#if i see her in the streets it’s on sight

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𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY EIGHTH; side a — the man who can’t be moved - the script | ex!s. harrington x r

w; does not follow the show ‘stranger things’, angsty at the beginning, but at the end it’s fluff an; this song is sooooo ex-boyfriend!stevie! prove me wrong.

mixtape here!

“Steve, you can’t just keep coming back here.” 

That was the last, actual, verbal conversation he had with Eddie. Or really anyone for that matter. 

Not that he cared. 

Stubbornly, he had kept coming back to this café that was your favorite and somewhere he had first met you. He had been in line when he looked towards the door when the bell rang. You’d stepped inside the new café Hawkins had added, a light in your eyes and suddenly he was smitten. 

He never believed in the ‘whole first love at sight’ thing that people spewed in fairytales. 

You’d changed his perspective completely. 

Then he had to ruin it when things were going good for him. 

There were a couple of days he had grown angry at you for an unknown and unnecessary reason. That anger had quickly turned and he grew angry at himself for even being angry at you. 

He’d started coming to the café a month ago, sitting there for hours, waiting to see if you’d walk through the door. 

He’s hoping you know he’s waiting for you — even if you had every reason not to take him back. 

Today, he stayed even longer than he usually does. There’s some flowers on the table by his arm and his eyes remain looking out the window. It’s dark out now all besides the street lights that had seemed to dim over time. 

“Sir,” A woman’s voice catches his attention. Her eyes drop towards the flowers before looking at him. “We’re closing.” 

Steve lets out a small sigh, nodding slightly as he stands from the booth. He grabs the flowers and stares at them for a moment before handing them over towards her. 

She hesitates, but grabs them from his grip. “Thanks for…putting up with me,” Her eyes lift from the flowers and glances up at him. “Happy Valentine’s day.” He gives a small, tight smile and a quick nod. Before she could say anything else, he quickly exits, a bit of frustration bubbling in his chest, the familiar feel of oncoming tears makes his teeth grit together. 

“Steve.” 

He stops and blinks quickly, his vision a bit blurry as he looks around before finally turning. 

His breath is momentarily stolen when his eyes land on you and he wants to sob — he holds it together. “Uh…Hi.” 

You begin to slowly walk over, stopping in front of him. “You’re very stubborn, you know that?” 

His brows pinch together, confusion contouring his face. “What?” 

Smiling a bit, you look down at the ground. “You’ve managed to come here for a month straight and wait without leaving.” 

He’s even more confused. “How do you…?” 

“Eddie called me,” You nod. “Told me that you were at the café waiting for me. The first day I came to talk to you, I stopped myself before I could even walk inside and talk to you again,”

“I didn’t know if that was just…show. So, I waited. And you waited too.” 

Steve is momentarily speechless before he shakes his head. “You mean to tell me you had come to see if I would keep coming back and wait for you?” 

“You deserve it,” You say simply. “You said something that…truly hurt me, Steve. I wasn’t going to just throw myself into your arms,” You shake your head. 

“I wanted you to prove that you actually did love me, whether you knew you were proving it or not.” 

He purses his lips a bit and nods. “I deserve that.” 

“You do,” You nod. “But…I’ve missed you too much to just keep watching you from a distance,” His eyes are slightly wide, soft and warm. 

“I want to start over.” 

“Start over?” You hum your confirmation. His lips pull into a smile, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Alright…” He clears his throat. 

He turns his body away from you, causing your head to tilt slightly. He finally looks at you once again, his face morphing into the same look he’d had when he first laid eyes on you. 

His hand sticks out as he turns back towards you. “Hi. I’m Steve Harrington.” 

Your eyes drop towards his hand, a small smile pulling at your lips. Your hand meets his, shaking slightly as you tell him your name. Neither one makes a move to pull your hands away. You squeeze his hand three times. 

I love you. 

A smile pulls at his lips. “It’s nice to meet you.” He squeezes back four times. 

I love you always.

𓍯 ִֶָ tags; @ali-r3n — @marchsfreakshow — @dearestjune — @sstar-ggirl — @love-quinn

𓍯 ִֶָ thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome & greatly appreciated!

[taelortot]

Mine to keep

Choso Kamo

8.3k words

Summary: Choso is so very much in love with his best friend but she doesn’t feel the same way.. until she does.

If you see spelling mistakes or name errors, no you didn’t! (Not proof read)

"You look so beautiful, princess." Choso mumbles looking down at y/n. As if her body was molded by God himself, just for him. Fucking made for him— he knew that to be true. Ethereal she is, a fucking angel sent down from heaven, just for him.

"You have no idea how bad I want you" Choso could feel himself getting hard looking at y/n, at how breath taking she truly is. Look at her— laid out all pretty for Choso. Pink cotton panties bunched up in her ass, tits almost spilling out of her tank top, pebbled nipples poking through the thin material. Ready to be worshipped.

"I love you" his voice a low murmur as the camera flashed, he needed to save this moment forever. Palming himself through his jeans while shaking the Polaroid impatiently. Dark eyes trail over her body, taking in her delicate frame, voice inside his head telling him to touch her already. His pretty girl needs him to touch her.

"I love you" Choso said again softly as he rubbed up and down on his hard length in his dark bedroom to the photographs he took of y/n. Some sticky already, some brand new and begging to be tainted.

Oh how beautiful she looked, splayed out, ready to be taken, cunt on display for Chosos perfectly thick cock. His pretty fingers in the photo, pulling her panties to the side to capture the sight of her perfect pussy.

"You'll be mine one day, princess"

Y/n looked so peaceful as she slept, a hard sleeper she is. Not even stirring a little to the sound of someone climbing in through her window or the sound of several clicks of Chosos camera. It’s almost like she was asking for him to do so, since she won’t even notice anyway.

Things that go bump in the night. Seeing shadows in the corner of your eye in a dark room. Feeling like someone is watching you from afar.

These are all normal things everyone experiences. Some chalk it up to their imagination, some say it’s ghosts or spirits. Some ignore it, while some embrace the unknown.

Y/n didn’t know what to make of it. Not the bumps that woke her up from the dead of sleep. Not the shadows she saw outside her bedroom late at night. Not the feeling of someone watching her while she walked down the street. Even when she looked over her shoulder and no one was there. It was a strange feeling— feeling as though someone is watching you.

But alas, no one is there. No one is ever there.

Well.. that’s where y/n was wrong. Someone was always there.

Choso was always there. Watching. Lurking. Waiting.

Y/n chalked it up to being paranoid. She had to be paranoid. She was going crazy for thinking she closed her panty drawer last night.. she must have left it open in the haze of sleep deprivation. Her favorite bra went missing? Y/n must have obviously misplaced it and it would show up sooner or later. Her window left open just a crack? Shit, she must have forgotten to close it before she left for training.

These were all logical explanations for the things happening to y/n over the course of the last two months.

At first it was little things.

Picture frames slightly moved. Lipgloss left out on the vanity. Y/n favorite book left open when it was most definitely closed.

Then, it was much more bold. Much more invasive. Her phone being left open to messages she knew she didn’t open. Toilet seat left up in her bathroom. A glass of water placed by her bed, condensation dripping on the nightstand when she wakes up in the morning. The window by her bed being left open when she gets back home from training.

Which is all very off putting, when y/n knows none of this was her. Absolutely not.

No no no.

It was all Choso.

Skipping his training to lay on her bed just to smell that sweet perfume. It was Choso riffling though her panty drawer to find a pair he had seen peeking out of her pants as she bent over earlier that day. It was Choso who stole y/ns favorite bra that was left in her laundry basket.

It was always Choso.

Choso didn't start out this way actually, it was very gradual, he almost didn't notice it himself.

He had no idea that he was turning into some sort of a stalker for one of his best friends. He had no idea the lengths he was willing to go to keep her all to himself. It was like a light switch of some sort, turning on and staying on.

It was like that creepy attic light that somehow turned on one day, and everyone is too scared to go up and turn it off.. because how did it turn on in the first place? So it just sits, wasting electricity, looming over you, almost mocking you.

So there he was, sitting, looming, stalking y/n. He was so far into it, he was scared to go back.

There was no going back. No going back from whatever this has manifested into. No going back to normal. This was his new normal.

How could he go back? When y/n is his reason to live. She is his fucking oxygen. His everything.

All his years on this earth, and now he really feels like he is truly alive.

When I say it was gradual.. it was.. until everything was full speed ahead and there was no looking back.

There is no going back.

"Morning guys!" Y/n beamed seeing all her friends.

"Morning!" They all chimed in less enthusiastically, no one was as cheery as y/n in the mornings. That may be due to the amount of caffeine y/n intakes.

"Where's Cho?” Y/n felt saddened at the missing presence of her best friend, he was normally always there, waiting with a smile on his face to greet her.

"Still pretty bummed out you wouldn't go on a date with him I guess." Yuji mumbled, earning a head nod from everyone else.

"I don't see what the big deal is! I just don't see him like that" y/n explained herself again for the millionth time. Really not understanding what the big deal was.

"Yeah but you could have just gone on the date and just told him you would rather stay friends" the pink haired one mumbled again, feeling his brothers pain.

"That's not my fault" y/n defended herself with a frown on her face.

Y/n recently turned down a date with Choso. Actually it was the third time Choso asked y/n out. It was never anything personal, she just didn't like him like that. Y/n didn't see anything wrong with it, she didn't understand what all the fuss was about.

Sure, she knew it must have hurt his feelings. She tried her best to not let him down harshly, she tried not to hurt his heart. She knew Choso liked her, she had known for almost a year at this point. It wasn't hard to figure out, Choso was always touchy, but he became a little too touchy with y/n. Choso was suddenly so nervous around y/n, becoming a nervous wreck and stumbling over his words. It was very cute and endearing at first, but slowly became too much of y/n to handle.

"Would you maybe- uh I don't know want to go on a.. on a date with... Me?" Choso asked with his hands fidgeting, his eyes anywhere but y/ns.

"Uhm.. I don't know Cho." Y/n paused once she saw the face he made, instantly frowning like a little puppy once he heard her uncertainty.

"I would like to.. I just don't want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend, and I love you. But I don't think it's the best idea"

And that's how it went three times— Well almost three times. The third time Choso asked, y/n wasn't so nice.

"Choso! Please!" Y/n begged running her fingers through her hair, wanting to pull it out at this point.

"Y/n, I love you. I love you okay? I just want to make you happy, I want to take you out and show you I can be good for you, just give me a chance. Just one?" Choso begged, tears almost spilling in his eyes. His heart breaking as he spoke, he could practically hear the way it cracked inside his chest.

"No Choso. No. I just don't like you okay? I'm sorry but I don't like you like that." She told him, a voice that, Choso believed to have venom laced in it. It must have, because the way her words sliced into him and burned him so deep, it had to have been venom. There’s no way his best friend is standing there, looking down at him while he’s on knees, begging her with tears in his eyes and telling him no. Fingers digging into her hips, trying to pull her close, pull her into the dark abyss of his heart. If she gave him a chance. She would see.

Y/n hated that she had to be like that with him, he just didn't understand where she was coming from.

Choso didn't say anything after that. His gripped softened on y/ns body, pulling away completely. Standing from his knees he wiped his tears as his face turned cold and calloused. Turning away he left y/ns room, slamming her door so loudly the whole building shook from the force.

Choso left with his heart hurting. He didn’t understand why no one has ever liked him. He never met a girl that wanted to go out with him. All 150 years alive, and not one girl wanted to be his. Sure, some girls wanted to fuck him, but that’s it. No one wanted something real. And that’s all that Choso wants, to be loved. He wants to be seen.

When y/n and him became friends, he assumed other girls thought they were an item. Due to how close they are. Being completely honest, they did look like a couple at times. And Choso was sure y/n had feelings for him. He was so fucking sure about... but of course he was wrong.

Choso is always wrong.

Choso always makes the wrong choices, always.

Y/n was now a mark on the checklist of wrong choices.

Wait. Haha. No.

No no no.

Fucking no.

That cannot be correct.

Y/n was the right choice. She just don’t know yet.

But she will.

The two grew up didn’t grow up together, but were so close after only a year of knowing each other, it seemed what way. Attached at the hip, both of them did everything together. Movie nights, hangouts, late night snacks, missions.. everything.

About 5 months ago is when Choso decided he liked y/n. What a glorious day it was to fall in love.

It was a day spent at the lake. The sun shining down, water splashing, a cool breeze. It was such a pretty day to spend with friends.

It happened when he saw y/n come out of the water like she was some sort of model in a magazine. Her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders in the most beautiful way. Skin glistening with small droplets of salty water running down her body— begging to be licked up. Oh god Choso wanted to run his tongue all over her body, drinking in the sweat mixed with lake water.

Her bikini pressed so tight to her body that Choso could see every single crevice that graced y/ns person. Nipples hard and poking through, begging to be pinched and played with. Fuck— her pretty little slit outlined in her bottoms as she laid on her tummy, legs slightly spread, while she tanned.

God he fell in love… maybe a deranged version of love. One that was built mostly on physical attraction.. but it was still love. Chosos version of love.

He remembers when he tried to kiss her.. the first time. And that didn't go so well.

Y/n sort of just laughed it off and pushed him by his shoulders. And that hurt Chosos feelings. It fucking hurt a lot.

She saw him lean in, ready to be kissed and she pushed him away with nervous laughter. He was so sure she wanted him to kiss her! The signs were there! (There were no signs.) but in Chosos mind, she was giving him sign left and right.

Here let’s go down the list.

Y/n held Chosos hand when they crossed a busy road.

Y/n pushed hair out of his face when the wind got wild.

Y/n hugged him goodnight.

See! There were signs that she wanted him to kiss her.

Granted.. there are things she’s always done. But that night it was different. Her intentions were different, Choso was sure of it.

But again, he was wrong.

"Hey Nobara, can you come get me?" Y/n sniffled into her phone.

"Babe what's wrong?" Nobaras voice full of concern, thinking something bad must have happened.

"Riku never showed up"

Y/n felt so stupid, a hot guy from her class asked her on a date and she said yes! And it must have been a cruel prank or something since the guy never showed. Y/n was stood up, she waited for an hour trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, expecting it to be car issues of something.

"I'm on my way, hun"

"It's just embarrassing!" Y/n exclaimed pushing the tears off her cheeks.

"I know, but honestly he wasn't even cute! You can do so much better. Plus he wqs like a super shit sorcerer”

"Yeah I guess.. but like who? No one likes me!"

"Chos—"

"No not him." Y/n snapped at her friend, not to wanting to hear anything she had to say about Choso.

"Okay, I'm just saying. The guy likes you. And youre his best friend."

"I know, Nobara. But, I don't like him, he's just my best friend and that's it" y/n huffed out, she didn't know why everyone was parading Choso around so much, sure he’s a great person. Y/ns best friend and she loves him more than she loves anyone else, but it wasn't a love that could be molded into something it wasn't.

The next day at school y/n was bombarded as she was eating her lunch silently, waiting for the whole group to sit with her.

"Did you hear?" The pink haired one asked, slamming his fists on the lunch table making y/n jump.

"Hear what?" Y/n questioned once her heartbeat somewhat calmed down.

"That guy Riku is dead, the one you were supposed to go out with" Nobara chimed in following the group in suit, taking a seat next to y/n.

"D-dead?" Y/ns eyes were big, eyebrows raising making her forehead wrinkle. Her eyes date back and forth between her two friends.

