Are they easily spooked? Actually, yes asdkjn. She’s just very verrrrrry jumpy. It doesn’t take much to startle her honestly.

AND FINALLY,

A very dumb but (hopefully) fun quiz made by your admins, please share what result you got

you will sacrifice yourself for someone else

your one of the purer hearts of broadripple, you may not even know the person you sacrifice yourself for that well but you think its the right thing to do. and maybe it is. but would they do the same thing for you?

genuinely didn’t expect it tbh! but aw

[vaguely-concerned]

Mass Effect: Annihilation thoughts

TL;DR I fucking LOVED IT, a balm to my heart after struggling through Nexus Uprising! Also canonical lesbians! The sweetest quarian & his badass grandma! Elcor Hamlet except this time it’ll make you cry!!! 

- Aaaaaah the audiobook reader is Tom Taylorson (so male Ryder)!! Fryda Wolf (female Ryder) read the two others and did a nice job, but man I’m soft for his voice in a way only rivaled by (...outside-of-Overwatch!)Jennifer Hale and Nicholas Boulton haha. He also has a much better handle on the pronunciations and voices for the different alien species -- delightful, I’m still cackling over his pitch perfect elcor impersonation. (Bioware please give him more Scott Ryder to voice I miss my son)

- I’m only about half an hour in and this is already SO much better than Nexus Uprising, it really does feel like a brave new galaxy haha. Very funny, very warm and smart and engaging in how it does its characterization and Valente clearly has affection for the setting and the universe, she and Jemisin both do incredible jobs with these. 

- I’m fucking crying laughing at this cross-species near-brawl over a flower arrangement, god I love Mass Effect SO MUCH (what a neat idea though. something blooming quietly even when no one can see it. impractical as hell and hilariously including a high-nutrition celery now, but still neat)

Taylorson continues to wonderful things with the voices, that volus suit sound is so good. (he’s just generally really good at comedy) also a volus bellowing insults ‘moments before punching an anti-bouquet batarian in the groin’ sdafhjklsahfsjadkhfklajshdfkjlsadhf

- a high as a kite elcor... what a time to be alive, to get to read this book

I have already reached the ‘I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR’ stage with these characters, hard boiled drell detective lady and sweet sweet quarian first officer and manically enthusiastic elcor doctor TOT I would die for any one of you!!!

- The quarian/multispecies ark was built for long-term habitation, potentially over multiple generations. So what you’re telling me is that the quarians are the only ones who fucking thought this through and the rest of the Initiative probably should have listened to the people who’ve essentially been living on arks for ages. Who’d’ve thunk huh lol. (I guess the in-universe explanation is that people like the mysterious benefactor just wanted those arks yeeted to Andromeda ASAP, no time to get fancy in case the Reapers changed up their schedule. Fair enough)

- ;n; petition to let senna have a SAM pls (also uh. how happy do you think the stringently anti-AI quarian pathfinder will be when he finds out about everyone else’s SAMs lol lol lol he’s going to PASS OUT FROM RAGE upon meeting ryder. well he sounds like an asshole, I hope he dies so senna gets a chance)  

- I can’t BELIEVE yorrik is an anti-stratfordianist, i am betRAYED! disgraceful, how can I still love you knowing this (and yet I do he is extremely funny and sweet)!!! (at least his theory is that this so-called ‘shakespeare’ was actually an elcor, which makes it better somehow lol. anything so long as he’s not an oxfordian tbh)

senna and yorrik’s friendship is so good and wholesome 

- I really love the consistent alien POVs in this book, mass effect should indulge in this more -- everyone loves this universe so much, bioware, stop making us squint through a human lense to look at it!!  

- oh of course quarian ‘pirates’ exist, the people who’re thrown out of the fleet must be doing something huh. 

- haven’t written that many notes in a while just because I’m enjoying myself so much, I keep forgetting 

- lfsdkhfsajkldhfskadjhfsjakdfhsdkjfh communist volus!!!! this is not a drill, communist volus! I am completely and utterly charmed by this entire book

- the quarian ancestor VI is so interesting and weirdly touching. senna is adorable (and relatably neurotic lol)

grandma AI smoking T___________T I love everything about this, she’s so cool. the worldbuilding being done around pre-geth revolution rannoch here... exquisite 

- way to make me cry about batarians cat valente ;_______;

- the voice acting is SO FUCKING GOOD! I keep forgetting it’s one dude reading all these characters haha, I caught myself wanting to look up who voiced this dying batarian. (special shoutout that he does so many wonderfully distinct and specific female voices!) 

- haHA I KNEW the quarian VI was a full AI (or near enough that it makes little difference tbh)!!! this fabulous grandma was self aware the entire time b i t c h e s !!!!

