#i haven’t even hit call yet i’m just scared in advance because the ladies in that clinic are such cunts when u call

[daisyjohnsn]

having to call to refill my pain medication every month is my personal hell they’re so mean on the phone

[skycollides]

Missed You

Billy Russo x Reader

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Warning: smut, fluffy end

Words: 2.045

It is Friday night and you’re waiting for your boyfriend Billy to come home. You hadn’t been able to spend some proper time with each other since you were both busy with work lately. He promised you to come home earlier today. You’re currently in the bathroom checking your makeup one last time when you hear Billy call out for you.

’’Y/N you home??’’ you hear his voice.

’’Yes’’ you reply and leave the bathroom only wearing your newest lingerie and one of his shirts.

’’There’s my girl’’ he says and licking his lips walking towards you.

’’Hey my love’’ you say before he grabs your jaw with his left hand bringing your lips to his.You wrap your arms around his waist brining his body closer to yours.

’’I missed you’’ he says after you pull away to get some air.

’’I missed you too Billy. ’’ you smile and start kissing his neck.

’’I love you Y/n so much.’’ you pull away to look in his eyes and all you see is love and adoration. 

’’I love you too babe.’’ 

’’You look so good in my clothes - better than I do to be honest. Have I ever told you that before?’’ he says and watches you with hungry eyes while licking his lips. 

’’You look so incredibly sexy baby. God what are you doing to me’’ he says and you notice the growing bulge in his pants. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your lips onto his. He carries you to your shared bedroom and towards the bed. Billy lays you down. You sit up and open his belt while he is undressing his upper body.

’’Looks like someone missed me Mr.  Russo.’’ you say smiling while stroking his dick through the material. Billy lets out a low moan. 

’’You have no fucking idea Y/N. I have been missing you like crazy.’’

You slowly take of his boxers finally freeing his throbbing dick. You can’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. He looks down at you and you smirk at him before you give all your attention to his erection. You give his tip a soft kisses.

’’Don’t be such a tease babygirl.’’ he says and his hands find their way automatically to your head grabbing your hair pulling them together into a ponytail. You look up to him one last time admiring his handsome face before before you slip his tip in between your lips before taking him deeper into your mouth. He lets out a low moan and you feel him shift under your touch. Your lips work their way up and down his shaft. He started to thrust forward meeting your face each time. You become more eager wanting to have all of him inside your mouth. You grab his thighs before taking him in all the way all. He lets out a loud moan. His big cock causes you to gag but you shrug it off and keep going finally hearing what you were longing for the entire time.

’’God baby. You are amazing. You take me so well babygirl. You’re so good to me. Fuck please don’t stop.’’ You feel his hard length twitch in your mouth and pull him out. You lick your lips and he wipes your mouth with his hand.You move back to the middle of the bed waiting for your man to join you. Shortly after that Billy is hovering over you. He smashes his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth. You feel one of his hand sliding down your upper body in between your legs stroking your clothed pussy gently. You moan into his mouth. He releases your lips before speaking up.

’’You’re already so wet for me - so ready to take me and I haven’t even touched you yet. Who made you this wet baby? Who?’’

’’You did Billy Russo. Only you can no one else.’’ you say looking into his eyes.

’’That’s right baby I did. You’re mine!’’ he says with his husky voice. You love when he gets this possessive. 

’’Hips up’’ he says before you do as you’re told and he frees your now dripping wet pussy. He throws your thong away while you get a rid of your bra. You lay down again and his hand goes straight to your throbbing heat. He lets his thumb glide over your clit before sliding 2 fingers inside of you. 

’’Fuck Billy - Faster please’’ you beg him and he fulfills your wish. Your moans get louder each time he thrusts into you. ’’I-I’m gonna cum please don’t stop’’ 

’’Cum for me baby girl. Show me the good girl you are and cum all over my fingers’’

Hearing those words leave his mouth is enough for you. Your walls clench around his fingers and you scream out his name.

’’God there is nothing more beautiful than seeing you cum undone Y/n’’ he says and pulls his fingers out of your pussy before sticking them into his mouth needing to test you. 

’’You taste so sweet baby I swear this is my favorite flavor.’’ 

He spreads your legs with his hand before kneeling down in-between of them. 

’’You ready for me Y/n?’’ he asks and you nod not trusting your voice right now.

He takes his cock in his hand stroking it before sliding the tip between your lips moving up and down.

’’I need you Billy please!’’ you beg. With one thrust his cock is buried inside you all the way. The both of you can’t help but moan out each others names after finally becoming one again. He starts trusting slow at first to make sure his girl is comfortable. Billy leans down and kisses you passionately sliding his tongue in your mouth. You grab his head pulling him closer. One he releases your lips you look at him and ask ’’Let me be on top of you?’’

He stops in his tracks pulling away from you. You can’t help but whine after he pulled himself out of you. He lays down and you swing your leg over his waist sitting on top of him. He strokes your thighs as you get in position and lower yourself on his length. You bring your hands down to his chest for support before you start moving. You quicken your pace needing to hear Billys moans.

’’God you take me so well baby. You feel so damn good around me. This is my pussy. This is where my cock belongs right Y/n?’’

’’Yes it’s your pussy yours alone Mr. Russo.’’ 

’’That’s right!’’

He sits up moving his lips to your right nipple sucking and nibbling on it while his other hand gabs your ass supporting your movement. Once he releases your right nipple he repeats his action showing your other breast the same love.

’’Fuck Billy you feel so good. I can’t believe I had to miss out on this cock for 2 weeks.’’

He lets go of your breast and says ’’Neither can I. Never again. I try to be home earlier. I don’t wanna go without you more than I have to’’.

After that he flips the both of you over so he’s on top of you again.

He quickens his pace and you can’t help but let out a scream every time he hits your spot. 

’’Tell me what you want Y/n. Huh? What do you need my love?’’  he asks with an unsteady voice.

’’Go faster - harder please I beg you’’ he grins and does as he’s told and you can’t help but scratch his back needing to hold onto him while he is pounding into you hard.

’’Fuck babe I’m gonna cum’’

’’Cum for me baby girl’’ he orders and you follow his order. Tears are forming in your eyes because of this unbelievable pleasure. You scream out his name never wanting this moment to end. He keeps pounding into you and you feel his cock starting to twitch.

’’Please cum inside of me. Fill me up Billy. I beg you.’’ with that being said he can’t hold back and empties himself inside of you covering your walls with his cum . He thrusts a few more times and kisses you before laying down on top of you trying not squash you under his weight. You wrap your arms around your man stoking his back while the both of you are trying to catch your breaths.

’’Shit this was amazing you were amazing. I love you Y/n’’

’’I agree babe. I love you too Billy so much.’’ you answer him. Once Billy breathing is back to normal he is trying to remove himself from you but you won have it. You wrap your legs around him stoping him in his movement. He gives you a questioning look.

’’I’m not ready to let go of you yet. I need to feel you inside of me just a little bit longer.’’ you say and he nods understanding. He flips you over so you’re on top of him and he wraps his arms around you giving you a kiss on the head.

You caress his chest while his fingers are moving up and down your back. The both of you are laying there enjoying the silence simply being happy to be in each others embrace again.

’’I’m off the pill Billy.’’ you say and look up to him.

’’I know and it’s okay.’’ he says and smiles.

’’So you knew and you still decided against the condom?’’ you say with wide eyes. You’re surprised since the two of you never talked about children before.

’’Yes. I love you Y/n. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I never felt anything like this in my life before. You’re my endgame Y/n. I will make you Mrs. Russo one day I swear. Back to the whole condom thing. I wouldn’t mind having a little you or me running around. Whatever happens - happens. You end up pregnant I’ll be happy. If not that’s okay too. We have our whole life in font of us.’’

Saying you’re shocked is an understatement. When you met Billy 3 years ago you got to know him and learned about his way with woman. So him telling you about his feelings and that he wants to be with you - to be in a serious relationship with you came as a surprise. 

’’Babe I don’t know what to say.’’ you say trying to find the right words.

’’Forest I said something’’ he says shoving you off him trying to get off the bed but before he can you pull him back.

’’Stay Billy. Listen I want this too do you hear me. I want you William Russo , all of you. You can’t get a rid of me’’ you laugh.

’’I’m just surprised because we never talked about kids or marriage. When I met you you had a different women every time we met. I never saw you as a guy who would settle down. Now we’ve been together for 2 years. I’m happy Billy I really am. You make me happy. By the way Y/n Russo has a nice ring don’t you think?’’ you say.

’’Yes you’re right. I was quite the ladies man. Frank always takes about quality over quantity so when I really got to know you better I finally understood what he was talking about. I changed my ways for you , for us - for our future. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.’’ he says and you have to yawn.

’’Tired babygirl?’’

’’Yes you wore me out babe.’’ you say and lift the covers hoping he will get under with you.

’’Take a nap with me Billy?’’ you ask him sweetly and he lays down with you.

’’Only if I can have you again after we wake up’’ he smirks

’’As if I would deny it to you.’’ you say and cuddle into his chest. He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you and closes his eyes.

’’Night Y/n. I love you.’’

’’Nighty B. I love you too.’’ you say before drifting off to the dreamland.

[keanureevesisbae]

So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Chapter 1

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.7k

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It is finally done. I somehow finished the final edits of my newest novel. I mean, I love the book with all my heart and I do think that it’s one of the best books I’ve ever written so far, but if I have to read it one more time, I’m going to scream. In about a week, the advanced reader copies will go to the first beta readers. It’s a nerve wrecking part, but it does mean that the moment my book is going to be on the shelves, is one step closer.

To celebrate this glorious event, I decide to go my favorite cafe and edit my next YouTube video. Other people meditate, do yoga or get some exercise in to relax. For me editing is my form of relaxation.

Never in a million years would I have imagined that I would have five million subscribers. Five million people around the globe enjoy watching my vlogs, while I highly doubt I’m that interesting. Sure, I nowadays do photoshoots, some editorials and I still dance quite a lot, but besides that, I’m homebody, who writes a lot and to get out of the house, visits cafes.  

I grab my backpack and start packing my laptop, the charger and my AirPods. I’m tempted to bring my Nintendo Switch with me, so I can play some Animal Crossing (I’ve been kind of neglectful of my island, sorry Tom Nook), but I leave my Switch in its charger.

Before I leave my apartment, I take a quick selfie, to upload for my Instagram Stories. It’s just a simple mirror selfie, showing off my outfit. Since it’s pretty hot outside (it’s July tenth and London has been trapped in a very intense heatwave), I opted for some high waisted denim shorts, a simple white crop top and some matching white sneakers. I do bring a white blazer with me, since the cafe usually has its air-conditioning on and I don’t want to freeze to death.

To be honest, before I got famous on YouTube, I never was impressed with my looks, my style or my life really. I had to celebrate my twenty first birthday alone, to realize I was pretty much wasting my life. Because of the weather, my plans to travel back to my family were cancelled and when I was staring at the cupcake with one candle on it, I realized I barely had memories from my time in college and I was already in year two.

I started to document certain moments in my life, but with all the footage I had of one whole week, I could make a two minute video out of it. But everything I filmed, had to be extravagant and then I asked myself: why does it have to be extravagant to be important enough to film? I should live my own life like I’m the main character, not a side character. I should romanticize life more. All of the sudden, I began noticing how beautiful the sky would look when I went outside for a walk, how the flowers start to bloom when it’s spring and how cozy certain cafes are.

When I uploaded my first YouTube video, I barely had subscribers, but all of the sudden more than thousand people thought my life was interesting enough to watch and a whole year later, I had 200k subscribers. I always figured that it would stay around that number, but once I graduated, published a book and moved to London, my subscriber count went up with a rapid speed. My 500k subscriber hit was unbelievable, my one million subscriber hit was beyond me, but hitting five million subscribers… It’s weird and thank God I have now reached a certain plateau, because seeing my subscriber count going up with the speed that it went back in the day, scared the living shit out of me.  

Once I’m at my favorite cafe, I order a cappuccino and some vanilla cake, before I sit down and get ready for some editing. I used to spend way too much time on editing my videos, but now I finally have found a way to be more efficient.

Time ticks by. I see multiple people leave, I order some ice tea and another soda to keep hydrated and finally I take my AirPods out and put them in their case. I’ve been here for a few hours now and I maybe should leave. I don’t want to overstay my welcome here.

Before I can get up, my phone rings and I pick up when I see it’s Lacey. We met on the plane to London. She went to UCLA, but moved back to England after she was done with school. She told me about what she was going to do in London—becoming a librarian and honestly, that’s a dream—and somehow we hit it off. She was my first and only friend here in London. Of course, through her I met multiple people that I like, but I’m always a bit awkward around them, just like I’m shy around practically anyone I have never met.

‘Hi La—’

‘I have a new fling and he is having a party tonight,’ she simply interrupts me.

‘So much for a hello,’ I chuckle. ‘What fling was this again?’

‘This is the guy I met at the zoo.’ For someone who is a librarian, she meets an awful lot of guys. When I think of a librarian, I think of an older lady with a pencil skirt and grey hair in an updo, but not Lacey, who rocks short skirts like no other. She usually has a new guy every week, but the guy from the zoo… I don’t know if I remember correctly, but I think he is around for more than a week.

‘Hasn’t he been around for like two weeks?’ I ask her.

‘Yes, he is.’

‘And you aren’t tired of him yet?’ I start to pack my bag, while I clutch the phone between my ear and shoulder. ‘What was his name again?’

‘His name is Jackson and he is such a handsome guy, so you want to join us for the party? You can say no, Sandy, because this guy has parties every other week.’

‘I just finished my deadline for the new book,’ I say. ‘I think I just want to chill at home, to be honest.’

‘Totally understand. You are one a hard working woman and I know that parties can be pretty stressful for you.’ I can hear her smile through her voice. ‘I’m really proud of you for finishing that book, always remember that.’

‘Thanks, Lacey. Say hi to Jackson from me and tell him I’ll meet him soon. If he is still around then, of course.’

Lacey starts to laugh. ‘Oh, this one will be still around. I really like this guy and every morning, he sends me a good morning text, including a bad joke.’

‘That is oddly adorable.’ I wave to the barista’s as I leave the cafe. Shit, it’s hot. Like I’m stepping into an oven. Thank God I packed my white bucket hat and I put it on, to prevent my dark hair from frying my brain.

‘It is. Oh, he is calling me. Love you, doll.’

‘Love you too. Have fun tonight.’ I hang up the phone, while I move slowly through the streets of London. I’ve never really been a party type. For me it’s always a chore, never a pleasant event.

Being heavily introverted as I am, I enjoy my time reading on the couch, being by myself. Sometimes I wished I had an animal to keep me company, but my landlord is an asshole and prohibits any sort of pet. Maybe one day I can finally move out here, find myself a better place and become happy there with a nice dog.

Maybe tonight I can film my newly updated evening routine. I haven’t done that in ages and a lot has changed since the last time I did it. For a second I’m doubting my earlier decision of not going to the party with Lacey, but I shake off that thought.

Tonight I’m staying home.

As usual.

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Who needs an alarm, when the sun can wake you up, nearly blinding you in the process? I roll around in my bed and am about to drift away again, continuing the beautiful dream of me being wrapped in Henry Cavill’s thick arms on this Sunday morning, when my phone rings.

Groaning I push myself up, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I sigh deeply when I see it’s Lacey who video calls me. ‘Why on earth do you want to video chat with me?’ I ask her with a sleepy voice, still groggy from just waking up. I rub my eyes, hoping that that will wake me up. After I filmed my summer night routine, I fell fast asleep and when I look at my alarm clock, I slept a whole nine hours.

Well done, Sandy.

‘I have been trying to call you since five a.m.. Why aren’t you picking up your phone?’ Lacey asks impatiently, looking genuinely annoyed.

‘Sometimes I wonder if you even hear yourself. I was asleep at five a.m., as a normal person does.’

Lacey rolls her big doll like eyes. She actually looks like those porcelain dolls, the same ones that my creepy neighbor back home collected and put on display for the entire neighborhood to see. Blonde curls bounce around her face and for someone who partied the entire night, she actually looks really good and is way too awake. ‘I have a story for you and normally I don’t want to talk you into feeling guilty, but for this occasion I’ll make an exception.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you want to video chat with me.’

‘Just wait.’

I sit up straight in bed, placing a pillow against my back, so I can lean against the headboard. I pull my knees up to my chest, to lean my arm on. ‘Tell me, Lacey, what happened?’

‘So, I arrived at the party around eleven and Jackson was waiting for me at the door. He was being a true gentleman, kissed my cheek and when we walked inside, he kept introducing me to people, saying how at the end of the night, I was going to be his girl. To spoil the end for you: I am his girl now and we had steamy sex back at his place.’

As fantastic as that may sound for her, why does she the need to share this with me? I mean, I am happy for her that this Jackson guy is a nice guy and if she is actually going to date him, that’s great, but I don’t want to hear it. It’ll make me feel even more single.

‘Anyways, while Jackson is introducing me, I feel someone is staring at me. So I look around me, only to find one guy watching me. I try to squint you know, to see who that guy is and I think to myself: wow, that guy looks an awful lot like Henry Cavill.’

I start to chuckle. ‘How much did you have to drink at that moment?’

‘None, totally sober. Jackson pulls me with him and eventually introduces me to his friend Henry Cavill.’

Oh my God, I think I forgot how to breath. ‘You are telling me that the guy who you met at the zoo, who is probably more than just a fling to you and threw a party last night, is friends with the Henry Cavill?’

‘The same Henry Cavill you refuse to follow on Instagram, because you can’t handle that much gorgeousness on your feed.’

No need to attack me like that, I think to myself. I just woke up and was hit with the realization that I could’ve met Henry Cavill last night, but I didn’t want to go to a party. Tip for next time: always say yes when this Jackson guy is throwing a party.

‘Moving on with the story, Henry—yes, I’m on a first name basis with him—kept gawking at me and finally he asked me if we knew each other. I shrugged, telling him how I’m just a simple librarian, that usually doesn’t mingle with hot celebrities. Later on, I don’t know how exactly Jackson, Henry and I got to that topic, but I casually said something along the lines of that I’m friends with the Sandy Choi. Henry nearly loses all the color in his face and Jackson starts to laugh his ass off.’

Where is this story going? What the hell is going on?

Lacey starts to laugh out loud and manages to add: ‘Jackson tells me that mister Henry Cavill is a huge fan of yours and literally drops everything whenever you post a new video and how he had an almost heart attack when you mentioned him in your July first vlog. According to Jackson, he has been questioning your comment saying that you haven’t had your fair share of Henry Cavill today ever since.’

This isn’t happening. This honestly can’t be happening right now. Lacey is totally messing with me. ‘Sure.’

‘I can see you are questioning my fantastic story, so let me show you this then.’ She shares her screen with me and shows me a picture of her, this Jackson fella and Henry fucking Cavill, looking insanely handsome as he usually does. His hair is slightly growing out, revealing some lovely curls of his and he is wearing a white blouse. The buttons are hanging on for dear life. I’m mentally kicking myself. Why didn’t I go to this party? I mean, I would’ve probably embarrassed myself, but still: I could’ve admired him from a far. In real life.

Lacey stops sharing her screen with me and smiles widely in the camera. ‘And Jackson mentioned something about pressuring him into following you on Instagram and sliding into your DM’s, but mister Cavill is petrified of doing such thing, so… I decided to give him your number and I think he already texted you.’

I swipe the video chat away, while I start looking through my Whatsapp chats. I see I have some messages from my manager, my editor, my dad and an unknown number.

‘Did he text you?’

I click on the chat, ignore what it says and press on his profile picture. ‘It’s him,’ I say. ‘It’s really him.’ I admire the photo for a second. His thick and strong arms wrapped around his dog. God, I was dreaming about something like that just minutes ago and now all of the sudden, he has my number?

‘What did he write?’

I check the chat and see that the man wrote a paragraph, instead of multiple tiny texts. That is absolutely adorable.

‘I can see you and your grin,’ Lacey says, reminding me that I might’ve swiped away the video chat, she can indeed still see me. ‘Come on, Sandy, read it to me. I deserve to know what he wrote, since I’m the reason he has your number and texted you in the first place.’

She has a valid point and to be fair, I’d probably share it with her anyways. Best to do it now. ‘Hi Sandy, I swear I’m not a creepy stalker. I’m Henry Cavill and I met your friend Lacey at the party last night. She was kind enough to give me your number. I have no idea what she told you about last night, but I just wanted to let you know that your vlogs really help me to get through my days and that you are truly an inspiration to all young people out there.’

‘This is legit the cutest thing that has ever happened!’ Lacey squeals.

Though I agree, I keep staring at the text. This is what he thinks of me? He thinks I’m an inspiration to all young people out there? My videos help him through his day? ‘I’m going to hang up,’ I say to Lacey, ‘and figure out what to text him back.’

‘Wait,’ she says, ‘you’re not going to tell me what you texted back to Henry fucking Cavill?’

I pull up our video conversation again and shake my head. ‘No, I’m not. Thank you for giving him my number, Lacey, but please don’t make a habit out of it. Thank you. Love you. Bye.’

Before I can hear what she has to say, I hang up on her and look at his text again. My heartbeat is finally normalizing again, though my palms are still sweaty. I need to text him back, because that is a polite thing to do.

But what do I text back to a man like him, especially after he told me such a nice and lovely things? I mean, how do I top that? I can tell him the things I told Lacey whenever we would watch something that he starred in. I could say that I thought he was hot in the Witcher or that they should’ve included shirtless scenes of him in Mission Impossible. I could—

Oh my God, he is online!

I nearly die of panic, throwing my phone away from me on the bed. Maybe hanging up on Lacey was the dumbest thing I could’ve done. I need her help. She knows what she could say to him.

Lord knows how long I’m thinking about a response and I know that I should text him back. I finally wrote something and before I can regret it, I press send.

Sandy: Hi, Lacey indeed told me about last night. I honestly can’t believe that you watch my vlogs and that they help you get through your days. Hearing kind words like these from any subscriber honestly means the world to me 😊

And now we wait. He wasn’t online when I pressed send, so I probably won’t get an answer from him any ti—

Ping.

He already answered? Oh no, no, no, I have to let this moment sink in for a second. He can’t already texted me back. Please, let this be my mother, telling me I need to take my cod liver oil, please let this be her.

Henry Cavill: Do I want to know what she told you?

This sounds cheeky, I can handle cheeky. I can answer to this. I’m an adult woman, who is just texting with someone who is a fan. I can handle fan encounters.

Sort of.

Besides, I can think about the right response, so this is only in my advantage.

Sandy: Just that you are a big fan of my vlogs and drop everything when I post a new video.

Henry Cavill: Right, that’s not too bad, I guess.

Sandy: And that according to your friend Jackson, you almost had a heart attack when I mentioned you in my vlog and you have been questioning my fair share of Henry Cavill of today comment.

Henry Cavill: Great…

Sandy: It’s kind of flattering to be totally honest with you.