"Hey guys what going on" Choso smiled as of his heart wasn't completely shattered just a few days ago. The guy had such a way of bringing a light to the room, his smile was one that movie stars wished they had. And no matter how down he was, the smile graced everyone's presence shortly after.

He didn't look at y/n as he sat down across from her, he wanted to save himself the embarrassment.

"Riku is dead" Yuji tells his older brother.

"Murdered actually" the little emo one called Megumi states matter of factly.

"Murdered?!" Y/n raised her voice, not caring who heard her. She’s too sick to her stomach care otherwise.

"Oh man, that's crazy. Do they know who did it?" Choso asks tapping his fingers on the table in a beat no one recognized.

"No, but apparently it was brutal.”

"A bloodbath! The guy got a last minute mission that he could handle on his own. But when he didn’t come back last night, Gojo went looking for him. Turns out the curse was still alive.. but that wasn’t what killed him. Dude was stabbed and beat to death”

"Guys, can you not? Y/n was supposed to go on a date with this kid" Nobara rubbed y/ns shoulder, trying to sooth her friend.

"Man what's up with you? Turning down guys left and right, but the one you say yes to dies" Choso squinted his eyes at y/n, hurt still clearly written all over them.

"What are you trying to say Kamo?" Y/n growled back at him, fist clenching so tightly, crescent moon indents are left on her palms.

"Nothing” Choso shrugs his shoulders.

"Whatever" Y/n dramatically flips her hair back, before standing up. Chair scraping the wooden flooring, grabbing her bag and patting down her skirt to make sure she was covered before stomping away.

"Drama queen" Choso murmured under his breath as he watched her walk away. Watching the saw of her hips as she moves so perfectly.

It had been days. Fucking days or torture. Y/n missed her best friend. Typically after a day the two would be back to normal. But it was different this time. This wasn’t a regular fight.

"Do you think we could talk after school? I miss you sweetheart" Choso leaned up against the locker next to y/ns. Y/n was shocked, she thought that she would have to go to him, but he cracked first.

"Of course Cho. I miss you too. I just want to put all of this behind us" y/n smiled, she wasn't weirded out by the pet name, this was something Choso had called her before he developed feelings.

"Good. Meet me at my room- actually just meet me by the steps, we can walk to the dorms together"

"Sure" she nodded at Chosos suggestion. Y/n couldn't sit still for the rest of the day, watching the clock like a hawk. Of course y/n missed him, it had been a long few days without him being such a constant.

When y/n met Choso outside, he stood with a smug smile on his lips, ready to take his princess home with him. He seemed so happy to see y/n. She shared that award winning smile she had with him and greeted him with a sweet hello. They didn't talk much during the short walk back, waiting to be seated in Chosos room where they could really talk face to face.

The talk went really well, they both were understanding of each other's sides of the story, sharing what their feelings were. Y/n completely understood and held Chosos feelings with so much care, but still set her boundaries with him. Telling him she just didn't like him like that and Choso seemed to understand. Claiming he would do his best to move on but he would be hurt for a while, that was just something y/n would have to be cautious about.

It was like they were back to normal, Choso teasing y/n constantly and y/n teasing him right back, their old friendship they had shared for over a year and a half was back on its feet.

Well… That was until y/n shared with her friend group that she had another date. Choso kept his cool for the time being, not showing his anguish to y/ns face. He seemed happy for her, but it was all a facade. On the inside, Chosos blood was boiling from the inside out, his hands clenching the sides of the table turning his knuckles white.

Why couldn't y/n just choose him?

Why not?

Why couldn't she just be in love with him the way he was with her?

Why can't he just brainwash her or something?

Why was it so fucking damn hard to get one person to fucking love you?!

Choso was ready to smash someone's head through a wall, maybe even y/ns at this point. Her blood would be so pretty covering his hands..

No.

No no that's wrong, he could never hurt y/n, that was so silly of him to even think that.

Just a silly little goose Choso is.

Once again, y/n was stood up. Calling Nobara to come pick her up.

Déjà vu. A broken record.

The same thing happened, y/n all dressed up ready to be wined and dined, and another potential suitor no where to be seen. Nobarawas consulting y/n once again, helping her cheer up and not cry over someone who didn't even care to show up.

But everything happens in patterns, doesn't it?

Would you be surprised if I told you the guy called Junpei (y/ns almost date) was found dead the next day by grounds keepers? Laid flat on his back behind some bushes.

Murdered.

Stab wounds all over. Throat slashed.

I don't think you would be surprised one bit actually.

History has repeated itself before, and it will again and again. And it did... Again and again. That leaves us with young jujutsu sorcerers murdered, killed in a brutal way.

Not even with and fucking magical powers! Flat out murdered with a weapon.

How interesting.. don’t you think?

Now shit just got weird.. and it will continue to get weirder. Trust me.

10pm on a Saturday night, most teens would be at a party or at the movies with thier friends, but y/n sat alone in her room. Watching a movie she had seen one too many times. Dumplings and ramen lazily eaten sat on the desk and a half drank bottle of beer along side of it. That's why Choso liked y/n.. she was just like him. No girly food or girly drinks, she was just like him.

A knock at the door catches y/ns attention, though she didn't get up the first time. Too lazy to even move, she wanted to be alone at the moment. Shit 4 guys she wanted to go on dates with died.. she didn't even want to leave her house for the next decade.

By the third knock y/n was annoyed, stomping over to the oak door and swinging it open with a force she didn't know she had.

But alas.. no one was there. Y/n rolled her eyes before slamming it shut with a grunt, annoyed that she even had to get up in the first place.

Right as y/n turned to walk away, another knocked, only louder.. rougher.

"For the love of God!" Y/n yelled out spinning around and opening the door she left unlocked to reveal.. no one.

Some slasher killer music would have started to play if this was a movie for sure. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, how did they get away from the door that quick? Probably some first years that didn’t go out playing some prank.

Against all her better judgement y/n did what she knew she shouldn't have done.

"Hello?” Y/n called poking her head outside the door, looking from the left to the right, she saw nothing but a dimly lit hall.

Whoever was ding dong ditching her surly was having a good laugh from wherever they are hiding. That's at least what y/n thought. So she left it alone, walking back inside and making sure the deadbolt was locked she made her way back to her bed.

Just as y/n hit play on her movie, another knock. This one was weird, slow and menacing almost. And that’s when she saw from under door, a shadow of a person standing there. Not moving. Y/n stomach fell, suddenly getting a weird feeling. This wasn’t right.

That’s when it hit her. This could be the person who has been killing students off.. here for her. Knowing she’s probably the only girl left on the girls dorm facility.

The knocking only began to get more aggressive as y/n looked for her phone. The door shaking and threatening to give way. As soon as y/n found her phone, she called the only person who would protect her with his life.

“Choso” y/n whispered in a panic as soon as he picked up.

“Y/n? Why are you whispering” Choso whispered back, assuming it was some sort of game.

“Choso! I need you to get here! There’s someone here.. I think they are going to hurt me”

“Be there in 5” the line went dead.

Two minutes later the pounding on the door stopped. A minute after that y/n heard the heavy footsteps of Choso running down the hallway, yelling her name.

"Choso!" Y/n ran to open the door, jumping into Chosos arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"I got you baby, I got you" Choso pushed his way into the room, locking the door behind him.

Y/n fully broke down as choso carried her to the bed, crying into his neck at the thought of what could have happened if he didn't come save her. 

"Shh it's okay. I'm here" choso sat down, allowing y/n to stay in his lap as she cried in his hair, digging her face deeper into his neck when he adjusted his arms, scared he was going to let go.

"Don't let go" y/n hugged tighter, making choso smile from ear to ear.

"I'm won't" he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her jwad, rubbing her back up and down gently.

When y/n pulled back after a few minutes, she looked into Chosos chocolate eyes, they were so full of love and care. Holding on y/n as of she was the last person in the world, as if she hung the stars and the moon (in his eyes, she did).

"Cho" y/n whispered, her eyes flicking down to his lips. So overwhelmed with emotions she had no idea what to feel about the situation. Chosos hands digging into y/ns hips, holding her so tight.

"Y/n" the messy haired boy whispered back.

It was a decision y/n didnt know she made until her lips were on Chosos. Pressing a hard kiss to his lips, taking in the little sigh Cho gave when he realized what was happening—melting into the kiss. Their lips moved in a rhythm that was fast and heated, needy and desperate. It was so passionate and breathtaking, their hands moved quick while roaming each other's bodies.

"Cho" y/n pulled back quickly, once she realized what she was doing.

God, has choso always looked so pretty? His lips plump from the kiss, eye lids heavy, and hair messy from the sprint from the boys facility to here.

"Yes" Choso tried to lean back in to steal another kiss, he needed y/ns lips  back on his, he needed to feel her love that she didn't know she had.

"No no. I'm sorry" y/n leaned further away from her friend.

"Sorry? Don't be. I loved it" the boy chuckled, still trying to get another kiss.

"No Cho- I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have done that. It was a mist-"

"A mistake?!" Choso yelled, immediately understanding that y/n didn't kiss him for love, she kissed him on the heat of the moment.

"Cho- Im sorry. I don't know why I-"

"God shut up! You fucking use me like this and- and say you're sorry?! You know I'm in love with you y/n! You fucking know my heart belongs to you! You know I would do anything for you and you do this to me? You break my heart over and over" choso shoves y/n off, tossing her to the side so she lands on her bed. He stands up quickly running his hands down his jeans.

"Fuck you y/n. Jesus Christ! I hate you!" Choso yelles, his eyes tearing up in a way he didn't know. He didn't know he could be so angry he would start to cry. Tears stinging his eyes as he glares down at y/n, who is completely bewildered by his outburst.

"I've poured my heart out to you time and time again! You are a fucking cunt!"

"Cho-" y/n tried to get a word in, but Choso refused, so heated in the moment, his heart beating so quickly he thinks it may explode.

"Shut the fuck up! You are so manipulative! You fucking use everyone to get what you want, and that's it. You're a bad fucking person and I hate you. We aren't friends anymore." 

Y/n hasn't spoken to Choso in a week, he hasn't looked her way, he avoids her when she tries to talk to him. Choso was no longer y/ns best friend. He stuck to his angry words.

Well.. y/n was never awake when Choso looked at her.. she was never awake when he spoke to her.. she was never awake when he told her she would always be his best friend and that he could never hate her. That he would always love her, even if she didn’t love him.

Again, Choso was stalking around y/ns room I n the late hours of the night, climbing through her window, digging through her laundry hamper. Choso was brushing y/ns hair out of her face and snapping photos of y/ns sleeping body. He was so obsessed, borderline crazy obsessed with y/n. He loved her smile, the way she smelled, the way her skin looked so fucking soft and supple in the moonlight that shined down on her though the now open window.

He loved the way her panties smelled after she finished training. The way the soft lacy felt against his cock when he used them to get off. He loved the way they tasted when he shoved them in his mouth to suppress the moans he let out when he was getting off right next to y/n. He loved when she would let out soft whimpers when he kissed her thighs, he fucking loved every single bit of y/n.

Sure it wasn't the traditional way to love someone... But this way y/n couldn't turn him down.

On y/ns end, she was going absolutely crazy.

Fucking coocoo bonkers.

She missed Choso so fucking much (again she didn't know he was always around). She missed his smell and his presence, she missed his jokes and goofy laugh.

Y/n found her eyes drifting towards him in the school hallway, noticing how pretty his smile is, how good those beat up jeans he wore looked, how strong his arms are, the way he walked was hot.

Fuck had he always been so hot?

God his rings, those fucking fingers, his bracelets, his tattoos... Fuck Choso is so hot.

God, y/n was so stupid, how had she not noticed before? Had she always seen Choso like this and never realized? Y/n had so many questions.

She was also wondering where all her damn thongs were going.

"Fuck this shit" y/n threw herself out of bed, thinking about Choso for almost every second of the day was driving her up the wall. She had to see him, she had to confess some sort of attraction to him.

God— was she in love with him? How could she not be?

Y/n knew that Choso would be out with Yuji and wouldn't be back for another hour or so. Thanks to Yujis snap story.

So there she was, throwing on some shorts and a plain tank top. Running out the girls dorm building and down the sidewalk to the one that house the boys.

She needed to see him, her body felt on fire, butterflies in her tummy thinking about him, she needed to apologize to him and tell him how she feels.

Y/n couldn't stop thinking about the way his lips felt on hers, the moans he was letting out when he finally got to kiss her the way he always wanted. The way his hands roamed her body and how they felt, how his callouses scraped perfectly against her skin.

Fuck she needed to feel it again.

Walking down the hallways she stops at Chosos door. Truly debating whether or not she was going to go through with it. Standing on her tip toes she finds the extra key on the door frame. 

Making her way into Chosos room, she closes the door behind her and switches on the lamp. Looking at his knick knacks and posters hanging on the walls, her fingers trace over his dresser

Most of the drawers had always been empty since Chosos version of laundry is throwing everything in one big pile on the floor.

Y/ns gut told her to open the drawers and see what was inside, getting this overwhelming feeling of needing to look. So she did.

The first few were full of junk, pens, charging cords, random receipts.

But the last one... Oh fuck the last drawer down at the bottom was something y/n didn't think she would ever find in her life.

Y/n let out a gasp as her hands were shaking while going through the drawer. All the panties she had lost and all the bras she had lost were lazily thrown into the drawer. Choso must have had 20 pairs of garments in this drawer, some were well used at this point and some still pretty and fresh.

"Oh my god" a shaky breath came from y/n as she felt a piece of paper down at the bottom. Pulling it out almost made her pass out right then and there.

A photo.

A photo of y/n sleeping in her bed.

Then another… and another…and about 50 more.

All of y/n sleeping or changing in her bed room.

This thick bubbling feeling came from y/ns stomach and her face turned pale, she was gonna be sick. There were so many photos of her, so many panties, so many dirty things in this drawer that only a stalker would have.

Oh my god.

Choso was stalking y/n— but we already knew that. Only, y/n didn’t know.

It made sense to her, everything clicking in her brain, all the nights her window was open, all the times her panties went missing, all the times her drawers were open. Everything made so much sense.. it was Choso the whole time. Choso was fucking stalking y/n.

Choso was always there.

As y/n began to stand up, ready to make a mad dash for the door, she heard someone clear their throat. Slamming the drawer shut with a yelp, her heart jumping to her throat and her palms becoming sweaty.

"Choso" y/n was breathless, looking up at the dark haired man towering over her. Y/n scrambled to her feet, trying to decipher his emotions.

His face red as if he was embarrassed of what y/n just found, maybe even angry that she was snooping through his things.

Choso let out a deep breath as he fully crossed the threshold of his bedroom, his boots heavy on the wooden floors making a loud thump that made y/n flinch.

"Well you shouldn't have done that" choso half smiled with a head shake. His voice deep and gravely, showing no humor even though his face said otherwise.

It was all so fuzzy for y/n. It felt like she had been hit on the head or something, it was so foggy and blurry.

"There she is" y/n heard as her eyes opened slowly. The pounding in her head got worse from the bright lights she was under. Trying to move, y/n realized she couldn't, her legs and arms bound to a chair.

"You scared?" Chosos voice was deep, scary even. Y/n had never heard him speak in such a tone.

"Ch-Cho?" y/n groaned closing her eyes again, maybe it was just a dream.

That's what this had to be, if y/n tried hard enough she would wake up and be safely tucked in her pink bed.

"Open your eyes baby" Choso cooed, much softer this time around. His thick hands touching y/ns face, moving towards the bump on the side of her head, tsking softly as he did.