- the running joke of borbala’s ‘you need ______? I can make _______ happen’ is SO satisfying hahaha

ooooooh serious femslash vibes!!!! initially I thought batarian ex-crime matriarch was too old for drell PI, but this is undeniable. (I don’t think we actually ever get to know how old annex is, anyway, come to think of it) I guess if asari get to be five times older than everyone else and still fuck freely this isn’t really that weird lol

- “don’t look! it’s not so bad if you don’t look!” ofhsdalfhskldlsfjas oh senna baby boy 

hey qetsi? qetsi both senna and I love grandma liat more than you. stand the fuck down 

- NOOOO GRANDMA LIAT ;______________________________________;

- do you think SAM could meet liat (either ship!liat or just grandma!liat).... and have... a friend ;_________; (a cool laidback friend who isn’t a murderous angaran ai who might very well go the murder suicide sort of friendship route lol) 

anyway I miss SAM a lot and love him??

- yorrik noooooooooooo this is awful everything is bad and terrible I love all of them so much why must senna be sad and watch everything he loves fade away 😭😭😭

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood/Clean from my hand?” He realized he’d forgotten to preface the words with an emotion. Now they wouldn’t understand what he meant.

Oh. Oh what a way to drive home the sadness and loneliness of this moment f u c k  (and again the emotion taylorson brings to it jesus cHRIST) 

I’m destroyed over how much senna and yorrik love each other, cross species found family out here wrecking my heart in true mass effect style 

- yorrik is such a great character though. he’d be so easy to make a one-note joke character (like most elcor have been in canon lbr), but there’s nuance and depth and just enough satsifyingly believable alienness there. (I love the staunch elcor ‘you can’t call anything love that hasn’t lasted at least two centuries’ perspective haha) his memories of his childhood and disappointment with his profession and everything... goodnight sweet prince indeed :(

- they went and made elcor hamlet heartbreaking how dare they 

(to be real for a second I think some of the human culture references are a little bit clunky, but the elcor hamlet stuff is perfect. contextualizing a throwaway joke from the original trilogy and giving it emotional depth, helping us see it from the elcor perspective and how frustrating and lonely it is to be so fundamentally not emotionally understood or seen on a level most of the other races are, despite their other differences, even though you have all these feelings and want to communicate... its very good.)   

fun additional fact: both mordin and yorrik have played/wanted to play polonius in a production of hamlet! though I guess mordin is the slightly problematic fave in that duo and yorrik is a sweet melancholic angel who has never done anything wrong in his life, I would say protect him but I guess it’s too late for that D:  

- qetsi giving off some real ophelia vibes here, I wish yorrik was here to see it, he’s the only one who’d properly appreciate it despite it all

- I. am. SO FUCKING HUNGRY for more mass effect after this (well even more so than usual) I’m so hyped!! I love this universe so much! I want a new andromeda game with senna as quarian pathfinder and grandma liat as the ship’s AI and see how they interact with ryder and SAM! (honestly though I feel like senna might be the one who’d translate the most cleanly into a game, I think there’s a lot of potential in him that’s barely being realized towards the end there with his deep righteous rage cutting through his uncertainty. also I just want nice things for him. is that so much to ask. he is a good boy, yorrik was so right.)

- aaaah not just femslash vibes, canonical lesbians, this is not a drill! I can’t wait until they propose... ‘we get shit done together, want to be in good cop/bad cop with me until the day we die y/n?’  

- the ME universe doesn’t feel quite itself without all these ‘background’ species hanging around, I suddenly realize. I dream of an Andromeda sequel with all of them on the board and in play again Y-------Y 

- potential Liat and SAM dynamics are so fucking interesting though! if she becomes/is confirmed as a full AI (all I hope and dream of), you’ll have two artificial intelligences with such different starting points but not that dissimilar goals? Liat was an organic person once who’s looking out for her family even now, and SAM is completely artificial but also intimately tied to and protecting His People. (and pulling a whole lot of symbolic weight re: the strength of familial/interpersonal relationships to boot; he’s the best way alec ryder managed to connect with his children. even though he was dead. because as established alec ryder was a disaster of a person)  

- I enjoyed the loose murder mystery structure of this quite a lot, but that might also be because nexus uprising is so shapeless and meandering by comparison that I’d be relieved by anything else (sorry I’ll stop ragging on NU soon it just. took some hours of my life I can’t get back)  

- jemisin did great stuff for characters already in andromeda (cora, SAM, alec ryder) and valente made me remember just why I love this universe so much and desperately want these aspects brought to andromeda too... and now I’ve exhausted all the fresh mass effect content I had available to me and will sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the time it takes for a new game to be announced thank you and goodbye  

[6rookie-writer0110]

All the lights followed

Gwen Stacy x Male Reader

Summary- I was wondering if I could request an imagine where Spiderverse SpiderGwen comes into contact with venom becoming Gwenom and she’s dating the reader who is the son of Captain Marvel and helps her bond and work together with venom via music and stuff

You and Gwen are craving pumpkins in the kitchen at your house. You and Gwen have been dating for a while now. Gwen is having fun carving pumpkins with you.

