#instead of paws like ive got here :3

[narsh-poptarts]

it's all fun and games until you become a little obsessed with the npc you only half helped create

love you, Robyn (she/her), hope you and Gozzi can become friends

[shoutogepi]

A Million Times Over, part 1

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Todoroki Shouto x American!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 11.3k holy shit this is so long guys. fuck.

[ ☀︎, ☁︎, ✘ (nsfw!) ] (series warnings)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : some NSFW themes but no actual smut. a lot of pining and angst. some cute moments too tho!

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : You lose all memories from the past five years of your life due to an accident-induced coma, including any recollection of your beloved boyfriend and fellow pro-hero, Shouto. He’s devastated that you don’t remember him, but the both of you are determined to get your memories back, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, you attempt to rebuild your relationship with him… while also nurturing the spark that’s still very much lit between you two.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Originally I intended for this to just be a long fic… but even for my standards, this would be wayyy too long to be just in one post. I decided to split the fic into three instead, so this will be the first part of my very first multi-chap series, A Million Times Over, for my beloved Sho <3

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : big thank you to my sweet friend @todoscript​ for beta-reading this for me and hyping me up!! love you, can’t wait to read what you have in the works soon <3

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“.../n”

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“.. y/n…”

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🅃he buzzing noise in your ears sharpened. White light snuck between your eyelids and you groaned, fingers reaching toward your temple. Confusion burst forth as you recognized foreign, plastic tubing connected to your skin, your eyes opening wider as you began to register your surroundings.

You were in a hospital room. To be more exact, you were in the bed in the middle of the hospital room— meaning, you were the patient. The realization shocked you, and you jolted upright abruptly, suddenly all too aware of the tubes stuck up your nose. At your sudden movement, large, warm hands landed on your arms and rubbed at your skin gently, making your attention turn to the person sitting at your bedside.

“Y/n? Hey, you’re okay, love, it's alright. You’re safe, I’ve got you.” His voice was smooth and deep, an anchor for you to grab onto in the midst of your confusion.

You were gawking, staring straight at him— you couldn't help it. Your jaw was probably hanging open, gaping like a fish at the man before you. What were you in the hospital for exactly— had you gone insane and dreamed this situation up?

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“Sh-Shouto Todoroki,” you mumbled, gaze connected with his tired but bright, heterochromatic orbs. His brow furrowed and his head tilted slightly at your courteous acknowledgement, but he brushed it aside and smiled at you instead.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you took in his form beside you. He was tall— you could tell even though he was seated— and he was more handsome than you’d ever imagined, somewhere in his mid-to-late twenties judging by the sharp, masculine features of his face.

“Y/n…,” he breathed out, a large, calloused hand coming up to cup your jaw. Then he pulled you into a hug, his strong, muscular arms wrapping around your torso and cradling the back of your head to press you into his chest. He smelled of clean laundry and winter, a crisp, fresh scent that made an unknown comfort blossom in your chest.

Slowly you placed an arm around his neck, your other hand laying limp on the sheets as it was still connected to the IV. You rubbed his back slightly, still dazed by your apparent situation. Looking outside the open window in the corner of the room, you realized it was daytime; yellow sunlight beaming into the room and pouring onto the tiled floor. There were vases of flowers all around the room, as well as stuffed animals, cards, and balloons that all wished for your health and speedy recovery.

“I’m so glad you’re awake,” Shouto whispered into your shoulder, still holding you tight in his embrace. His voice was still low, but this time it shook with profound emotion. “I missed you… so much.”

Your body felt relaxed in his arms, even though your brain was whirring a thousand miles a minute. You had no clue how you’d ended up in the hospital, who sent you all these gifts, where you even were geographically, and most importantly, why Shouto Todoroki was holding onto you like you meant the world to him. You patted his back stiffly and he let go of you just enough to move his face in front of yours. His eyes held such love and relief, the emotions as clear as day that butterflies ruptured from your stomach. As if his expression wasn’t enough to get your heart racing, he leaned forward and captured your lips, pressing his mouth to yours in a firm but sweet kiss.

It only lasted for a minute, but it was enough to have your heart rate monitor start beeping rapidly, noisily chiming at the other side of your bed. His face was so perfect and smooth up close— you couldn’t close your eyes as you took in his astonishing beauty. Sure, you’d imagined he would be perfect… but in person, here before you, he was indescribable. The man of your dreams. And a good kisser, too.

A nurse rushed into the room, seemingly out of breath. When she caught sight of the two of you, your lips locked, and Shouto holding you so tenderly, she let out an awkward cough and pawed at her scrubs, averting her eyes as she approached your bedside. Shouto pulled away, only to plant a soft kiss on the very tip of your nose before leaning back into his seat. He had a wide smile on his lips, content-crinkled eyes settled on you as his hand enveloped yours.

“So you’re awake!” the nurse stated excitedly, busying around with the beeping machine, managing to shut the blasted thing off. “How are you feeling? Any pain, discomfort?”

You glanced at Shouto, who smiled at you warmly and squeezed your hand. If that heart rate machine was still on, surely it would be going haywire again. “Uhh, I think I’m okay… just kinda groggy,” you replied truthfully, your voice coming out hoarse. You cleared your throat and she handed you a small cup of water, which you took gratefully. You continued on after taking a few sips, the liquid cooling your irritated throat. “No pain, but I’m a little… confused, to be honest.”