Truly Choso felt bad for slamming y/s head into the very dresser she was going through. But she had seen what he had done, he didn't know what else to do.

Choso carried her limp body to his car that he barely used, and shoved her in the back. He let out soft tears as he looked back and saw the blood dripping down her face, he never wanted to hurt y/n.

Remember when I said shit would continue to get weirder.. you believed me right?

I wanna ask you something" choso smiled sweetly even though y/ns eyes were closed.

"I don't have all day y/n, open your fucking eyes!" Chosos voice booming in the small metal shack he brought y/n to.

"There we go, see? I'm much nicer when you listen to me" Choso praised y/n, even though her eyes fluttered closed every few seconds due to the painful light in her eyes.

"What are you doing Cho?" Y/n groaned trying hard to keep her eyes open.

"I just wanna ask you some questions" Choso sunk down to his knees in front of y/n, letting his hands touch her thighs softly.

"Why couldn't you just go out with me?" Y/n didn't answer, staring down at who she thought was her best friend.

"Talk to me princess, I don't want to make this hard for you" y/n still didn't answer, she was in state of shock, here she was bound and unable to move, her head was hurting like a bitch, and Choso was acting as of there was nothing wrong with this scene.

"I don't want to hurt you" Choso pulled a sharp knife out of what seemed like no where, pressing the blade to y/ns thigh. A trickle of blood came from where he dug it in making y/n yell out in pain.

"That feel okay?" Choso asked taking the knife to y/ns other thigh, digging the point of it into her meat. “So pretty”

"Choso stop!" Y/n yelled, her body shaking wishing to be freed from the rope.

"Answer the fucking question!" Choso yelled pointing the blade of the knife at y/n throat. Tears spilled from y/ns eyes as she cried for help, for the old Choso to come in and rescue her.

"I'll go out with you choso! I love you! I was scared that's it!" Y/n told the man, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"Don't try to lie your way out of this"

"It's the truth! I've always loved you Cho! I was scared we would break up and I'd never have you in my life again"

"Now I know that's not true, pretty" traced knife down the column of her throat, not hard enough to slice her skin, just enough to scare her.

"It is, but you can have me now Cho. I want you, please don't hurt me.  I love you." Y/n choked on her tears as she spoke, bubble of spit sticking to her lips as she sobbed for him to believe her.

“That was good! You almost got me” Chosos laugh vibrates in the air around them both. “You should get an Oscar or an Emmy or whatever for that”

“Cho! Please listen. I was going to your room to tell you I made a mistake. That I- I love you”

"I'm sorry I have to do this, baby.. I love you so much y/n" Chosos eyes filled with tears as he shamefully looked away from y/ns red face. Part of him believed her, why else would she have been in his room? Something inside him flipped, seeing his baby cry for him like this hurt. Choso really let himself cry, thinking about his options here. His sobs were soft, really debating if he could actually harm y/n in more than just a little bump on her head.

"Choso you don't have to do this, I love you. Please don't do this" y/n tried to work some sense into his brain. “Ple-please.. I won’t say anything. We- we can go back to your room and lay down and be together” y/n begged him, her voice hoarse and shaking.

"I love you Cho- look at me please" y/n needed to see his pretty eyes. She needed to see them and then maybe he would see the love she has for him on hers.

"I'm sorry, princess. But if I can't have you.. no one else can" choso pressed the knife back into y/ns throat, wishing it didn't have to be this way.

"I lov- I love you" y/ns body shook violently as she tried to avoided the blade against her skin.

"I love you more"

Choso cried and cried at y/n funeral. Friends hugging and supporting one another during these dark times. No one understood. No one understood what happened to her.

None of the teachers or higher up’s understood what went wrong. She had volunteered to take a last minute mission by herself, but choso tagged along— according to Chosos side of the story. And according to Choso, he showed up too late. Y/n was completely obliterated by the curse that was stronger than what they had thought.

What they will never know Choso was the one who emailed Gojo as y/n to take the mission alone. Creating the facade that she would be gone for a few days. They will never know what really happened.

And what they also won’t know was that Choso still had a little secret, sure there was him getting away with murdering a few teens.. making sure to not use his technique so he wouldn’t be found out… but another one.

Another one that may come as a shock.

"Honey I'm home" Choso beamed as he walked into the home he purchased a few months ago. Not even his baby brother knew about this house.

"Choso!" y/n cried from behind a locked door

Fumbling with the many locks, the tall man finally got the door open to reveal the love of his life.

"Shh baby, calm down. Im here" Choso grinned, sitting down next to y/n on the small bed.

"Ch-Cho let me go please" y/n croaked, her throat so dry from all the screaming and crying. "Don't hurt me please cho. I love you I love you I love you" y/n sobs, confessing her love for him, as she has been doing for months now.

"I know you do princess. I know."

"Don't hurt me please" y/n flinches back as choso reached out to brush y/ns hair behind her ear.

"Why would I hurt you, baby? I would never. I love you, y/n. But you have to stay here now, where we can live together.. and be happy" Choso explains calmly, watching as y/ns tears dropped down onto the pillow she was resting on.

"Ch-choso please I love you! Le-t let me— please let me go"

"I can't. You'll be happy here. You'll be happy as my little pet forever."

"I love you choso" y/n cries, her sobs reaching every corner of the small house that was in the middle of the woods. Somewhere no one would find.

"I love you too baby" choso press a kiss to y/ns chapped lips.

"But you're mine to keep now"

Chains clanking together all day and all night long, the sound of metal became annoying to choso every second he was there to take care of y/n. The sound of her trying to free herself on a panic every day hurt him.

The metal rubbing down on y/ns wrists and ankles as she struggled every single day. Wanting to be free, begging Choso every day to let her go, to let her be free from him, to not be his to keep. Y/ns screaming throughout the nights were never heard, her pleas for help would never be heard, her cried would stay with her as no one would ever hear her.

She begged and begged for Choso to at least let her out of the chains, which he protested to. One day Choso would let her out of them, but not until he knew she wouldn't try to leave, not until he knew she would stay with him.

So y/n was meant to lay there for months and months, until she will inevitably break. Break so deeply all she will know is Choso Kamo. He will be the only thing she will know and remember.

Choso thought for way to long about this moment, having y/n forever.

And now, y/n was Chosos to keep.

This is more like what I normally write.. and I get a lot crazier than thins :)

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✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ somewhere in italy

When Sophia returns to her family’s summer home in Italy for the first time since she was ten, she’s determined to immerse herself in European culture while helping renovate the house. But when she steps into a quaint local bookstore, she meets a perceptive bookstore clerk who immediately clocks her as a tourist. What starts as a simple exchange—asking for recommendations on where to eat and what to see—quickly turns into something more. As they explore the city together, Sophia finds herself drawn not just to the charm of Italy, but to the person showing it to her. However, with her time in Europe limited and emotions growing deeper, she must decide whether this summer is just a fleeting adventure or the start of something real.

06. first date (wc: 857)

cw: little homophobia, the F word is going to be thrown

The evening air was crisp as Sophia sat on the front steps of her house, waiting for Y/N to arrive. She absentmindedly scrolled through her phone, but her thoughts were elsewhere—wondering how tonight would go, if Y/N would still see her the same way after spending more time together.

A soft creak pulled her attention toward the gate. It was open. Then, a sleek black Porsche smoothly rolled into the driveway, its polished exterior gleaming under the golden hour light. Sophia blinked, momentarily thinking it might be one of her father’s friends. But then the door opened, and her breath hitched.

Y/N stepped out, radiating effortless confidence. Dressed in a dark blue turtleneck under a black jacket, paired with beige pants and black loafers, she looked like she had stepped right out of a high-end magazine. The sight was enough to make Sophia’s heart stutter. She had no idea Y/N was this rich. But even more than that—Y/N was stunning.

With a bouquet in one hand and a paper bag in the other, Y/N approached her, a soft smirk playing on her lips. “You ready to go?”

Sophia swallowed her nervousness and nodded, offering a gentle smile. Her heart was hammering so loudly she was sure Y/N could hear it. What if Y/N didn’t like her personality? What if she wasn’t interesting enough? But then again, the way they had spent time together yesterday suggested otherwise.

Y/N opened the car door for her before slipping into the driver’s seat. With a press of a button, the convertible roof folded back, exposing them to the breathtaking Italian skyline. Sophia let the cool air brush against her face, trying to relax.

“Hey,” Y/N said, glancing at her. “Don’t be so nervous. Just think of it as a friendly date. A reunion after a long time.”

Sophia chuckled lightly, nodding.

Maybe Y/N was right.

She let her eyes wander, taking in the beautiful landscape as they drove through the scenic streets of Italy.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Y/N swiftly assisted Sophia out of the car and led her inside. She approached the hostess with the ease of someone who had done this many times before, confirming their reservation. The two were then guided to a private table with a breathtaking view of the setting sun. Sophia was in awe, mesmerized by how the orange and pink hues melted into the horizon.

Y/N snickered. “I take it you like the view?”

Sophia turned to her, cheeks flushing. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, not looking at the sunset—but at Sophia.

Just as they settled in, a waiter approached their table. He listed their options but was overly focused on Sophia, completely ignoring Y/N’s presence. Sophia shifted uncomfortably as the waiter’s questions became more personal—where she was from, how old she was. Y/N, meanwhile, silently observed, amusement flickering in her eyes.

After placing their orders, Y/N lifted her phone, aiming the camera at Sophia. But before she could take the photo, Sophia caught her. Instead of protesting, she simply posed, making Y/N chuckle before posing for a picture herself.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly—Sophia mentioned how her parents wanted to fix up their old summer home, though she had no idea why since they rarely included her in such matters. Then, she asked Y/N about her bookstore.

“I’ve owned it since I dropped out of college,” Y/N explained. “My grandmother handed it down to me, and I’ve been running it with my friends ever since.”

Sophia was about to ask why she dropped out when the waiter returned, this time bringing their wine and appetizers. Again, he ignored Y/N, directing all his attention toward Sophia. But what ticked Y/N off the most was the way he casually brushed his fingers against Sophia’s arm while placing her plate down.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Can I ask why you’re flirting with my date?” Her voice was polite but firm.

The waiter chuckled dismissively. “Your date? You two look like just friends.” Then, he turned back to Sophia. “Right?”

Sophia barely had time to react before Y/N reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. The sudden warmth made Sophia’s breath hitch.

“Are we friends, darling?” Y/N asked, her gaze locked onto Sophia’s.

Sophia, still caught off guard, shook her head. “No.”

Y/N turned back to the waiter. “Did that answer your question?”

The waiter scowled but mumbled something under his breath as he walked away. It was quiet—yet loud enough for them to hear.

“Don’t waste your time with a fag. She won’t satisfy you like I would.”

Y/N’s expression darkened instantly. Her chair scraped against the floor as she stood up, jaw clenched, eyes burning with restrained anger. But before she could throw a punch, Sophia reached for her wrist, gently pulling her back down.

“Hey,” Sophia whispered, her gaze soft. “It’s not worth it, okay? I don’t want him—I want you. So, please, let’s just eat and get out of here.”

Y/N exhaled, her anger melting at Sophia’s words. She nodded and sat down, gripping Sophia’s hand for comfort.

And just like that, the night continued, the tension slowly disappearing into something softer.

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a/n: Fortunato ad avere un appuntamento carino, come te - Lucky to have a cute date, like you; Mi sono divertita con te - I had fun with you

[ragnarockz]

3, 39, 123, & 176 for the prompts!

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

39. “why are you already squirming”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

The light from the outdoor street light barely filled the dark bedroom. They didn't want to turn any lights on inside, not even the lamp on the night table. Agnes' bedroom window faced out into the main street, definitely in view of any passerby's. Vidal was perched on the windowsill, her naked back to the window. She could feel the cold glass against her skin, causing her to shiver even though she felt like her body was on fire.

"Why are you already squirming? I'm not even inside of you yet,"

Agnes breathed heavily, the moisture from her breath was on Vidal's neck. She was standing, hunched forward as close as she could be to the Agent. The tip of her silicone cock teased the entrance of Vidal's pussy, gently brushing against her already wet folds. Vidal was nodding her head, her eyes opening and trying to adjust to the dark. Agnes loomed above her, a shadowy figure that radiated lust. It was so thick she could almost taste it in the air; Agnes getting a rise out of this specific location to fuck the agent in.

"Is...is that my cock? Agnes?"

Vidal's words were barely a whisper; the darkness settling in to her sight and the hazy light from outside breaking through just enough to see the green shaft between her legs. Fuck, it was.

"Couldn't find mine and anyway, don't forget, you've been fucking me with mine before you even got your own..."

Agnes' words trailed off, even though Vidal cut her off with a loud moan. She heard her back squeak against the glass, readying herself. Agnes guided her hips, letting the head slip in slowly, surely. Vidal moaned again, her inside already aching for more. Her gaze floated up, trying to focus on Agnes' face. She could see the whites of her teeth as she smiled, devouring her already.

"We..maybe...we should move to the bed..."

Vidal protested as she let the sensation of the cock inside of her cloud her mind, her thoughts. She wasn't really worried; she just wanted Agnes to fuck her harder. This was her plan, always her plan.

"I don't care who's outside or who's gonna catch a glimpse if they do...I’m going to fuck you against the window, Vidal, I want everyone to see how good you are,”

And Agnes' hips pushed forward then, basically rutting, causing a creak of the windowsill and the squeak of the glass which pierced through the air as she filled up Vidal fully. They both moaned, getting off on the situation, each other, the sounds, the orange street light outside.

[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day ten: love at first sight

ᰔ pairing: frankie 'catfish' morales x reader

ᰔ summary: a special delivery for the catfish, in the form of heart cookies— and a baby's nap interrupted.

ᰔ author's note: short and sweet, grammy award winning album AND the essence of this little ficlet. i just watched triple frontier so i'm still getting used to frankie's character and how to write him. please let me know how i can improve/thoughts/constructive criticism!!! i hope y'all enjoy :)

ᰔ content warning: frankie being a single father, fluff, domestic situation, baby warning

You counted the heart cookies on the plate one last time before you finally wrapped the whole thing in saran wrap. It had been the tenth set you had made over the course of the night, and well into the morning.

Now, you were able to look at the labor of love you had created.

Ha. A labor of love to make enough cookies for the entire neighborhood. You weren't able to just go the easy route— stop at the local grocery store and buy cookies already baked. Instead, you were determined to make raspberry jam shortbread cookies, all heart shaped and dusted with sugar.

As you said every year, you were definitely buying store-bought treats next year. You weren't doing this to yourself again.

You loaded up the plates into a wagon you used for your gardening supplies. Once they were loaded up, you set off down the sidewalk to your immediate neighbor's house. A sweet older couple you made plenty of meals for.

Everyone had been kind, so touched by the notion of you baking for them. The entire route had taken you longer than you expected, considering everyone had invited you in for coffee and a cookie.

Before the final stop, you dropped off the wagon at the house before you continued to the end of the street. It was much easier to carry a plate than lug the wagon around.

You hadn't met the new neighbor yet. From what you had gathered throughout the morning, he was a veteran and a father. All you knew was there was a single truck parked in the driveway, but you didn't think much of it.

With the plate of cookies in one hand, you knocked on the front door with the other. There was silence before you heard a cry.

Shit.

By the time the door opened, your expression was full of regret. You gave an apologetic smile to the man, who held a crying baby in his arms.

"Hi. I– I am so sorry for causing this commotion," you apologized. "Can I help?" You nodded to the baby; you were eager to right what you had wronged.