”So when do you want to meet my mom?” You asked.

Gwen starts to stutter and feel nervous.

”You really want me to meet your mom?” Gwen asked.

You and Gwen start to uses the knives and crave the pumpkins.

”Yeah. She will really like you and I want you to meet my mom” You said.

”I guess I can meet your mom,” Gwen said.

”Do you really want to? I don't want to force you” You said.

”Y/N, I mean it I want to meet her. I feel she might not like me” Gwen said.

”She gets along with everyone. She will see that you make me happy” You said.

You never really told her that your mom is a superhero. But Gwen knows that you have powers.

”Show me your pumpkin,” Gwen said.

You showed her your pumpkin and you tried to make it look scary. And she showed you her pumpkin.

”Mine is better,” You said.

You and Gwen laughed, she tried to make her pumpkin look scary too.

”You wish, Y/N,” Gwen said.

You and Gwen put the pumpkins in the living room.

You showed her your sketches of the suit, you have been working on. She looks at the drawings and you wait for her response.

”Y/N, they are better than good. I like how you go into details and the colors are good. And the mask is not that bad” Gwen said.

”Thanks. It's hard to make a decision about which suit I should start working on” You said.

Right now, you have a rookie suit. And you definitely need an upgrade on the suit, because it's black hoodie with your sprayed paint symbol, black, and navy sneakers and a mask the covers your eyes only.

Later, that night you and Gwen start to patrol the city. You and Gwen went to to the lab called Life Foundation owned by Carlton Drake.

There is trouble, you and Gwen to stop the bad guys from stealing something. You used your photon blasts on the bad guys, then Gwen used her web to tie them up. A guy ran towards Gwen, grabbed her slammed her against the wall.

Gwen sprayed her web on his face then she punched him in the nose. Then she used her legs wrapped around his head, then flipped him onto the ground. You run towards her and touch her cheek.

”Are you okay?” You asked.

”Yeah. I'm fine” Gwen said.

”Let’s split and check the building making sure there aren't more thugs,” You said.

”Okay. I take the lowers floors and you go higher” Gwen said.

You nod. Gwen is in the lab, looking around and she doesn't see anyone. She noticed something black in a tube, she walked closer to it. But she didn't notice the tube is opened towards the end. The symbiote jumped towers Gwen’s face.

She starts to scream then the symbiote disappeared and her heart is racing.

She just ran out of the lab, she starts to swing rapidly to arrive home.

You searched for her then called her, but she didn't pick up. So you sent her a text

You- Gwen, I couldn't find you. Text me back to let me know you are safe

10 minutes later

Gwen- I'm ok I'm sorry I just left

You- it's fine

She didn't text back and you didn't text back either, you let her rest.

What just happened Gwen felt terrified. Her heart is still beating fast and she tries to calm down.

Why is your heart racing?

Gwen got scared and looked around and she is alone. She goes to the bathroom and washes her face.

You have abilities, interesting. We will get along just fine.

”Why am I hearing a voice?” Gwen mumbled to herself.

Venom appears and Gwen is feeling even more terrified. She tries to get him off her but it's useless.

You are my host

”Your what!?” Gwen yelled

I am a symbiote and I need a host to live. So you are my host, Gwen

Gwen didn't know what to say, she is feeling very speechless.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Gwen has been ignoring you and you feel, you did something wrong. You saw her and went up to her.

”Gwen, did I do something wrong or did I freak you out asking to meet my mom?” You asked.

Let's eat him. I'm hungry

”No” Gwen

”No what?” You asked.

Gwen left because she doesn't want Venom to hurt you. But you followed her to her house.

”Gwen, please talk to me” You plead.

”I don't want him to hurt you,” Gwen said.

Venom starts to smell something hidden in your jacket. He appeared and you got scared, your hands start to glow. He grabbed the chocolate and starts to eat it.

”What the hell is that!?” You yelled.

Venom and I am a symbiote. She is my host

”That's why I have been distant. I tried to fix the problem on my own” Gwen said.

Your hands stopped glowing.

”You don't have to feel alone. I will always be there for you” You said.

She kissed you.

Barf

You look at Venom and he is staring at you.

”What can he do?” You asked her.

”I don't know yet,” Gwen said.