Henry Cavill: I’m just dying of embarrassment, give me a minute.

I can’t help but to chuckle. It’s weird, that I’m actually talking to Henry Cavill right now. Who would’ve ever thought that that would happen to me? I decide not to share the Instagram and sliding into my DM’s story that Lacey shared with me.

Sandy: I hope that Lacey haven’t told any embarrassing stories about me.

Henry Cavill: Just that you went to Mission Impossible: Fall Out three times in the cinema and that you commented all those three times that there wasn’t enough of me in it.

Okay, now it’s my turn to die of embarrassment. I feel like he is sparing me the need to fall into a deep hole of embarrassment, since he doesn’t mention Lacey adding to it that there wasn’t enough ass and the lack of shirtlessness on his part, because I said that all those three times as well. I know my friend and I know that she told him that.

Sandy: Right… I’m sorry.

Henry Cavill: It was pretty flattering and good for my ego 😉

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Henry—yes I’m on a first name basis with him now as well, but I have yet to change his name in my phone—and his texts have caused tiny disasters around my apartment.

I burned my pancakes, because he kept distracting me with texts, causing the fire alarm to go off. Because I wanted to shut the thing up, I had to stand on a chair, but my brain was still with those texts, so I nearly broke my neck when I fell off it.

While I was filling the kettle with water, I forgot the tap was still running, causing the thing to overflow with water. I stubbed my toe not once, not twice, but three times on the same table leg.

But despite that, talking to Henry has been such a nice thing all morning and the first half of the afternoon. He keeps on complimenting me on my editing, saying what his favorite moments are in my vlogs, while I on my term share about the favorite moments of his interviews, his movies. It’s obvious that we are fans of one another, so having it out in the open, doesn’t feel weird or uncomfortable.

But nothing prepares me for his latest text.

Henry Cavill: I’m going out for a walk with Kal, since it’s cooling down now. You want to join us?

I know I should answer him and I should answer him now, but I keep pacing around my living room. Going out with him on a walk, means talking to him. Like using my vocal cords to communicate with him, talking to him. Am I ready for that? What if I disappoint? I’m probably going to disappoint.

I take a deep breath. You didn’t went to the party last night, so you should go now, Sandy, I tell myself. You can do it. He is inviting you, meaning he wants to hang out with you. That is a good sign.

Sandy: Sure, I just need to get ready. I think I’m ready in about thirty minutes.

Henry Cavill: I’ll share my location, so you know where to go to, okay?

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Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers, LONG ass chapter.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, The Angry Dandelion

Chapter 3:In Conclusion, This Day Was...

Masterlist \(￣︶￣*\))

4: Welcome to The Neighborhood

The salty breeze caressed (Y/N) face in a wavy motion mixing with the relaxing sound of waves crashing down the coastline. Along with her steady and calm breathing, those were the only things she could perceive in the endless darkness flooding her eyes.

‘A dream?’

Suddenly, her eyelids started to flutter little by little showing her a pretty familiar scenery. A long and meandering trail lay was in front of her, surrounded by the expanse of an endless blue sea. An old wood railing was the only thing shielding (Y/N) from a deadly fall to the humongous rocks nested around the rocky and long structure.

‘Cape Kamui? Again? Why do I keep dreaming of this place?! I haven’t been here in years! Do I miss my old home so much that my brain continues to bring me here? But, it looks so real…’

All of sudden, with the corner of her eye (Y/N) caught the silhouette of someone in the distance, they were with their back turned to her looking at the scenery without a care. That right there was new. This had become a recurrent dream since she moved, but in all the other occasions (Y/N) was there by her own, not a single soul was there, and now an unknown presence awaited ahead.

‘Should I talk to them? Well, I guess is worthed a try.’

With vacillating steps, (Y/N) walked forward to the mysterious entity, as she started to move along the slightly narrow path. Suddenly the wind became more and more agitated as she advanced, her hair moved haphazardly blocking her view frequently. Soon walking became more difficult forcing her to stay still, tightly gripping the railing. The blue and clear sky over her became gray and clouded.

‘What the hell?! Maybe if I try to-’

“E-Excuse me!” You shouted. “Do you know what is happening? I-I haven’t seen you here before! Do I-do I know you?!”

The inexplicable being seen to haven’t noticed (Y/N)'s attempts to make contact, but now she could catch a certain detail that had ignored before while trying to keep herself steady in the implacable bursts. The perimeter around this enigmatic character remained intact the whole time, even the portion of sky over them lingered cloudless and immaculate. The breeze swayed delicately what at your current distance seems to be a white sundress.

‘So, it’s a girl’

Abruptly a blaring sound started to resonate in (Y/N) head, she tried to cover her ears with her hands to no avail. Gradually her vision began to blur and a heavy sensation of falling invaded her body. Unexpectedly everything became black until-

“OUCH!!”

Once again, (Y/N)’s world took a 180-degree change of scenery, a more uncomfortable and painful one per se. There she laid on her bedroom floor, upside down, hair scattered, ungracefully contorted with her legs dangling over her head in something similar to a pretty messy plow yoga position.

(Y/N) blinked still sleepy and confused trying to remember what was going on before she ended up like this, but unfortunately, her abrupt awakening seen to had blurred her memory. All of sudden (Y/N) was brought back from her stirred thoughts as a soft knock was heard on her door.

“Honey are you-oh my! What happened to you?!” (Y/N) mother quacked as she entered your room, her face contorted in concern. “Here, let me help you, darling, I don’t think that position could be good for your back”

“O-Ok, thanks”

After her mother helped her to stand up again, (Y/N) decided to take a quick shower to relax and clear her mind. Now, more awaken and changed in her uniform she was sitting in her vanity stool absentmindedly brushing her hair trying to recall what kind of dream she had last night.

“It will be best if I stop to think about that, I’m gonna get a migraine, it was just a dream, no biggie.”

Once detangled, (Y/N) proceed to think how she would like to style her hair or just use it loose as always. “I don’t want to tie it but I want something different.” Instantly a bulb lighted up over her head, from one of the front drawers she took out a thin light blue ribbon. She put it around her head like a headband and knot it in a little bow at the side of her head.

Content with her simple but cute look she took her already packed bag and proceeded to go downstairs to have breakfast. In her way to the first floor, (Y/N) caught the aroma of fresh pancakes and coffee.

“Smells good!” (Y/N) excitedly exclaimed once she spotted her mom coming out of the kitchen with a stack of pancakes and a bottle a maple syrup to place them on the table.

“I’m glad you think so! I put some chocolate chips in the batter just like you like it!”

“You are the best mom!~”

“Oh, darling I know it. Now sit down and eat you have to leave to soon” (Y/N) did as her mother said, who shortly joined her with her morning coffee on hand. Both of them thanked for the food and dug in.

“Oh, now that I remember! Yesterday I met our next-door neighbor!” (Y/N)’s mom chimed happily.

“Oh really? What did you talk about?”

“Oh, she was really nice and chatty! Her name is Mitsuki but I don’t remember her last name, was it, Bai? Bandai? Bando? Oh, this terrible memory of mine is getting worse and worse every day!” (Y/N)’s mom complained.

“It’s funny that we’ve already met all our close neighbors but them. It’s weird if you think about it.”

“I guess so, she also said that she has a son your age that also attends Aldera Junior High! Maybe you could start going to school together and become friends! Probably he’s as nice as his mom.”

“Hmm probably” (Y/N) said mind absently. “Hey, mom…” She whispered while putting down her cutlery. “Did-did the doctor answered something about- you know…”

Akari paused her fork holding a piece of pancake in mid-air in front of her open mouth, shock spread all over her face. She quickly composed herself and cleared her throat. “He told us it was a long process, you know a lot of tests, blood works, scans and so… he told us not to worry too much, all the necessary requirements were successfully fulfilled. Don’t worry darling, everything would be ok; we have to be faithful.” (Y/N)’s mom reassured her as she squeezed her hand.

“I know but, I’m just… scared.”

“I know baby, I know.”

🏫🚲🏃🏻‍♀️

“I’m leaving now mom!” (Y/N) exclaimed from the front door as she put on her shoes at the genkan. “Alright, sweetie! Are you bringing your bento? Your handkerchief? Your pencil-case? Your toothbrush? Your phone? Your pouch with all your ‘lady necessities’?

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.”

“Ok! Please take care and if anything happens call me immediately and I’ll go to pick you up. I have a meeting with a potential meat and seafood distributor for the new restaurant today but I’ll have my phone with me all the time at full volume.”

“Alright mom! Ittekimasu!”

"Itterasshai darling!"

After locking the door and taking her bike (Y/N) exited her house through the short gate door at the front, but stopped midway when her ears caught what sounded like a heated discussion next door, but the loud argument wasn’t the problem, it was one of the voices involved; an annoying, loud and really familiar voice to be exact.

‘No way…’

“I’m warning you Katsuki! Take your fucking lunch or I’ll personally deliver it to you, at school, in your classroom, in front of all of your classmates!”

“You wouldn’t dare old hag!”

“Oh, but I would! I didn’t wake up at fucking five in the morning to make a bento that you’ll refuse to eat! Now take it!”

“Piss off!”

*SLAP!*

“Don’t hit me old hag! I’ll kill you!”

“Don't you dare to talk to your mother like that you ungrateful brat!”

‘Nice my ass! What made my mom thought that this woman could be nice in the first place?! She’s shouting at her son in the middle of the street like a madwoman at 7:30 in the morning because he doesn't want his bento?! What is this?! Crazy Town?!’

“I already told you a thousand fucking times to stop making this shitty bentos! I’m not seven anymore! Not my problem that you are an old hag that can’t remember shit!

“What did you say?!’

“You heard me!”

‘I was lucky yesterday because I left earlier and he must walk to school so the chances to run into him were slim. Damn! Now I’m gonna have to wake up earlier to avoid him?! Fuck you, Bakugou! Why in heaven did he have to live next door?! Now I understand why the house was cheaper than it should have, the realtor said the former owner had trouble selling it because of the size and the prize, hah! What a joke.’

“Enough of this, I have to go before he notices me, I can get ahead faster so I won’t see him until I get to the class. Yes! Now all I have to do is walk away really slowly-”

(Y/N) put her escape plan in action immediately, moving as fast and quietly as she could even lifting the bike a little bit so the sound of the chain wouldn’t forewarn them of her presence. After a short but cumbersome trail, 2 houses away from hers (Y/N) hopped on her bike more than ready to cycle with all her might directly to the school when another voice resounded at the distance.

“(Y/N)! You forgot the bag with your P.E uniform!” Exclaimed Akari while she held the said bag for (Y/N) to see it clearly.

‘FUCK! No! No! Calm down just take the stupid bag and run! Yes! You can do it!’

(Y/N) pedaled at high speed towards her mother with an only goal in mind, ‘retrieve and flee’ Just a little bit more and she could make a clean escape. Just two feet more!

Putting all her skills on display (Y/N) did her best to balance herself on the bike with only one hand on the rudder while she extended her right hand as much as she could, ready to snatch the bag and leave for dear life.

‘Just a few inches more! Yes! You can do it! Just keep pedaling! Just keep!-’

“Oh! Akari-san! I thought I heard your voice!” Mitsuki beamed as she leaned out of her house entrance while she dragged her temperamental scion by the ear.

‘Son of a biscuit!’

“Let me go you shitty hag!”

“Watch your damn language brat! Can’t you see our lovely neighbors are here too!”

“Like I care for those extras! Let me go! I’ll be fucking late!”

*SMACK!*

“Stop with the fucking hitting!”

“Stop screaming!”

“You stop screaming!”

“Oh, isn’t this neighborhood lively, darling?~” Chimed Akari smiling amusedly at the scene in front of her.

“Aha…” (Y/N) petrified by her side, all willing to live left her body already.

‘I hate my life…’

“Oh! Bakugou!” Said Akari while she bumped the side of her fist over her open palm “Mitsuki-san’s last name is Bakugou!”

“And why couldn't you ‘ve remembered this important piece of information, I don’t know, like thirty-five minutes ago mother?” (Y/N) groaned.

“Oh, you know I’ve always had a bad memory, but I always end up remembering everything at the right time” Akari giggled. (Y/N) simply sighed for the umpteenth time that morning.

‘I’m exhausted already’

After a couple of minutes of bickering, the interesting ‘shoutversation’ mother and son had come to a halt when Mrs. Bakugou strongly hit her son’s head pushing it down in a bow like position.

“Oh, Akari-san! I’m so ashamed that you had to witness this! Katsuki can be a handful sometimes!” Said the blond woman with a dismayed expression.

'Just sometimes?'

“Oh, don’t worry!” Said (Y/N)’s mom waving her hand dismissively. “Teens are usually more temperamental, especially at this age. (Y/N) is not always a ray of sunshine, you know how hormones are.

“Mom!” (Y/N) exclaimed embarrassed, making the older blonde’s attention go from her mom to her, acknowledging her presence. The female Bakugou’s expression went from pensive to surprised, to excited to hopeful all in a matter of five seconds.

“Oh my! you must be (Y/N)-chan! Your mother has told me a lot about you! I’m Bakugou Mitsuki, but you can call me Mitsuki! This is my son, Katsuki! He goes to the same school as you! Katsuki say ‘hi’!” Said Mitsuki with a cheery voice.

*UNINTELLIGIBLE GRUMBLES*

“I SAID SAY ‘HI’ KATSUKI!!”

“OH MY FUCKING-! Hi or whatever!” sneered the seething blond.

“Umm… hi…” After her court response Katsuki seemed to tense slightly, like he just fogured out something. He then slowly rose his head and his wide, bloodshot eyes met (Y/N)’s unfazed yet irritated ones.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE THIEF BITCH?!”

*SLAP! x3*

“KATSUKI YOU DISGRACEFUL PUNK! APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT!”

“Make me old hag!!!”

*SLAP! x6*

“So help me Katsuki! I will take away all of your phone, Wi-Fi, and PS privileges!”

“I wanna see you try!  And why should I apologize?! This shitty thief used her fucking quirk on me yesterday! If anyone should apologize, it's her!”

“Ha! Knowing you, you must have deserved it for sure!”

“Da fuck?!”

“I told you to stop with the fucking swearing!”

“You stop with the fucking swearing!”

‘Oh God help us all’

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

What Humans Are Doing To Pepe Le Pew, Is Added To My Semi-Misanthrope

okay I don’t think I wanted to believe it, but I’m still in the middle of watching the video this video --> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUpm9M45O_s

I’m watching it on the Xbox In the living room, but I just had to pause it and sign on to tumblr to talk about my feelings. 

I was watching some movies before that,

that has a crossover of live action and animation.

I love movies that has crossovers of the real world and cartoon world.

even if Pepe comes on a bit strong to women, maybe both toon and non-toon.

he isn’t as bad as some humans in real life, who have done far worse.

and if it is true that Johnny Bravo will be next, then I will have another thing to add to my Semi-Misanthropy.

I still like humanity, just not when they do stupid and insensitive disgusting things like what they are trying to do to Pepe Le Pew.

lucky there are some humans that know better and those are the ones that I still don’t find disgusting and doing that disgusting act on Pepe.

who by the way is a TOON, not a human.

even if he and some toons like him are “human on the inside”

they are Anthropomorphic.

even if some years decades back, there were such offensive cartoons

that are known as the Banned Cartoons.

but you can’t just mix them in with toons like Pepe Le Pew or even Johnny Bravo.

if the cartoon Johnny Bravo gets hurt in anyway by those so called women,

who think they are helping women by cancelling Johnny Bravo,

their not, and Johnny Bravo might be many things, but at least he doesn’t try to “hurt” women like most attackers do in real life.

  yeah both Pepe and Bravo flirt, and kiss the toon females in their cartoons,

BUT they do not cross the line into what some disgusting humans do in real life.

so don’t go and blame those self proclaim gift to women/adorkable toon romeos, for how some humans act in real life.

  also please read this too -->  https://www.nbcnews.com/pop-culture/movies/pep-le-pew-scene-removed-space-jam-sequel-actor-says-n1260282

but make sure to watch the video link first.

I have it on pause right now, and I’m still watching it, and I plan to check out the other videos that talk about what is happening to Pepe Le Pew.

then after that, I might just play Bendy And The Ink Machine.

if they wanted to change Pepe, they could of had Pepe end up in some kind of scene where he sings about how he only has eyes for Penelope,

and him ending up not flirting with every pretty face after they started to meet up again, and Pepe gets the realization that he is truly in love with Penelope.

but instead of doing that, they just decide to cut him out.

my fighting for Pepe has nothing to do with my heritage,

like my 23rd Great-Grandfather Philip being from France,

and well he was a very important person back in his time.

but like I said, my fighting for Pepe has nothing to do with one of my heritages.

Pepe deserves better, he is a Toon that should have some rights,

even if he and other toons are fictional, he shouldn’t be cut out of the movie.

 and it seems Warner Bros wont have Pepe appear in anymore future projects  

even if Penelope got a restraining order on Pepe,

for him touching others without their consent, it doesn’t mean he did what most humans have done in real life.

touching, could imply the kissing and touching of the arm or hugging,

not the forbidden zone, he ain’t No Holli Would.

if we want toons to be modernize, don’t just kill them off.

in one of the Looney Tunes Shows, where that new character Tina appeared in,

who I happen to like has Daffy’s new love interest.

Speedy ran his own restaurant and even had a dance studio where he taught other people dancing, he did thought Bugs was a real lady when Bugs was in disguise.

and Pepe he was helping plan Lola and Bugs’s wedding, and he was apparently married many times himself.

yes I can agree that Pepe can be a bit forceful in his smitten affections,

as well as him not being able to take a no for a answer.

plus if you watched any re-run of his cartoons,

you will see that he gets his karma by the shoe being on the other foot,

and he becomes the scared and running away from the lovesick female cat.

so how come no one is fighting for Pepe when he ends up being the one who tries to get away from the lovesick female...?

he wasn’t the only one who locked the door so the one he was trying to chase after couldn’t escape.

if you watch one of the re-run cartoons that has that episode,

it is the female cat who locks the door so Pepe couldn’t escape.

so how come Pepe when he ends up in the shoes/place of the females he tries to win the love of (even if it is in the wrong way) he doesn’t get people who tell him it’s okay, and he isn’t the only guy who went through such a terrible thing?

I don’t believe that Looney Tunes would go so far in their show of aggressive affection.

Pepe and Johnny might be many things, like not being able to take a No,

and tend to hug or kiss gals without consent,

but they are not the “R” word.

if toons have to get modernize, they shouldn’t be hurt like how Pepe is being hurt right now.

some cartoons aren’t for kids, and it should be the parents or guardians responsibility to keep the kids from seeing mature cartoons, or some mature live action/cartoon crossover type movies with mature themes in them,

until they are the proper ages to watch them.

I also want to say that I hope that someday the Cartoon Network’s name

is changed to “Warnertoon Network” because technically the Cartoon Network is linked to Warner Bros.

there is a old short, that is even shown on Youtube,

that shows Johnny Bravo having some form of attraction to Samurai Jack.

even if it could show some form of proof that Johnny isn’t as hetero as he appears in his cartoons, and his interaction with Jack shows that he might be either bi or pan, but not realize it.

it might not truly stop Johnny being the next victim.

I am not a feminist or feminism, even if there are some positive groups that are still fighting for women and girls rights.

I rather be a part of a Androgyny side, it could still fight for Feminine.

but it can be a group for both Female, Male, Andro-Agender, Gyno-Agender, Agender, any form of Binary and Non-Binary.

yes there can still be jerk guys who still think girls are beneath them.

but a guy should only feel that way, if the said girls are being sexist jerks,

and the same goes for girls who are treated the same way, if a guy is being a sexist jerk, then try not to give them power to treat you that way.

even if I know there can be good people in this world,

like friends, family and others.

I can’t agree with what is happening with Pepe Le Pew,

I feel it is wrong and if they have to change Pepe for the modern times,

it should show in Space Jam 2 Movie, that after meeting with Penelope again,

and he finds himself not hitting on other females, because he comes to the realization that he is truly in love with her,

and doesn’t want anyone else but her.

characters do evolve and change over time,

some still stay the same but can still be a bit different.

if they did have a musical in Space Jam 2,

it would have Pepe Le Pew singing about how much he loves Penelope,

and how he no longer wants to chase any other girl

but her from now on.

even if it is still good to fight for rights for women, but Pepe isn’t a monster.

he might kiss and hug without consent, but he would NEVER cross the line.

even if some cartoon episodes might give the misinterpretation he would.

also even if I do have a Semi-Androphobia, I know that not all guys are bad or dangerous, and some can be safe to be around.

plus there can be some guys who have Gynophobia,

which could be caused by different reasons,

one of which could have to do with being a victim of unwanted forbidden zone advances.

and even Mr. Max Landis did do such a disgusting thing,

Pepe should not be some form of scapegoat, 

or be blamed for that disgusting human’s actions.

like I said, Pepe Le Pew and Johnny Bravo might be many things,

but they would NEVER cross the line,

and do what that Shisno Landis  did.

no matter what bio-sex or gender identity you are,

if you believe that Pepe is being wrong, that I hope you can agree that what is happening to him isn’t right.

Pepe might think he can flirt or hug and kiss other gals without their consent,

and think they will fall for him, but he would never do what that Shisno did.

Shisno is of course from Red Vs Blue, and is what A.I. and Robots

call Humans, or in other words, what Organics are called.

even if Tali from Mass Effect does have her positive side,

and she does end up forming some type of friendship with Legion in one of the game timelines.

when she doesn’t form a friendship with Legion or starts to finally realize

that her people did the geth wrong.

she stays a dirty dirty shisno.

at least some quarians didn’t try to destroy the geth,

and wanted to help them, those quarians that did try to help the geth,

aren’t dirty shisno. but those quarians in the past were met with a bad end when they did try to help and protect the geth.

even if I haven’t been able to beat the Mass Effect 3 yet,

I know the info from reading or watching clips about it.

I hope that someone makes a petition to save Pepe and put him back in the Space Jam 2 Movie, and maybe have Pepe realize he wants no other woman in his life but Penelope, maybe even have Penelope realize the same thing too.

I know that there is a possibility by the time the movie is fully finished,

Pepe might still be out of it, which isn’t fair and should be fixed.

Pepe is a bit aggressive in his flirting, but he isn’t a monster like some humans are in real life.

if ya want to change Pepe a bit, to make him less how he was in his older cartoons, then make it so that he at least gets a slap or takes one No for answer.

Pepe acting the way he does, could mirror how Johnny Bravo acts, but a big differently.

yes Pepe is suppose to be French, but who he is wouldn’t have to do with his heritage, he is flirty and can take his flirting in the wrong direction.

but he is not a monster who would hurt the females he tries to win the love of,

if someone says that in some non-canon work that has Pepe in it,

it would NOT be canon to the canon Pepe.

 Pepe being the way he is, would have to do with the person he is on the inside,

not because of where he comes from.

if we want to save Pepe Le Pew, then how he ends up chasing women,

can be changed a bit when he finally take the first or few signs of no,

as  sign that he needs to stop, or his flirting can be played down a bit,

so it doesn’t get misinterpreted as being something that would cross the line to the forbidden zone.