The man, obviously flustered and a bit agitated, looked from the cookie platter to you. He blinked as he looked your face over. Once he realized you were waiting for an answer, he nodded once.

"Here, may I?" You held the plate out to him, your other arm out to take the baby. There was a moment of hesitation before he handed his daughter over.

As soon as the baby was safely in your arms, you worked your magic. Within minutes, she stared at you wide eyed, a bit amazed at the faces you made. It had been something you tucked under your belt when looking after some of the other kids in the neighborhood. Worked like a charm every time.

You glanced up the man and chuckled. He looked just as amazed as the baby did, his eyes right on you. You told him your name and held out a hand.

"I'm sorry for waking her up," you apologized. "I brought by the cookies as a little Valentine's Day treat. Every year, I bake cookies and bring them to every house in the neighborhood."

"Frankie," he finally sputtered out after a beat. "That— that's real sweet. Seems everyone in the neighborhood is kind, from what I've witnessed." He looked to his daughter, who had slumped herself against you. She was already falling asleep again.

"They're good people," you assured him. "We try to help each other out. Be a shoulder to lean on." You glanced down at the weight on your shoulder. The baby was wiped herself out as you swayed in your spot.

"I can see that," Frankie chuckled. He tried to take her back, but she whined and buried her face in your sweater. You hushed her, rubbing her back to help her settle again.

"I'm sure she'll be ready to move in a minute," you assured him.

Frankie watched how easily you took to his daughter, the way you held her close without a second thought. It went against his better judgment, just handing the baby over without so much as an introduction.

Then again, Frankie wasn't always known for his best judgment.

"Would you like to come in? Please," he offered. He stepped to the side and opened the door wider for you.

Part of the offer was to make it easier to transition his daughter to her crib, and finally put her down for the morning nap she had been fighting. The other part of him wasn't ready for you to leave. He wanted to find any excuse he could to talk to you, even if it was something as dull as the weather.

"You don't mind?" You asked as you stepped through the doorway. While you had been in many of your neighbors' homes, this time felt different.

"Not at all."

This Frankie guy threw your mind for a loop. You didn't believe in love at first sight, but maybe you were wrong. Whether it was love, or a stint of infatuation, you didn't care. You didn't have anything to lose, which meant you had everything to gain.

[supercorpkid]

I Should Hate You

Supergirl. Baby Danvers Reader. Kara Danvers. Alex Danvers. Lena Luthor. Lex Luthor.

Word Count: 3260.

Notes: heavy on angst and PTSD trauma. Ending coming soon.

Being Alex and Kara’s little sister was never a bad thing. If anything, it made life easier. You had two built-in protectors, two people who made the world feel safer just by existing. No one would bother you at school, and your mom never had to worry about you.

That is, until Lex Luthor came into the picture.

Because now, he knows. He knows. Not just who Kara is, secret identity and all. But also what she cares about, who she loves, the lines she would cross to protect the ones important to her.

And now, you do too—more intimately than you ever wanted to.

Lex didn’t just figure out Supergirl’s identity; he figured out yours. He knows your face, your name, the exact pitch of your voice when you’re begging not to die. He knows how easy it is to take you, how powerless you are against men like him. And worst of all, he knows something you can’t unlearn either—just how breakable you are, how easy it is to snap your psyche like a twig.

And that’s the difference, isn’t it? Alex has her training, her weapons, and alien tech to help. Kara has more than a dozen powers to choose from. And you? You have nothing. No armor, no defenses, nothing to stop someone like him from reaching out and plucking you off the street whenever he wants. And now that he’s done it once, what’s stopping him from doing it again?

Nothing.

And that terrifies you.

Kara keeps saying you were never really in danger. That she never would have let him hurt you. That she had it under control. But control means nothing when you remember the way the cold air clung to your skin in that cell, how every second stretched into eternity as you waited, helpless, for whatever came next. It doesn’t erase the way your body locked up when you heard footsteps approaching, the way your breath came too fast, too shallow, because you knew—you knew—you were just a means to an end. Not a person. Just a way to get to her.

And now? Now the nightmares won’t stop.

You dream of steel cuffs biting into your wrists, of walls pressing in too tight, of guns’ barrels freezing up the back of your neck, of Lex’s voice curling around your name like he owns it. And it’s not just when you sleep. Sometimes you’re in the middle of a conversation, or walking down the street, or trying to be normal again—only for your brain to snap back, to drag you under, to make you feel like you’re still there.

But the worst part isn’t the fear. It isn’t even the exhaustion of pretending you’re fine.

It’s the anger.

It sits heavy in your chest, impossible to shake. Because if Kara weren’t Supergirl, none of this would have happened. If she were just your sister—just Kara—Lex would have no reason to know your name. No reason to take you. No reason to remind you just how small you are.

Of course, you’d never say that out loud. How do you tell Supergirl that you wish, just for a second, she wasn’t the mighty powerful being she has no choice but to be?

And then there’s Lena.

You know it’s not fair. You know it. She’s not her brother. She’s not responsible for what he’s done, for what he knows, for the way your hands still tremble when you reach for a glass of water. She didn’t take you. She didn’t look you in the eye and smirk like you were already broken.

But she still has his name.

And maybe that shouldn’t matter, but right now, it does. Because every time you see her, every time she so much as says your name in that soft, careful way she does, it’s his voice you hear in the back of your mind. It’s his face you remember. It’s the shadow of him curling around her, reminding you that if you were just a little more like Alex, a little more like Kara, if you weren’t so easy to take, maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all.

And so, you flinch at the sight of her. Not obviously, but enough that she notices; that her brow furrows just slightly when you pull your hand back too quickly, when you shift a little farther away. And she doesn’t say anything, of course. She just watches.

And that might be the worst part. Because you can feel the questions in her silence, the ‘I didn’t do anything’ just barely biting back at her tongue. And she’s right. She didn’t. But her last name did.

And right now, you are having a really hard time separating the two.

It starts small. You tell yourself it’s just one more day of staying home. Just one more day where you don’t have to face the world, where you don’t have to pretend that everything’s normal. But after a while, ‘just one more day’ turns into a week. Then two.

The hardest part is how everything starts to feel too much. The thought of walking out that door, of seeing people, of hearing sirens in the distance or feeling the weight of a stranger’s gaze—it’s all so loud, so sharp, it’s like the world has become a minefield. One wrong step and it’ll all come crashing down again.

You quit work. You stop answering texts. You skip class, then tell yourself you’ll catch up later, but you never do. You become a shadow, existing only within the walls of your apartment, where it feels safe, even if it’s not.

It’s strange. You’ve always been independent, always handled things on your own, but this? This is different. This is too much.

You don’t even realize how bad it’s gotten until you hear your own voice on the phone with Eliza. You’ve called her every day for the past two weeks, something you’ve never done before. Which triggers her 'mom intuition’ for sure. She keeps asking if you need anything, if you’re okay. And you lie every time. But she knows you too well. She can hear it in your voice, feel the cracks forming beneath the surface. Your mom knows you're just the ghost of her daughter.

The silence in the apartment is thick, suffocating, and you’ve been letting it surround you for days. The TV hums softly, but you’re not really watching—your mind is too far gone, trapped in its own spiraling thoughts.

Then, the door creaks.

The sound slices through the quiet, jarring and sharp like a knife. You stiffen, your heart leaping into your throat, and before you can even register who it is, you spring to your feet. It’s a knee-jerk reaction—instinct, the kind you don’t even question. Your breath catches in your chest, and for a split second, you're frozen. Every nerve on edge, every muscle tense, as if the world is suddenly closing in.

When you finally focus, your eyes meet Alex’s. She’s standing there, the same steady presence you’ve always known, face full of concern.

“Whoa, hey, hey—” Alex starts, but you can’t stop the tremor in your hands, the pulse hammering in your chest like it’s trying to tear you apart.

You’re already backing away, your mind screaming at you to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the door. You barely register her words as they blur together, and all you can think about is getting away from the noise, the danger.

“Y/N, it’s just me. Alex.” She raises her hands up, defensively. "Just your big sister, checking in on you.” Her voice cuts through the spiral, sharp and grounding. 

You drag in a few shallow breaths, struggling to steady your mind, telling yourself that it’s okay, you're safe for now.

“Shit, Alex! Just knock next time. I don’t fucking have x-ray vision.”

Alex's brow furrows at your choice of words. She scans your messy apartment quickly, but it’s you she turns back to, her gaze sharp and focused on your face.

“You okay? You look like you haven’t slept or left the house in days.”

Sleeping isn’t the problem. In fact, you’ve been falling asleep easily enough. It’s staying asleep that’s the issue, with nightmares clawing at you every time you drift too far into sleep.

“I’m fine,” you say, a little too quickly. You know she’s overanalyzing every little movement, every tiny shift, so you need this conversation to be over fast. “Why are you here?”

Alex tosses her keys onto the kitchen table, then takes a cautious step forward. “You’ve stopped answering everyone’s texts, and you’ve been calling mom every day.”

“Oh, so I can’t call my own mother now?”

“You can…” she says softly, but there’s a quiet concern in her voice. “But you usually don’t do that every single day. She’s a little worried.”

“Gotcha. I’ll only call her every other month,” you exhale, annoyed, as you move back toward the couch. Alex lets out a frustrated sigh and follows, stepping closer.

“I thought I’d find you at work, but your boss said you quit.”

“Sorry if I don’t want to work in a coffee shop forever. I’ve got savings. I’ll find a better job in time.”

Alex doesn’t respond right away, but you can feel her eyes on you—heavy, searching. Doing what she does best, investigating. She takes another step closer. 

“Y/N, this isn’t about work or mom,” Alex says after a beat. There’s a hint of frustration in her tone, but it’s not aimed at you. It’s at the situation. “You just went through something traumatic, and now you’re hiding away in your corner of the world. Do you honestly think we’re all that stupid, that we don’t see what’s going on?”

You’re pretty sure she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know what it’s like to be completely helpless and hopeless, at the mercy of someone like Lex. Doesn’t know the rage you feel at your own sister for allowing it to happen. Doesn’t have the faintest idea of how every bit of your once-best-friend now reminds you of the worst thing that ever happened to you.

“God, I hate when you do that. I hate when you walk in here all high and mighty.” You roll your eyes, every word coming out so bitter it makes yourself flinch. “You can either believe me when I say I’m fine, or don’t. I don’t care. But don’t just barge in here like you know better than me what I’m feeling, okay?”

Alex’s face tightens, but she doesn’t back off—she never does. Her eyes flicker between you and the apartment, as if she’s trying to read something deeper, something unsaid.

“Peaches,” She starts again, her voice quieter, and the use of the nickname shows just how well she knows how to handle you, to break through the walls you've put up. “I don’t mean to treat you like a kid, but this isn’t you. This… this isn’t how you’ve ever been. And I’m worried, okay?” Her voice wavers slightly, and though the frustration is still there, it’s now mixed with something softer, something that aches. “We all are.”

But you? You’re just getting more frustrated by the second. “Okay, fine. What can I do to make this conversation end and get you to leave me alone?”

Alex considers for a moment, just long enough to make you antsy, before she says, her voice surprisingly calm:

“Movie night.”

“Movie night?” You repeat, incredulous. You can’t help it—you feel a little ridiculous, but if going to a movie night is what it takes to get Alex off your back, you’ll do it. “That’s it? That’s the deal?”

You make sure, because nothing with your sisters is ever as simple as it seems. And this feels oddly easy.

“Yep. Come to movie night tomorrow, and I’ll see how ‘fine’ you are. Then you’re off the hook. I’ll even call mom and tell her not to worry about you…”

“And you’ll leave me alone too?”

“100%.”

“Okay, then. Deal.” You exhale, giving in with a resigned sigh. “See you tomorrow at movie night.”

You can’t believe you agreed to this. Sure, at the time it sounded like the only possible solution. You had to get Alex out of your apartment before she started sniffing the old pizza slices and your fears. She's too good at both. But now, as you stand in front of Kara's door, you can’t believe this is actually happening. You’re about to show up here and pretend that everything is fine for at least the duration of a whole movie. How on Earth are you going to pull this off?

The soft thrum of your pulse beats in your ears, drowning out the world for a moment. You stare at the door, heart twisting in that familiar, anxious knot. If you just turn around now, slip away into the night, you could avoid all of this. Avoid them. 

If you could just… 

The door creaks open, Kara is standing there in her usual flannel and sweatpants, looking as if she just stepped out of a pile of laundry. Her smile is wide, brimming with that annoyingly kind energy—the kind that could melt the hardest of hearts. And that’s exactly what makes this so damn complicated.

“You made it!” she says, her voice ringing as if everything is fine and normal and not at all like you’re about to implode just by standing here in front of her.

You cross your arms over your chest, already feeling a little defensive. “Yeah, well, I’m here, aren’t I?” You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice cracks at the end, betraying the nervousness roiling beneath the surface.

Alex steps into view behind Kara, arms crossed, like she’s been watching you since the second you knocked. She raises a brow, her gaze narrowing slightly, scanning you for any cracks. And, of course, she’s the first to speak up, because she always has to poke the damn bear.

“You good?” she asks, her tone a little too honest. Too knowing.

You force a tight smile. “Fabulous.”

Kara nods, stepping aside to let you in, that ever-present sweetness in her eyes, too soft for you to handle at the moment. There’s something about the way Kara moves—so gentle and eager—reaching out for the simplest of hugs, that makes you hurry inside to avoid her touch.

As you look around, Lena’s there, curled up on the couch, her presence like a quiet storm you didn't see coming. Her hair falls loosely around her face, and her expression is so open, so raw—a clear vision of innocence. So tender it nearly hurts. And, for a moment, you forget about the weight of the world. You almost forget who she is. Almost.

She is a Luthor. Her brother probably has eyes on her at all times. He's probably watching right now, already plotting how to take you all down in one strike. Hell, every second near Supergirl and Lena Luthor is another second closer to a cell, to having a gun pointed to your head.

"I thought we'd go with something light, so I picked a comedy. What do you think?" Kara says, grinning like she’s been waiting all day for this. And knowing your sister, she probably was.

You nod, trying to fight back the sense of danger creeping in. Everything is fine. You just have to pretend. Pretend that nothing matters but this movie. Pretend that Lena isn't sitting across from you, that Supergirl isn't here in her pajamas offering you a big bowl of popcorn.

You take a seat on the far side of the couch, keeping a careful distance from Lena, as if the space will somehow protect you from whatever may happen if her brother shows up. She doesn’t say anything, just watches you from thick eyelashes and green-eyed gaze, and it takes everything you have not to crumble under it.

Kara is already settling in, practically buzzing next to you. Her hands moving to adjust the throw pillows like this is the most normal, casual thing in the world. 

“I’m so glad you could make it! I missed you so much these past few weeks, Peaches.” Kara says, her voice soft and warm, like she’s trying to make this feel safe. Like she doesn’t notice the way you’re pulling inward, trying not to let your breath shake.

You force a smile, something that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Yeah, well, I did make a promise.”

The movie starts, but you can’t concentrate. You should be watching, should be laughing like Kara and Alex are, but every sound seems too loud, too sharp. Your pulse drums in your ears, and the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall is like a countdown. 104 minutes of this. Come on, you can do it.

But then—then the first gunshot in the movie rings out.

It’s too real. Too close to home.