”Show what you can do,” You told Venom.

Venom formed himself around Gwen’s body and you are impressed.

”Wow, you look cool. Let's go patrol and see what you can do” You said.

You and Gwen patrol and Venom starts to show what he can do. Venom almost ate someone but you and Gwen stopped him and explained why he can't eat people.

~A few days later~

Gwen is gradually getting along with Venom. She mostly feeds him chocolate and tater tots.

You and Gwen went to the mall, Venom has a habit of scaring people. You would laugh what he does. He scared a few kids and you laughed. Gwen smacked your arm hard.

”What was that for?” You asked.

”For scaring them. That was really mean to do” Gwen said.

You rub your arm.

”It was funny, right V?” You said.

Let's do it again.

Gwen sighed.

”Babe, admit it was kinda funny,” You said.

Venom nods.

”Little bit. But don't do it again” Gwen said.

Party pooper

Later, you and Gwen watch music videos on YouTube. Venom asked so many questions and when he hates a certain type of song, he would smack the phone out of your hand.

Much later, you and Gwen patrol the city again. Gwen is not using her old outfit anymore. You are still working on your suit. You and Gwen start to save people inside a store from a thief.

”Venom, we don't eat them,” You said.

They are bad guys

”Put him down now,” Gwen said.

Fine

Venom puts him down. The others are safe and Venom didn't eat anyone.

Later, you and Gwen spend time at your place. You throw food and Venom starts to catch it.

”Let me try,” Gwen said.

You and Gwen start to throw food and venom start to eat it.

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Gwen is feeling very nervous tonight is the nights she will meet your mom.

”Babe, it will be okay. Don't overthink it and Venom, please behave” you said.

”I really want her to like me,” Gwen said.

”She will,” You said.

Gwen followed you into the house, then you introduced her to your mom. Gwen is speechless and Carol smile at Gwen.

”Y/N, I'm so happy you finally got to bring your girlfriend around,” Carol said.

”You are Captain Marvel! I'm a huge fan. I admire what you stand for. Y/N you didn't tell me she is your mom?” Gwen said.

”I didn't you want to freak out even more,” You said.

”How about we go to the backyard and let's grill,” Carol said.

You and Gwen followed Carol to the backyard. Carol sets up the grill and you take out the food. Carol starts to grill the food and she starts to ask questions to Gwen.

”I know about you two patrolling the city,” Carol said.

You never told her.

”H-how?” You asked.

”I saw your homemade suit in your bedroom. Gwen, your mask is hanging out of your purse” Carol said.

”Are you mad?” You asked.

”No. I always knew you wanted to help people and be a hero. Please, you two be careful” Carol said.

”We will be careful,” Gwen said.

After grilling the food, Carol puts the food on the table. Venom appears and Carol isn't scared of him. Carol and Venom stare at each other

”What is this an alien?” Carol asked.

”His name is Venom and he is a symbiote. He acts like a child and he is always hungry” Gwen said.

What is this?

Venom starts to eat the food.

”Yeah, we have a hard time keeping him on track,” You said.

”I can tell,” Carol said.

Gwen when to use the bathroom.

”Y/n, I like her. I never seen you smile so much before” Carol said.

”She is different and special to me. I'm beyond happy that you like her” You said.

”Treat her right. She should see your baby pictures” carol said cheerfully.

Carol grabbed the baby pictures when Gwen came back Carol showed her your baby pictures.

”Mom, seriously why” You whined.

”Y/N, you look so cute in this costume,” Gwen said.

”Y/N was three years old and he dressed up as a dinosaur. And this picture right here, he was six years old and he tried to make his own sandwich but instead ruined the whole table with jelly and peanut butter and got some on his hair” Carol said.

”Mom, please stop,” You said again.

”I’m actually having fun looking at your baby pictures,” Gwen said.

Carol went on telling stories about you as a kid to Gwen. Even Venom is looking at your baby pictures.

[depizan]

Today in Mac rambles about fiction flaws, we have the problem of: “Oh no, the terrible untrustworthy guy is terrible and untrustworthy!”

The slicer guy in The Last Jedi is a great example of this, and the weakest - what I think is the weakest - episode of The Mandalorian is an even worse example. (Better example? What does one use for perfect examples of bad things?)

Aaaanyway. “Oh no, the terrible untrustworthy guy is terrible and untrustworthy!” is what you get when main characters rely on someone who has all but stated that they sold their own granny to a Hutt for a piece of gum and will do the same to the main characters if given half a chance. Possibly even an eighth of a chance. Basically, they have no reason to trust, rely on, or work with Mr. Untrustworthy, but do so anyway for plot contrived reasons, and then Mr. Untrustworthy lives up (down?) to his name and stabs them in the back. (Or possibly the front.) And everyone makes surprised Pikachu faces.