I know that not everyone will see reason or try to understand that Pepe Le Pew,

might be a bit aggressive when he falls in love, or becomes attracted to someone that he believes he is in love with, but really he might not of truly have fallen in love before.

Pepe could have have his character developed a bit more

so he doesn’t get misinterpreted as one of the dangerous men/women that are seen in real life.       

yes I am counting the women too, because there are some who are just as bad as men.

and yes as the title shows, what is happening with Pepe Le Pew,

is something that I have mentally added to my reasons to dislike humanity.

even if I still have some love for humanity,

it is what Pepe Le Pew that I just can’t stand.

if Pepe has to get rebooted to save him from the metaphorical dip,

which is because of the different reasons he is cut from the Space Jam 2 Movie, then I would be for Pepe’s character being rebooted if it saves him.

if they do reboot him a bit, but still have him be a flirt, they could make it so that he does take a No for answer, but would just do friendly flirts from time to time

but not cross the uncomfortable line.

they could even have his Nationally Changed a bit,

like him being American, but having French heritage.

I mean I am from America, but I do have French heritage,

sadly I can’t speak the language and might only know a few words.

I got a few other different heritages too...

but I strongly believe that Pepe Henri Le Pew, deserves better.

and if rebooting him saves him from being no longer used by a Warner Brothers and keeps humans from misinterpreting him, because of how he is as a person on the inside, then I am for him rebooting him if it means he can be back on the Space Jam 2 Movie.

how some people act wouldn’t have to do with where they come from,

it would have to do with the person they are on the inside.

and I hope some of you understand that and don’t misunderstand.

I want to believe there can be hope for Pepe Henri Le Pew,

that if he does end up back in the movie, those who work on the movie

will point out they will change Pepe a bit, and make it so that he doesn’t flirt the same way he had done in the past, and will fall in love in the movie and no longer have eyes on anyone but who he has fallen for.

once more Pepe should not be blamed for what some shisno guy did,

and if he is causing misunderstandings of any kind,

just reboot him and make it so he flirts but he does take a no, and even does friendly flirts without crossing the line of no touching like hugging or kisses without the consent.

consent is very important, and I still think Pepe’s old cartoon where in the end

he ends up being the one who becomes the runner while the female cat ends up chasing him, should be mention.

Pepe might be the type that is desperate for romantic love but never truly fell in love and only felt attraction.

and he just goes about it the wrong way, but if he never truly crossed the forbidden zone line, that would mean that Pepe would have some form of

Moral Compass where he knows there are some actions he would not take to try to win the heart of those he chases.

he might cross the line of hugging and kissing and unwanted cuddles,

but I don’t believe he would cross to the forbidden zone line, where it goes beyond hugs, kisses and cuddles.

Put Pepe Le Pew back in the Space Jam 2 Movie,

but make sure there is info saying that his character will be changed a bit,

to be less aggressive in his flirting, and he has learn to take No for answer,

and his flirting has transformed into friendly flirting, and he no longer kisses or hugs a woman without her consent.

I can only hope some other fans of Looney Tunes, feel the same and will speak out about it.

if they go after Fifi too, then that would be another line crossed,

yeah she can be a bit aggressive when chasing after boys,

but she does seem to have a love interest in Hampton, who likes her back.

but she wouldn’t cross the line either.

I need to grab something to eat, I’m still gonna finish watching that video.

once more even though I am Semi-Misanthrope,

I still have humans that I still care about and I know that not all humans

are the same and wouldn’t just place the blame solely on Pepe.

and I really do hope he lets back in the movie before it’s fully finished,

and his character gets changed a little bit, so he comes off as a friendly flirt

that has learn to take No for answer.

Pepe and Johnny might take their flirting over the line at times,

but they would never cross the gross and physically harmful line,

where it would cause the person to become scared of either a man or woman that did harm to them.

the sooner humans learn this, I think the better it will be for all toonkind in the cartoons we love, both in shows, movies, video games and comics.

even if they are just fictional, even those like Pepe Le Pew and Johnny Bravo,

should have some form of justice.

see ya later and stay safe everybody.

I’m gonna go grab something to eat now, and continue watching that video

that talks about Pepe Le Pew. 

[lonelypond]

Soldier Game: Operation LA Smile, Ch. 2

NicoMaki, Love Live, 1.7K, 2/?

Summary: Maki flees the scene, Eli meets Nozomi, Umi amuses herself, Hanayo makes an appearance, and Nico decides on a distraction.

Chapter Two: Party Planning

Maki, not yet awake enough to open her eyes, pushed into something warm, firm, feeling herself relax, and then the images started playing behind her eyes, Yazawa so close, hands everywhere, asking, then taking over, then...Maki froze. If she opened her eyes now, what kind of look would be on Nico’s face. Best just to pretend to be asleep.

Pretend or not, the next time Maki was aware of anything, she felt colder. A quick sneak peek. No Nico. Wrapping the towel around her, Maki sprinted for the door, almost tripping over the weight she now had to shove aside. The hall, which way to the Soldier Game temporary office? To the left, Maki turned, and there was Umi, smirking, calmly waiting to see what Maki would do next.

Maki pulled the towel completely closed around her, hurrying past this obstacle. “I just need my go bag.”

“Rough workout?” Umi’s teasing voice always grated, “Need a shower?”

“Bite me.”

“Is there a line?”

Maki whirled, snarling, “I am so breaking you next time we spar.”

Umi shrugged, “That will never happen.”

“Oh it will. You can bet on it.”

“But I won’t.”

Maki didn’t have the mental energy for Umi in taunting mode. Most of her attention was listening for Nico’s voice so she could sprint away before Nico stepped into the hall.

“See you at dinner. Bring a friend.” Umi smiled.

“I’ll be in my hotel. Alone.” That was the rest of her evening. Every scented candle in Tokyo lit, lights low, music calming, soaking off this surprise encounter, forgetting what Nico smelled like when sweat and sex steamed off of her, long, lush, black hair slick, Maki’s legs were starting to wobble and if she didn’t get away soon...not thinking about that, Maki straightened herself up...ha! Inner Maki snorted, good luck with that...and rushed toward more clothes than this barely clinging bikini bottom.

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Ayase Eli was sharp, trim, on task and on time. Her suit was pressed, her hair in a high ponytail, her agenda to the point after a series of revisions. She didn’t need directions to the office assigned for her official meeting with Tojo-san. Eli was here to be the public face of Soldier Game, bringing together her friends to use their celebrity cachet to boost Japanese tourism, which had taken a huge hit due to the coronavirus pandemic and panic. Even with the advances in treatment and prophylactic treatments, with no vaccine, air traffic to Asia from the United States and Europe had suffered huge declines. And then there was the more important Soldier Game mission, ensure delivery to an underground biohacker network of biological data camouflaged by the designers of Feather Smile. The mission would start with a two week quarantine and reconnaissance in the hills of Malibu while their Hollywood contact Kousaka Honoka finalized photoshoot and filming details.

This was the office. Eli knocked politely and heard a trilled, breathy “Come in.” She opened the door and behind the desk, leaning forward, elbows on the desk, chin cupped in her hands, green eyes confident and friendly was a tall buxom woman in a floral dress and dark blazer combo.

“Tojo-san? I’m Ayase Eli.”

“Call me Nozomi.” There was a giggle, “I recognize you from the snaps in your file.”

“Of course.” Eli bowed her head.

“Please take a seat, Ayase-san. Umi has been sharing details of your procedures and requirements so some of the groundwork has been done.”

Eli nodded, “Before we get into that, may I ask who you work for?”

Nozomi chuckled, “You can certainly ask, although I can’t share all the details with you. It’s a governmental subdivision focused on international relations.”

“And you requested Soldier Game because…”

Nozomi leaned back, eyes narrowing, voice crisper, “I intend to take advantage of the male tendency to dismiss attractive women as anything but prey. My contact needs this information and my usual couriers would be at risk. We need a diversion.” A pause and a bright smile, “How’re your tan lines?”

“Huh?” Eli saw why Umi had noted that conversations with Tojo-san could quickly become unpredictable.

“FeatherSmile has decided on a beach and boxing theme.”

“And FeatherSmile is involved because…?” Eli hadn’t really paid that much attention to the dossier on the designers.

“They have the skills and technology I need for this mission. Surely you’re not planning to underestimate them, Ayase-san?” Nozomi arched an eyebrow to judgy.

Eli blushed slightly, “No, this is just very high profile. I’m wary of the risk to our covers. I want to be certain everyone involved is a professional.”

Nozomi stared at Eli for an uncomfortable length of time and then giggled, “Just smile and look pretty and make sure nobody shoots the talent. We’ll take care of the rest.”

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Kotori was humming as she worked on a dress. Nico shut the door to their atelier and threw herself on the divan.

“I think we should design and cut the whole collection during the two week quarantine.” Nico announced.

Kotori took her foot off the foot control pedal of her sewing machine and spun her stool around.

“It gives us more time to prep the fabric and make some contingency plans.” Nico seemed fascinated by the floor, her voice disinterested.

“Did something happen?” This Nico mood was rare and difficult to read so Kotori was very very curious.

“Things always happen, but Nico has it under control.” Nico waved her hands before flipping on her back, staring at the ceiling, “But a behind the scenes video would be a big FeatherSmile boost, especially with eye candy like that around.”

“Eye candy?” Kotori raised an eyebrow, “That sounds a bit…” Kotori paused, “predatory for you, Nico. Are we over the sexual harassment policy now? No more lectures?”

“Hey if,” Nico squeaked, winced and tried again. “Hey, if they want to wander around saying, “woo hoo, look at me, I am surface-of-the-sun hot”, Nico is going to take them at their consenting adult status.”

“Who is them, Nico?” Kotori asked quietly as she went back to the dress. Nico had to be edged into truths, not stared into them.

Silence, the chug of Kotori’s needle for minutes, then Nico threw herself back upright and pulled out her phone. “We have the bon voyage party tonight, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Want to sign some bras?” Nico smirked.

Now Kotori was insatiably curious. “We haven’t had an event like that…” since the launch of their underwear lines last Christmas ago. Which had nearly been a riot. A very profitable, very pretty riot that had Kotori spending the night partying with several fans in the FeatherSmile reserved suite. Nico had been chatting up investors at the bar. And their Spring Line had been fully funded, sight unseen. And was now sold out.

“Might as well give Tokyo something to remember.” Nico raised her phone, adjusted her hair, flashed her lady killer glitter smile, and hit one touch record, then raising her hand in The Gesture™ “Nico Nico Ni! How are all Nico’s pretty ladies? If you’re not busy tonight and your C19-Pass is clear, FeatherSmile is throwing a “See You At The Beach” Party tonight at the Andaz Tokyo Rooftop Bar, with some fab celebrity guests!!! Catch us if you can, before we head for LA and design our latest beach and activewear collection. And we’ll be doing bra signings, so wear your FeatherSmile originals and get a Nico selfie and signature. Nico wants to see ALL her fans.” Even for Nico, the wink was outrageous. So she tossed the phone on the table with a low mutter Kotori barely caught. “And now Nico will be too busy for whatever Nishikino wants to do next.”

Ah. Nishikino. Nishikino Maki. The glaring redhead. Kotori wasn’t surprised, well, a little by the speed. But it seemed this was going to be a mission on hyperfuel.

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Working from her porch, Hanayo had her laptop out, smiling as she paused to watch the alpacas and llamas wandering her ranch. They’d been sheared recently so many looked bare, but now Hanayo would have a usable amount of textiles for the FeatherSmile team as Ms. Tojo requested. So exciting to be involved with celebrities, Hanayo thought as she liked Sonoda Umi’s latest TWIG video, a warm up routine. And a photoshoot, with all of Soldier Game posing, beachwear Ms. Tojo had said, and….Hanayo reached for her hand fan and held her iced tea to her forehead. It did get a little hot out here. Hanayo had been following FeatherSmile since their debut so it was amazing to have the opportunity to actually get to meet Nico and Kotori. Hanayo’s eyes gleamed behind her glasses. She wasn’t going to think about the part of this that scared her, maybe finally getting on the radar of the pharmacops, instead she was going to stay focused on the excitement.

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“They’re throwing a party?!?!?!?!” Maki was in the repurposed office that Umi had taken over for Soldier Game, going through their medical equipment stash. Tojo’s US contact would have most of what else they needed but Maki refused to travel without personally assembling her own kit.

“Yazawa wants a big bang.” Eli turned away from her screen.

Maki frowned, reading the FeatherSmile TWIG announcement on her phone, “Sign your bras?!?”

Eli shrugged, “It’s a thing they do. Their underwear line was an extremely romantic Christmas gift last year.”

“And comfy.” Umi didn’t pause in her kata.

Maki nearly dropped the surgical instruments she was holding, “You’re wearing some?”

“No, but I do own a few pieces. They are both frilly and practical.”

“And romantic?” Eli looked up from her paperwork with a teasing wink.

“That was not a consideration. I found the lace trim color contrast aesthetically pleasing and the support appropriate for everyday activities.” Umi finished her form and bowed. “If you do not wish to attend this evening’s festivities, Maki, I’m sure a tantrum would be an effective addition to the publicity brew.

Eli returned her attention to her paperwork, “And very in character.”

“I thought we were leaving tomorrow?” Maki ignored her colleagues’ suggestion.

“Flight got pushed back a day. Tojo’s having some red tape problems. I am assisting her.” Eli started entering numbers into her desktop, “And some of our more sensitive equipment will go through the diplomatic pipeline, which is a huge plus.”

Maki went back to sorting medicinal necessities, occasionally muttering sentences ending with, “bra.”

A/N: The world needs more fun stuff so I decided to post this and just kick off the next chapter with a huge party. Also, Happy Birthday, Nozomi!

Take care, especially if you're out there doing the good work of protesting police brutality against Black lives.

[bonelesswords]

a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter four: The bad things.

gif credit: @lol-haha-joke​

- masterlist

Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Notes: This a short chapter and maybe a shitty one as well, but I found it necessary to write it for the fifth chapter, so if you want let me know what you think :)

I leave the building I've been coming to every Friday since I came back from New York and before that. I get in the car and when I fasten my belt and squeeze my fingers on the steering wheel, for the first time after a therapy session I don't feel like turning on the radio.

I understand that my need to turn on the radio doesn't come from the desire to listen to music or to listen to the news, I have more than clear that I have always done it because I didn't like when the words of Cobie, my therapist, echoed in my head.

To come back to the university has been overwhelming, so it was necessary to me to talk with her, she thought the same. I remember the first sessions and how difficult was for me to accept the situation I was in, I don't feel that way anymore, now I like to remember the words she says to me, una tras of chase away the words from my head.

I never considered myself someone who needed therapy, but there had come a point where I had realized that there were things in my head that I couldn't solve on my own.

And we talked about William, because he is the main reason why I am there, and the cause of everything else. We talked about the university, about reliving the previous year, about the professor who supplants William now. She asked me if I still have nightmares, I answered that yes, but almost none this week. I started talking about Rory and how he tries to get me close to his friends, I told her about my unfortunate encounter with this girl called Megan at Alex's party. Cobie finds the situation extremely amusing when I'm talking about Alex and all the things he says to me, I roll my eyes every time.

When I can't stand being alone with myself anymore, just because I want to, I turn on the radio and in a short time I am in front of the bakery. My turn starts in six minutes, according to my cell phone clock. I park and enter through the back door, passing through the kitchen, which is desolate. I hang my keys, put on my blue apron and tie my hair in a ponytail.

I go to the front of the bakery, where Grandma and Mary, the girl who helps her when I'm not here, are. I greet them both, and after a few minutes Annie ends her shift, saying goodbye to us.

"Everything alright?" Grandma asks me, almost cautiously.

"Yes, I needed to talk to Cobie," I say and she smiles at me, that's all she needs to hear to be sure.

"I'm glad" She just says. Then she asks me about the university and about the rest of my day, I do the same. She doesn't ask much about therapy, although I have told her that it is not a forbidden subject and that it does not bother me that she asks me, but she thinks she does not know how to handle it, and despite giving the best advice from her position of grandmother, she thinks it's always better to talk to a therapist.

Suddenly, she looks at the clock hanging on the wall, it marks half past five. Grandma's eyes widen:

"Mrs. Samantha!" she exclaims and quickly enters the kitchen, to come back again with a wrapped package in his hands. She carefully places it on the counter.

"What happens with Mrs. Samantha?" I ask and she shakes her head repeatedly.

"She ordered a cake!" She explains to me, with the most worried look on her face "And you are going to give it to her, while I pretend to be baking back there, you stay here and listen to everything she has to say" She speaks quickly, staring at the door, at any moment mrs. samantha could walk through the door. As soon as I open my mouth to protest, she interrupts me. "Not a word! The last time he came I wasted too much time, now it's your turn"

She disappears through the door of the kitchen, without letting me say a word. I look at the cake in front of me and release a great sigh of defeat; Mrs. Samantha was the lady of the neighborhood who knew everything about everyone, it's fun to have her when they get together for tea, but almost irritating when you find her on the street. When she finds someone who shows a minimum of interest in what she says, she wouldn't let them go until at least fifteen minutes have passed.

A few minutes pass until I see her enter the door. She approaches me with a smile and permeates the whole place with her perfume.

"Hello June, I haven't seen you here for a long time" She greets and rests her hand on the counter, the gold rings shine on her fingers and she taps the glass lightly with her fingernails painted a pink baby, which matches her shirt.

"Hi, it's because I started the university again, I haven't accommodated my schedule yet," I explain and she nods with a smile.

"Good to hear that you continue studying, not all mothers can say that about their children and not all grandmothers can say that about their grandchildren." She approaches me a little, as if she was trying to get me a hint about someone "I hope to say the same about my grandchildren, or at least be able to say that they have a job after finishing high school, like your brother Rory. How is he?"

"He's doing well" I just respond after that strange dialogue, it's obviously that she's trying to talk shit about someone with me, unlike her friends, I don't want to. She keeps smiling at me, waiting for me to say something "I guess this is yours, isn't it?" I extend the wrapped package and she happily takes it in her hands .

"Sure," She replies. "It's already paid, It's for my grandson, today is his birthday and it's my gift. He has always liked Lucy's cakes."

"I hope he enjoys it, then."

"Thank you, June. By the way, I have heard about something and that you are not aware, which I believe it is a shame. I really don't know if I am the one who should tell you, but having you here, I feel the need to do it" Mrs. Samantha speaks in a worried, but almost faked tone. I frown, having no idea what she is talking about and why I should be aware of something in particular.

"Don't scare me, what happened?" She shakes her head severely and gestures me with her finger to get me closer, so I do it.

"Do you remember Hugh? Your high school boyfriend? " She asks me and for a moment, it confuses me, but I remember immediately.

The memory of Hugh suddenly hits me and hearing her call him my high school boyfriend makes me want to laugh. Hugh was the guy I had sex with for the first time as a teenager. I liked him it so much that I had thought I was in love, but he didn't feel the same for me. Eventually, we moved away and stopped seeing each other completely.

"Yes, I remember. What happened with him?" I know it is a bad a idea to ask her that and that I just gave her the chance to tell me the story from the begin to the end, but my curiosity is stronger. And I know as well that is hypocritical to complain about her talking all the time about others people life but wanting to know what she has to say about Hugh. But I couldn't help it, I feel a little bit intrigued by my "high school boyfriend".

Before she starts talking, I hear the door bell that warns that someone has entered the bakery. Both she and I directed our eyes towards the door. Then, the strangest thing in the week happens; Alex himself is standing in the middle of the place, looking confused, as if someone had throw him there without warning.

His blue eyes run all over the place, until he meets mine. I stare at him, saying nothing, he smiles at me almost ... shy? He didn't look like a person who would show shyness, not in front of someone like me. However, I feel out of place, and not only because of that smile that dances on his lips as he advances towards the counter and stops behind Mrs. Samatha, lining up, but also because that night at his house I had treated him so bad. I wanted to ask her what he is doing here after that, but I don't want Mrs. Samantha to witness that conversation, so I turn my attention to her, who starts speaking again.

"He has entered rehabilitation for drug addiction." She tells me, regardless of the presence of the man waiting behind her. I open my eyes big. Her words echo throughout the place and I think even Alex is surprised from the words that come out of the lady's mouth in front of him.

"What?"

"You're listening well! I don't know if Marta, her mother, has sent him or if he has decided it on his own, but yes, it has happened. A shame, he was a good boy, I liked him" he says as if Hugh was already dead. "Marta's mother always told me that he and you made a beautiful couple, and when I found out what had happened, I thought of you. Maybe you could send your condolences to Marta, I'm sure she'll love to hear from you."

Condolences? Was Mrs. Samantha sure Hugh was still alive?

"Thanks for telling me, then. Surely I will." I lie. I wasn't going to do it, I hadn't crossed a word with her in my life, besides, what am I supposed to say? "Hi Marta, I found out about Hugh, a shame. I wasn't his friend, or anything like that, but I feel an emotional responsibility towards him, I wanted to send my condolences since Iost my virginity with him a few years ago. I hope he gets better soon."

"I hope your grandson enjoys the cake" I say again, concluding because I do not want to continue with this conversation or I will burst into laughter otherwise. She asks me to thank Grandma for the cake and says goodbye, disappearing through the door.

I turn my eyes to Alex again, his hands hide in the pockets of a gray hodie, looking at me shy, even a little uncomfortable.

"Rory has passed me the address," he says uncertainly. "He also told me that you live right here next door"

"Ah yes" I answer. "I guess you come to buy something, as you said the other time." I have no idea how to talk to him or how to react, I remember being angry but not precisely with him, Alex had not treated me badly, Megan had done it. But the situation made me angry and I had treated him badly. I wonder if he is mad at me for that.

"I came to apologize, actually," he replies suddenly, taking me by surprise. His eyes shine, he looks at me like a puppy and makes me feel guilty about how I treated him a couple of nights ago, even more than before. That wasn't right, I was the one who should have asked Rory for his number to apologize, not him.

"Why should you apologize?" I ask but really, it's not a cynical question, I want to know why he thinks he should apologize.

"Because I should have known about Megan and stopped her, it wasn't my intention to make you have a bad time. That's why." He explains to me and a little voice in my head yells at me that I'm an idiot for treating him that way. I sigh, as if that was my only reaction.

"You should not apologize, I should do it. You aren't guilty if she doesn't trust in you, I shouldn't have treated you that way," I start saying and he nods frantically. I don't know him not even a bit, but he don't look like that boy who I had seen the previous times, the one who flirted every two words, he seemed genuinely sorry for something he had not done.

"She shouldn't have any reason to trust me," he says and a smile appears on his face. "I don't have a girlfriend, June, I had told you. She's jealous because I don't pay more attention to her."

"It's okay, Alex. You don't need to explain yourself"

"And yet, I do it anyway. I feel like I need to make it up for you"

"Why? You really shouldn't."