Your chest seizes, and for a split second, everything blurs. The room disappears, the movie fades, and you’re back in that cold, dark place. The silence presses in around you, thick, suffocating. The same kind of silence that used to follow every threat. Every decision he made. The sound of your own breath in that small, damp space, the taste of metal on your tongue.

Your hand tightens on the edge of the couch, nails digging into the fabric, the tension pulling you taut. Your breath comes in short bursts, like it’s too much to take in. The sound of the movie becomes a distant echo, muted, fading out as the walls of that cell close in on you.

You don’t hear Kara's voice calling your name. You don’t see Alex’s concerned expression. All you hear is your pulse ringing in your ears; all you see is the shadow of Lex, looming over you, wrapping around you.

And then you feel it—a soft hand, barely brushing your arm, and it shouldn’t feel like this, not like fear. But it does. So you jerk back, hard, your breath catching after a shriek leaves your mouth unbidden. It’s an instinct. A reflex. A warning.

The room goes completely still.

All eyes are on you.

Kara’s face is filled with panic, her lips parted like she’s about to say something but doesn’t know what. Alex’s jaw tightens, her eyes scanning you like she’s trying to figure out how to make it better. But it’s Lena—Lena who doesn’t move. Lena who just watches, her hand still hovering in the air like it’s caught between reaching for you again or pulling back.

You can’t breathe. Your chest is tight, too tight, like the walls are closing in again. And Lena’s eyes—those quiet, searching eyes—are burning into you, and you can’t look at her. Not now. Not with everything you’re carrying.

“Are you okay?” Kara’s voice is soft now, gentle, like she’s scared of shattering something fragile.

You don’t trust anything, anyone. You don’t even trust your own voice at the moment. 

“I just... need some air,” you manage, barely louder than a whisper.

You don’t look at any of them as you stand, pushing the blanket off your lap and stumbling toward the door. You need to get out. You need to breathe. You've been holding your breath ever since you walked in this room.

You need to go. Where? Anywhere! Home! No—Midvale! Farther! Just go. Keep going. Somewhere Lex can’t find you. Your sisters won’t find you. No one. No one shall find you.

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06 -> NO WAY OUT

Synopsis: Y/N, a daring motorcycle racer, catches the attention of seven competitive car racers called ENHYPEN. Driven by lust and rivalry, the boys chase her both on and off the track, but as the tension builds, their obsession with her grows. Will they see her for more than just a prize, or will their dangerous desires consume them?

y/n‘s motorcycle/ Enhypen’s cars

The scent of burnt rubber and gasoline lingered in the air long after the race had ended. The roar of engines had died down, but the electricity in the atmosphere hadn’t faded. The city lights flickered in the distance, illuminating the group as they gathered in an abandoned parking lot, tension hanging thick between them.

Heeseung leaned back against his car, arms crossed. “Alright, someone better start explaining, because I know I didn’t just imagine that whole scene back there.”

Jay scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, because it definitely felt like more than just a street race.” His sharp gaze flickered toward Y/N. “You knew, didn’t you?”

Y/N stayed silent, still gripping the handlebars of her bike, her fingers twitching. She had known. Maybe not everything—but enough to realize that this night was about to spiral into something none of them were prepared for.

“Y/N.” Sunghoon’s voice was calm, but firm. “Who were those people?”

She inhaled deeply, choosing her words carefully. “They’re... involved in some things. Illegal things.”

Ni-ki let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Well, no shit.”

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. “And what do they want from us?”

Before Y/N could answer, the distant sound of screeching tires sliced through the air.

Everyone tensed.

A sleek black car pulled into the lot, its tinted windows hiding whoever was inside. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the seven boys and Y/N like prey caught in a hunter’s sights.

Sunoo shifted closer to the others. “Tell me that’s not—”

The car door clicked open.

A man stepped out, dressed in all black. His posture was relaxed, but his presence was suffocating, radiating an unspoken authority that sent an icy chill down Y/N’s spine.

He wasn’t the boss. But he was close enough.

The man’s eyes scanned the group with mild amusement before landing on Y/N. A slow, knowing smirk curled at his lips. “Well, well. You’ve been busy.”

Y/N forced herself to stay still. “What do you want, Dae?”

Dae. One of the boss’s most trusted men. If he was here, things were worse than she thought.

His smirk widened. “You know exactly what I want.” He turned to the boys, his gaze sharp. “I have to say, I was impressed tonight. Didn’t expect such a strong lineup.”

Jungwon took a step forward, his expression unreadable. “And?”

Dae’s smirk didn’t waver. “And that means you’re exactly the kind of people we’re looking for.”

Heeseung scoffed. “Yeah, well, we’re not interested.”

Dae tilted his head, amused. “You think you have a choice?”

Silence.

Jay’s jaw tightened. “If this is some kind of recruitment pitch, you can save it.”

Dae let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, it’s not a pitch. It’s an opportunity.” His eyes darkened. “And I suggest you take it.”

Y/N clenched her fists. “Dae, they’re not part of this.”

He ignored her. “You see, my boss is looking for the best drivers. People who can handle high-risk deliveries. Fast. Clean. No questions asked.”

Jake exhaled sharply. “Deliveries?”

Dae smiled. “Packages.”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes. “You mean drugs.”

Dae’s smile didn’t fade. “Smart boy.”

Sunoo took a step back, his voice quieter than usual. “And if we say no?”

Dae exhaled, almost as if he were disappointed. “Then you’ll have to deal with my boss directly.” His smirk disappeared. “And trust me—you don’t want that.”

The weight of his words settled over them like a suffocating fog.

Jungwon’s expression hardened. “You expect us to just… work for you?”

Dae pulled a single key from his pocket and tossed it toward Y/N. She caught it without thinking.

“The car’s around the corner,” Dae said casually. “The location is in the GPS. You have one hour.”

Y/N’s grip tightened around the key.

Heeseung frowned. “And if we don’t go?”

Dae’s smirk returned, but this time, there was no amusement in his eyes. “Then we’ll assume you’re useless to us.” He took a slow step forward. “And useless people… well, let’s just say my boss doesn’t keep loose ends.”

The air grew colder.

The threat was crystal clear.

Jay exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

Jungwon clenched his jaw, looking at Y/N. “What’s in the package?”

Y/N hesitated. Then, she shook her head. “You don’t want to know.”

Dae grinned. “She’s learning.”

The boys exchanged glances. None of them wanted this. But walking away wasn’t an option anymore.

Heeseung inhaled deeply before looking at the group. “Guess we better not be late.”

The engines roared to life.

And just like that, they were heading straight into their first real job for the boss—one they might not come back from.

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General X - Chapter 2

Also available on Ao3 including previous chapter and prequel

This insanity returns! It is a Thunderbirds Are Go/Wallace and Gromit crossover story with Thunderbirds Original Series Easter Eggs.

I posted the first bit of this Chapter as a WIP Wednesday but here is the rest of it.

This is my first multi-chapter fic ever! I hope that you enjoy it.

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“I do so miss the giant vegetable competition, but I do so love the animal sanctuary. Tottington Hall just wouldn't be the same without all the animals” Lady Tottington sighed.

She poured two cups of tea, one for herself and one for her companion, Lady Penelope.

“I understand, Totty” Penelope replied. “I couldn't be without Sherbet now.”

I'd probably have drawn the line at several thousand Sherbets, Penelope thought, but then not everybody was the same. Lady Tottington loved her sanctuary for, at last estimate, seven thousand small animals who roamed freely on her land.

“They're just so much more rewarding than most people Penelope, not including yourself of course” Totty went on. “But then I hardly see you now, so many functions and … where is it you often go again?”

“Overseas on business” Penelope replied. She preferred not to explain exactly what she did with International Rescue, even to one of her oldest friends. Totty had a heart of gold but she wasn't always the sharpest tool in the box.

Sherbet ran in, barked, and began tugging at Penelope's trousers.

“Bertie! What's got into you? I must apologise Totty, he isn't usually like this.”

Parker then followed, sounding very out of breath. “Beg your pardon, milady, but I think we might have a call.”

“Excuse me Totty” Penelope said, standing up and gliding out of the room.

“Parker, what is wrong? My compact doesn't have a call.”

“No milady, but FAB1 has multiple red lights on and the dog is insisting we respond.”

Penelope went back inside and made her apologies to Lady Tottington, and FAB1, with Parker and Sherbet already inside, picked her up at the front door. FAB1 was indeed showing multiple red lights on the dashboard that she didn’t remember existing before.

Penelope contacted John, to find a rescue call was already in place with holograms of Kayo in Shadow, John in Five and Virgil and Gordon in Two appearing.

Gordon hurriedly took his feet off Two’s control panel. Virgil looked relieved.

“John, what’s happening? Did you call?”

“No Penelope, but you could be useful. We’re responding to a possible kidnap of a citizen in the Wigan area by the Hood. We believe …”

“Wallace, Penelope. It's Wallace, the inventor we met at your roadshow a few weeks ago” Virgil interrupted. “We’re following Kayo in case we need equipment.”

“Well this is all rather distressing. What about Gromit?”

“He'd gone out before the Hood arrived” Gordon replied. “Not sure if the Hood got Gromit after Wallace.”

“No, tracking data says only one stop over West Wallaby Street” said John confidently. “It looks like he's returned to the quarry.”

“Well John, I'm in the area, how can I assist?” Penelope asked.

“Closing in now” Kayo announced, her hologram visibly turning Shadow.

“Kayo, are you sure you should be doing this by yourself? I'm in the area, Two isn't far behind, should we not have a coordinated approach?” Penelope sounded concerned.

“No! The Hood will let me go, he doesn't do the same for any of you. Two is standing by in case we need equipment, and John is tracking. The bad guys are my thing, and none more so that my ever delightful uncle” Kayo replied defiantly. “I’ve made visual contact with what I think is his ship. I'm heading in now.”

Penelope wanted to express her concern further, but she was distracted by the new lights in her car coming on again, yet this time they were blue. Sherbet was barking.

Parker slowed down at the sight of two dogs standing by the side of the road in what looked like bulky protective wear. As the car drew closer it became clear one of the dogs was Gromit. The other dog was smaller and white.

FAB1 stopped and both dogs got in. FAB1 was a large car, however Penelope still felt more squashed than usual sharing the back seat with three dogs.

“Lady Penelope, Parker and Sherbet, meet Fluffles” John announced. “I thought some introductions might be helpful.”

Nobody questioned how John had known who FAB1 was collecting. It was just accepted, even by the newcomers, that the blue floating hologram knew everything.

“Are these new lights yours, Bertie?” Penelope asked Sherbet. Far from having received a call herself, she realised the lights meant Bertie was receiving a call or assistance from Gromit.

She had to admire the ingenuity.

Bertie barked, nodding and Gromit gave a sheepish look, but one that acknowledged that Penelope was right.

Gromit had clearly noticed Virgil and Gordon, who he'd been speaking to not so long ago, although both were now in full International Rescue uniform.

The holographic Kayo had left Shadow and was walking into the Hood's ship. Why is this so easy? Penelope wondered. Was he just going to let Kayo walk in and rescue Wallace?

“Ah! Hello, Tanusha” a nasal drawl came from Kayo’s holographic projection, indicating she’d found her target. “Would you like to sit down with your uncle to share some food? I was just having some cheese and crackers!”

Penelope heard Gromit snarl beside her as Kayo’s holographic projection enlarged to reveal herself but also the Hood, sitting at an obscenely oversized table with the cheese and crackers he’d taken from Wallace and Gromit’s house.

“I don’t have any desire to eat any meal with you. Where is Wallace?” Kayo demanded.

The Hood pulled a face of mock sadness. “No time for family, Kayo. Oh dear.” He stuffed another piece of cheese into his mouth. “Oh well. I’ll survive. He’s not here.”

“Of course he’s here. You’ve just kidnapped him. I’ve just flown half way round the world because for some reason you want to kidnap a man who was living quietly with his dog. I don’t know what you’re up to, but you give him back and go back into your hiding hole!”

The Hood shrugged. “Or else? You’ll unleash the GDF? How many times has that been ineffective? They’re not even here.”

Penelope had to conceded that the Hood was no idiot. Yes, they’d beaten him before, but he usually had the right measure of people. She was quite concerned that Wallace could suffer the same fate as the Mechanic. Wallace had made some fantastic inventions, but she didn’t think he had any skills to defend against the Hood.

Kayo sighed. “I’ll ask you once more, where is he?”

“And I’ll tell you once more, he’s not here. I don’t know where he is. I just delivered him.”

Kayo paused. “Delivered him? You’re a hired villain now?”

The Hood did a sigh of his own. “It’s always been about money for me, Tanusha. If somebody wants to hire me I’m available. For the right price, of course.” That smug grin was flashed at Kayo and Penelope could feel the hatred of this man rising up inside her. Based on the faces of her companions and the boys’ holograms, everybody else was feeling the same.

“Who hired you?”

“Well that would be telling, wouldn’t it?”

“You’ve told me everything so far and you didn’t have to. You let me in. You obviously have an agenda. So I’ll ask you again, who hired you to kidnap Wallace?”

The Hood took another mouthful of cheese and crackers, smirked, and replied “General X”.

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Next chapter! Getting sick meant I was slower editing than I thought I'd be but hey, I got it done today!

Chapter 5: Rescue Mission Mabel, Ford, and Stan come up with a plan to rescue Dipper.

A chill ran through Mabel’s spine as she carefully walked through the lessening crowd. One upside to having to use a crutch to walk was that some of the creatures moved out of her way. Which would be beneficial to the plan. A plan which her, Ford, and Stan had come up with only a few hours ago. The time waiting had been filled with eating some food that they found in the storage room, and resting. Mabel was still weak, and her leg definitely wasn’t recovered all the way, but she could walk, with support.

Taking a breath, Mabel looked around, trying not to find Stan and Ford watching her, but instead looking for bounty hunters. Granted, she didn’t really know what they looked like – the one time her and Ford had run into one, Ford had disposed of it before she could get a good look – but she knew they would look mean. After all, they were bounty hunters.

“Are you lost?”

Mabel stumbled back at the voice, but quickly found the source. A creature with a humped back and glowing eyes. Its skin was rough, but it gave her a smile – one filled with sharp teeth, but it seemed genuine.

“Uh…no…I’m just uh…meeting someone.” It was a lie and she was pretty sure it sounded like one, but she needed to keep moving. Bounty hunters usually didn’t catch their prey when they were talking to someone else, or at least, that’s what she assumed.

“Oh? Where are you meeting them? I can help.” The creature was still grinning at her.

“That’s okay, thanks for the offer though.” Mabel tried to move past them, but a clawed hand landed on her shoulder.

“I insist. After all, these streets aren’t safe after dark.”

A shudder passed through Mabel as she remembered the dragon. It’s grotesque teeth and haunting eyes. She doubted she would ever forget the sight, especially since her leg was bound to have a few scars from those horrible teeth.

The alien nodded, giving her what she assumed was a sympathetic look. “Come, I will take you to a safe place.”

“No, really. I-I’m good.” Mabel swallowed and tried to pull herself out of the alien’s grip. This wasn’t part of the plan. But even as she tried to stumble away, the creature held fast, its grip tightening. Panic overwhelmed her as she tried pulling away and caught a glimpse of the alien’s eyes again. They no longer looked friendly.

“Let go!” Mabel cried, doubling her efforts to break free, but the creature just laughed.

“Don’t worry. I am taking you to a friend.”

Then the creature gripped her other shoulder and her body froze. The world slowly faded away until everything went black as unconsciousness overtook her.