And the two Star Wars examples of this aren’t even the only examples I’ve encountered. They’re just the only two I can remember right now.

Why is this a thing!? It isn’t dramatic. It isn’t clever. It isn’t a twist. It just makes the main characters look dim (or extremely desperate) and squanders a chance for an actual emotional moment. Because, I’m sorry, but being betrayed by Mr. Betrayal McBackstabs is not a shock. It’s an: “oh, gosh, wow, who’d have thought. It’s not like it’s right in his name or anything.”

The Star Wars examples might be a case of people not grasping why Lando’s betrayal* at Cloud City works so well. But the thing is, in that case, the audience is aware of more than the characters are and Lando is charming enough that we don’t want him to be up to no good.

I suppose whether the slicer in The Last Jedi has any charm is a matter of personal opinion, but the story set up entirely works against him. He’s in a jail cell he demonstrates he can escape from at any time, with no explanation of why he’s hanging out there. So he starts out deep in the hole, trust-wise. But that should be for the characters, too, not just the audience. And half of his dialogue is about how everyone should be 100% in it for themselves! Dialogue to Finn and Rose, I might add. That he only betrayed them when they were all captured is more surprising than that he betrayed them. (Though I still maintain that the only truly surprising thing was that the First Order paid him rather than tossed him out the nearest air lock. Don’t they know how to be villains!?)

And that example pales in comparison to the wtfery that goes on in the sixth episode of The Mandalorian. The group of people our hero goes to raid the prison transport with don’t just ooze utter untrustworthiness, they’re assholes. They’re horrid, they hate him, they barely stop short of saying they’re going to betray him. There’s just no tension there. The question isn’t will they shoot him in the back; it’s when will they shoot him in the back. Or the question is what the everliving fuck the Mandalorian was thinking. He’s doing a job with people who are clearly going to fuck him over, steal the ship, and do god knows what with the tot he went on the run to protect. There aren’t enough credits in the galaxy to make that make sense!

(Okay, I guess he knew he was just so much better than all of them that it would work out, but that is still one hell of a chance he took.)

But in that case (and in many of the cases of “oh no, the terrible untrustworthy guy is terrible and untrustworthy!”), it just...sucks all the tension out of things that could - should - be tense. I can’t be biting my nails over when Team Asshole will turn on the Mandalorian if I’m busy facepalming over the Mandalorian even working with them in the first place. Even the reveal that the prisoner is a guy that the Mandalorian abandoned in the past has no bite because a) these people are fucking awful and b) we already know this is going to end in betrayal, so...eh?

And maybe that’s my base frustration. This...accidental trope, or whatever it is... makes for a much flatter story than the story would’ve been without it. Or with several thousand times more subtlety (particularly in the case of The Mandalorian episode).

If the slicer in The Last Jedi had seemed sympathetic to the Resistance or even just hadn’t been used as clunky gray morality exposition (and they’d had the basic common sense to write him being tossed in the cell after the heroes), then maybe it would’ve stung when he sold out the heroes. (I don’t even fucking understand his sell out. Do ships not have any forward scanners? Like, it shouldn’t have even been necessary. “Yeah, we know they’re aiming for that planet. It’s the only planet they could ever have been aiming for. Why else would they have come out of hyperspace?” Why was the writing so bad? Whyyyyyyyyyyy?)

If the crew of criminals in the episode of The Mandalorian had not seemed like a pack of slavering assholes who could barely hold it together and wait until they were on the prison ship to betray the Mando, then maybe it would’ve been a shock when the prisoner turned out to be a guy he’d left behind on a job. Maybe the betrayal would’ve been a surprise. Maybe there would’ve been like emotions and shit. Instead of the dull thud of my forehead on my desk.

Subtlety. It’s a thing.

Hint that maybe all is not well. Instead of having the Twi’lek woman come off mostly like “bitches be crazy” have her seem to be glad to see the Mandalorian, but then have her expression when he’s not looking but the audience is or a line of dialogue here or there suggest that maybe there’s more to their history. Have the human dude show interest in The Child in a way that seemed less schoolyard bully and more potentially dangerous later. Have the strong guy be...pretty much anything but whatever that was.

Just, you know, write it such that these characters could be a threat to the Mandalorian, but aren’t inherently a threat to him. Then the audience can worry that they’ll find out about the bounty on The Child, or just be completely blindsided by the prisoner being the guy mentioned earlier that the Mandalorian had once left behind.