"Because you haven't felt welcome in my house and you had a bad night, right?" I nod and he approaches the counter with a different smile, a playful smile this time "So?"

I hesitate, I put my elbows on the counter, holding my face with my hands.

"So? How do you plan to make me forget that horrible encounter I had with your girl?" I exaggerate and he rolls his eyes.

"She is not my girl" he complains "Anyway, hang out with me tomorrow night, I will reward you for that horrible hour and a half you spent at my house"

I sketch a smile when I hear it.

"Hang out with you?" I repeat and he nods "What would happen if Rory finds out that you're inviting her little sister out?" I ask amused.

"Why would he find out?" I had seen it a few times, but I had seen so many times that arrogant smile making itself present on his face.

"If I think it was a horrible night, he'll find out. Otherwise, he won't," I offer.

"Good," he replies. "I'll take a chance, then."

"You should know that if you plan to take me to one of those parties, your mission will automatically fail," I warn.

"I'll keep that in mind. I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten, it's a fact," he announces. "And the fact that I don't have your number and you don't have mine indicates that you won't be able to cancel me" He starts walking on his back as he heads for the door

"And neither do you"

At that moment he sketches a bright smile, it's almost a laugh.

"Oh June," he sighs before opening the door. "I would never cancel you." He finishes by throwing a kiss in the air, keeping the last word once again and disappearing behind the door.

The water in the pot is boiling and grandma cuts vegetables, she is cooking spaghetti and this time at dinner it will only be her and me. The old television in the kitchen is on a cartoon channel, in which I pretend to be very concentrated.

"I can hear you thinking from this side of the room" Her voice fills the silence between us, however, she doesn't turn to look at me, she keeps cooking.

"And what am I thinking, exactly?" I ask distractedly.

"You want to tell me something and you don't know how." She says, I look at her and she also looks at me with raised eyebrows, nodding. She turns again and returns to what she was doing.

"Well, if you make it look like it's a big deal, I'm not going to tell you." I'm kidding but she looks at me annoying.

"June!" Exclaims.

"Lucy!" I play it fun when she starts shaking her head in disapproval. "Okay, but before you start, you must promise not to say anything to Rory." I lean on the kitchen island, ready to start talking, but she looks at me with a frown.

"Why would I tell Rory?" She asks confused.

"Why you should NOT tell Rory is the question."

"Why?" She asks again, more confused than before.

"Promise it first, then you'll know." I anticipate and she sighs, resigned.

"Okay, I promise, June. Now talk." Grandma turns to listen to me and dries her hands with the tips of the apron she is wearing.

"Well, Rory's best friend has invited me out tomorrow night." I announce and she looks at me as if I could explode with happiness, she approaches me quickly ignoring dinner and sits on a stool, putting all her attention on me.

"I knew your brother was going to get you to start going out again, but I didn't expect you to get a date all of the sudden"

"I don't think it's a date, Grandma. But he came to the bakery today to ask me, while you were hiding behind. The party I went with Rory the other night was at his house, and I had a sequence with a girl who likes him. She was jelous of me somehow and treated me like shit." I tell her and she looks at me carefully, with her eyes wide open. "And I've treated him the same way because of it, he came to apologize for something he didn't do. I told him that I was the one who should apologize, but he insisted he wanted to ask me out to reward the bad night."

"Oh honey, he seems so nice."

"Yes he does. But I don't know grandma, he's a little bit problematic. I mean, the first time I met him he had a black eye because he had gotten into a fight" Grandma shakes her head with a smile on his tired face.

"Are you really telling me that a black eye is an excuse, June? The boy has come here to ask you. Besides, when you have not been involved with problematic boys?"

"From today on, maybe?" I joke.

"Oh, shut up June, if the guy is cute and nice with you, you should go out with him. It's simple."

I release a sigh, our eyes remain connected for a few seconds until she imitates me exaggeratedly, releasing a sigh just as long as mine, causing us both to start laughing. After that, she asks me to take the dishes to the dining room, where I know she will bombard me with countless questions about Alex, but for now, the conversation is over.

If I am being honest, it doesn't matter to me that Alex has a black eye and that, from what I had heard from his friends, maybe he is a bit problematic. I don't care that his bruised face was my first impression of him, but I always do that. Like when I was little and I showed Rory a drawing I had made, even though I liked it a lot, I used to say "It's not very good, but what do you think?" I had done that with Alex, "He's a bit problematic, but what do you say?" I seeked someone's approval to stop feeling guilty for not caring about bad things, and tonight, grandma's approval had taken effect.

[justjessame]

Silence Chapter 2

Negan I learned, not on purpose, was difficult to ignore. The man was LOUD and like a fucking magnet or a beacon. Seriously. How could one human being be so fucking bright and burning NOW?

Whether he showed up at another one of my bathing spots, because I had a multitude, not that the Whispering freaks used them often or if I stumbled upon him while he was on some errand of stupidity for the great wondrous lump of oddball leader it didn’t matter. He was just THERE. Filling space, taking up room, and it was weird. How could he FILL anything when we were OUTSIDE for fuck’s sake?

“There you are,” I was sitting against a rock, a huge fucking rock, not writing for once, but doing bow and arrow maintenance. “Haven’t seen you in awhile. Got worried.” I shook my head. He was so strange. “Gonna tell me your name yet?”

“Still haven’t figured out why you’d need it.” I answered, smiling as double checked for knicks in each shaft of my arrows. “Not as though we’re friends, after all.”

“That stings,” he sat, across from me, and I could see how relaxed he looked. Long legs straight out, on either side of mine, elbows on his knees, arms dangling as he watched me work. “Why haven’t I ever seen you before?”

“Before? Before what?” I flicked a tiny shred of a splinter from below the metal on the arrow I was focused on. He went silent and that was scarier than his constant chatter, so I was forced to look up. He was studying me, his eyes, circled by the black raccoon like circles that the others wore like badges under their masks looking so foreign on his face. Odd since he was a complete stranger to me.

“There’s something so-” he stopped, leaning slightly forward, eyes intense. “Were you a part of a group, ever?”

I gave a hushed snort and shook my head. “No.” I thought of my dad and swallowed the lump that always seemed to form with his memory. “Not really a joiner.”

“And you survived alone.” It wasn’t a question and it didn’t even seem to be something the was saying TO me. “How the hell did you manage that?”

“I was careful.” And I had been. Very fucking careful.

The next time I came across Negan, he didn’t see me. Rare. Seeing Negan in the wild without Negan seeing me. He was lurking, watching the very creatures he’d been so keen to join. And as I sat perched, carefully and quietly far removed from where they, or he, could see or sense me, I wondered what precisely he was playing at?

When I told him that I survived due to my careful nature I hadn’t been lying. Not only was I careful about how I travelled, but I was careful about how I hunted and where I rested. I also learned how to keep track of where there were pockets of civilization, a term that I learned was loose once the technological advances relaxed.

I watched, I waited, and I sure as fuck didn’t trust just because people had a heartbeat and could speak. Which is why I didn’t automatically think that Negan was my new best friend. Not only did he have questionable choices for comrades, but he was a sneaky bastard.

Watching him watch them, then try to use what he’d watched to get on Alpha’s side made me have more questions and less trust to go on. I had no idea where he’d come from or why he’d picked this group, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t as simple as they had the biggest sticks, regardless of how often he tried to get me to LOOK at his stick.

“Are you SURE you don’t want to peek?” He was trying, AGAIN, to get me to take advantage of his fair play idea for mutual stream bathtime. “I’m starting to feel like a pervert, sweetheart.”

I raised an eyebrow as I pulled my shirt over my bra. “Starting to?” Unimpressed, truly and completely, that’s how I felt. “Tell me when you roll over the starting point, I’d hate to have a shock.” His smirk grew to a full blown smile as his hands drifted from his bare chest to the button on his jeans. “Are you really so starved for attention that you NEED me to see it?”

“Are you really so SURE you don’t WANT to see it?” A flick of his wrist and the button was free, daring me to turn away or stop him. “Come on, what’s the worst that happens? You lose control and jump me?”

I gave a soft snort, still careful of noise. He might be willing to fight off something with his pants around his ankles but I’d rather not die watching it. “I think I can control my urges, Negan, it’s you that seems incapable.”

His zipper sounded like gunfire as I crossed my arms over my chest. Really? If he wanted me to ‘lose control’ shouldn't he shimmy or something? Licking his lips and shaking his head, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans, and without further ado, he shucked his jeans and I was shocked to see he was wearing jockeys. He stood there, jeans around his knees waiting for me to-

“What?” I asked, when he didn’t say or do anything. “Aren’t you planning on bathing or-” He was staring at me. “Wait, does it do tricks?”

His lips quirked, then a soft chuckle hit my ears. “You surprise me every fucking time-” He shook his head and then kicked his pants and shorts free of his feet. Walking into the water, he splashed lightly, cleaning himself. “Couldn’t even pretend that you’re at least a LITTLE impressed?”

I tilted my head, studying him. Worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, I took my time. He washed as I looked. And looked. And looked.

Finally having enough of my silence, and Negan was clearly a man for whom silence was NOT golden, “WELL?!”

“Oh, was I supposed to give a detailed critique?” I raised my eyebrow and took a step closer. “Alright, let’s start at the top and work our way down, shall we?” He waited, and I had to fight a grin. “Your hair looks like a blind barber with a rusty knife had a go at it in the dark. The scruff isn’t terrible,” his lips were back to smirking, not that I was certain they’d ever truly stopped. “Your eyes,” I moved a touch closer, the toes of my boots dipping nearer to the water, “if only they weren’t ringed in that terrible black-” my hand had raised, as though to wipe it away and when I realized it, I pulled back. Feeling awkward, I swallowed down the urge. “How old are you?” It came out quiet, like everything I said or did.

“Not very mannerly,” his own voice was just as quiet, not his normal tone, but more like he was afraid to scare me away. “Let’s say I’m old enough to know how to treat a lady.” I nodded, my eyes roaming past his lips, to the scar on his throat.

“I see someone tried to make you quiet permanently,” that hand of mine, a mind of its own sometimes. My fingertip was touching the puckered skin before I made the connection between the urge and agreement. Looking up, I saw his eyes were locked on me. “You’re too thin,” I whispered, thinking how angular he was, wondering if he’d always been. “But strong too.” My eyes moved down his body, taking in the ink that graced the skin of his arms and his chest. “A rebel,” I bit my lip, eyes travelling lower, but my fingertip pulling away from him completely. I heard him release his breath. “Must be chillier in the buff than I thought.” That made him chuckle, and the tension was eased. Thank God.

He dressed not long after I moved away. The bubble that had grown, then burst, was gone. Or I hoped it was. Entanglement now was a bad idea. Nothing was certain, but this world was most certainly not meant for whatever the fuck he might have in mind.

“I think I earned your name,” he was saying, as he pulled on his leather jacket. “Come on, sweetheart. You saw ALL of me. Least I can get now is a name.”

I shook my head, but it fell freely from my lips regardless. “Elara.” He had only one, why not me? “Call me Elara.”

[abysswhiskey11]

Fallin’ For You. [Jim Kirk x Reader]

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader.

Summary: Jim and you were high-school sweethearts. You two went through it all together. His rebellious phase, life’s ups and downs at the time. But, one day, you abruptly left. Leaving Jim. What happens when the two of you meet years later? Will you both stay or will you both leave?

Warning: Maybe, language? Does s*** count? angst, but fluff too!

A/N: The fic’s based on a song, called Fallin’ For You by Colbie Caillat! Also, i haven’t edited it so, i’m sorry for any errors in advance!

I don't know

But I think I may be fallin' for you

Dropping so quickly

Maybe I should keep this to myself

Waiting 'til I know you better

You and Jim had met in highschool. It was just as cheesy as anyone would imagine. Sweet, first love.

You had walked in just in time for your first day. Swearing, you climbed off of your motorcycle. Rushing in, you bumped into someone and fell flat on your rear.

“Whoa, there. You okay?”

Your breath hitched the moment you eyes connected with his gorgeous blue ones. They were full of concern and curiosity. That’s when you noticed his extended hand.

You took his hand, got up, dusted yourself and spoke, “Yeah, sorry, i’m almost late. It’s the first day.”

Jim’s heart was thundering, as he took in your beauty.

He shrugged, “I’m always late.”

You chuckled, “Let’s try not to add another one to streak then, shall we?”

I am trying, not to tell you

But I want to,

I'm scared of what you'll say

And so I'm hiding what I'm feeling

But I'm tired of holding this inside my head

You sighed at the state of Jim as he opened the door. He just rolled in eyes and let you in. You gently touched his face, tilting it to see the cuts.

You mumbled, “Please, let me patch you up.”

He softly swatted your hand away, “Why are you here, Y/N. Just go.”

Your lip twitched, “For you.”

“Oh, not on behalf of your father?”

“I can’t help that my dad’s the Police Chief. Come on, those look bad.”

He reluctantly nodded, “Under the sink.”

You fetched the supplies and started dabbing at the wounds.

“Won’t you ask me why I did it? Why I do it?”

You just shook you head and started bandaging the cuts. You felt him stop you. Looking into his bright blue eyes, you felt your heart break for Jim. All you could see was pain, anger and...fear.

“I always get in trouble with the law, Y/N. You’re telling me you don’t wanna know why?”

You smiled sadly, “No. All I care about is you.”

Jim’s lips came crashing down on yours. He could feel you reassuring him, it just made him want more.

I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about ya

I don't know what to do

I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my life

And now I found ya

I don't know what to do

I think I'm fallin' for you

I'm fallin' for you

You pulled up to the school and pulled your key out of the ignition. You looked around and spotted him. His messy blonde hair was hard to miss. Jim was joking around with his tight knit group of friends, smirking and laughing once in a while. He must have felt your gaze on him, as he turned around to see you. You would never forget the way his face lit up. And Jim would never forget the smile growing in your face.

You held up the coffee cups as he made his way to you. His lip twitched up, as he took it from you.

“Thank you, starlight.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, astronaut.”

You spent the few minutes you had talking, laughing and flirting. It had been 2 years since you both became official. Time had gone so fast, yet you remembered every small detail.

You gasped, “Penguins deserve the world! They are sweetest, cutest and the most badass when provoked!”

Jim laughed, “You just described yourself!” But soon, his eyes went wide, “Okay, okay, but have you seen Flamingos? I mean, they have so much to unbox! Their neck, their legs, their absolutely ridiculous colour!”

Nodding, you put a finger to you chin, “The only thing these two have in common is-!” And, you faltered, “....Oh my god, they have nothing in common.”

Jim and you burst laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. Jim snorted, which made you laugh even more. As things, calmed down, you wrapped your hands around his neck. Jim’s snaked around your waist. Yet, you could see him holding back his laughter.

“I love you, Y/N. You really are my starlight.”

“I love you too, Jim. Happy 2 year anniversary.”

As I'm standing here

And you hold my hand

Pull me towards you

And we start to dance

All around us

I see nobody

The tears were flowing freely on your face. You clenched you jaw, willing them to stop but they never did. You let out a strangled cry. You knew you couldn’t ride like this and shakily pulled up. The minute you got off, you collapsed to your knees. Your head pounded, and you heart felt like it had been ripped out. Full of guilt, you took deep breaths, trying your best to compose yourself. Your phone ringed.

“Hey, Dad. Yeah, I’m out of town. I’m reaching the airport in 5. Yeah, yeah, i’m fine.”

Meanwhile, Jim raised his hand to knock on your door. But then, the huge padlock caught his eyes. His breath halted. Shaking, he ghosted his fingers above it. He ran to your neighbour, banging on the door. An old lady, opened the door, smiling sweetly at Kirk. Her smile fell when she saw him clench his jaw, clearly holding back tears.

“The Y/L/Ns. There’s a-a padlock on their door. Whe-Where did they- Y/N- What..?”

She smiled sadly, “You must be the Jim Y/N talked about. Sweetie, they just moved away. Like 30 minutes ago, they packed their bags and went off to the airport. Didn’t say the reason.”

Jim knew he was hyperventilating by now. He just couldn’t understand it. He could register the old lady reach for something behind the door.

“She asked me to give these to you.”

He looked down and felt his heart breaking more. If that was possible. He slowly plucked the photographs of the two of you from her hands. She smiled sadly at him and said something but, all Jim could focus on was you. You had left.

He walked away briskly, running a hand through his lock. He just didn’t make it far before he let out a strangled scream. He took out his anger on the printed memories of you two. Tearing, and ripping. But then, his emotions hit him like a train. He loved you, and you were gone, just like any other person in his life.

Here in silence

It's just you and me

I am trying not to tell you

But I want to

You rested your head against the window, staring at the clouds outside. Your mind was a mess. Just like your heart. You clenched your fists, and shut your eyes tightly, as memories flooded you. The first time you two said the three words.

“You are the last person I expected a lecture from!”

“This isn’t a lecture, Jim! I’m just trying to help.”

He yelled again, “That’s what everyone says! You’re just trying to fix me when I’m not even broken!”

You pleaded, reaching out for him, “I’m not, Jim! I just want you to follow what your heart wants! And I know you well enough to know this isn’t it.”

He scoffed, “You do not know me! I know you’re tired of all this you have to put up with! So why don’t you just leave!”

“I won’t leave because I love you!” Your voice soon turned into a whisper, “I love you, and I’m fighting for you! For us! So please, Jim, fight for yourself, too...”

You sniffed, shaking your head and clutching your jacket. Jim took huge strides towards you. He couldn’t believe that someone like you loved someone like you. He caressed your cheek and ran his hand through your hair. You stroke his bicep and looked up at him.

Jim squeaked, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of it. I’m scared. I’m scared because I’m in love with you, too.”

You kissed his forehead, and ran your hands through his hair, “Then, we’ll get through this together.”

I'm scared of what you'll say

And so I'm hiding what I'm feeling

But I'm tired of holding this inside my head

The club was packed. So many people were on the dance floor, just grinding into each other. Jim was one of them. His hands were on the waist of some alien girl as they swayed. It had been months since you left, and yet, Jim couldn’t let you go. You were a constant at the back of his mind. He tried to bury it. And, here he was, a playboy, someone who just wants to have sex. He wouldn’t accept it but he knew.

He was trying to find you in other women.

He also knew he wouldn’t get you.

It didn’t stop him. He just never got attached or developed feelings. He hated you. Or that’s what he said to himself.

I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about ya

I don't know what to do

I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my life

And now I found ya

I don't know what to do

Jim pushed the glass door open and stepped into the office, “Sir, can I know why me and my crew are docked right now? And, about this classified mission?”

The Admiral smiled softly, “Ofcourse, Captain Kirk. You’ll be working with MACO. Specifically, a Major. As soon as she arrives-“

You growled, entering, “Admiral, I might torpedo someone. My team and I-“

Jim’s heart stopped.

No. It couldn’t be her. That voice still haunted me in my dreams. I whipped around and instantly regretted it. It really was her. She stood there just as surprised as me.

You felt like you were a deer caught in headlights. All the memories of the past that you tried to push under the carpet bubbled up. You heart screamed in pain. Those electric blue eyes. They were burning holes in you. Yet, you cleared your throat, and walked up to the Admiral.

You felt your throat constrict as you shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to focus, till you could no longer feel his eyes. You walked towards the table.

The Admiral motioned to you, with his eyes on Jim, “Captain Kirk, this is Major Y/N Y/L/N. Military Assault Command Operations. MACO for short.”

This time he looked at you, “Major, this is Captain Jim Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise. A science vessel.”

You deadpanned, “Captain.”

He growled, “Major.”

You spoke, “Sir, why are making two ends meet? Military and Science?”

He sighed, “We need you to infiltrate a rebel base. But, they have something that belongs to Starfleet. That’s where the Enterprise comes in. You, Y/L/N, need to help secure the base and the rebels. Arrest them. And Captain, you need to secure the various experiments. The official briefing is in an hour. Gather your crew.”

briefing is in an hour. Gather your crew.”

Jim started, “With due respect, sir-“

His cut-throat tone made you gulp, “I don’t care what personal history you have with each other. I need this job done. And done by the best of the departments. So, talk it out.”

You nodded, “Affirmative, sir.”

He walked away, leaving the two of you behind.

You cleared your throat and asked, “How have you been?”

He replied, “Major, we have work-“

You sighed, rubbing your forehead, “We both need to focus on this mission, Kirk. The only way is to-“

He cut in, “-Ignore it. Alright? I don’t care.”

Sighing, you nodded, “Alright, Captain. See you then.”

I think I'm fallin' for you

I'm fallin' for you

Oh, I just can't take it

Jim moved through the crowds and you tagged along. There was tension between the two of you. Anyone passing by could see that easily. Suddenly, you arrived at the Bridge.

Jim cleared his throat, “This is Commander Spock. My second-in-command.”

The Vulcan shook your hand politely, “Hello, Major Y/L/N. Good Afternoon.”

You chuckled “I just smacked myself in the face picking up my comm. It really is a good afternoon.”

Spock rose his eyebrow, but smirked.

Kirk spoke, “We’ll head to the Medbay then.”

You could feel it. The tension. In the turbolift, whenever you walked together. Every time, and your guilt just got worse and worse. After what seemed like eternities, you arrived at your destination.

Once again, Jim introduced you to a blue shirt, “Bones. This is Major Y/N Y/L/N. Major, this is CMO Leonard McCoy.”

“Call me Bones, love. Everyone does.”

You drew out the word, “Okay.” Suddenly your eyes fell on the ball of fluff sitting on the table, “Oh my god, awe!”

Bones gaze floated to what caught your attention, “A tribble? Their only two purposes in life appear to be to eat and to reproduce.”

“Just like humans.”

He chuckled and turned to Jim, “I like her.”

“We should get going. Gonna hit warp in 10.”

You grimaced at Jim’s tone, “Alright, Captain. I’ll be at the bridge in 20.”

At this point, Leonard knew something was wrong. He stopped his best friend and grabbed his shoulder, “Hey, Jim-“

Jim’s voice was full of irritation. And hurt. “Can this wait, Bones?”

Hesitantly, he nodded, “Okay. Yeah.”

The same day, Jim spilled all the secrets to his best friend. Bones.

My heart is racing

The emotions keep spilling out

I've been spending all my time

Just thinking about ya

A few days later.

Jim sighed, “Can i just...undo that?”

Bones deadpanned, “Nope.”

“Oh man, cause that was embarrassing as hell.”

“Yep.”

Spock walked in on the two. Raising his eyebrow, he questioned, “You’re not sober, are you?”

Bones groaned, “I’m reasonably functional.”

The Captain spoke, “That’s a no.”

soon, the two broke into a laughing fit as The Vulcan’s gaze rose to you.

You were currently sitting on top of the counter Jim and Bones were leaning against. He could see amusement dancing in your eyes.

He gave you a pointed look, “Aren’t you gonna do something?”

“I’m paid to protect y’all from various aliens and abuse from any and everyone, not your own stupidity.”