-----

When an alien rested a claw on Mabel’s shoulder, Ford felt himself tense up. Every instinct told him to rush in and pull her away from it. His job was to protect Mabel, not let her wander the streets alone. But they had come up with a plan, and if he raced to her aid, it could ruin all of it.

“Let her go.” He mumbled under his breath as he watched.

“Is that one of them?”

Ford looked down to see Stan watching as well, a frown on his face.

“I don’t think so. I don’t recognize it.” Even as he spoke, Ford knew that not all bounty hunters looked the same. Some definitely looked the part, but others looked like any other creature in the multiverse.

“Let go!”

Mabel’s voice carried through the streets and Ford found his hand landing on his gun. Whoever this creature was, it was hurting Mabel, and that was unacceptable. They would have to come up with a new plan and-

“It’s taking her!” Stan cried out, though thankfully he kept his voice low.

Gritting his teeth, Ford pulled out his gun with one hand and grabbed Stan’s hand with the other before moving forward, tailing the creature who had grabbed Mabel. “Let’s go.”

“What about the plan?” Stan asked, even as he followed Ford.

“We’ll come up with a new one.” Ford hissed as he ducked behind a crate. A moment later, he started moving again. The emptying streets were part of the plan, but it did make tailing someone a little harder. Then again, it meant it was easier to keep track of who he was following.

The creature cut down alleyways and across streets, running on all fours now that Mabel was unable to put up a fight. Ford vaguely recognized it as a resident of dimension B4r8, though it had been a while since he’d been there. They were fast, but thankfully Stan didn’t seem to have trouble keeping up with Ford as he followed.

Suddenly, the creature stopped in front of a cellar door and banged on it. The door flung open and a different creature poked its head out. Ford heard Stan suck in a breath and he squeezed Ford’s hand.

“That’s what took Dipper.”

Relief and worry simultaneously sparked in Ford’s chest. The plan hadn’t failed, they knew where Dipper was now. But he hated that Mabel had to be the bait. It had been the most logical solution, as she couldn’t move quickly enough to play any other part, but it still screamed against every protective instinct in Ford’s body.

Taking a breath, Ford tried to still his nerves before crouching down in front of Stan.

“You remember the plan?”

“Yup!”

Stan held up the strange looking device, a mix between tweezers, a toothpick, and a small computer screen – a lockpicking device that Ford had invented himself. It didn’t work on every lock, but with some luck, it would do its job today. 

Ford nodded. “Good…” For a moment, he hesitated. Letting Mabel go out alone had been hard enough. Leaving Stan as well screamed against every fiber of his being.

“I got it Poindexter, don’t worry!” Stan gave Ford a grin, and the smallest hint of relief hit Ford at the gesture. He was sure there were still things to be talked about, but for now…Stan seemed to trust him, so he had to trust Stan.

Taking a breath, Ford nodded and stood up, only to stop and dig his hand into his coat. He felt for the small gun that he regularly carried and pulled it out, handing it to Stan. It hadn’t been part of the plan but he’d feel better knowing Stan had some way to defend himself besides his fists.

Stan’s eyes widened as he grabbed the gun.

“It only stuns. Unless you change the strength.” Ford pointed to a dial under the trigger. “But you shouldn’t have to use it, it’s just…”

“Insurance.” Stan said, taking the word right out of Ford’s mouth.

A small smile grew on Ford’s mouth. “Right.”

“Cool.” Stan said, then shoved Ford a little. “Now get going!”

Ford barely held back a chuckle as he moved forward. Stan certainly didn’t seem annoyed with him right now. But then again, Stan had never been good about showing his real emotions to most people. Granted, Ford had been the exception when they were kids but…he’d take what he could get.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ford focused on what he needed to do.

The cellar door had already been closed, so Ford walked up and banged on it, as loud as he could.

“Hey, slime balls! Heard you were looking for me?”

As soon as he yelled it, Ford took a few quick steps away from the door, and when he heard the bolts unlocking, he turned on his heels and ran.

-----

“What’ve you got there?”

Dipper perked up as he heard voices outside of his cell. They had been fairly quiet for the past few hours. He’d guessed that at least one of the hunters had left, but the occasional noise from outside assured him that there was at least one keeping watch. Not that he had the tools to get out if he wanted too. Not only were his hands chained to the wall, but all of his supplies had been taken away.

“Found this little twig wandering around all alone.”

Despite not seeing his captors, Dipper could imagine a cruel smile on the face of the one who spoke.

“Good. Two down, two to go.”

Dread grew in Dipper’s stomach at the words. That meant they’d captured another member of his family, and a second later his suspicions were confirmed when the door opened.

“Brought you some company.” A bounty hunter that Dipper didn’t know grinned at him and tossed a small bundle into the room before closing it.

“Mabel?” Dipper tried his best to keep the horror out of his voice, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job. How had they managed to catch Mabel and not the others? From everything he’d seen, Ford had seemed just as protective of her as Dipper was of Stan.

When there was no response, Dipper’s anxiety spiked and he carefully poked her with his foot – the only part of him that could reach her. Please be okay, please be okay. He begged silently as he nudged her again.

For a few horrible seconds, there was no response, then a slight groan.

Letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, Dipper forced himself to take a deep breath before speaking.

“Mabel, are you okay?”

Another groan, then Mabel slowly lifted her head, squinting despite the already dim light of the cell.

“Dipper?” She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes with her hands – apparently the hunters didn’t care about her being chained to the wall. Then again, she looked quite pale and weak, she had to still be recovering from the dragon attack – Dipper’s own arm was still aching. But that still begged the question…

“What are you doing here?” The words slipped out, and Dipper couldn’t hide the confusion and worry in his tone.

Mabel blinked a few times and shook her head. “I’m rescuing you.”

“What???”

“Well…” Mabel tilted her head and winced a little. “Technically I’m not but…well...it’s all part of the plan.”

“Plan?” Dipper asked, glancing at the door, wishing he knew if the bounty hunters were outside listening in.

“Yeah, Ford is going to-”

A banging interrupted her. Dipper could vaguely make out a voice that must’ve come from outside the building, but he couldn’t tell what it was saying.

“It’s him!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“You two go, I’m staying put.”

“Lazy son of a-”

The last word was more of a hiss – an alien language that Dipper’s ear translator didn’t recognize, and probably a word that wasn’t appropriate for Mabel.

“Get going!”

There was a squeaking of hinges and another banging sound, then the talking stopped.

“All part of the plan.”

Dipper looked over to see Mabel grinning at him.

“Right…Mind filling me in?”

-----

The sun was slowly setting as Stan watched Ford bang on the door and run off into the town. Two bounty hunters raced after him, the one with the barbed tail that had taken Dipper, and the ‘friendly’ looking one who had grabbed Mabel and didn’t look very friendly now. That should mean that the building was empty. That was the plan after all. Carefully putting the lock pick in his pocket, Stan looked at the gun that Ford had given him and considered doing the same with it. But this was the multiverse. If he’d learned anything about it, it was that things could always go wrong, so he clutched the gun as he walked onward.

By now, pretty much all the aliens were inside their homes, so Stan didn’t have to dodge anyone as he carefully made his way to the cellar doors. A distant roar reminded Stan why no one was out and about. A shudder ran through him, but he shoved away any fear. The dragon wasn’t anywhere close and he had a job to do.

Taking a deep breath, Stan pulled on the cellar door. It was a lot heavier than he had been expecting, but it wasn’t too heavy for him. At least that’s what he told himself as he strained to open it.

The door swung back and hit the wall with a bang. Stan winced, but quickly darted inside. Only Mabel and Dipper were inside, there wasn’t any reason to be afraid, but he still found himself gripping the gun tighter.

The interior of the building was dark, but had a few lights to show a hallway, which lead to a larger room in the middle. There were a few doors leading to other rooms and halls, but there was only one door that was closed.

“Bingo.” Stan muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, glancing around as he did so. He didn’t see anything, so he put the gun in his coat and pulled out the lock pick.

“Mabel? Dipper?” He called out, hoping they could hear him through the door.

“Stan! We’re in here!”

A grin grew on Stan’s face as he started fiddling with the door, looking at the lock. It was a keypad, but Ford’s device should be able to handle that. He just had to-

“What do we have here?”

Stan froze as a voice spoke behind him and he spun around.

The bounty hunter in front of him was different than the other two, with a long-pointed nose and small eyes. It was hunched over, its claws making a shovel shape – if it was an animal, it probably would’ve been the burrowing kind.

Stan lifted up his hand up only to realize that he was holding the wrong thing. He scrambled to grab the gun out of his pocket, but was slammed against the door before he could reach it.

“Would you look at that? The last of you nasties decided to walk right in, offering yourself as a present.” The alien sniffed him, a smile growing on its long face.

Growling at the creature, Stan found that he couldn’t move his arms. But his feet on the other hand… Kicking as hard as he could, he managed to hit the hunter right on its snout, which resulted in it letting out a pained hiss and dropping Stan.

Bolting forward, Stan ran as fast as he could, his feet moving faster than he could think. But something in the back of his mind had the sense to pull the gun out from his jacket.

A claw grabbed his foot and he collapsed to the ground, flipping over to see the hunter clutching his pant leg.

Hefting up the gun, Stan quickly fired.

The blast hit the creature, but it only hissed in frustration. Stan tried kicking at it again, even as he fiddled with the gun, trying to remember what Ford had said about making the stun stronger. His fingers found a dial and he twisted it at the same time the hunter jumped.

Lifting the gun, Stan closed his eyes and fired.

A scream echoed through the room and a second later, something heavy landed on top of Stan. For a moment he thought that the creature had won. Bracing himself, Stan kicked up with his legs, wanting to get the thing off of him. But as he did so, he wasn’t met with any teeth or claws as he expected. Instead, the body of the creature rolled off of him – dead, smoke rising from where the gun had hit it.

Swallowing down the bile that rose in his throat at the sight of a dead alien – one that he had killed – Stan quickly made his way back to the cell door.

“Stan!?!”

Stan heard Dipper’s muffled voice through the door, and he wondered if his grunkle had been calling out to him during the entire fight.

“I-I’m okay!” Stan managed to call out, though his arms were still shaking.

Looking at the lock again, Stan realized that he didn’t have the lock pick in his hand anymore. He glanced at the dead bounty hunter and grimaced. It must have fallen out of his hand when he was grabbing the gun. Then his eyes caught sight of something else. A card of some sort attached to the bounty hunter’s pants.

Making a face, Stan quickly ran over and unclipped the card, backing away from the dead alien as fast as he could and making his way back to the door. Taking a breath, Stan held up the card to the screen. For one second, nothing happened. Then it flashed green and Stan quickly pulled on the door. It swung open with ease and a moment later he was met with the sight of Mabel and Dipper looking at the door with wide eyes.

Stan put on his best grin, doing a pretty good job of shoving aside any residual fear as he stepped into the cell.

“All according to plan.”

[4urvalidation]

A CASE OF LIMERENCE | Chapter Seven

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A/N: Didn't expect this chapter to take me as long as it did, but alas - it's finally here and I am goddamn proud of it! Things are finally HAPPENING!!! And I'm so excitedd.

T/W: body image issues, mentions of drug/alcohol use, mild sexual content, implied/mentioned animal abuse, characters being horny & just overall tomfoolery

 “Does this dress make me look fat?” Polly emerges from the dressing room in a stunning floral dress that looks so good on her it even makes the sales assistant’s jaw fall to the ground. It was the seventh dress she had tried on that day. Not that Leni was counting. 

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me Pauline!” Tess quips, her face scrunched in a frustrated scowl. She had chosen her Midsummer dress almost immediately and somehow managed to buy three more. All of this was happening while Leni was desperately trying to find the words to nicely let Polly know that the dress she picked out for her was something only her aunt Edna would wear. 

“Stop yelling at me! You have no idea how hard it is to have this body!” Polly says, her face the same color as the dress: burning red. 

“Oh yeah - it must be sooo hard to have big tits and a tiny waist.” 

They start arguing - something they have been doing a lot more often in the past couple of days, making Leni try hard to recall whether this has always been a part of their friendship or something that started happening only very recently. 

Upset, Polly storms back inside the dressing room; closing the curtain so aggressively she almost rips it off its hinges. 

“She’s such a fucking drama queen.” With a frustrated sigh Tess plops on one of the sofas, her phone almost immediately in her hand, “Please tell me you decided on a dress. Cause if I have to spend one more minute in this stupid fucking shop I will literally kill myself.” 

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Thank fucking god. Which one is it?” Tess raises herself on her elbows, trying to get a better look at the mess of hangers in Leni’s arms. “Don’t tell me it’s the leopard one.”

It’s the leopard one. 

“No, it’s this white one.” 

“Good choice. Very classy.”

In the background Tess drones on and on and about how there are people that show up at Midsummers with a complete disregard for the event and no - she’s not saying that there is a strict dress code but a true Kook always knows how to dress up for these kinds of things. Then she starts telling Leni about this one year where this fake Kook girl showed up in the wildest zebra print and how everyone laughed at how tacky she looked. 

“I mean it was totally expected. She used to live in The Cut before her family literally won the lotto and got a house in Figure Eight. Poor girl was so desperate to fit in, like you should’ve seen her Leni-” Her pompous rant is suddenly cut short by an ear piercing scream. 

Polly.

“The zipper is stuck! I am so fat that the zipper got stuck!” She sobs, her face a mess of runny mascara and tears. “I am literally going to die in this ugly fucking dress!” As if on cue, Tess pushes herself inside the dressing room, leaving Leni standing alone. Totally fine - she didn’t want to participate in that mess anyways. 

While out of sight, she sneakily goes to buy her dress and just as she’s about to check whether Tess and Polly need her help, her phone buzzes in her hand.

Leni’s heart skips a beat. 

Swallowing, she stares at the message.

“Miss?” The sales assistant calls out for her but she’s too lost for words in order to answer. “If you get-” 

“I-I’ll be right back. Don’t let that dress go anywhere!” 

With her phone tightly clutched in her hand, Leni steps outside the shop - the bright July sun almost blinding her. Squinty eyed, she inspects her surroundings, hoping to see a familiar figure but the only thing standing before her is a single blue car. And that’s when she sees him. 

Rafe. 

The driver’s window starts rolling down at the same time she begins crossing the street towards it. He’s in a suit again; his face half covered by dark rimmed sunglasses and ugh - Leni absolutely hates the way her breath catches the second she gets even the tiniest glimpse of him. 

“What are you stalking me now?” She practically shouts at him. 

“Hello Elena.” 

“I asked you a question.”

“S’not my fault your friend posts everything on social media.” 

What? Leni furrows her brows, but the realization hits her the second the thought crosses her mind. Of course, Polly has him in her close friends. 

“Is that supposed to be an excuse?”

“Not at all.” 

“Rafe.”

“Yes?”

“I will kick you.” 

The second the words leave her mouth, Rafe takes off his sunglasses - the dark purple bruise and stitches are covering nearly half of his face. “I know.” He says, the corners of his lips perked in a small smile and for the second time that day, he makes Leni’s heart skip a beat. “Have dinner with me.” 

Correction, three times. 

“No.” 

Just then, his smile grows bigger; practically spreading across that frustratingly handsome face of his and suddenly, Leni’s completely lost count of the times he’s made her heart forget to beat.  

“I’m not asking you out, Elena. I just want to talk. Like normal people.” 

Leni swallows. 

Her text. 