Is it really that hard? Is there some benefit to “Oh fuck, Betrayal McBackstab backstabbed me! Why would that happen?” that I’m not seeing? Do writers for Disney think audiences need everything spelled out in advance and so have characters walking around with name tags that say “Hi, I’ll be your betrayer tonight”? Just...whyyyyyyyyy

*I want to call it a “betrayal,” since it’s not like Lando had much choice. It was Han or a city of thousands (tens of thousands?).

[klaussstilinski]

Chapter 4

An: I was slipping plain and simple. I truly hope you enjoy this chapter. Please leave your feedback, all is welcome. Sorry for the long wait but another chapter is coming Thursday!!

Disclaimer: DON’T OWN ANYTHING ABOUT ON MY BLOCK, JUST MY CHARACTERS DAISY, JACKIE, AND MADELINE.

You ever get that feeling like your whole world is falling apart and then boom something exciting happens and everything is fine in the moment? If so, well, congratulations you’re human, and you’re not the only one with those feelings. When your world Is falling apart you have this crushing feeling in your chest; like there’s an elephant sitting there just waiting for you to stop breathing. Although it feels like your heart is beating faster and is going to beat out of your chest cavity it’s actually all in your head, that’s called panic. Your heart rate is picking up because of your fear of death. Then all of a sudden, your lungs start expanding like a balloon when someone starts blowing warm air into it. That crushing feeling is finally lifted off your chest and you can take a gulp of fresh air. That. I wanted that. As I'm sitting on my warm chocolate brown recliner couch, I wipe my eyes as I realize that the meeting with Oscar didn’t go as I had planned, or even hoped for. It was so much worse, and to be honest I don’t know how I'm going to face him or the kids for a while. ~THAT MORNING~ I wake before my alarm clock starts going off. Excitedly I get up to start my morning routine; hair up, brush teeth, wash face, moisturizer, pull hair down just so I can put 2 french braids in and dance my way to my closet to pick out a semi-comfortable outfit. Boyfriend jeans, a basic grey V-neck tee and a black and an old black and grey plaid shirt matched with some white vans. Smirking I all but skip to the white nightstand, unplug my phone, grab my necessities and walk to the wooden front door, set the alarm and walk to the car. Nothing is going to wipe this big smile off my face. That is until I walk into the back door of the bakery. “Daisy! Oh, thank god you’re here. I need you to pick up Jackie’s shift, she came down with the flu.” Maddy gagged, “It was real nasty! She facetimed me this morning, her nose was so red and her eyes were so puffy. OH and her voice was basically gone.”

“That’s fine, bu-but um wasn’t she trying to finish some cupcakes for a 8 year old's birthday party?” I asked swallowing hard.

“Yeah, so she finished half of the order, which was 50 cupcakes, but the other half of the order was the 2-tier cake.”

“I-I didn’t know about the cake. When is the deadline?”

“Sunday...but like I said the cupcakes are done!” She quickly adds when I look at her as my jaw hits the floor.

“Maddy! Today is friday, just please tell me she already has the framing of the cake.”

Walking to the fridge she opens the doors with a grand gesture. “She actually does, and she has base coating done.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I put my belongings away, put on my apron, wash my hands, and get started making the fondant for the marvel birthday cake. By the time I get finished covering the cake with the fondant, it was already 12. Short day my ass. Jackie owes me big time.

~4 THAT EVENING~

R- 3:13 pm: Daisy raincheck on tonight's meetup!!

R- 3:17 pm: You know you could at least text me back...

R- 3:19 pm: Okay so I know you got this message; it says it was delivered

M- 3:25 pm: DAISY! The boys, mainly Ruby, wants to reschedule. Call me as soon as you get this!!!

M- 3:40 pm: Why haven’t you called? Are you hurt?

J- 4:01 pm: Just to formally update you woman, we can’t make it to the meetup tonight...

Well for once I'm glad my phone was on silent. Hanging my apron, I clock-out and quickly head out the door putting my phone up to my ear.

“Hey, sorry I had to cover Jackie’s shift at work. I saw y’all couldn’t make it to the meeting tonight but why did you need me to call you?” I ask as soon as Monse picks up.

“You’re fine, yeah something about Ruby needing to move his things into his room with his abuela. But I actually need to talk to you. It’s really important.”

“Talk, I'm driving!”

“I think I might have feelings for Cesar.”

“Um yeah I know, I think we all know at this point.”

“But he’s pressuring me to tell everyone. He I feel like he wants to stake a claim, or something.”

“Are you home? I’m on the way, we’re going to my house to talk.”

“Yes, how far are you?”

“About 10 minutes away, be ready!” I reply hanging up the phone. Arriving I blow the once before she comes running out the front door and quickly jumping into the car.

“I didn’t know you had a record player.” Monse yells through the house.