Jim giggled, poking your side, “You’re the best bodyguard ever.”

Spock rolled his eyes and went out the door. You almost saw him smile at you lot.

Bones grinned, “This is gonna be controversial and debatable, but that went well.”

Now the three of you were laughing and wheezing.

The next morning, you expected the two men to be much, much more hungover than you. The reason being that you could hold your alcohol. Striding inside the Medbay, you were ready to pick on Jim and Bones for their killer headaches but, you instead found them chatting. Normally, may you add. You could hear supplies being one of the topics.

Apparently, the two had noticed your shock filled expression as the realisation dawned on them.

Jim smirked at you then turned back to Bones and spoke loud, so that you could hear, “She thought she’s special just cause she can hold her alcohol.”

Coming up beside him, you smacked his shoulder. Bones smiled and shook his head. He had to accept the fact that he had grown close to you. He saw you as his little sister. A little sister who could kick any and everyone’s ass. Jim had told him the history between the two of you on the first day. Hence, he had been sceptical about you. But, slowly and steadily, he grew to admire and respect you.

The way you would coo to a tribble. All little things added up. And he could see in Jim’s eyes, that he could see them too. Just from a different perspective.

He could see the love and hurt flashing in his eyes. Battling and debating. Bones just hoped Jim would figure it out. For both of your sake.

You hummed, “In my defence, we finished an entire bottle of whiskey.”

You were glad that things were working out on the Enterprise. For you, and for everyone. The first few days were bumpy but soon, you grew warm towards all the members of Jim’s crew. And by a miracle, even Jim himself. You knew he had not forgotten and he hadn’t forgiven. But, right now, all you both wanted to do was to push the elephant away. As far away and for long.

I don't know what to do

I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my life

And now I found ya

Jim muttered to himself, refreshing his padd over and over again, “What the hell?”

When he realised what was actually happening, he sprinted off towards your room.

Meanwhile, you were packing your uniforms and belongings in a suitcase. Folding and stuffing repeatedly. You felt a sick feeling at the bottom of your stomach. You didn’t want to leave. Suddenly, your doors opened. And in walked the gorgeously blue-eyed man.

“Hey, J-“

He stated coldly, “You’re leaving.”

You took in a deep breathe, “My job’s done. I have-“

His voice raised, as he scoffed, “There you go again with the same crap to justify your shitty actions!”

You gaped at him, “Where is this coming from?”

He snorted, “Oh, ofcourse you’re gonna play dumb about it. Just like you have all these days!”

This time, you yelled, “You don’t understand Jim! You never will!”

“You didn’t even help me try to, Y/N! You don’t get to blame me!”

Instantly the anger vanished, “I’m not-“

“Neither do you have the right to be jealous when I flirt with someone else!”

You stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

He just scoffed to your reaction, “Yeah, I’ve seen it. You don’t have the right to, after all this time!”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair and pointed to you, “You don’t have the right to stroll up to me and my crew and pretend we’re friends! Cause let me make you clear we aren’t! We are far from friends or more!”

You were in the verge of tears by now, “I’m not pretending! I’m trying to make amends! I’m try to make amends for leaving! For abandoning you! I am trying to get out of this web of lies I’ve spun!” You sighed in frustration and turned away from him, “Till this day, I regret what I did! I loved you, Jim! I had to choose between us and my goddamn life!”

Jim froze at that. All his rage vanished, as the realisation slowly started creeping in, “What do you mean your life?”

You just growled at your helplessness in the situation, “I am sorry.” Leaning on your wall, you back was towards him. Your voice broke, “I know it won’t help but i broke just as much as you did, when I left.”

Suddenly, he turned cold again, “You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

You scoffed at him in disbelief. Tears were steaming down your face freely now but you didn’t care. Yet again, your voice rose, “You tell me what I was supposed to do after witnessing a murder! You think Witness Protection was my idea?! That maniac almost killed me and my family! I went for MACO because that’s the only reason I could live my life freely and protect my family! You weren’t there when I called your home, Jim! You had left for Starfleet! I wasn’t gonna take that away from you!”

The pair of you went rigid at your confession.

Million thoughts were running around your head. You didn’t want this to happen. God, no. You wanted, you needed to protect him. Yet, here you were, you secret out. Shaking your head, you composed yourself and sniffed, “I need to go. The shuttle’s waiting.”

He watched you go. The doors shut. That’s when it all dawned on him. The reality of the situation. The hurt, the pain, the anger of it. Once again, he ran. He ran towards you. He ran towards the woman he loved and will always love. He ran to get you back.

Jim caught your wrists and turned you around, not letting go of your hands, “I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to let you go. I never stopped loving you, Y/N. I never will. You’re my first and last, Y/L/N. Don’t let go.”

Never before had you even considered this happening. But, it was happening.

Jim didn’t hate you. Not at all. The reality was the exact opposite of what you had been thinking.

Gasping, you tore his your hands away from his and pressed them against his cheeks. Pulling him towards you, you connected your lips with his.

Nothing about the kiss had changed.

You still felt the exact same fireworks. You still felt the exact same love. So did Jim.

Pulling away, your whispered to him, afraid it wasn’t real, “I still love you too. God, I do. Last time, I didn’t have a choice, but this time I do. And, I choose you, Jim Kirk. I’ll choose you over and over and over.”

You never left after that. Not the Enterprise, not Jim, not your crew.

I don't know what to do

I think I'm fallin' for you

I'm fallin' for you

I think I'm fallin' for you

I can't stop thinking about it

I want you all around me

And now I just can't hide it

I think I'm fallin' for you

I can't stop thinking about it

I want you all around me

And now I just can't hide it

I think I'm fallin' for you

I'm fallin' for you

Oh

Oh no no

Oh

Oh, I'm fallin' for ya

[queens-floyd]

Drummer Girl pt.3

masterlist

A/N: There are a lot of POV switches so forgive me in advance. Also, can someone help me make a masterlist because I’m struggling..

Roger Taylor x OC

Warnings: language, bad writing bc I’m tired

Lavender’s POV

Sunlight beams in through the windows and shines through my closed eyes. I attempt to pry open my eyes when I’m blinded by the brightest white. Groaning and closing my eyes again, giving up on trying to see anything, I stretch only to feel a sharp pain seep through my whole head. This seems bad but I’m use to it now. Yeah, yeah, call me an alcoholic, but this is the only way for me to cope. Blacking out drunk is quite a common occurrence these days, a few months back my mom passed away, at least she’s reunited with pops. My grief was too much for people to handle I guess. It was my fault anyways, moping around and my self deprecation was my way of coping, but it was too much for people to handle. Soon enough my boyfriend broke up with me and my closest friends lost contact. I guess I just decided to hide my true feelings deep down and drink ‘em away. The only thing keeping me sane now a days is the band. They’re all I got in this shit hole of a world.

I reach over for the pain reliever I keep on my nightstand, attempting to feel for it while keeping my eyes closed, but I don’t feel it there. ‘Huh, that’s weird, I always keep my pills here’ I think to myself. I squint so I can see enough and I realize, this isn’t my room. Then it hits me. This strong scent of cologne could only mean one thing. I went home with a guy. By now I’m fully awake, head still pounding, but fully awake. I look down to see I’m in nothing but an oversized shirt. The first thing that passes my mind was ‘did I sleep with this man?’ I check and see that my undergarments are still on. I sigh in relief, but I still am in a strange man’s home.

I roll off the bed onto the cold floor and shiver a little. Slowly but surely I make my way to what I assume is the living room when I hear a flirty giggle. I arch my eyebrow. Am I in a girl’s house? What is happening? I keep walking until I see Roger and some redhead getting frisky on his lap. I cross my arms and the girl spots me.

“Ummm Rogey...” she says glaring at me, “who’s that?”

He looks over at me and I smile devilishly and wiggle my fingers at her.

“I’m your worst nightmare sweetie, now scram unless you want me to prove it” I say narrowing my eyes.

Her eyes widen as she grabs her purse and struts out quickly, but not before she flips her hair and slams the door. I snicker at the sight.

“Oy! What the fuck was that for?” He says frustrated. He strides over to me and uses his height thinking that it might intimidate me. I scoff.

“I don’t think you get to ask questions before me.” I say poking his chest as he falls backwards a bit looking a bit flustered. “What did you do last night and I swear to God if you did anything to me-“

“No. I didn’t.” He said putting his hands up in defense, “you were so fucking wasted I took you home.”

“And you promise that’s all?”

“Yes! And I even slept on the couch.”

“Well then, I take back my statement.” I say crossing my arms

“No ‘I’m sorry’?” he says smirking at me, “no thank you? How bout an ‘I’m sorry about scaring my date away and thank you for protecting me life’?”

“Nope, she didn’t seem like your type anyways.” I say trying to walk away. I wanted to get my stuff and leave, I had to go to work, hungover or not. Roger had other ideas, he grabbed my bicep and pulled me back.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He said smiling down at me, “I’m not done talking to you” his gaze fell on to me and stayed too long for my liking.

“I going to be late for work” I said turning and pulling away. He grabs my waist and pulls me me back “you owe me, and by the way, you look ravishing in my clothes only”

I don’t think, I just slap his sorry face. “Get your paws off me. I don’t owe you shit. I’m a capable woman and I could have taken care of myself last night! I didn’t need some Prince Charming to swoop in and take me home.” I spat.

Roger’s POV

I clutch my cheek where it stings. Man, this lady has a strong hit. Out of all the times I’ve been slapped, this has to be the worst. I look at her dumbfounded. Don’t get me wrong, she looked smoking in my shirt and her bed hair, all of it was instinct and it usually works. The hip grab, all of it! Who is this lady to turn me down especially after all I’ve done for her.

“You ungrateful brat” I say. This whole thing is new for me. Girls rarely turn me down, and it’s never been like this. I honestly don’t know what to do.

She scoffs and walks off. I don’t chase her, I leaver her be, except for the death glare I send her way as she walks out my door. She throws my shirt into my chest and walks out.

I should be done with her. She should be out of my head, but for some bloody reason, she’s all I can think about.

Lavender’s POV

The nerve of that man-child! How am I the only woman to put him in his place? Ugh, now I have to go to work hungover and enraged. I walk through the doors of the small music store only to be greeted with,

“Oy! Liu, you late, again!”

“Yeah, thanks for the reminder Pat” I say slowly wobbling over to the desk.

“You look gross” I roll my eyes at the statement, “are you hungover again?”

“I’m also pissed, so get on my nerves. I dare you.”

“Calm down goodness” he says putting his hands up in surrender. “How’s this, you’re teaching the 3:30 guitar class today...” he says as I groan, “but! I will sub for you, if you tune for me today.” I hated tuning, I had to go around and tune all the guitars, ukuleles, violins, etc..., but I would much rather do this than teach a bunch of noisy kids, especially today.

“Deal.” I said as his face lights up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’ve tuned like half the guitars and two violins. By now I’ve already gotten tired of it and started procrastinating. I strum the riff to “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones. I want to play this at our next set and was going to ask Pat about it until I heard a voice.

“That was really great Lav. I didn’t know you were into the Stones.”

“Brian?” I say looking at him, he looks pale and sickly.

“Are you hungover as well? You look like you’ve been drinking gasoline for 5 years” I say snickering.

“Thanks, but no. I’ve been pretty sick and honestly I shouldn’t have gone to that party.” He says as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Well then, I just have to ask, why are you here? Is it just a coincidence or have you been stalking me Mr. May?” I say putting the guitar back on the stand.

“Well I was going to call you, but I found out where you worked and decided that following and telling you in person would be easier.”

“That’s not creepy at all.”

“Just hear me out ok? See I have a practice tonight with the guys because we’re touring a new album soon, but I’m clearly not in any shape to go. They’re only rehearsing this one song that isn’t quite perfect yet, but I wrote it so I obviously know what I’m doing.” I roll my eyes at his last statement.

“Ok so what does this have to do with me?”

“As I said, I know what I’m doing, but the guys need to practice, but I’m too sick... so I need you to fill in for me today. I can teach you right here right now and I already asked Fred and he’s alright with it.”

It all sounds like a solid plan until I remember Roger is part of Queen and I don’t want to see that douche again today. “I don’t think so Brian. I just want to go home and sleep.”

“Please Lav! I really need you to help me out! Your the only one capable that I know.” He begs. I just look at him with an unreadable expression, “I’ll pay you!”

“Thats all I needed to hear.”

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Roger’s ROV

“Where the hell is Brian? We were supposed to start over half an hour ago?” I say getting very impatient. That stupid Lavender girl has been stuck in my head and I just want to go home and relax.

“You haven’t heard?” Deacy says looking at me

“Haven’t head wha-“ just as if the world was reading my mind, Lavender busts through the doors with a guitar slung across her shoulders.

“What the hell is she doing here?!”

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Taking Back Neverland--Chapter 9 of 10

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating:  G or a soft T

Summary: AU. After actress Emma Swan’s lead role in a popular TV show is at an end, she is offered the leading role in the Regina Mills film, Taking Back Neverland, a fresh retelling of the Peter Pan story.  It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.  Only problem?  She’ll be starring opposite Killian Jones, who she positively can’t stand.  (Originally part of my Fluffy Fridays collection.)

Previous chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

Notes:  So this is an old story, originally written about 3 years ago as part of my Fluffy Fridays collection, but @kmomof4 made the amazing above pic-set for it as a birthday gift, (Thanks Krystal!  It’s perfect!), and I decided it was time for a reissue.   Enjoy!

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Killian settled into his favorite chair in the lounge with a long, satisfied sigh. Hard to believe they were only a few short days away from the end of filming.  He felt a distinct—and very unpleasant—pang at the thought.  He had but a few days to win Swan’s heart—or at least make significant strides towards doing so—or he might miss his chance entirely.

When they parted at the end of filming, if he hadn’t at least secured her friendship once again who was to say if he’d ever have a chance to see her again?

Killian had taken Dave’s advice. He’d bared his heart to Emma, letting her know of his interest, of his intention to be whatever she needed him to be, and then he’d backed off, given her space.  Unfortunately for him, she’d taken that space and run with it.

Now, a good several days later, they still barely spoke to one another.

Killian growled, hating the helpless feeling in his chest. He was not about to push the lass beyond what she wished to give him, but the thought of losing her forever made him almost physically ache.

Suddenly feeling restless, he got to his feet, headed toward the recreation area in the far corner of the room. Grabbing a handful of darts, he stepped back, eyed the target and took aim.

There had been something bothering Emma today. It had been clear enough as they were filming.  She seemed…tense or nervous or something of the kind.  He wished he still had the freedom to ask her what troubled her.

Perhaps it was naught but the emotional scene they’d shot this morning. Regina had insisted they begin filming at the crack of dawn, insisting they needed the brilliance of the sunrise to add the perfect backdrop to the scene where Anna and Henry bid goodbye to their family and friends for what they think is forever. 

(When Leroy had pointed out that there was no way Regina could know if the sunrise this particular morning would be anything spectacular, she’d glared at him in what Killian privately termed her “Evil Queen” look. “If I say there’ll be a brilliant sunrise, there’ll be a brilliant sunrise.  End of story.”  Perhaps even Mother Nature was hesitant to cross Regina Mills when she got into nearing-the-end-of-filming stress mode.  They’d experienced one of the most beautiful, colorful sunrises Killian had ever seen.  Privately he gloried in the way the sun’s rays highlighted the gold of Swan’s hair, but that was neither here nor there.)

The entire band of heroes (“Nevengers”, as Regina’s lad had termed them, to the amusement of all on set) had succeeded in their rescue mission and returned home to Storybrooke. All seemed well…until the demon Peter Pan was revealed to be in town as well.

The little bugger had managed to cast a terrible curse; a curse that would wipe all of their memories and effectively make them his slaves. Having found the scroll Pan used to cast the curse, they had realized it could be stopped…but it would require no little amount of sacrifice.

All but Henry would be pulled back to their homeland deep within the Enchanted Forest. Not wishing to leave her son alone in the world, Anna offered to remain with him.

Focused as he was on the ever looming separation they would soon experience in real life when filming came to an end, Killian found it depressingly easy to get into character for this one.

She’d hugged her parents, and then, dropping her head, she walked slowly toward her vehicle. This wasn’t how it would end.  This couldn’t be how it ended. If Hook was to lose Anna forever, he must have at least another moment with her.

He wished he could be frank with her, wished he could tell her how truly, how passionately, how desperately he loved her. Wished he could break down and beg her not to leave him. Wished he could take her in his arms and kiss her until neither of them could breathe.

But to leave things in such a way would be agonizing. As always in this frustrating town he’d found himself in when he’d followed her back to Storybrooke, there was no time to explore such sentiment.

Instead he merely stepped up to her and smiled fondly, his heart turning over at the sad smile she returned.

“That’s quite the vessel you captain there, Swan.”

Her lips ticked up the slightest bit more at his silly quip, but he could see the tears she barely held at bay.

This was it, the last moment he’d ever have with her. What did one say to the woman he loved at such a time?

“Not a day will go by that I don’t think of you,” he finally settled on, holding her gaze, letting every bit of his love shine through as he intently held her gaze.

She looked at him for one heartbeat. Two.  “Good,” she finally answered.

He smiled as they continued to look into each other’s eyes, memorizing each other, drinking each other in. It was somehow both the best and the worst thing she could have said to him.  It gave him hope. Hope that she returned his feelings, hope that if they were to ever meet again she would welcome his advances.

But hope when there’s no way to realize it is naught but sweet agony.

After one last hug to her parents, Anna got into her automobile and slowly drove away as a cloud of magic billowed all around him.

There were tears in Emma’s eyes as Regina finally yelled “Cut!”

She laughed, swiping at her damp cheeks. “That had to be one of the saddest scenes I’ve ever filmed.”

Killian grinned. “Agreed.  Lucky for us, we know there’s quite the reunion scene coming up.”  He’d let the innuendo creep into his voice, his eyebrow quirking flirtatiously.  He’d expected her to roll her eyes, make a biting comment.

But instead, she’d blushed, the look on her face becoming both determined and nervous.

“Killian…” she started.

“Aye?”

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about…” she went on slowly.

“Aye Swan? What would that be?”

She was silent for several beats, and then suddenly she turned away, her shoulders dropping. “Never mind.  Wasn’t important.  I’ll see you back on set at the end of break.”

And without another word, she nearly ran from him.

It was unaccountable, Killian thought as he let the dart fly, watching in satisfaction as it hit the bull’s eye.   What could be bothering the woman today?  What made her nerves nearly swallow her whole?

“Killian?”

His breath hitched at the unexpected sound of her voice. He turned slowly around, pasting a welcoming smile on his face.  “Have I lost track of time, love?  Are we to return to set already?  Have I missed my call?”

“No, no,” she said, shifting slightly from one foot to the other. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“Very well,” he answered, curiosity blossoming within. Nonchalantly, he turned back to the dartboard as she spoke her next words.

“I’m…I’m here to ask you out.”

His dart buried itself in the wall of the breakroom, a good foot away from the target. Turning slowly, he quirked his brow in question.

“To dinner…or something,” she clarified, her hands clasping and unclasping, the nerves evident on her face. Did the daft woman actually believe he would turn her down.

“I had rather believed I’d be the one asking you out.”

“Yeah, well I beat you to it,” she said, “but just so you know, Captain Hook, I don’t, um, pillage and plunder on the first date.”

A bit of swagger was most definitely in order now. He stepped closer to her, a teasing grin on his face.  “That’s because you haven’t been out with me yet.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Very well, Swan,” he said, having a fair bit of difficulty keeping the overwhelming elation from showing in his voice. Wouldn’t do to scare the lady away.  “I happily accept on one condition.  Allow me to plan the date.”

“I know how to plan a date!” she said indignantly.

“Perhaps,” he conceded, “but after all the time I’ve dreamed of this moment, I’d like to make tonight perfect.”

She looked closely at him for a moment, and he wondered if he’d come on too strong. Eventually she nodded.  “Fine.  Pick me up at 7:00.”

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“Shall I order us some drinks, love?”

Emma looked across the red and white checkered table cloth at Killian and found herself strongly considering it, but finally she shook her head. “Not tonight.”

He settled back in his chair, elbow settled on the chair’s arm rest, tongue darting out to wet the corner of his lips, looking up at her through hooded eyelids. Talk about turning up the smolder to dangerous levels.  “Afraid you’ll find me even more irresistible after a few libations?”

She found herself in a strange quandary, not sure whether she wanted to laugh at his antics…or jump him then and there and be done with it. Is it suddenly getting really hot in here?

“No,” she finally said, smoothing the tablecloth before her. “I just want to stay clear headed.  We have an early call tomorrow, some important scenes to film.”

Killian smiled, and this time it was his genuine, caring smile, rather than the teasing flirtation. He reached across the table with both hands, and Emma placed her own within his.  He held her hands gently, letting his thumbs brush across the back of her fingers.

(If the sensation that produced shot from her hands straight up to her heart, no one needed to know that but her.)

“Swan, forget work for one night. I didn’t bring you here to fret about upcoming scenes; I brought you here to show you a good time.”

And a good time she was having—a far better, far more pleasant, far more comfortable time than she’d ever thought she would on a date with Killian Jones.

When she’d gotten home from work this evening, she’d headed directly to her closet, feeling a fluttering of butterflies in a way she hadn’t before a date in years.  This wasn’t a big deal; it was just a first date.  That’s it.

But it wasn’t. Somehow, whether she was ready to admit it or not, she know this wasn’t just a first date.  Her making the choice to ask him out…well, it was admitting what had been building between them for weeks.  This wasn’t just a date.  This was the start of something.

Emma had torn through her closet, trying and discarding nearly every item of clothing she owned. Finally she’d settled on a soft pink knee-length dress.  It was pretty and feminine, the off-the-shoulders straps and v-neckline enticing while remaining tasteful.

She’d completed the look with a loose, high ponytail, and then had spent far more time than she’d ever admit experimenting with make-up until she’d found just the right look.

When she’d opened her apartment door to Killian an hour later, his reaction had made all her effort worth it. He’d been speechless for a moment, merely looking at her with appreciation.  “You look stunning, Swan,” he’d said finally.

He wasn’t looking too bad himself with his tight dark jeans, deep blue button up that accented his gorgeous eyes, and black leather jacket. She’d taken a quick, deep breath when she’d seen him.  “You look…” she’d begun, not even sure what adjective she intended to use.

“I know,” he said with a cocky grin, putting her immediately at ease.

He’d swept his left hand from behind his back and presented her a single, long-stemmed red rose with a flourish. She’d taken the offering, bringing it immediately to her nose, touched and pleased at the romantic gesture.

He’d taken her to a tiny little Italian restaurant on the other side of town. He’d seated her, pulling out her chair and making sure she was settled before he’d taken his own seat.

It was all so romantic and beautiful, and Emma felt her heart turn over at the thought of how much effort and thought he’d put into this evening. He’d done this for her.  She couldn’t think of the last time someone had put her first to such a large extent, and it warmed her to her very toes.