Rafe is staring at her. Gaze determinedly focused on her own; those dark wild ocean blue eyes causing all kinds of floods in a very particular part of her body and oh - it’s such a terrible idea. Talking to him, looking at him… even breathing the same air as Rafe Cameron is the worst possible thing she could do and yet… 

She wants to. 

“How about this,” He says when it’s become a little too obvious that no words will be coming out of Leni's mouth anytime soon. “I’ll send you the location of the restaurant and… if you feel like coming… I’ll be there. Waiting.”

She wants to run away. 

She wants to tear herself from the car and run as fast as her feet allow her to. 

Leave the island, leave the states and go someplace where the memory of him will no longer exist. 

“Okay.” Quiet as a whisper, the word practically slips out of Leni’s lips. 

“Okay.” 

“Now leave me alone, please!” 

Back in the shop, Polly’s face is puffy from all the unnecessary crying, but at least she’s smiling and finally out of that goddamn dress. 

“Where were you? I wanted you to see and tell me if this pink one squishes my boobs.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I had to take a call.” Leni replies with an apologetic smile and completely ignores just how easy lying has been coming to her as of late. Polly nods and after what feels like ages, goes to buy the things that Tess has somehow convinced her she doesn’t look fat in. 

“I know you’re lying.” Tess says, the tone in her voice dripping in accusation, the moment Polly is just out of earshot. “I saw you. You were with Rafe.” Their eyes meet and Leni does her best to seem as unphased as possible. 

“So?”

“Why?”

“That’s none of your business.” 

“I’m not asking why you were talking to him. I wanna know why you’re lying.”

Fuck.

Leni always seems to forget just how smart Tess is. 

“Are you sleeping with him?” 

The thought makes her heart skip a beat for the millionth time that day and once the idea weaves itself inside her mind, that’s all Leni can suddenly think about. She doesn’t care about giving her friend a proper answer or making herself look good when the image of Rafe ravaging her is consuming her like some brain eating bacteria. 

Tess scoffs, her lips spread into a bitter smile, “Of course. Of course you are. I mean - at this point who isn’t?” 

“I’m not. The reason why I was talking to him and lying to you about it - is private.” She’s about to spin some bullshit story about how she’s known his family for years; how at this point she too is practically a Cameron, but Polly comes rushing in - bags of  brand new clothes gripped in hand - and Tess’ interrogation ends.  

After what feels like ages, the three of them leave Bellefleur, but when Tess and Polly start heading back towards the docks, Leni doesn’t join them. Her excuse involves Sarah and the Pogues and she hates lying to them - especially after the way Tess just confronted her about it, but what else was she supposed to say? 

The truth? 

They say their goodbyes and she ignores the all knowing glare Tess gives her after their short lived hug. Tomorrow she’ll probably wake up to all kinds of rumors, but does it really matter? It’s not like people know who she really is around the island and those who do, don’t seem to be too interested in the life she’s leading. 

Although, they might start if Tess decides to never let this go. 

The location Rafe sent her belongs to a country club not too far from the shopping strip she wasted an entire day with Tess and Polly and although the trek was barely a ten minute walk, Leni’s body is sprinkled with drops of sweat; her hair practically glued to the back of her neck and her flimsy top and shorts far too beachy for something as fancy as this.

Wide eyed, she marvels at the high ceilings and marble floors; the people, their crisp designer clothes, fake tans and pearly smiles and if she didn’t feel out of place before, she sure as hell feels like it now. Slightly embarrassed, Leni drags her beat up Converse and massive Bellefleur shopping bag towards the snotty-faced host. 

“Bathroom is for members only.” He says pompously and her entire face flushes red. She can’t seem to remember the last time she’s been embarrassed like this. 

She also can’t seem to come up with any words either, as she stands there frozen - from both the icey words and A/C - and perhaps this is a sign. Not exactly the thing she’s been asking for, but certainly a warning: she shouldn’t be here. She should be at the docks, boarding the ferry back to Kildare Island and texting JJ to be waiting for her so they can spend the rest of the day together. 

“S’there a problem?” A familiar voice breaks her awkward silence and there it is again - that silly heart of hers and its tendency to skip beats whenever he is around. His gaze flickers towards her every now and then; never sticking for too long, but hers does. Leni allows her eyes to linger on his lithe body; the beige suit and his buzzed head; the undone buttons of his shirt; the gold ring on his finger and the way he’s towering over both her and the host. 

Fuck. 

She always forgets how tall he is. 

“Mr. Cameron,” The host’s face flushes red; redder than Leni’s was mere seconds ago and she wants to gloat, but she’s far too flustered in order to do so. “This is… do not worry, I’ve got it all under control. This young lady will leave immediately.” 

“This young lady is my date.” Rafe says, the words barely sneaking past his gritted teeth and suddenly Leni can’t tell who’s befuddlement is bigger: hers or the host’s. 

“Oh. Right. I see… Unfortunately, the club’s rules-”

“For fuck’s sake. Is it her clothes that bother you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer;  just shrugs off his suit jacket and hands it to Leni. “Here. Put this on.” She doesn’t wait for Rafe to tell her twice. In a matter of seconds, the jacket finds itself on her body along with his hand on the small of her back. “Come on sweetheart.” 

Sweetheart? 

Rafe guides her towards a table in the back while she repeats the word in her mind until it completely loses its meaning. Silently, she watches him pull the chair out for her and over the years she’s considered him to be a lot of things, but never a gentleman. Sure, he could be doing it out of politeness, but then again - when has Rafe Cameron ever been polite? 

“Whatchu got there?” Brows raised, he jerks his chin towards the shopping bag on the empty chair beside Leni. 

“My dress for Midsummers.” 

“You’re going.” 

“Yeah. Are you?” 

Rafe shrugs, “Dunno.” He reaches for the menu. She can’t help, but mimic him. “Any word from Rose?” 

Leni’s heart drops. 

“No.”

He clears his throat. “Look, I’m sure Sarah’s told you by now, but I want you to hear it from me too.” She watches him lean back in his seat; the menu now discarded and those blue eyes stubbornly focused on her face. “I’m hiring a private investigator.” 

Her jaw falls slack, “I… I didn’t know that.” 

“No?”

“No.”

“Hmph. Thought you two shared everything.” 

“Clearly, we don’t.” Leni raises her brows, silently gesturing to this little get-together of theirs and he just knows. She sees it in the way he instantly pulls himself towards her; the corners of his lips perking up into a smile and for a second she contemplates doing the same. Her brain is curious to know how it feels to have her face inches away from his own, but that doesn’t happen. 

It will never happen. 

The waiter comes to take their orders and despite the gnawing hole in her stomach, Leni doesn’t have an appetite. She lost it the moment she caught a whiff of Rafe’s intoxicating cologne. It’s the same he wore on the night of the incident. 

“Elena?” Her name sounds different rolling down his tongue and no - it has nothing to do with the fact that for some stubborn reason he’s decided to be the only one to call her that. She glances over at him; those haunting blue eyes gazing over at her with certain unreadable curiosity and what the fuck is she supposed to order? She barely even paid attention to the menu in her hands, little alone spent time looking at it. 

“I’ll just have the Caesar salad.” She mutters, “Oh, and a Coke. And fries.” 

“I’ll have a Coke too. Thanks.” His gaze never leaves her. “Think you’ll have room for dessert?”  

“Depends. Will we be slurping or snorting the Coke?” 

Rafe snorts, “Slurping. I don’t do drugs anymore.” 

“I know.”

“Or drink.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“I’m sober.” 

“I get it Rafe - my joke wasn’t funny.” 

“No. But you are.” 

Now it’s Leni’s turn to scoff. 

When she finally looks back at him and sees his lips pulled into a wide, almost toothy smile something inside her chest cracks open. 

Fuck.

She likes him. 

He’s the worst man alive and she has a maddening crush on him. 

“So, is Rose the only reason why you wanted me here?” She tries to keep her voice as steady as possible, but her heart is running laps between her ribs and the tips of her fingers are prickling at an alarming  pace and when did it start? When did she stop thinking rationally and start liking him? 

Has she always liked him? 

The cat Leni. Think about the fucking cat. 

“No. But if you have any interesting things to share - I’m all ears.” There he is again: moving closer and she feels his knees bump into hers; the soft material of his pants rub against her bruised and scratched skin; skin that would’ve been smooth as a baby’s butt if he hadn’t chased her down like the prey he clearly saw her as. “Nothing? Okay-” 

“I KNOW ABOUT THE CAT.” She says loudly. Too loudly. Loudly enough for people from other tables to turn and look at them. 

Leni wants the ground to open and swallow her whole. 

“I’m sorry?” Rafe says, a puzzled look on his face. 

“The cat. I know about it.”

“I don’t-” But he does. She sees it in the way his eyebrows shoot up and his lips begin forming into a bitter, tight smile. “Ah, the cat.” Rafe nods. “Of course you know about the cat. Did Rose also happen to tell you why I cut his tail off?”

Leni blinks, “Tail?”

“Yeah.”

“Rafe… Did you cut Mr. Buttersmith’s tail before drowning him?” Her entire body shakes as the question croaks out of her throat. She wants to look away; grab her things and disappear as far away as possible but none of her limbs seem to be functioning properly. All that’s left to do is sit there and watch as a dark shadow falls over Rafe’s face. 

“No.” She finds relief in the fact that her voice isn’t the only one shaking right now, but that doesn’t mean her nerves are at ease. With a lump in her throat, Leni watches him chew on his thumb; his gaze no longer focused on her, but on the empty table. When he finally looks at her, the haunted look in his eyes is back. “Mr. Buttersmith… I… Sarah had found this dog - a, a mutt and of course dad let her keep it because Sarah always got whatever the fuck she wanted… Anyways, one day, Mr. Buttersmith got out in the yard. I dunno how he did it, but he was outside and the dog started chasing him and while running away Mr. Buttersmith got his tail stuck in the fence. He couldn’t get out. He was panicking and I was scared that if I didn’t help him, Sarah’s stupid dog would kill him, so-” 

“You cut his tail off?” 

“I thought I was helping him.” 

She can’t tear her gaze away from Rafe. 

“Was… what happened to him?”

“Dad helped me take him to the vet. They patched him up. He lived for five more years.” 

Leni swallows the lump in her throat. “But Rose said…”

“Yeah. She says a lot of things to keep people away from me. God knows what kind of stories she’s told Wheezie…” 

A part of her doesn’t want to believe him. Her loyalty lies with Rose; always has and always will, but something deep inside Leni refuses to take her Godmother’s side. Disappearing without a trace; leaving her with only a cryptic note and a hotel room booked for the summer… She can’t help but think there’s a reason for it, but her brain is far too exhausted in order to make sense of it all.

The waiter brings their food just then - it’s like he’s got both the best and worst timing in the world. 

“What are you gonna do when you find her?” After what feels like ages, Leni speaks again; her question rough against her throat. 

Chewing, Rafe shrugs. “Take her to court. Get custody of my sister.” 

“You think they’ll let you do that?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Well, you did recently get jumped by your ex dealer to whom you allegedly still owe money to…” Smiling, he opens his mouth to speak, but she doesn’t let him, “There’s also the drug charge, three DUIs, that time you spent a night in prison for attacking a cop, rumors about a drowned cat-” 

“Keeping tabs on all my crimes…Elena… you’re like, obsessed with me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

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Rafe pays for dinner and as they’re heading out, once again takes the liberty to place his hand on the small of her back. The only difference this time, his touch never truly reaches her, just hovers. Once outside, he lights up a cigarette, his gaze lingering on her face curiously. 

“How’re you heading home?” He asks, blowing smoke in the empty space next to him. 

“With you, obviously.” 

He smiles and for someone she once upon a time thought was completely incapable of such a thing, Rafe sure as hell likes to do it a lot lately. 

Without another word, they move towards the docks. The silence between them is strangely pleasant. With the corner of her eye Leni absorbs the way he looks besides her - shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows; hands in pockets; cigarette dangling from lips. 

She doesn’t remember him being a smoker. 

“You need help getting in?” He asks, the question barely audible against the sound of crashing waves. Leni looks at him and no - she doesn’t, but parts of her body are desperate to feel his touch again so she nods; gaze hidden behind her lashes. The calloused skin of Rafe’s hand feels electric against her own as he slowly guides her onto the boat. 

The places where he touched her are aflame. With her breath caught inside her throat, Leni watches him climb with a single, sleek movement and she wonders - why hasn’t she been this attracted to him before? Perhaps she’s always been but the fear Rose instilled in her as a child prevented Leni from properly reeling in it. 

“I’m just realizing,” She says after several moments of comfortable silence, “I’ve never been on your boat before.” 

“That’s ‘cause you never asked.” 

“Well, you scared me, remember?” 

 Their eyes meet. 

Rafe’s brows slump downwards; his lips suddenly twisted in a frown, “Do I still do that?” 

“No.”

He doesn’t. 

What he does to her is much worse than fear. 

But Leni can never admit that to him, little alone to herself. 

She is still wearing his suit jacket when they arrive back to the island. This time, Rafe doesn’t ask whether she needs help; he just takes her hand and slowly guides her back to land. She watches his hand twitch - fingers rapidly pulling in and out of a fist and she wonders whether his skin sizzles the same way hers does in that very moment. 

“Come, I’ll drive you home.” Rafe jerks his head towards his Range Rover, but Leni stands her ground; her feet practically glued on the pavement. “What?” He asks when he notices she hasn’t budged at all and in two long strides, manifests himself in front of her. “What’s wrong?”

Silently, Leni takes the suit jacket off of her and hands it back to him. “I’m gonna walk.” 

“Elena.” 

His gaze feels heavy, but she doesn’t dare meet it. If she does, every promise she has made to herself will be broken and she simply cannot allow that to happen. Rafe still mustn’t know where she is staying. 

“Please. You’ve done enough.” Finally, she looks at him and he’s so handsome it physically hurts her. His suit jacket hovers in the small distance between them and she nudges it a little, reminding him to just take it off her fucking hands but Rafe shakes his head. 

“Keep it.”

“No.”

“It’s cold.”

“I’ll manage.” 

Rafe sighs, his hand frustratingly running over his buzzed head, “Stay here.” She hears him say in a rough, almost demanding voice and Leni really doesn’t like the feeling it creates between her legs. She tries looking away; staring at everything but his broad shoulders and long strides, but it’s all her stupid brain can focus on. 

When he returns, there’s a teal colored material bunched up in his fist. “Here.” He hands it to her, his voice still carrying that same amount of roughness and Leni doesn’t wait to be told twice. She exchanges the suit jacket for the other piece of clothing and this one is so big, it almost swallows her whole. 

Just like what Rafe's gaze is doing right now.

“Happy?” She barks at him. 

“Very.” 

“Good. Cause I’m not promising on giving it back.” 

“That’s okay.” He smiles. “I like it better on you anyways.”

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The Great Wave - Chapter 3 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

Warning(s): extreme use of foul language.

Aurora is not pregnant.

I don’t believe it for a second, that cow is lying through her teeth. I already mentioned in the second chapter review that she just couldn’t be pregnant because there are three major reasons that easily disprove her claim.

First, it’s the amount of time that passed by. It has been a few months since Season 4 and the manga, around four months to be exact. And yet, Aurora’s stomach appears to be completely flat. How is this possible? Shouldn't there be a visible bump by now?

Second, season 3’s artbook already confirmed that Aurora was a manipulative woman and wanted to reflect it with her design (by having her hair covering one of her eyes) so who’s to say she’s telling the truth right now??