“It was a gift from grandma, along with all of her old vinyls.” Picking up a Nat King Cole record I turn it over to show her the vintage vinyl.

“She was into Jazz?”

“Stop beating around the bush. What’s going on with you and Cesar?” Glancing at the clock, it’s already after 5.

“So, we’ve been seeing each other since I came back from camp and-”

“Having sex.” I interrupt as I sit down beside her on the couch.

“W-what?” She stutters looking at me with wide eyes.

“Monse, I'm not dumb I know y’all are having sex. Do I approve? Hell no. Do I wish you would have waited? Hell yeah. But hey,” I turn and look her in the eyes. “I’m not disappointed in you Monse. I’m not judging you either because there are worse things you could be doing. But just a 1 question, are you using protection?”

“Yeah...” But she’s looking everywhere but at me.

“Monse?”

“We’re only using condoms, but not all the time.”

“What?” I screech.

“Dad has never talked to me about birth control or even sex. I’m not even sure if I should talk to him about it. Wouldn’t that be weird?” Her round cheeks turn slightly red, reminding me of the time mama first told me about sex and I got so embarrassed.

“Well since you already technically know about sex, I'll let you know right now that condoms are good birth control but they aren't 100 percent effective. That’s why sometimes it is best to be on some kind of birth control yourself, not saying you have to though. There’s the pill, IUD, the shot, the patch, implant, ring, sponge, and so many-”

“Okay I get it!” Monse yells cutting me off. “There are many types of birth control, but um this isn’t why I wanted to talk you. I’m afraid if we say something it’ll break up the crew.”

Laughter bubbles up my throat and without warning it tumbles out. I stop when I see Monse grinding her teeth.

“See this is why I was afraid to tell you!”

“I thought you were joking, Monse you’re afraid of what the boys will say. The same two boys who are most likely jerking off to magazines or porn?”

“Eww I totally didn’t need to hear that.” Shuddering she jumps up and starts pacing the living room. “I just don’t want things to change between us.”

“Things are going to change, you’re growing up. Everyone changes Monse, you can't stop that. But if they don’t support you in this decision then screw them. Real friends support you in anything and any situation. From what I understand they love you both, right?”

“Right!”

“Okay then I have no doubt in my mind that those boys will accept you two. Maybe you’re just scared of your feelings for him.” She went to interrupt me but instead her stomach growling cuts her short. “I know you Monse, you’re just scared and nervous, which is normal. But maybe you should give it a try with you and Cesar just to see how things will work out. But for right now let's get some food in you!”

“Good idea.” She says chewing on her nails while walking to the kitchen with me following close behind.

Frozen pizza and tater tots were definitely a win tonight. Not the healthiest but who eats healthy 24/7 anyways.

“So, dad is picking me up. He should be here really soon” She says as we’re watching tv after dinner.

“Oh, when did he get back in town?”

“Yesterday, he said something about the two of you not really talking right now.”

“Yeah just somethings I guess we need to talk about.” I shrug not really caring to have this conversation with her.

“That bad?”

“Not really, I just don’t agree with everything he does.” Lights shine through the living room curtain. “Well I guess he’s here, come on I'll walk you to the door.” Heading towards the door she stops to ask me a question.

“Did you use birth control with Spooky?” Laughing I push her towards the door.

“Not at first no, but eventually I started taking the pill, which by the way there’s different kinds of.” Opening the door, I turn to her to give her a hug just to see her face frown with confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Turning around I come face to face with the devil himself.

“Hello to you to.” Oscar announces looking at me the whole time. 30 seconds go by before another car pulls into the driveway.

“Well there's my ride, I'll call you later Daisy, love you!” Monse yells running down the steps in towards dads car.

“Why are you here? It’s not even 8 yet.”

“Thought I'd surprise you; we need to talk.” He walks by me as if I wasn’t blocking his way in.

“Um, excuse me I didn’t invite you in!” I follow him once I close the door. “You can’t just walk into my house uninvited.” Laughing he sits down and leans back stretching his legs and arms.

“Come sit,” he pats the cushion beside him. I choose the other end of the couch. 10 minutes go by before I decide the silence begins to get to me.

“What did you want to talk about?” How awkward.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He locks his jaw in place.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't play stupid with me.” Playing stupid? No, I'm actually stupid because I have no clue what the hell he’s talking about.

“Honestly have no clue what you’re talking about Oscar.”

“The baby...” It gets eerily quiet. My body runs cold, it feels like my body turns to stone.

“Got nothing to say now huh?” Hanging my head, I lock my fingers together in my lap.

“I did...I-I came to you and told you.” Glancing up at him, I see him look at me with disgust in his eyes.