“A good time,” she said, coming back to the present and enjoying his warm hands surrounding hers. “Yeah, I could go for that.”

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Killian followed Emma up the staircase to her apartment door two hours later, amazed time had flown so quickly. It had been one of the best evenings of his life, and he desperately hoped it was just the beginning of several such dates to come.

They’d shared companionable conversation as they ate their dinner. Talking and laughing about happenings on set, sharing amusing stories from their past, just generally enjoying each other’s company.

It was during desert—a sinfully rich helping of tiramisu they shared between them—that things turned serious.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked her carefully.

“You just did,” she said with a smirk, popping another bite in her mouth.

Killian smiled and then sobered, reaching over to take her hand, lacing their fingers. “Something else, then?”

He saw the wariness enter her eyes at his serious tone. He squeezed her hand in reassurance.  After a moment she nodded.

“Why?” he asked simply.  “I’m nowhere near complaining, darling, but why did you decide to ask me out?”

She’d shrugged, glancing aside before turning to meet his gaze once more. “I just…I kind of missed you.  I mean, we were still working together and everything, but, you know, we never spent any time together beyond that, and I’d gotten used to our friendship and…okay, truthfully, we both know there was a…spark during that scene where Anna and Hook had their first kiss, and you’ve been nothing but a gentlemen, and, I don’t know.  I guess I might have misjudged you at first.  Thought we owed it to ourselves to see if there’s really anything here.”

His smile grew as she muddled through her explanation. There was no doubt, no doubt whatsoever in his mind that there was definitely something there between them.  For him, it was something along the lines of white picket fences and a family and forever, but for her…well, he knew he had to be patient.

But then something she said registered, and he frowned. “But love, why did you judge me so harshly?  What had I done to offend you before we’d even met?”

Emma blushed and glanced aside, picking at a napkin with her free hand. “You just…you know…had a reputation.  You were supposed to be this big playboy who took a different woman home with you every night.  I just kind of assumed you were the douchy type.  You know, the kind of guy that likes to just use women and toss them away.  Now I know you’re not like that, but…well, I kind of wish I hadn’t automatically jumped to conclusions.”

Killian’s heart dropped at her words, his mind going to the many meaningless encounters he’d had with women as he tried to numb his pain. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand back.  She looked up at him, eyes wounded, fearing no doubt that she’d offended him.

“It’s quite alright Emma,” he hastened to reassure. “Truthfully…the reputation you speak of…it’s exaggerated, but it was built on some degree of truth.”

And then he’d proceeded to bare his heart to her once more, telling her about Milah and the terrible emptiness and pain that had descended on his life after her death, about the way he’d attempted to assuage it through meaningless nights with women, through far too much rum than could ever be considered good for him. How none of it, not one bit had ever truly made a difference.

He’d seen the light of understanding, of compassion come into her eyes then, and she’d reached over and taken his hand once more. This time it was her thumb caressing his hand.  His Swan was not one for words, but that tiny gesture spoke more eloquently than an entire soliloquy could have done.  It warmed his heart and made him topple even farther into love with her.

Heavy conversation over, Killian had picked up the check, and they’d headed for the beach outside of the restaurant. Neither ready to say goodbye to the other, they’d walked hand in hand as the waves washed over their feet, talking about nothing and everything all at once.

She’d grown cold as they walked; he saw the goosebumps on her arms by the light of the full moon. Determined to give her nothing but pleasant memories of their first date, he’d shrugged out of his coat and draped it around her shoulders, and there it still sat as they reached the top of the flight of stairs and stood facing each other in front of her apartment door.

Emma smiled up at him. “Not bad,” she said, taking his hands with both of hers, linking their fingers.  “Looks like ‘Captain Hook’ really does know how to plan a date.”

“I’m offended you ever doubted me, Swan,” he said, mock pain covering his face.

She laughed, looking into his eyes…and then letting her gaze settle onto his lips. Would it be too forward to lean in and kiss her goodnight?  Would she welcome his advances, or would they frighten her away?

She settled the matter for him, standing on her tiptoes, swaying forward and letting her lips meet his.  It was a slow kiss, tender, gentle, but oh so thorough.  When he felt his need for her begin to build to nearly fever pitch, he reluctantly pulled back, feeling an intense satisfaction when she chased his mouth with her own, finally pulling back herself with a tender smile.

“Well that was…” she began.

“If you say ‘a onetime thing’, I believe I will die of disappointment, Swan.”

She laughed again, swatting playfully at his chest. “Idiot,” she answered.  “I think I can safely say that was something I’d be willing to repeat.”

His eyes lit up at her words.

Emma turned around, shrugged out of his jacket and handed it back to him. “I’d invite you in for…coffee,” she said, her cheeks going a delightful shade of pink, “but, you know, early call tomorrow and all of that.”

Killian reached up and cupped her cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “No matter Swan,” he said softly.  “I’m not interested in a torrid affair.  I should like for us to build something real together.  Something that will last.  No need to rush.  We’ve all our lives ahead of us to tend this fire blazing between us.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned forward, placing one more quick kiss against his lips before opening her apartment door. “Goodnight Killian.  See you in the morning.”

“Aye,” he answered. “Goodnight love.”

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Emma felt like she was floating on air as she made her way to set the next morning. Last night had been one of the best dates of her life.  It kind of surprised her how much she genuinely liked Killian.

It surprised her even more how that realization didn’t scare her at all.

The fact was, she trusted Killian.  She could afford to let herself fall; she knew he’d catch her.

“Morning, love,” he said with a broad smile the moment she stepped onto set. “Ready to film our last scene together?”

She smiled back. “Yeah,” she answered.  “Turns out I’ve been looking forward to this scene all night.”

He swaggered toward her. “Whatever for, darling?  Could it be because you eagerly anticipate sharing another kiss with a dashing pirate?”

She grinned, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Could be.”

His eyes widened at that. She laughed, rather enjoying being able to surprise him for once.

“Alright, break it up!” Leroy shouted. “Let’s get this show on the road.  Places everyone.”

Emma gave Killian one last smile, and then stepped through the door onto the set that was to function as Anna and Henry’s apartment.

Anna placed a steaming plate of food before her son, enjoying the easy simplicity of a Saturday morning spent with her kid. Life was good. Granted, for months she’d been having this feeling that something just didn’t compute. Something…she didn’t even know what…but something was missing.

“Mom, you forgot something,” Henry said, peering into his mug of hot cocoa.

Anna looked over at him and then snapped her fingers. “That’s right!  Cinnamon.”

She had just gotten to her feet, turning toward the kitchen to grab the missing spice when someone began banging on their door. She looked up, surprised.

“Someone coming over?” Henry asked.

“No,” she said. “Henry wait here.”

She approached the door cautiously, wondering who could be banging on her door at freaking 9:00 on a Saturday morning.

Nothing could have prepared her for the drop dead gorgeous man standing in her doorway. The drop dead gorgeous man who was dressed like a…pirate?

At the sight of her, the man’s entire face lit up. “Swan,” he breathed, “at last.”

He took a step forward, preparing to enter. She put up a hand, pushing him back.  “Do I know you?”

“I need your help,” he said urgently, “something’s happened, something terrible. Your family is in trouble.”

Yeah…so, drop dead gorgeous this guy might be but he was also certifiable.

“My family’s right here. Who are you?”

“An old friend,” he answered.

There was something about this man…something about the voice…that she remembered, something that was eluding her, just out of reach. A moment ago, she’d have sworn she’d never seen this guy before in her life, but now?  Now…crazy as it was, she was starting to wonder, wonder if…

“I know you can’t remember me,” he continued, glancing down at her lips, “but I can make you.”

With no more ado, the man surged forward, locking his lips with hers.

Anna’s first instinct was to shove him back, knee him in a place that would raise his voice a full octave, but something stopped her.   Something urged her on, urged her to lean into him, curling her hand around the nape of his neck.

And the moment she did there was a pulse, like a shockwave, that crashed over her. Sudden images flashed through her mind.  Henry being kidnapped.  Going to Neverland to search for him.  Her brother and sister-in-law at her side.  The battle with Peter Pan.  Saying goodbye at the town line and driving away.  And…and…

“Hook!” she breathed, stepping back to look at him.

“You remember?” he asked, smiling.

“Yeah, everything…what…what just happened.”

“Duh!” Henry said, coming up beside them and grinning. “Had to be True Love’s Kiss!”

Her heart pounded. “You…you think so kid?”

“Of course!” he said. “And you know I’m right.  I’m the truest believer after all.”

She…didn’t know how to respond to that other than to turn back to Hook, drag him to her bodily and kiss the daylights out of him until her son loudly protested their “grossness”.

“Ew!” Henry said. “Hook, don’t tell me you came all the way to New York just to kiss my mom!  That’s disgusting.”

Hook smiled. “I’d go to the ends of the earth for a chance to kiss your mum, but as it happens, that’s not the only reason I’m here.”

“Yeah?” Emma asked. “What else brought you?  Wait…did you say something about my family being in trouble?!  What happened?!!”

“Nothing the Savior can’t fix,” he said confidently. “Swan, are you and your son up for another adventure?”

“And…cut!” Regina yelled.

Emma turned toward the director and was shocked to see the broad smile on her face.

“What?” she asked, noting a similar smile on Henry’s face…and the camera man’s face…and the sound guy’s face…and on Mary Margaret and David’s faces as they watched filming from off stage.”

“You’ve been holding out on me, Miss Swan,” Regina said. “Both of you, actually.  I knew you two had chemistry, but…that…well, that had enough bang behind it to blow up an entire chemistry lab.”

“Yeah,” Mary Margaret said, “that really was amazing Emma. Not that you’re not always a good actress, but something’s changed.  What is it?”

Emma took a deep breath and looked up at Killian. He watched her cautiously, clearly waiting for her to take the lead on this conversation; unsure how much she was ready to reveal. 

And suddenly, just like that, the last vestiges of fear evaporated to be replaced with incredible joy. Reaching down, she grabbed Killian’s hand, deftly lacing their fingers.

“Well, can’t take as much credit for today as you guys are giving me,” she grinned. “It’s not exactly hard to act when the feelings behind it are one hundred percent real.”

Mary Margaret gasped. “Wait…are you saying…?  Do you mean…?”

“Yeah,” Emma nodded. “Killian and I had a date last night, and…well…I hope that was just the first of many.”

Killian swooped down and kissed her cheek. “For my part, if I get my way, we’ll have a myriad of such evenings spanning the rest of our lives.”

Henry cheered while Mary Margaret swooped in to hug her. “Just wait until Ruby finds out.  She’s going to totally flip out!”

Emma groaned, leaning her head on Killian’s shoulder. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to that ‘I told you so’, but if it means I get to be this happy, I think it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

[felixsaussieaccent]

To All The (Stray) Kids I’ve Loved Before | vi

Member: Minho/Lee Know

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“So, what about you?” Jeongin asked as I pouted “I got nothin.” I said. Every school in the area wanted students to choose an after school activity, and sadly, crying was not accepted. Jeongin decided to join a trot singing club, aka a trot version of Glee, Jisung and Changbin already had their rapping “club” and Yeojin was already doing gymnastics. I sighed and tried to think of what to do. I asked Seungmin, if he knew where I should go, but he advised that it would be best if I picked out the activity.

Something about actually enjoying myself in an after school activity and not just doing something because I have to or something...damn his smarts. But I did take his advice and try to think about something I was passionate about or wanted to do. Dancing came to mind and the idea stuck. I mean, there was a dance school next to my high school and everyone praised it. 2/3 being because of the dancing, 1/3 being because the teachers were apparently very attractive.

I decided to sign up at the dance school and I was very anxious for it. Mainly because it was something new and I was scared I wouldn’t get along with anyone or that I wouldn’t be good at it. My anxiety got bigger as the date of the first dance lesson approached. Dance lessons every Monday, Wednesday and Friday meant less spending time with my friends. But that also meant I would get to get away from seeing the guys’ faces, which made me want to punch them, due to my confusing feelings towards them.

The first dance lesson on Monday finally arrived and I wasn’t exactly jumping with joy. I got to the dance room where I saw many people already stretching, so I decided to do the same. “You new here?” A girl with ashy blonde hair next to me asked “Yeah, is it obvious?” I asked “Nah, just haven’t seen you around yet. I’m Minyeon, I’ve been dancing here for 2 and a half years now, I’m basically teacher level, so if you ever need help anything, feel free to ask me.” She answered “Thanks.” I replied.

I was happy there was at least one person who was nice to me here.....she seemed really friendly and I kinda gravitated towards her all through the lesson. After the lesson, she invited me to go get drinks with some of the other dancers. We went to a near by cafe where they talked about the dance school and tried to explain everything I might need to know at the dance school.

“Thanks for explaining and taking the time to talk to me about it. I really appreciate it.” I said “Nonsense. We treat each member of this school with as much respect as possible. And we try to talk to each other as often as possible so we have great teamwork.” Minyeon said “Which reminds me, I hear there’s a new teacher who’s gonna start teaching new week and apparently he was BTS’ backup dancer, so you know he both talented and cute.” She added.

As the conversation went on, so did the day, so eventually we all paid for our drinks and went home. I finally got good WiFi, as the mobile data in the cafe was garbage and the WiFi was nonexistent, which meant getting 25 unread messages from the group chat me, Jeongin, Jisung, Yeojin and Changbin are in, Seungmin and Minyeon.

Minyeon

Hey, Minyeon here! just wanted to text you, so you get my number haha. Anyway, see you Wednesday!

Seungmin

End me 🙃

This activity is horrible😒

I thought babysitting was suppose to be fun, not a living nightmare

I want my tutoring job back🙃

Please tell me your failing a class 😫

Also, how did the dance lessons go?

404! GC NAME NOT FOUND

Dessert Fox🖍❤️

Hey, what’s up, it’s your boy,.....star of trot Glee😏

Yeojin🤪💗

Glad you’re enjoying it. There’s some new people here because of this whole activity thing and they are so annoying

Squirrel Boi🐿🧡

And this ladies and gentlemen, is why you make your own club, in order to do nothing and not have to do some stupid after school activity

....

I replied to all of them before falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next day, Yeojin was ranting while Jisung and Changbin were gloating. The whole day was just a big pain, as I felt all of the exercise pain from yesterday beginning to start, which made me come to the dance lessons on Wednesday earlier, allowing me more time to stretch and prepare.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t know anyone would be here yet.” I said seeing that there was a man in the dance room. “Oh it’s fine, I was just warming up for my next class.” He said “Are you by any chance in the same class a Minyeon?” He asked as I nodded “Aaa! My new student! Nice to meet you, my name is Minho.” He said “I’m Y/N.” I introduced myself back “I’m quite new at this whole teaching thing, so if I’m a bit weird or awkward, please excuse my behaviour.” He warned “No, it’s fine, I’m new here too actually.” I reassured. “Oh, so we’re in this together then.” He chuckled.The time went by and more of the dancers arrived, but before anyone else arrived, Minho disappeared to the teacher’s room, I’m guessing. Minyeon greeted me before starting to stretch, which was quickly interrupted by Minho walking into the room.

“Hello, I am Minho, your new dance teacher. I’m new to teaching, so I apologize in advance.” He said, making the whole class giggle, resulting in me overhearing some “omg he’s cute”s and “he’s really attractive”s. “Anyway, shall we start? Are you all warmed up?” He asked as we all nodded “Great! So let’s begin our lesson.” He clapped his hands and smiled before putting on the music and showing us the first moves for us to get the vibe of the dance. His body moved as if he had no bones and I had to admit that I did maybe check him out several times, not only during his dance but also the lesson itself.

After the lesson, I felt like I was lacking in some parts of the choreography, so I stayed after everyone left and approached Minho. “Um, one question, would it be possible for you to show some moves again? I can’t really wrap my head around some of them.” I said, with an uncertain tone. “Oh, of course. Which ones?” He asked as the “private” lesson went on. “You’ve got the hang of it! Remember, if you feel like you need any more private lessons, I’m always here, ok?” He asked, smiling again before I nodded and thanked him. “See you on Friday!” I said before leaving the room.

Me

LISTEN

Yeojin🤪💗

Wassup, my homie

Me

First of all, never call me that

Like ever again

Second of all, I GOTTA NEW TEACHER AND HE CUTE

Yeojin🤪💗

OMG SPILL

I explained everything to her before finally going to bed, feeling way too exhausted to stay awake for even a second longer. Friday came around quickly and my anxiety had turned into excitement. The lessons became more fun and more exciting. Minho brought some type of chill atmosphere to the lesson and it became so much fun to attend these lessons and before I knew it, our first performance was near. I was excited but also scared I would mess the choreography up badly, asking Minho for those extra lessons.

“Your hip should be-May I?” He asked, his hand above my hip as he looked into the mirror to which I nodded and gulped. He put his hand on my hip and guided my hips to the rhythm. The move wasn’t very sexual or suggestive, it was a more cute and fun dance so my heart wasn’t beating faster because of the hip movement. It was mainly because I didn’t expect him to be this close. Through out the whole lesson, he was very close, which made my heart beat extremely fast, making me confused and unfocused, causing me to trip over my own legs and falling onto the ground with a lot of force.

I felt a bit of tears start to form in the corners of my eyes and a pain growing in my leg. “Omg, are you ok?” Minho bent down to me before trying to examine my leg. “It doesn’t feel broken, it’s probably just a big bruise...hold on.” He said as he got up to go get a first aid kit as I tried to get the ends of my legging higher so I could see the bruise. “Owww.” I commented at my own leg. It looked very bad, so I tried not to look at it too much. Minho came back and started patching up my leg. Once he was done, he helped me stand up, but with my new injury, I could barely stand properly, so I leaned into him for balance, which made my face turn really red.

I called my parent to pick me up, and Minho helped me to the car. “I hope your leg feels better, but I don’t think you should come to practice, you should rest, ok?” He said “No, I have to come, just to watch, if nothing else.” I said as he sighed and agreed to my idea.

The next time I came to practice, I had alreqdy gotten a crutch for my leg, causing every one of my dance teammates to tell me how I should rest. I tried to calm their worries by saying I’m only gonna watch, as I don’t want my minor injury to effect my dancing. Minho arrived into the room and told me to sit at the teacher’s corner and observe before starting the lesson. As the team went over the dance a few times, Minho came and sat next to me.

“How’s your leg?” He asked “It doesn’t hurt that much, the doctor said I’ll be good enough to dance till next Wednesday.” I said, happily “Do you think that’s gonna be enough time to study the choreography?” He asked as I remembered the performance is the Monday after the week I can start dancing again. “I don’t know, I would hope so, but I doubt it.” I answered, my tone getting sadder with every word. “It’s fine, don’t be sad about it, there’s always next performance!” He said, trying to cheer me up “Yeah, you’re right.” I replied, looking at the ground “Hey, you ok?” He asked, trying to see my reaction “Yeah.” I looked up at his face.

It was like he was examinating my face for any traces of sadness. “I’m not leaving until you smile.” Minho informed “What are you, Gordon Ramsey?” I joked, making him laugh. “It’s good that you haven’t lost your spirit, keep it up, I don’t wanna see a frown today, ok?” He smiled at me, waiting for my answer. I nodded and smiled back at him before he turned around and started teaching again.

He was very sweet the whole class, he kept checking up on me and making sure I don’t feel uncomfortable. At the end of the class, he helped me get to the elevator. “You know, I admire your passion. You didn’t have to come, you could have stayed at home and rested...but you didn’t. I see how much this means to you.” Minho said, waiting for my reaction as we stood in front of the elevator “Thanks.” I blushed and looked at the floor “You’re cute when you do that.” “Do what?” I looked up at him while being confused and probably looking like a tomato. “Look at the ground when you’re nervous or blushing.” He answered, making me blush even more.

Before I could answer, the elevator arrived and he stepped into the small room with me. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” I said before he hit the button for the main floor “Nonsense! You could get lost in this big space!” He joked, making me laugh and look at the ground again “You did it again.” He smiled “sorry I-“ “Don’t apologize, i said it was cute, remember?” He reminded, which resulted in me matching one of the red walls of the elevator. “You have something on you face.” He said as I tried to look at the mirror before he put his hand on my face. “It’s just an eyelash.” He explained as I realized how close we are again, looking down, making him realize as well. “I-“ I tried to say something, but my mind was blank. He stared at my face, waiting for any reaction before I felt his stare and looked at him. Our eyes were focused on each other and that’s when his eyes quickly made their way towards my lips and back to my eyes. Next thing I knew, he was leaning in as his eyes were closing and I panicked. I took a deep breath before mimicking his actions.

*Ding*

Right as our lips were about to touch, the elevator door opened, making us pull apart. “Oh, um, I’ll see you next lesson, then.” I said before quickly making my way out of the elevator “Um, yeah, see you then!” He said before pressing a button to get back up. I made my way to the car as I sighed and closed my eyes. So close.

Throughout the lessons, Minho still checked up on me and my leg, but there was an awkward aura everyone could sense, resulting in the members asking me about it, and me answering that it’s probably just in their minds. I couldn’t stop thinking about it though. His lips were so close to mine and he smelled so good. If my mind was like this after almost kissing him, I wonder what it would be like after actually kissing him. I tried to distract my mind and not think about the almost kiss or Minho, which was hard, as I kept staring at him during the lessons and I’m pretty sure everyone noticed.

Minyeon💃🏻

Omg, your crush on Minho is so obvious😂 calm down the heart eyes lol

Me

For your information, i do not have a crush on him, my eyes just happen to drift towards him and then resemble hearts, ok 😤

Minyeon 💃🏻

Sure 👀

The day of the preformance finally arrived and I decided to come before it actually started, to cheer them on. I didn’t have my crutch anymore, but I couldn’t dance with them, so I felt really bad and guilty about it, even if they kept reassuring me that it was fine. Minho came into the room with a suit, making me “heart eyes” literally form heart eyes. He looked so good in that suit, that I forgot about the conversation I was having with Minyeon and the other dancers. “Heart eyes.” Minyeon teased, making the other dancers chuckle and me playfully slap her arm. It was time for them to preform and I sat next to Minho throughout the whole ceremony and commented about how no team can compare to ours.

“You call that dancing? My cats could do better!” He whispered to me “You have cats?” I said, excitedly “Yeah, wanna see them?” He asked, his tone resembling a proud mom. “Duh.” I said as he took out his phone and showed me a picture “That one is named Soon-ie and this one is named Doong-ie.” He said “Awwweeee, cute.” I awed at the two cats “just like their owner.” I whispered to myself “What was that?” He asked “Nothing” I answered, smiling. “They’re a pain sometimes but when they’re that cute, you don’t mind.” He joked, making me chuckle.

Our team preformed really well and we hyped them up so much during the preformance, some of the people near us told us to be quieter, resulting in some awkward silence fro us. After the preformance, Minho decided to treat the whole team as they all cheered. I congratulated and praised them all before making my way to the door. “Where are you going?” Minho asked “You’re apart of this team too, come on.” He added, making me smile as we went to a near by restaurants, where we toasted to Minho and the team (with Coca Cola).