Third, @kilfeur pointed out in this post that if she was pregnant, Armand would not have allowed her to fly high up in the cloudy sky to gain knowledge about the Eliatrope goddess' eliaculus. Armand was already worried about Aurora when she went up, and the thought of her flying high while carrying their future child would have made him refuse the idea entirely, as he feared it could put their unborn child in danger.

So yeah, this skank is clearly lying her ass off just to manipulate the sadidas so that they could take her side. She’s so fucking petty omg I cannot deal with her. And her father is even worse my god wipe that ugly ass smile off your face you fatass.

This man clearly wants power that’s outside his kingdom. He just wants more even if it doesn’t belong to him and it painfully shows because he won’t stop making this fart face.

But it’s okay because as soon as Amalia opens her mouth, he immediately stops looking like a dumbass and immediately FROWNS because he knows she’s spitting FACTS.

And this is the only reason why I loved this moment. Amalia literally put him in his place and shut him up.

Amalia on the first panel: “What right do you return after you have shamelessly abandoned us? The osamodas kingdom, the nations of Bonta, Brakmar, Amakna, Astrub…”

Amalia on the second panel: “We asked you to come help us!”

Amalia on the third panel: “BUT NO ONE CAME! It was the future of the world that was at stake, not just the Sadida Kingdom!!!”

LIKE YES GIRL YES FUCKING DESTROY THIS OLD WASTE OF SPACE!!!

She literally dragged him on the fucking floor with all these facts omg I can’t she’s such a queen I love her so much. 💖💖

But then, instead of just taking it all like a good boy, this old bag of furry bones only had one thing to say and it was:

Osamodas blue cow king: “You give honor to your egocentrism, Amalia…”

Bruh what.

What are you talking about, you crusty old bat?

She drops so many facts and events that happened and this guy’s only comeback is “you’re being selfish 🥺😡”. Like what the fuck was even that???

Dude if you’ve got nothing to say, then don’t say anything but don’t just blurt out the first thing that comes out of your mouth??? Like what??

This is the equivalent of a detective who presented all the proofs that you committed the crime and the only thing you have to say is “your mama”.

Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse for this guy, he says:

Osamodas blue cow king: “My soldiers would have beat these creatures just as efficiently as yours.”

Oh yeah, where were they then, you fucking liar??? The worst part about this is that you didn’t even try hiding the fact that you would’ve been ‘ready’ but you’re so dumb you have no idea how brain-dead that makes you sound right now. You’re saying you could’ve sent your men BUT YOU DIDN’T DO SHIT. WHAT’S WORSE IS THAT YOU KNEW THE SADIDAS NEEDED HELP CUZ UR STUPID DAUGHTER FLED TO GO BACK TO YOU.

Also didn’t you once claim that Armand’s army was weaker than yours but then all of a sudden you’re now saying that your army could’ve beat the necromes like theirs did???

(oh oop- Armand don’t kill him yet 😭)

Bitch doesn’t even know what he’s talking about anymore. I doubt he even knows wtf he’s saying half the time.

Are you dumb???? Are you actually suffering from constipation????

You’re implying that you were free to help and that you knew they needed help. YOU’RE INDIRECTLY SAYING THAT YOU KNEW AND DIDN’T HELP DESPITE HAVING THE TIME TO DO SO.

While the old fart is yapping, Yugo’s face is just so 🫤😑 I’ve been staring at this panel for 2 minutes now and I love how fucking out of it he looks while listening to the cow 😭 Actually, I’m not even sure if he’s listening, I think he’s just hearing him from one ear but it all goes out on the other side. He looks like a god who’s about to squash an annoying ass ant lol

He’s literally like “is this bitch fr?”

Like Yugo is 100% confident to say that the osamodas king had no idea what the hell he was talking about when he thought his troops and he would’ve been able to fight off the necromes.

Yugo: “You have absolutely no idea what we saved you from!”

Yugo’s making that face cuz he knows the king has no clue what he’s barking about. (Also can’t Yugo just use his wakfu sensing abilities to check if Aurora is actually carrying another twelvian?? Or is he not able to do that because an unborn child does not have wakfu yet?) Little blue bro doesn’t know what necromes even are cuz Yugo never told him about them so how the hell was he supposed to know if his men would’ve stood a chance???? No seriously is this cow okay? Why is he talking? Is he talking just for the sake of talking?? Is he that self-conscious that he’ll make up lies on the spot just to protect his image??? The cow king doesn’t even know that the necromes had a leader. Yugo and Amalia are dealing with a fucking grown-ass child omg.

Osamodas blond cow: “I left because I made the promise to my dear Armand.”

This is a lie. Armand never heard of any promise. An analysis conducted by @geekgirles even indicated otherwise, supporting that the claim made by Aurora was fake. According to the analysis, Aurora was more inclined towards her family than her new life with Armand, and the claim that he made any promises to her was baseless. If you wish to read the detailed analysis conducted by @geekgirles on this matter, you can find all of it in this post.

I’ll now explain to you, in my own words, why her bullshit is hot donkey ass. Keep in mind that the whole reason why she left was to protect “the child” aka “the future heir”. As I said before, Aurora couldn’t have promised Armand anything because he knew she still held a bit too much on her osamodas family. From what we’ve seen, Aurora had the time to go back to the Osamodas kingdom to check up on them because of the eliaculus in the skies, had sided with her osamodas family during the meeting with the eliatrope goddess, had tried to marry off Amalia to one of her brothers and cousin, deliberately brought some of her relatives to Armand’s coronation to….stand around, and even keeps her father around in the Sadida kingdom when he should either be ruling his own kingdom or go back to his cave. Armand is not a moron. He knows that she constantly brings her own family to a place that doesn’t need them. So when he’s about to sacrifice his life unbeknownst to Amalia, he tells her this:

“The future is yours.”

Armand had passed the torch to Amalia.

It's worth noting that this is a crucial moment because he chooses not to pass the leadership to his own wife, Aurora. This decision is based on the fact that Aurora is heavily influenced by her family and is unable to make independent choices. At the same time, he also chooses not to give it to someone else who is just as important.

And that is the imaginary baby that Aurora is carrying.

Remember that the baby doesn't exist, and that's an important fact to keep in mind. Armand, who still loves Aurora, doesn't trust her enough to give her the leading role, or any role for that matter, especially not one that involves a child they could potentially have together. Instead, he gave the role to his sister. Aurora knows this and is fully aware that her promise to him was never even a thing. In Armand’s mind, it wouldn't have mattered if she ran away because he never intended to give her a part of the kingdom’s responsibilities in the first place, even though her getting away like that would have hurt his heart.

And Aurora is over here saying that her dad will help her lead the sadidas while she’s pregnant, girl sit your ass down no one called for you. Hoe thought she was in the same group as freaking warriors, shut up. You clearly want your father to rule for a much longer time literally wtf.

Osamodas blond cow: “During my pregnancy, my father will help me lead the kingdom…and I also count on him to train the future heir.”

It's concerning that her explanation might make sense to the sadidas. I'm not sure how she managed it, but that skank made it sound like her father would automatically assist her in ruling the Sadida Kingdom (despite them being Osamodas) since she would be pregnant and without aid due to Armand's demise. And after her baby would be born, her father would train him under his guidance to make him become strong and successful. She made it sound like a simple plan with no problems attached to it. She hasn’t even mentioned if the “baby” was an osamodas or a sadida. She only mentioned the gender, that the baby was a male (in French, when she calls the unborn child “the heir” she says it by using male pronouns).

Hey, Aurora what happens when your lie doesn’t work anymore because your stomach will still stay flat after eight months? You’re gonna tell the people that you swallowed the baby or something? That it fell down? What happens when you can’t keep up with your lie anymore?? Huh? Ever thought about that, you dumb bitch?

I have an idea, Amalia: how about you throw Aurora to the other side of the world and then try to get yourself pregnant by using Yugo so that you can also have a better reason to stay? Or better yet, you can tell her to prove her pregnancy because again, HER STOMACH IS FLATTER THAN A WASHBOARD AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS. Make her suffer from her lie and try to make her work hard for it.

You know when a dog lifts his tail and head up while he’s walking away from something cuz it shows just how sassy and confident they are? I see no difference with this crappy blue cow ‘family’ except that it ain’t cute when they do it.

They just ignored everything Amalia and Yugo said, looked the other way from every proof and situation that they were currently in, and only brought out Aurora’s pregnancy as a trashy uno reverse card, then decided to dip out before blurting out that they were gonna wait NEXT TO ARMAND’S FUCKING TREE GRAVE SO AMALIA CAN PREPARE HER STUFF TO LEAVE.

Osamodas blonde cow: “We are going to pray at Armand’s grave tree, while you make your arrangements.”

The fucking nerve to say that.

I don’t give a shit if she’s crying while saying it, this bitch is supposed to be a professional manipulator.

She and her family have no shame whatsoever. They genuinely thought they did something there. The only thing they had as “leverage” against Amalia and Yugo was Aurora’s stupid “pregnancy”. And even if she was actually carrying Armand’s kid (for whatever reason), her reason would still be shit cuz Armand already declared in his final hour that Amalia was going to take his role.

Osamodas blond cow: “Your presence here is no longer desired, sister-in-law. Just do what you’ve always done…Go explore the world!”

Like-

Who are you???

Blond cow had the audacity to exist.

Not only do we know that the royal osamodas family are liars and manipulators, but we also now know that they’re complete dumbasses for even wanting to rule the Sadida kingdom of all kingdoms. The Sadida kingdom is not built like theirs. The Sadida culture and its customs are extremely different and very much the opposite of the Osamodas since these two races are polar opposites. The Sadidas care about plant life while the Osamodas care about wildlife. It would be extremely hard for the osamodas to fully accept a culture that preaches everything that opposes what they preach. Not only that, but the Sadida kingdom is the literal embodiment of nature. If anything tries to hit its source no matter how big or small, then there would be dire consequences to the entire ecosystem of the world. The Tree of Life is such a big deal in fact that Armand even nicknames it “the lungs of this world”.

And to protect it, you not only need to be one with nature, but that also means you need a SADIDA to guard it which is a person that can literally SPEAK FOR THE TREES. Aurora you NEED Amalia, not only because she’s a Sadida, but because she’s also a royal AND has the strongest connection to the tree more than any other sadidas. You’re not just ruling a kingdom, you’re taking care of the world’s core.

And Aurora’s father doesn’t seem to understand that very important detail. When Armand reveals to him that the sadida kingdom keeps getting targeted at all times because it represents the lungs of the world, this fucking dumbass cow thinks that it’s because the sadidas are weak and can’t protect their own home which is why it keeps getting attacked.

Aurora’s father is such an idiot that he doesn’t even understand why the kingdom is so precious when he’s just been TOLD THE ANSWER DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS FUCKING FACE.

At this point, even a iop would get it. BECAUSE THE PERCEDAL FAMILY ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT-

This is why imagining an osamodas ruling the Sadida kingdom is a literal death sentence. Because an osamodas, someone who only takes care of beasts, shouldn’t be able to properly take care of the sacred tree that links every single living plant in the world. For fuck sake, Aurora, why do you think they call it “the Tree of LIFE”?????

If the Tree of Life doesn’t have a proper guardian (aka A FUCKING SADIDA), then it dies. And if it dies, that means the ecosystem dies. Aurora, you dumb blond, let me explain it in osamodas language: if every green that you see outside disappears, that means that your stupid animals won’t be able to properly eat, shit, reproduce, drink, breathe, and live. And yes, Aurora that last one also means that they won’t have a surface to walk on, aka death.

You don’t have a brain because you keep listening to your egocentric manipulative fat father every time he opens his mouth and you keep making constipated decisions without thinking about the later outcomes because you think you’re in control of the situation.

The only thing you can do, and I’m being generous here by giving you a “talent”, is to shut the fuck up and sit there looking pretty. You did a good job doing that in Season 4 and I want you to do that again. And while you’re at it, go make me a sandwi-

Not only does Aurora need Amalia, the sadida who has the strongest link to the Tree of Life, but the Osamodas king also needs Yugo. I’m not sure why these blue people didn’t catch the fact that there’s a gigantic ass necrome dragon that’s only been PARALYZED and is currently standing in the fucking Sadida Kingdom’s backyard. The dragon is very easy to spot and the only reason why Yugo still keeps the eliatrope dofus on him at all times is to prepare himself for when the dragon gets out of this state. Because yes, Armand did beat him, but he didn’t kill him. Again, you are not able to kill a necrome. If the royal Osamodas family somehow takes hold of the Sadida kingdom, how the fuck are they gonna beat a fucking dragon, one of the most powerful fucking entities of this world who also had been necrofied to NEVER FUCKING DIE??? The osamodas cow king never saw a necrome, never beat a necrome, doesn’t know how it became a necrome, and doesn’t know where it comes from. Since he doesn’t know shit about the necromes, how is he gonna be able to fight a fucking necrome DRAGON?????

Sweeties, do you get it now?

Staying in the Sadida kingdom isn’t for power-hungry clowns. Staying in the Sadida kingdom means that you’ve gambled with your life more than once and you know the taste of adventure and combat. Staying there means knowing that your life can be taken away from you by either the enemies who try to take the literal lungs of the world, or the paralyzed undead dragon who can wake up at any time if he simply wanted to.

You bozos NEED Yugo and Amalia to the point where you can’t even be the ones to stay there, let alone own the place. You can’t stay there because there is so much to keep guard of, to be aware of, and to be ready for. The sadidas have practiced this dance for centuries now and they’ll keep doing it even harder because of an additional menace that is living on their grounds, the dragon being that very threat. Now, not only do the sadidas have to be vigilant of the outside, but they also have to be vigilant of the inside.

So yeah, the royal osamodas are a goofy ass family and I hate the circus.

(i love how the French commentaries on Allskreen and the Krosmoz app are clowning this family lol everyone understood the assignment)

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

every couple of years I remember that julie plec made a character tell another character that “he was your first love, I intend to be your last” and then just fucked me personally over forever?? by not having them end up together?? ever??

[magical-xirl-4]

Shugo Chara is SO GOOD at doing slice of life. The kids hang out by going to the beach, they go shopping or go to a concert, they organise parties and events, Amu spends a day out with her family at the park, she helps her mum at the market, or she goes shopping by herself (though still accompanied by her chara’s), and it feels SO GOOD to watch them do stuff like this because it reminds you of when you were a kid, OR, when you were reading/watching it as a kid, it somewhat reflected your life and made you feel really connected with all the characters and think “hey, I’ve done this”.

Even if you didn’t do most of the things they did, it felt like you could, like you were really hanging out with kids your age and going out and being all mature. They do all of this while magical beings are hanging out with them too, but they are also individual characters with personalities that at the same time, are personally connected to you.

This is why I’ve always wanted an episode where Amu just does mundane things like going to the hairdresser. Or heck even a chapter or episode where she celebrates her birthday with all her friends.

Shugo Chara has always made the mundane seem special and fun, which is why I used to think about it A LOT when I was a child and going out with family or friends. “Amu would do this, she would speak like these to her chara’s, etc.”

I still think about it sometimes like that. It’s basically why it’s my favourite story of all time; because it feels so down to earth.

[crazyhickofftheirrocker]

⚠️Fic Alert ⚠️

Seeing as a few people were hoping to see a scene of Carla and Betsy together after Mason's stabbing (as was I 😑), here's my interpretation of how that could've gone- with potentially more to come.

It does get heavy with the whole grief process so fair warning.

[ghostcond]

i killed the boss and a second morganthe appeared

[daydreamerdrew]

The Savage She-Hulk (1980) #1