“You didn’t tell me that you got an abortion.” His voice gets deep and raspy.

“No, who told you that?”

“That’s not important, you were my girl. You come to me about these things not-”

“How was I supposed to do that when you were behind bars? Huh?” My voice gets louder and louder. “I was 15 and scared Oscar. You weren’t here to help.”

“I would've been if you just told me from the beginning.” His neck is turning red from all the straining and yelling he's doing.

“You know that wouldn’t have stopped you from doing what you did!”

“How do you know?” He laughs, but it wasn’t one filled with humor, no, it was filled with sarcasm. “I would’ve done anything for you.”

“You told me to leave and build a life for myself.” I try to change to direction to conversation.

“That doesn’t mean leaving town, and getting an abortion.”

“Stop saying that, I didn’t get an abortion. Why do you keep saying that?”

“Why won’t you tell me what really happened? I want to believe you, but since you won’t tell me what happened I can only believe what other people tell me.” Was his smart ass response.

“Why can’t you just believe what I’m telling you and leave it at that?”

“Because it was my child!” He yelled.

“It was my child too.” I scream back officially breaking down in tears. “I lost the baby…” I manage to say as I’m trying to breathe through my soon to be panic attack.

Silence.

I guess he didn’t expect that. When you’ve been told one thing for years, a lie, and then hear another thing that might be just as worse as the lie, I guess it would render you silent.

“I was consistently worried about you, me, the baby, what my mom would think, and so stressed out. God I was so stressed, that before I knew it I had lost the baby. I was only 11 weeks along” Wiping my eyes I get up just to slowly pace the floor. “Please…say something.”

“Do you blame me?” Looking up at me, we lock eyes as so stop and face jinx

“No, I never would. The doctor said it happens often.”

“Did you believe them? That it happens often?” He whispered.

“No…it was my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have been that stressed but instead I still decided to take on everyone’s problems and my own.”

“You should’ve told me. You were mine, the baby was mine.” With his head hanging between his broad shoulders he starts running his fingers through his hair. “Had everything planned and written down in there. I was going to behave and get out early. Come home to you and our child. Get a job, buy a home, and have more children. Build a better life for our family. That’s what I wanted.”

“Im so so sorry Oscar!” Closing my eyes as tears run down my cheeks.

“That’s what kept me alive in there. Knowing I had you and our blessing to come home to. Then that all came crashing down when I found out the truth, well what I thought was the truth.” I stayed quite to let him get what he needed off his chest. “I don’t blame you, you shouldn’t have had to worry about me, I put you in that situation. For that I’m truly sorry Daisy.”

“Yo-you don’t owe me an apology.” I know my under eyes had to be an angry red from all the wiping and rubbing.

“I do, because no matter how mad I am I’m still in love with you.” I can’t move, I think I’ve stopped breathing too. “I’ve tried to stop, god I’ve tried. But I know where my heart is and who it belongs to.”

“You don’t mean that, you’re just upset Oscar.” Whimpering I sit down beside him.

“I mean everything I just said. But it’s because I love you that I can’t love you.”

“What? I’m confused. You love me, but you can’t love me?”

“That would put a target on you. Being my girl in the streets would put you and everyone you love in danger. I can’t have that, I would kill everyone for even looking at you the wrong way.” Oscar explains himself.

“I’ve dated you before, I know what it’s like.”

“But things have changed, I’m more powerful than I was before. I won’t put you in danger again, end of story.” He gets up and starts heading for the door. Jumping up I chase after him.

“You can’t just tell me you love me then walk out the door Oscar. That’s not fair. You’ve done this to me before and it left me in pieces last time.” I grab his arm to stop him from walking. “Please just talk to me more before you just close the book on us.”

“Goodnight Daisy, I’ll see you around.” He pulls his arm from my hands and locks the bottom lock before heading out the door. A loud sob comes from somewhere in the room and it’s once I collapse in the chair when I realize that the sound came from me.

~THE PRESENT~

As I’m wiping the tears from my face I decided here and now that this won’t be the end of us. He might’ve walked out but I refuse to just give up on him so easily. Then that’s when it hits me. All this time I’ve been running away from my feelings for him. Everything is so clear.

I’m still fucking in love Oscar Diaz.

My phone ringing brings me out my trance. Running to the kitchen I find the phone on the kitchen table and as soon as I seen the name something else comes to realization within these last 5 minutes. Only 2 people knew of me losing the baby. I hit decline just for the person to pick call right back. I have to options, ignore them and turn my phone off or answer them and confront them of their disgrace and lies. I hate confrontation so option number one sounds really nice right now. Too late! 

“Why would you lie to Oscar and tell him that I had an abortion?” I spit in the phone. 

“Daisy baby...”

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