He kept looking at me during the meal and Minyeon even smirked at me at times, raising her eyebrow and “taking a selfie” which was really just a sly way of taking a photo of me and Minho. She later sent me that photo, almost giving me a heart attack. “So, thank you all for your hard work, it paid off and I hope you all continue to show your passion and talent! You did great!” Minho said as a goodbye before the members all left.

“How are we always left alone?” He asked me “I’m waiting for my parent to pick me up, I don’t know your excuse.” I joked as he chuckled. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, blushing “I don’t know, you’re just real cute.” He answered, still staring. I blushed, looking at the ground before hearing his chuckle “As always.” He commented “Hey, leave me and my shyness alone!” I joked before a stranger bumped into him accidentally, causing Minho and I’s distance to minimize. “Oh, hi.” He chuckled, realizing our faces are centimeters apart “Hi.” I said back before I found myself in the same situation as in the elevator. But this time, there was no *ding*. His lips touched mine and we both just stood there, kissing for about half a minute before pulling away and looking at each other, both of us not knowing what to do or say.

“Oh, I gotta go, that’s my ride.” I said, looking over and seeing a car approach. “Ok, well, um, good night!” He said calmly “Good night!” I said before making my way into the car and driving off.

Dear Minho,

.......

A/N: y’all already know that

1. This is garbage

2. I didn’t proof read this at all

So I hope you enjoyed this, thought I doubt you did, since as I said, this is trash. But yeah I did this super last minute and I didn’t proof read so I apologize for that lmao. I’m also planning a soulmate au one shot but idk which member to write abt so hit my inbox up lmao

[fuko-yugure]

DEM (creepypasta)

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The woman standing before me was giving me her condolences, the men behind her lower their gaze while the lady spoke, and I feel my little brother hugging me as he balled his eyes out crying. I could only look at the girl, hoping it was a joke, but instead, she stands up from the chair, walked up to me and places her hand on my shoulder. My body didn’t move, I simply stayed quiet as tears rolled down my cheeks, dripping on to my shirt. I hadn’t even noticed that the woman who brought me the news had left, that the person that was always there for us, no matter the difficulties in life, had died today. the heavy guilt my heart heavy; she just wanted the best for us and yet I never thanked her, in the small time that I saw her I never hugged her, but now that she is gone I had the need to do it, even though that was impossible. Now I wouldn’t see her anymore, the heavy workload had ended her life, the same work that had provided for us to have a better future.

The voice of one of the men had pulled me from my train of thoughts, we had to pack the little we had. I stood up without a trace of emotion on my face, took the small hand of my brother and told him everything was going to be fine as we walked to the wardrobe with our clothes.

I helped Uriel with putting away his things feeling the watchful gaze of the men on me.

With everything packed in trash bags we left the small unkept apartment with no return. We got in a grey car in complete silence. The only thing that was heard was the car’s engine and the breathing of the little boy beside me.

The car stopped in front of a large building with white walls with black gates with sharp points on top. This was going to be our new ‘home’ from now on. We got out the car and on the woman’s command we enter the large house.

Only a few minutes inside and all eyes were sending daggers at my vacant gaze and the scars on my skin. Some whispered, others laughed pointing at me or even ran away. I only took Uriel’s hand with a stronger grip and advanced up to where the lady told us. She filled out some papers with our information and told to leave our stuff in our rooms. The only thing I wanted to do was to be alone for a little bit. I picked up our stuff and guided by one of the men to where the rooms are.

Arriving at the door, he signaled us which beds were ours and left us to settle in. Uriel, who had stayed quiet the whole time since we left the apartment looked at me straight in the eye, with sadness, as he breathed anxiously and whispered, “I’m scared.”

Hearing those words, I got in front of him and placed my hands on his shoulders then spoke the first thing that came to mind, “Don’t worry, DEM will take care of us.”

Just as I finished my sentence, the kid stops crying from his coffee colored eyes, saying “But mom said that DEM isn’t real.”

I didn’t know what to respond, mom never believed in his existence, always said that he was an imaginary friend I that I made to not feel lonely. Because of this we argued many times, every time DEM did something, I was blamed, but of course, since she couldn’t see him I was the one grounded. I glanced at DEM for help, but he only laughed. My brother looked at me weirdly, so I let him go silently and continued organizing our stuff.

As the days went by Uriel was able to talk to some of the other boys around the same age as him almost to the point of having a group. But for me, it was impossible, everyone looks at me with disgust, in part I could understand, I’ve been told since I was able to think rationally. At five years of age living with my mother in an abandoned building practically in the streets, this one man which we remembered every time he passed by would say that we only filled his world with shit, that it would be better that our class would die. He was the one who took my right eye as well as made the scars on my face, solely tot remind me that I was nothing. Of course, my mother found work and in time we were able to move away to the humble apartment with limited space. We were okay with the one bed until mom was pregnant and I ended up sleeping on the floor. my father and his father were both a mystery to us, my mother never told us who they were, but she also never brought men to our home, surely if she did they would leave when they saw me. Hence why I asked her about it, she deserved to be happy and I would only destroy it.

DEM also laughed at me, but he did help me sometimes, with him I didn’t feel so alone, and I owed him because of it. He accompanied me half my life, at first, he was simple an imaginary friend but I depended on him so much that he become real. No one knew since my mom worked so much that one day I ran away from home and without realizing I arrived at a dark place with various mirrors where a weird lady taught me how to make tulpas. With lots of practice DEM became real, now he is one of those creatures known as ‘tulpa’, but not yet as powerful to make himself visible to other people. I know that for him to gain more power he needs to take my energy, but that will mean I would die, so we made a deal. I do what he orders me to do while DEM only absorb just enough energy to exist.

Time has passed by very slow in this place. Sometimes new kids came, others were adopted, but for me it stayed the same. After a year my brother was almost adopted but he asked that if they were adopting him to also adopt me. The couple agreed at first but seeing me they kept quiet. The following day they adopted a different kid, leaving us both to this horrible place called orphanage.

Of course, with all the time we spent there one day a boy approached to talk to me, about maybe twelve-year-old, probably Uriel asked him to be my friend, so I wouldn’t feel so alone. But it didn’t work, DEM got jealous that I was talking with someone other than him, he ordered me to hit him. Some years ago, the same happened at school with a seven-year-old kid which ended up in the hospital with the few punches I threw at him. Needless to say, I was expelled and since then I haven’t attended school. I can read and write though since I would practice with Uriel. This kid though, I only punched him once in the stomach. They punished me by taking away my dinner for a week. It wasn’t very important to me, when we lived with mon the most meals we had a day were two.

The punishment had finished, and they made me apologize to the boy and hug him. In the hug he told me that the punch didn’t matter to him, he knew I was like this because of how I was treated and that’s why he wanted to be my friend. I was surprised by his words and gesture, but that angered DEM and I noticed. Before he could order me to do something to the boy that I would regret, I left running as fast as I could.

The boy didn’t approach me anymore, I still don’t know why but its much better like this. It scares me to imagine what DEM would have made me do to him if he tried to be my friend.

The rest of the days went the same: sleep in the bed beside Uriel, wake up, dress up, and eat breakfast at the sat seat at the end of the table so I wouldn’t need to sit beside the rest of the people. Then I would go back to the bedroom and talk to DEM until lunch time doing the same thing as breakfast, later we go to a type of school that was there where a woman taught us the basics. I would like to say that I learned something, but DEM would distract me and always ended up outside the classroom. During snack time some of the kids would go to do trials with families, they just had to spend some time with candidates and fosters. Others would just leave, already being adopted, and when this happened their friends would cry. But I stayed the same, it didn’t matter to me who left and who stayed since I didn’t talk to anyone other than DEM or Uriel, I didn’t feel empathy for anyone. After the tears and the farewells came dinner, except for those who misbehaved of course. When dinner was over, we go back to our bedrooms to sleep.

After 2 years I could not tolerate being here anymore, DEM told me that I should do something for myself. Thinking for a few days, and with help, I did it. Past midnight, on a Monday I woke up my little brother, he looked at me confused as I was a bit agitated, got a hold of his shoulders and sat him on the bed. With a serious voice I told him my plan, his face turned to a look of horror. Before he could yell I placed a hand on his mouth and with my other hand I plunged my fingers into his left eye taking it out. I broke the window and jumped out, glass shards scratched my skin some even stayed on my clothes. Now I was free and my little brother, he wouldn’t be adopted, someday I will be back to find him.

Since that day DEM and I lived going from house to house, hiding and robbing what we could. Once owners found out, DEM would help me eliminated them, and I would take a moment to take one of their eyes out and place it in the vacant hole of my right eye socket.

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

on the 2nd day of 🎄, canyousevmyheavydirtysoul gave to you...

Ice-Skating with My Chemical Romance.

Mikey:

“W-woah!” Mikey’s eyes went wide and he reached out for your arm, clutching it desperately as he tried to keep himself upright.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, stifling a giggle as you tried to help the bassist regain his equilibrium, giving him a smile once he did, “See? You’re fine.”

Mikey nodded, relaxing slightly but still squeezing the life out of your arm.

“Let’s try and move a little,” you pushed your one skate behind the other and propelled your body slightly backwards, gently tugging Mikey along with you. “There we go.”

Cautiously, Mikey slid forward, trying as best he could to not topple forward and knock the both of you to the cold, hard ice. You kept a firm grip on his hands, helping him along and slowly but surely, he started to get the hang of it.

The two of you glided carefully along the slippery surface as you passed soothing comments at your nervous counterpart. He was doing well, and seemed to be able to move relatively fine on his own, so you decided to pick up the pace a little bit. It made no difference at first, but not too long after, when Mikey glanced down, he let out a strangled cry and suddenly, the both of you were falling back.

Standing at the edge of the lake, Gerard chuckled as he watched the two of you hit the ice.

“What an idiot,” Ray scoffed, as he shook his head and walked up next to Gerard. “This is the fifth time he’s fallen in the last ten minutes. He’s making a fool out of himself.”

“Or is he a genius?” Gerard cocked an eyebrow as both his and Ray’s gazes filtered over to you, giggling as you lay with your back on the ice, a blushing Mikey on top of you, gently brushing the hair from your face. “He’s known how to skate since he was seven.”

Gerard:

“Alright,” you grunted, reaching to clasp the bannister to steady yourself, Gerard trying to do the same, “You’re never choosing what to do on date night ever again.”

“Oh, come on,” Gerard frowned, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he tried to shuffle forward, to the bannister, “this is fun!”

You snorted, tilting your head back and rolling your eyes. “If your definition of ‘fun’ is making a fool out of yourself in front of fifty strangers, then yeah, this is super fun.”

“My love, no one is even paying attention to us,” Gerard sighed, leaning back against the bannister and gesturing to the various groups of people, all of them laughing and chattering amongst each other as they glided across the ice, “They’re all focusing on themselves. Come on,” he nudged you in the ribs, “Let’s go back on. Who cares if we fall? Everyone falls the first time.”

Very reluctantly and with a heavy sigh, you took Gerard’s outstretched hands and allowed him to pull you back onto the rink.

After another few falls here and a lot of mumbled curse words there, the two of you finally managed to get to the point of being able to at least move along the edges – close to the bannister – without facepalming the ice.

Gerard slid up behind you and gently wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a kiss to your cheek as you sighed contently, leisurely shuffling along the ice.

“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?”

“No,” you admitted, reaching back to run your hand through his hair, “it’s not.”

“Uh huh,” he smirked, removing his hands from your body and skating in front of you, “Hey, (Y/N),” you raised your eyebrows in expectance, “I’ll race ya. Last one at the opposite end has to do the dishes for a week!”

“What?” you shrieked, “No, I’m not good enough at thi-“

“And GO!”

“Gerard!” you yelled out in disapproval, but your boyfriend was already hastily gliding across the ice. “Ugh,” you groaned, moving to skate forward, but falling instead. “Oof!” you hit the ground hard, and struggled to get up, since the bannister wasn’t in reach, and obviously, the ice wasn’t an ideal surface to push yourself up on. “Gerard! Help me!”

Your boyfriend’s giggle sounded through the air.

“GERARD!”

Frank:

“No, (Y/N).”

“Yes, Frank.”

The shorter man turned to glare at you. “I don’t want to go.”

“Well, you’re gonna,” you sassed, advancing on him in a way in which you hoped was threatening.

“Ha!” Frank laughed in your face. “No, I’m not.”

“Why?” you challenged, folding your arms and raising both eyebrows. “Are you scared that my sick ice-skating skills are gonna put you to shame?”

“Yeah, sure,” he humoured you, patting your head.

Groaning, you slouched your shoulders. “Please, Frank!’

“No. I don’t like ice-skating.”

“I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice,” you sighed, holding your hands up as he gave you an amused smirk. “Frank, if you don’t come ice-skating with me, I’m not having sex with you for an entire month.”

Frank’s breath hitched and he looked fearful for a moment, but a second later, he was smiling, and shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh, that’s fine. I don’t care,” he scoffed.

“Uh huh?” you raised your eyebrows again and ran your tongue over your lips, “Is that so?”

Frank averted his gaze from you and frowned at the ground.

“Damn it, (Y/N).”

~

You gawked on in complete shock as Frank skated across the ice. He was gliding along with such grace and elegance, that you almost didn’t recognise him as your boyfriend. He was doing leaps, twirling around people, and was that a pirouette that he just did?

That son of a bitch lied to you. He said he didn’t like ice-skating! And yet here he was, moving on the ice like a damn figure skater. All the while you stood on the sidelines, watching him. You thought you were a good skater, but watching Frank… you couldn’t do half of the things he was doing.

Your mouth continued to hang open as he approached you, a smirk on his stupidly adorable face.

“You haven’t been on the ice for more than two minutes,” he said as he slid up next to you, cocking his head to the side, “What’s wrong, princess? My sick ice-skating skills putting you to shame?”

Ray:

Laughing along with your friends, the group of you skated around on the ice in an absentminded fashion, not really concerned about where you were headed and just enjoying your time on the ice.

“God, I forgot how fun this is,” you sighed, doing a little twirl, “Why don’t we do this more often?”

“Uh, maybe because this lake isn’t frozen all year round?” (Y/B/F) chuckled, circling around you.

Poking your tongue out at her, you picked up the pace and glided past the rest of your group in a graceful circle.

“Show off,” Jake scoffed, earning a taunting smirk from you before you proceeded to do a 360 degree air-jump, “Woah, be careful,” he warned.

“Relax,” you rolled your eyes, slowing down to the minimal pace and skating towards him, “I’m not gonna crash into anyon-“

“LOOK OUT!”

You turned just in time to see the worried expression and huge head of hair belonging to your assailant before he crashed into you, knocking you to the ice with a dull thud.

Groaning, you mustered up all the strength you could manage and pushed the stranger off of you.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, hands and feet slipping beneath him as he tried to scramble into a kneeling position, “I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay?”

With a rub to the back of your head, you tried to move, but the shooting pain in your ankle stopped you. Looking down, you let out a strangled cry and felt your stomach twist in nausea as you saw your foot, twisted in a way that you were sure was not humanly possible.

“Oh no,” you groaned, turning away from your injury; the sight of it made you feel sick.

“Oh no,” he grimaced, looking at your foot, “I’m so, so, unbelievably sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, “Here, let me-let me help you,” he attempted to shift your body, but recoiled with a jolt when you cried out in pain, “Shiiit.”

“Nice going, Princess Fro-Fro!” the shortest member of the guy’s group called out to him, shaking his head, “Ya know, injuring a pretty lady is no way to get her number! Just saying.”

“Shut the fuck up, Frank,” the guy yelled back angrily before turning back to you with a concerned expression, “Fuck, I’m so-“

You held up a hand to silence him. “Princess Fro-Fro, was it?”

“Uh, Ray, actually.”

“Ray,” you nodded, “I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop apologising for one second, and call a medic for me.”

“Right. Right, of course,” Ray nodded, before turning around and signalling for the on-site medic.

“Oh, and be sure to leave your number with my friends, over there,” you added, and he looked at you, stunned. “So that I can sue your ass.”

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Thank you for reading x

[satsuki2406]

Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"I've seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon."

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she'll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers, LONG ass chapter.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, the Angry Dandelion

3-In Conclusion, This Day Was...

The light night air caressed (Y/N)’s face and swayed her hair as she calmly strolled on the street. The ride from the konbini was short, after a couple of minutes, (Y/N) reached her home’s front gate. She pushed the creaky short gate pushing her bike along her with the shopping bags and closed it behind her. She put the bike on its little corner next to the driveway and locked it. She took the two shopping bags, along with her bag and walked to the front door. Before (Y/N) could even align the key with the keyhole, the door was harshly swung open revealing a much preoccupied and almost hyperventilating woman, (E/C) eyes met an equal pair of concerned (E/C) ones.

“Oh, (Y/N)! you’re finally home!” Immediately (Y/N) was engulfed in the hugest mama bear hug imaginable. Her mother, Akari consumed by aggravation and worry squeezed the lights out of her ‘little baby’ alleviated to have her between her arms, safe and sound.

“Mom...! I can’t- I can’t breathe…!” (Y/N) choked out.

“Oh, I’m so sorry baby! You know how I get when I’m worried, and excited, and when I see a good deal at the supermarket but enough of me! Tell me, are you alright? Are you hurt?” Lovingly, Akari cupped (Y/N) soft cheeks and proceeded to quickly exanimate her closer, looking for any scratch or cut. “Your temperature is normal, does any part of your body hurt?”

“Well, other than my legs, my butt, and the growing migraine I’ve been feeling since I left the konbini, I’m awesome, thank you.”

“I knew it! I knew that something was wrong! You must have been trapped in that horrible incident in the commercial district! What if the migraine is because you hit your head and will develop some brain damage if we don’t treat you immediately or your legs are injured?! What if they have to amputate them!? Should I call 911?! Or take you myself to the hospital?! No! We have no time to lose! Quick! Get in the car! I’ll go and get the keys and my purse-I have to call your dad!! Oh but he’s way too far right now! What if!-”

“Alright Mom! enough!” (Y/N) snapped. “Look at me, now, inhale and exhale, sloooowly, take your time and calm down. Once you are relaxed, I’ll explain myself, so stop jumping to conclusions please. Look at me in the eyes-that’s right, deep breaths, deep breaths…” You said softly while you also breathed deeply to show your mom how she had to do it while she dramatically imitated you, putting a hand over her chest to help herself.

“Al-Alright, I-I’m feeling better now”

“Perfect, so the reason I’m late is, indeed related to the villain attack, BUT! No how you are thinking! You know that in the center of the city there’s a bikeway, right?”

“Y-Yes I do”

“So, you also must remember that the Commercial District is part of that same bikeway’s route, right?”

“I-I recall so, yes”

“Perfect! Now that we have that important but kinda trivial piece of information clear, I’ll proceed to tell you what happened. Sooo… During my way back I decided to ‘take my time’ and you know, explore the city. But, but, but! When I was about to go back home, I heard a really big explosion coming from there, there was a lot of smoke as well. Right there I ran into an elderly lady and her daughter and they explain me the situation, they also advise me to get home as soon as I could. But the fastest and safest route home with the bike implies going right into the crime scene which was a super no-no, so I saw myself forced to take the long route around the Dagobah Park, a.k.a the city’s biggest illegal trash dump all the way down the coast line which took me around an hour which is also the reason my legs and butt hurt, oh! And also, the stop on the konbini that ended in an unfortunate incident related with a defective Ramune bottle and a rabid macaque-”

“W-Wait a minute! R-Rabid macaque?!” Your mother exclaimed panicked.

“That’s irrelevant right now mother, my point is I’m ok, and I’m not feeling like getting into the ER right now, also I have perishable products in this bags that need refrigeration and I reek like death and destruction, so can we enter to the house pretty please?”

“O-Oh, right, that was a bit confusing but I think I got it.”

“Great! By the way I bought the missing ingredients to make dinner.”

“Fantas!- Oh no! I was so preoccupied about you that I forgot to make dinner! I haven’t even made rice! Why don’t you take a bath while I put up something together to eat? You can also tell me about your first day of school over dinner!”

“Ok!”

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Contently, (Y/N) hopped up the stairs and made a beeline to her bedroom. Although she has only been living in there for 2 weeks and a half, she found herself loving the place, the new house in general was really homey and cozy, it was roomy and stylish, somewhat similar to the house she lived before with her family back in Sapporo. One detail that she found extremely beautiful was that this new house possessed an ample number of skylights, in almost every room of the house, including hers, it gave her an amazing view of the sky while she was lying on her bed during night, or the rain clipping and clapping over the crystal. The house also possessed a pretty old and pretty picturesque cherry blossom tree in the backyard that had gifted them that very same spring with lots of delicate pink petals that she usually saw dancing in the wind.

But her room was something special. (Y/N) was not sure if it was the way the light illuminated it, or the color the room was painted at that moment but it was something similar like love at first sight. Since that very first moment she and her parents visited the place along with the realtor that winter day last year, she knew that this would be her special corner.

Moving itself is a long and tedious process, but in their case the distance made it trickier. Musutafu and Sapporo were 880 miles away from each other, which mean they had to go there by plane, otherwise, (Y/N) would’ve to be stuck in her parents’ car for over 18 hours.

The moving truck was sent in advance so their stuff would be there the day they arrived. The flight only took 1 hour and 35 minutes, it was really short but once (Y/N) got out of the plane it was like she entered into another dimension. Musutafu was way bigger than Sapporo, also busier and hectic, there were more heroes around the city which made sense because of its size, the crime rate must be higher here as well.

After all the unpacking and mess that moving in implied, the Shinohara family was successfully settled down, it felt like it was so long ago. Time really flies by when you are occupied, huh?

(Y/N) closed her room after she entered, going directly to her bed, plopping herself in the fluffy comforter. Suddenly with the corner of her eye she caught a sudden movement next to her, focusing more she recognized a familiar ball of white fluff that napped away comfortably over the mound of pillows and cushions situated on the upper part of the bed.

“Mashumaro!~”

“Mrrrow~”

Mashumaro, a 5-year-old white British Shorthair, stretched deliciously and stud up from his pillowy paradise to receive one of his (several) daily coddle sessions. (Y/N) opened her arms to the affectionate feline, enveloping him in a warming hug.

“Oh Mashu! You can’t imagine the day I had! Everything could have gone perfectly fine if it wasn’t for that stupid angry blowfish! And when I thought I got rid of him for the day, he ‘blessed’ me showing up in the konbini! That idiot! How dare he to live nearby!? I hope he doesn’t live close at all, see his ugly puckered face at school every day is bad enough! I’m utterly exhausted, and this was just the first day.”

“Mrrrow”

“Yes! Can you imagine?! How the rest of the year would be?!”

“Mrrrow”

“I know, I know, thankfully this is the last year of middle school, after next spring, boom! No more Bakushit!”

“Mrrrow”

“Oh Mashu! ~ You are the only one who understands me, thank you for listen to me, I feel better now~”

“Mrrrow...?”

“Talking about feel better, I have a date with that ofuro at the end of the corridor, so if you excuse me…”

In a fluid move (Y/N) wiggled out of her bed, leaving her furry companion to keep enjoying his catnap and get the most comfortable pjs she could find in her wardrobe. With the selected garments in her bed, she left her room and headed to the bathroom. Once inside the wet room, she proceeded to fill the tub, setting the water temperature to her liking. Meanwhile, (Y/N) slipped off her uniform and folded it aside into the hamper to wash later. Once ready, she stepped under the shower and turned on the head, soaking herself completely in the relaxing liquid. (Y/N) eagerly washed away all the stress and sweat that formed during this crazy day.

‘I wonder if Midoriya made it home safely’ (Y/N) absentmindedly took her shampoo bottle and squeezed some of its contents over her hand and applied it over her head.

She hummed blissfully while her fingers massaged her scalp. The bipping of the controlling pad interrupted her relaxation moment to inform her that the tub was filled and ready. She rinsed her hair and body drenched in shampoo and body wash foam and applied her conditioner to the final touch. Once she was ready, she turned off the shower head and wrapped her wet hair in a towel, she tested the water with her toe, which she approved with a soft sigh and submerged completely and hummed contently.

“Ahhh~ This is life!” (Y/N) closed her eyes and let herself being wrapped in relaxation and tranquility.

‘I’ll ask Midoriya tomorrow how it went, I hope he didn’t have to go near the villain attack. For what they say it was a big deal, I hope the hostage is ok’

(Y/N) came to a halt with the soft knock on the door. “(Y/N) sweetie, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes, don’t take too long so you can eat it while it still hot.”

“Ok mom! I will, thanks!”

‘I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow! I wonder if I can change classes or something, but that means Midoriya would be left alone at the mercy of that brute again.’

‘Alone…’

“No! Midoriya has had to deal with this by his own, if I can do something about it, I will”

‘He deserves to feel that someone appreciates him, supports him and believes in him, just like anybody else’

(Y/N) stud up from the tub and covered herself with a towel and exited the bathroom. Once in her room, she closed the door and sited on her bed to check her phone.

“Oh, I got a message…”

From: Haru ✨

 3:42 pm

Hey gurl! How was everything? 😁 Sorry I didn’t text you during lunch, I forgot my phone in the classroom, 😓 silly me I guess, 😅 like always, haha! 🤣🤣 Anyway! Tell me! How are schools down there? Did you meet some cute guys?~ 👀🤩 I’ll call you tonight!~ 😘💋

“What do you mean ‘how are schools down there’ you moron, like in the rest of Japan.” You snickered.

To: Haru ✨

6:41pm

It is complicated to tell how my day was, ‘incredible’ maybe? 🙄 Just to give you a preview it got me so tired that I want to sleep for the next 25 years and this was just the first day. 😫😫 Anyway, I’ll go get dinner, call you later. 

(Y/N) dried her body, put on the clothes she chose and went down stairs were she saw her mom setting the table filling it with several steaming yummy looking plates and bowls.

“Wow! this looks really good!~”

“I’m glad you think so, come on, sit now before it gets cold”

“Ok!~”

There on the table laid a full arrange of delicious comfort food; hearty veggie miso soup, grilled salmon, green salad and potato salad, pickled veggies and last but certainly not least katsu white curry, one of (Y/N) favorites.

“Its been a long time since we ate white curry!”

“And don’t forget the cheese stuffed tonkatsu~”

“Yay! ~”

“Itadakimasu!”

(Y/N) took a spoonful of rice and curry and hummed happily at the savory and spicy flavors dancing in her tongue, the golden-brown tonkatsu was crispy and juicy, crowned by the gooey cheese on the inside.

‘Mom’s food is the best~’

“By the way, your father called when you were in the shower, he said he’ll be back in Musutafu on Thursday afternoon”

“Really?! That’s awesome!”

“Things went way smoothly than he thought, we will bring the remaining suitcases we left, the ones with summer clothes”

“Oh, those will come handier here since is warmer”

“You are right, now tell me how was your first day of school? Did you make some new friends?”

(Y/N) almost chocked on her soup as all her misadventures of the day came to her mind at the same time, trying to think about a good response she cleared her throat and compose a bit.

“Mmm, I’m not actually sure if I can call him a friend but there was this really timid guy in my class-”

“Oh! A boy?! Good thing your father is not here otherwise he would be seething, and crying at the same time because his baby is growing up so fast!” Your mom said with an amused expression on her face at the mental image of your father in such state, the tips of her fingers were covering her lips in a vain attempt to conceal her giggles.

“M-Mom! I-It’s no like that! A-And I just met him today! Good God! Don’t go saying things like that so blatantly!” (Y/N) said suddenly rising from her seat, her face completely aflame with shame for her mother’s words.

“Oh honey, I’m kidding! No need to get so riled up!”

“Hmp!” (Y/N) grunted with puff up checks and an expression that more than angry, looked cute. And of course, her mom made sure to emphasize it.

“That face makes me want to squish it to death just like when you were still my little cutie baby boo! ~”

“M-Mom! Stop it!!!”

“Haha! Honey calm down! Don’t take it too seriously!”

“Hmm…”

 📱📱📱

“Woah, woah, woah! So, you are telling me that this guy actually called you a bitch and threaten you and another classmate in front of the whole class and the teacher didn’t do or say anything?! No even detention or something?!” (Y/N) best friend, Haruka exclaimed as she suddenly paused applying her moisturizing cream, a part of her ‘night beauty routine’.

“You got it, I guess that he’s scared of him, everyone actually, so he must be used get away with everything and you know that people usually looks away when a quirkless person is discriminated, like it wasn’t serious or it was something to laugh about.”

“Yeah crude but true, unfortunately that’s not new, the ‘bully with a decent quirk’ kind of story is really common, but to that extent? Is kind of terrifying. You also said he wanted to be a hero? What the heck?! I’ll definitely will not support a hero like that! If you actually could be able to call him a ‘hero’ after all, I hope that U.A reject him on the spot! A meanie who bullies my bestie does not deserve such title!”

“I’m pretty sure that the U.A staff would have your concerns into consideration”

“I’m serious (Y/N)!”

“Me too”

You were now laying lazily in the comforting warmness of your bed. As you promised you called Haruka after dinner, filling her into all the details of your crazy first day, and a certain insufferable spiky blond.

“How about you? How was everything there?”

“Cold as hell! It started snowing when I was walking back home. You know, typical Hokkaido.”

“You know that the hell is hot, rig-?”

“Don’t smartmouth me bitch, you get my point.”

“Yeah, yeah, today the weather was really nice here, is getting warmer everyday and the sakura are on full bloom. I think is the first time I haven’t freeze to death on my first day of school. It was a nice experience for a change.”

“Oh, I’ll wish to be there! I can’t believe we are in firkin’ April but it feels like January!”

“Like you said, Typical Hokkaido. Hey Haru, my eyelids are closing; I’ll go to sleep now ok? I’ll message you tomorrow and please for God’s sake don’t leave your phone in the classroom, you moron.

“Ok! Ok Mom! Geez! Suzue told me there was this new hottie in class 3-C and I had to check if he was Jefree Star Approved!”

“Doesn’t Jefree Star review make-?? Oh! Shut up and go to sleep!”

After hanging up to a pouty Haruka, (Y/N) put her phone to charge and submerged herself under the softness of her comforter, turning off the bedside lamp she sighed prying to whatever God out there listening that tomorrow could be a better day.

“Just a good day, that’s all I’m asking for…”

With little flashbacks of all those days spent with Haruka and all her friends, her family, her old home, of Hokkaido.

 Embraced in sweet memories, she was lulled to sleep.

Raise your hand if your mom also freaks out about everything ✋

*Mashumaro: Marshmallow in Japanese ヾ(•ω•`)o

[abittoosweetie]

Slam Dunk Chapter 2

I’m back! I had the worst case of writer’s block (always happens for some reason) and a super busy past two weeks, along with a birthday!

I deeply apologize for keeping you guys waiting on this chapter (well two chapters because I said I would have chapter 3 up, but that has yet to be written) but here it is! 

If you haven’t read chapter 1 yet, here is the link.

Thank you all for being so patient with me, and for leaving reviews, reblogs, and likes!

Let’s get on with chapter 2 now!

It had been two weeks since the incident at the Roman mansion and Ahsha Hayes had been a roller coaster of emotions. The routine of smiling throughout the day and being up all night became her new norm.

As her best friends, Jelena and Kyle made it an effort to spend as much time as they could with Ahsha, making sure that she was not spinning out on her heartbroken emotions.

On Friday nights while the kids spent time with Derek for the weekend the three young mothers would get together and have wine and pizza night. Last weekend, wine and pizza night turned out to be an utter fail when Ahsha sobbed uncontrollably, giving Jelena and Kyle a sense of lost hope.

"We need a plan." Jelena says as she takes a sip of her Starbucks cold brew.

"What? Torture her into talking about the divorce?" Kyle jokingly assumes. Jelena frowns at her best friend who stuffs a piece of pound cake in her mouth.

"I say we stage an intervention with the both of them." Kyle says, making Jelena almost choke on her coffee.

"Are you crazy? She'd never do that."

"That's the point, J, she won't. Look we know how stubborn Ahsha is, and we know how stubborn Derek is as well. Making them talk it out would work."

"But how are we going to get them together?" Jelena inquires, cooking up a plan in her devious little head of her’s.

"Maybe the guys can help us." Kyle suggests. Little does Mrs. Hart-Wall know, the guys would become great help.

Another successful weekend set the tone for a successfully great week at work for Ahsha. Pizza and wine night gave the young mother something to look forward to and seemed to make the work week go by quickly for Ahsha.

The thing that she enjoyed most about her job is that she could dance and unwind, and do what she loves to do best, help people develop a love for dance.

Little does she know, this Friday night holds different plans.

"Are you guys excited for pointe tonight?" She asks her class of ten advanced pointe dancers who put their pointe shoes on after an hour of stretching. The last twenty minutes of her dance class are usually spent going over choreography.

The girls sigh and nod their heads, making Ahsha giggle. No one said pointe was easy, putting your feet into a small boxed shoe and standing on your toes hurt.

You're also expected to dance perfect as well. Does pointe still sound fun? To Ahsha, it was a dream come true when she first took pointe.

Ahsha's feet are sore, having just got out of teaching her five PM beginner's pointe class. Among the students in the beginner's pointe class is Mackenzie who adores standing on her toes.

Derek opposed the idea of seeing his little girl on her toes at ten and a half years old, but with reassurance and convincing thanks to Katharine and Kyle, his mind was at ease. Ahsha is his daughter's mother and that made him trust that his baby girl was in great hands.

The young mother laces her shoes and tucks the laces underneath each other. Taking a sigh she stands en pointe, doing frappe's and battements while waiting for her students to finish lacing their shoes.

"Okay let's start." Ahsha tells her class once her last student finishes tying her shoes.

"We’re going to practice going up in relevé and holding it while trying to move our hips." She tells them and demonstrates. The whole class joins in.

"Perfect. Next we're going to work on simple chaîné turns across the floor. Together, for the few of you afraid of going across individually." She says and looks at her students who put their heads down.

"Hey. I've been there. Even when I was a Devil Girl." She implies, cheering up her students who love to hear about her Devil Girl stories.

The dancers go across the floor in their chaîné turns and then work on their pirouettes.

"Okay, now the recital piece." Ahsha excitedly chimes.

The girls move across the floor in sync, making their dance teacher proud.

Ahsha notices some of her dancers looking sore and exhausted, she looks at the clock and notices that class is over for the day. "That's enough pointe work for today. Remember ladies, Wednesday is the last pointe class before recital week so it's very important that you're here."

The girls, including Ahsha eagerly take off their pointe shoes. Ahsha takes off her gel pads and put them back into her shoes. "I need to try lambs wool." She tells herself.

"I'll see you guys next week." She says as each one of her students waves goodbye to her and leaves for the week.

"See you next week Ms. Ahsha!"

"See you later, Ashley!" Ahsha calls out, taking a sigh of relief that she is done for the night.

It is now seven o'clock and Ahsha decides that she does not want to leave the dance studio yet. Pizza and wine can wait another hour or so.

Putting on her shoes, she grabs her belongings and places them by the door. "Thank God I grabbed everything before leaving my office." She says to herself.

A particular person stands outside of the window watching their ex wife's hips sway to the music and dance fluidly as if she was on air. Ahsha does a dip to the floor and continues dancing her heart out without knowledge of the business man's presence.

Derek stands and watches as Ahsha continues to move across the floor, turning him on with every move she makes.

He walks into the room as the song changes to the sexy tango playlist on her phone. Ahsha goes into ballet, still keeping up the sexy choreography. She spins and grabs her leg, holding it over her head. Letting go of her leg, she leaps into a firebird.

"Oh my God!" She screams and turns off the music, clutching her chest, now aware of the presence of her former lover.

Derek can't help but laugh at his ex wife's scared reaction and closes the door behind him.

"I came to pay for the girls' dance classes and heard the music playing. I wanted to see if you were up here." He replies nervously, biting his lip.

Ahsha breathes out and nods her head. "Okay. Thank you for letting me know." She says, adding a light chuckle.

"Listen, about what happened two weeks ago..." Ahsha starts to cut him off, still feeling a little bothered about what happened between them.

"It was out of line, I know. It will never happen again."

Derek's face falls and he feels his stomach hit his feet. "I wasn't going to say..." Cutting him off again, Ahsha starts to speak what comes to her mind.

"Then what were you going to say, Derek? He speaks! After a year the man finally has words coming out of his mouth! Wow."

He shakes his head and starts again. "If you would let me finish, we can get somewhere."

Ahsha pushes past Derek and grabs her things walks out the door, leaving him behind her. Not a care in the world crossed Ahsha's mind when it came to Derek's thoughts.

"Ahsha!"

"You know, I find it hilarious how you have so much to say now, but you spent two years barely saying a word to me. The only time we ever had some form of communication was when it came to our kids!" She shouts at him, taking him aback by her actions.

"I didn't mean..."

"I don't want to hear that you didn't mean it! You hurt me Derek! You mean to tell me that you didn't mean to hurt me? What about the kids? You didn't mean to hurt them either?" Ahsha quizzes, tears threatening to fall down her face.

The two make it to the elevator and Derek presses the down button.

"I'm not getting on that elevator with you." She snaps, quickly wiping her tears away.

"The stairs are under maintenance, what are you going to do? Take the window?" Ahsha rolls her eyes at Derek's sarcastic comment and silently waits for the elevator.

“I’d gladly jump out the window to avoid seeing your face again, but we all can’t get what we want.” She bitterly retorts.

The elevator took a few seconds to come but to Ahsha it felt like eternity. The sooner she could be out of the presence of her ex husband, the better.

Derek lets Ahsha step on the elevator first and he steps on right after. Ahsha clicks the button for the first floor and crosses her arms.

The tension between the two is entirely too difficult to cut with a knife and being in this elevator does not help.

“Why are you so bitter?”

A cold chuckle leaves Ahsha’s plump lips. “Don’t ask me that.”

Ahsha sighs as the elevator starts to move, thinking about how she would be able to get away from Derek.

The lights in the elevator flicker, startling Ahsha. The elevator makes a loud screeching noise and comes to a complete halt at the second floor.

Throwing her head into her hands, Ahsha sighs and places her bags down. She lets out a groan and starts to hyperventilate, being stuck in tight enclosed spaces has always freaked her out.

"Where's your phone?" Ahsha asks. Derek touches his pockets and his eyes widen.

"I left it in my truck."

"Of course you did. You know, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be stuck in this predicament."

"No, no. I wouldn't be stuck in this predicament, but you would. Hey, I'm just here to keep you company." Derek continues, getting a kick out of catching Ahsha with her own words.

"Well thank you so much for being my knight in shining armor. You're ever so kind!" She sarcastically yells.

"What did I do to you? What's up with the attitude?"

Ahsha feels her blood fuming and she clenches her fists.

"What did you do? We had sex after two years! Two fucking years, Derek! We were married, things were going great between us, and you let whatever you had going on get in the middle of it. You lied to me, kept secrets, and shut me out. How do you come back and act like nothing ever happened?" Ahsha asks.

Derek instantly grabs Ahsha and presses a kiss to her lips in the dark elevator. He backs her up against the wall and moves his lips down her body.

"You really think that I'm about to have sex with you in this eleva..." Ahsha starts. She is cut off by Derek hitting her weak spot, making her squirm at his touch.

"Fuck." She says under her breath as Derek's fingers find the swollen gland in between her legs. He picks her legs up, removing her shoes.

Ahsha's nails dig into Derek's back as his hands do the work on her body.

"You're not supposed to be doing this." She scolds herself as Derek's kisses become firmer, making her cry out in pleasure.

The dancer becomes clay in Derek's hands as he slides his fingers into her parts.

The heated situation goes completely over Ahsha's head and before she knows it, she pulls down Derek's pants.

Her moans turn into loud screams as Derek's movements become faster. With one swift hand, he pulls Ahsha's underwear and leggings off.

Without thought, he slides his wet fingers out of his ex wife and licks the juices off his fingers as Ahsha tries to catch her breath.

"Jump." He says, his voice deep, laced with lust.

The dancer jumps and Derek catches her, sliding himself right into her wet, slick folds.

"And what was that you said about not having sex with me in here?" Derek whispers in his ex lover's ear, turning her on with his dark, sexy voice.

Losing her voice in the presence of her ex husband was unexpected, but the hold he has over her is inevitable.

"Fuck!" She screams in his ear once again as he pounds harder against her. Losing his balance, Derek slams Ahsha's back onto the wall causing her to gasp for air in the hot elevator.

Derek's hot, minty breath against her chest was enough to send the dancer into overdrive. She clings to her ex lover's neck as his sloppy kisses on her neck turn into possessive love bites.

"I'm close." She whispers in his ear as he pounds her harder.

"You can release when I tell you." He whispers back huskily, trailing his rough kisses down to her perky breasts.

Ahsha closes her eyes and succumbs to the sensation on her body.

Derek boldly nibbles lightly on Ahsha's hard areolas causing her to nearly fall down the wall.

"Shittttt!" She groans as he moves to the other breast, repeating his actions with more aggression.

"Please, Derek!"

The former baller’s warm liquids seep down Ahsha’s legs as he continues to thrust hard against her body, making her envious.

Knowing Ahsha would lose control, Derek's finger slowly traces Ahsha's throbbing vulva as his rough movements continue.

The dancer's red fingernails bore into the tall man's back as she bites his shoulder hard to avoid calling his name once more.

"What was that?" Derek teases as Ahsha squirms underneath him in pure ecstasy. She shakes her head as his fingers grown more firm against her body.

"Nothing." She whimpers and crashes her lips against his, causing Derek to chuckle.

Derek bites Ahsha's lip as he caresses her back, making her shiver. The dancer's hot minty breath hits Derek's face as his left hand squeezes Ahsha's bare ass.

"Go." He whispers. Ahsha nearly collapses as she climaxes, tightly holding on to Derek.

There is nothing Derek Roman loves more than watching Ahsha squirm underneath him.

He removes his hand from her center and slides out of her, capturing his lips with hers, letting her come down from her high.

"Ahsha, what the hell are you doing?"

"What do I mean what am I doing? I needed this. Right, but I'm also no longer married to him." Ahsha contemplates back and forth to herself.

Taking a deep breath along with gathering her thoughts, she pulls away from her ex husband's body, grabbing her maroon laced thong and leggings.

The two awkwardly change into their undergarments and athletic wear without mumbling a word to each other.

"Ahsha, I didn't mean for this to happen." Derek sighs.

"What? You doing me on the elevator? Or doing me in our old house? Not speaking to me about something other than the kids until now?" She scoffs.

"Yeah." He answers cockily, causing Ahsha to bore daggers into his face with her glare. If looks could kill, Derek Roman would be on his way to his deathbed.

"And why is that? I was fulfilling all your little pleasures, right? What? I should've blown you instead, right? That would’ve made you happier." She sarcastically remarks.

"No! No, no. Ahsha, calm down."

"Then what is it Derek? I deserve the truth after the way things ended with the divorce." She implies, making Derek shake.

"Look Ahsha, I'm in the process of getting to know someone right now and I really don't want what you and I are doing to ruin the chances of she and I starting a relationship."

Ahsha nods her head and purses her lips as Derek talks about the mystery lady. “I see.”

"Her name is Francesca and she..." Derek Roman is cut off with a smack to the face, his mouth hung open, while a rage filled Ahsha feels sick to her stomach.

Back at her apartment, a woman sits by her phone waiting for a certain businessman to call her phone.

"Have you heard from him yet?" Her best friend asks her as she takes a seat next to her while the soft sounds of Banks' Someone New plays on the record player.

"Nope. He must be busy with his kids."

The woman's best friend nods her head at the comment.

"How do you feel about them, better yet, his ex wife?"

The woman takes a deep breath and answers the hard, yet deep question that the other woman asked.

"They're adorable. I haven't met them yet, but they look so sweet. Their mother, Ahsha, and Derek were married for seventeen years. I haven't met her either but she seems so down to earth, I don't want to feel like I'd be taking her place, you know, Claire?"

Claire takes her blonde hair and places it into a high messy bun. "It's too late for that, Francesca, but look, Ahsha will be fine." The thought of tearing a family apart shakes Francesca to the core, for the sale of Claire she ignores her feelings.

Little does Claire know, Ahsha’s two best friends have just spoken those same four words.

"I'm sure she's at the dance studio." Jelena chimes into her phone as she eats a piece of her flaky croissant.

"She would've called by now."

"Kyle, Ahsha's fine, she's probably getting dicked down right now. She’s allowed to skip pizza night for D-Ro’s D." She teases, making her best friend laugh.

"Mommy, what's di-"

"Joshua Adam Hart! Go back to bed!" She shrieks, scaring the poor five year old.

"Babe, he was just curious." Zero teases, wrapping his arms around his wife's waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah, don't yell at my nephew." Kyle pipes, making the couple laugh.

"You can have him. Come get your brother too." She teases, pressing a kiss to Zero's lips.

The two women sigh over the phone.

"The kids are over Sloane and Pete’s and tomorrow they’ll be at John and Eleanor’s then there’s cake and ice cream for Ken’s birthday We can postpone pizza night to tomorrow night and have it at your place. I just want Ahsha to be happy." Jelena responds, feeling her heart breaking.

"She deserves to be happy, J. Wait why is pizza night at my house tomorrow?"

“Because we all know how much T misses his bro and how much my little nieces and nephew miss their cousins.” She teases.

Kyle giggles and playfully rolls her eyes as Terrence climbs into bed with her and kisses her shoulder. “Fine, pizza night at my house it is.”

The thought of pizza night crosses Ahsha’s mind as her stomach growls, but food quickly becomes the last thing on her mind. The elevator grows hot and clammy as Ahsha's insides turn, making her feel faint and nauseous.

"So, tell me more about this Francesca."