“I’m sure you are, hon,” the nurse said, giving you a smile full of understanding. It made you feel a little less on edge, and you gave her a half-hearted smile back. “You were in a bad accident almost a month ago. You suffered some head trauma, and you’ve been in a coma ever since. You also had two bruised ribs, and some minor surface wounds. The cuts are all gone now, and your ribs should be almost all healed by now as well, but if you have any discomfort on your left side here,” she gestured to your ribs and continued, “just let me know. I’ll page your doctor and we’ll do a quick check-up on you in just a minute!”

You nodded slowly, the gears turning in your head. You were in an accident, and then a coma for a whole month? It all seemed so crazy to you— you can’t remember a single thing leading up to your supposed accident. Head trauma… you weren’t usually the type to get hurt, and you’d never been in a coma before. “Umm… what kind of accident was it?” you asked, looking between Shouto and the nurse, not really directing the question to either of them specifically.

“You were flung into a cement pillar during a fight, love. The blow was mostly on your side, hence your bruised ribs… but your head smacked into the pillar secondarily,” Shouto replied, his smile disappearing as an unfamiliar bitterness washed over his handsome face. “We were battling together and you were knocked unconscious instantly… you’ve been asleep ever since.”

“A fight..?” you frowned, tilting your head in confusion. “We were fighting, and you threw me against a… cement pillar?”

Shouto looked horrified at your misunderstanding, adamantly shaking his head and making his soft, two-toned hair shine in the sunlight. “No, I would never hurt you— the villain did, baby. I incapacitated them right after,” he paused, eyes casting downwards and his free hand forming into a fist at the memory, “but the damage had already been done...”

That sounded right… your job was herowork, you could at least recall that. But you didn’t think you’d ever fought beside a hero as great and renowned as Japan’s famed dual-tempered Shouto. Sure, you’d been doing your best to climb the American hero leaderboard, but you weren’t by any means at the top yet. “Umm… can you tell me.. why we were fighting a villain together, exactly?”

Shouto looked directly at you, his brow furrowing before he looked to the nurse on the other side of your bed. They shared a look, and you shuffled uncomfortably in the cotton sheets pulled up to your waist, unease sitting like a rock in your stomach.

“Y/N, can you tell me what you remember before the accident?” Shouto asked slowly, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. There was a sliver of something else in his voice now, a hint of urgency in his request.

You looked between him and the nurse hesitantly, racking your brain for anything you could think of. “Uhh… I don’t… I don’t remember, I— I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright hon, don’t worry. It’s common to have some confusion after just waking up from a coma. We can try an easier question. Let’s see… do you know your birthday?”

You responded instantly, and there was the tiniest amount of relief on Shouto’s face at your correct response.

“Your mother’s maiden name?”

You got that one right too, Shouto’s thumb rubbing over your knuckles soothingly in silent praise.

“How about your phone number?”

You took a second to think of it, but you answered that one too. The nurse looked over at Shouto to see his reaction, and so did you. But Shouto was frowning at you, making dread drip into your veins. “That’s your US number, love… what’s your Japanese number?”

You looked at him incredulously. “My Japanese number? Why would I need a Japanese number?” you inquired, thinking this must have been some kind of trick question.

The nurse and Shouto shared a more serious look, and Shouto swallowed as he looked away from you, turning toward the window instead. You squeezed at his hand but he didn’t respond, so you turned to the nurse instead, confused now more than ever.

“I don’t understand…,” you mumbled, hoping for some clarification from her. She smiled at you, but this time it did not reach her eyes.

“You’re in Japan, hon. You’re speaking Japanese right now… and you’re also one of the top heroes in Japan, just like your boyfriend here.”

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The next few days passed by in a blur. The hospital staff was all very kind and hospitable, but it still felt like you had woken up in the middle of someone else’s life. Even though your body was yours, and you looked just the same, you couldn’t help the unease that lingered from your imposter syndrome.

You had gone through so many tests and check-ups that they all blended together at this point. You had been poked, prodded, and quizzed the entire time since you’d woken up from your coma. There were so many different tests regarding your memory that your brain felt like melted jelly by now, and your frustration was at an all-time high.

Shouto had gotten up and left the room shortly after the nurse informed you of your situation. Your heart felt heavy for him— he seemed so excited, so relieved that you were finally awake— and this was the devastating reality that he was left to face. After patiently waiting at your bedside for weeks, this was the bitter pill he had to swallow when you had finally come-to… you imagined that he was not eager to confront such a terrible twist of fate. Yet he had come back into your room half an hour later, eyes suspiciously puffy and pink, and his nose a little stuffy, but nonetheless, he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, squeezing even tighter than before. Even though you barely knew him, his presence made you feel safe, and you were glad to have him by your side.

Between your numerous mental tests and check-ins, the conversation between the two of you was surprisingly easy. He was patient with you, and kind. Apparently, you’d first met him in America at a hero convention about five years ago, and you started dating after a year and a half of being friends. Your memory had been completely wiped of the past five years, leaving your Japanese friends, coworkers, and dedicated boyfriend all in the dark. According to Shouto, you had befriended many of the top heroes in Japan, seeing as they were also your colleagues. It turned out that the numerous flower arrangements scattered about your room were from these heroes, as well as fans… though a good amount were from the heterochromatic man himself.

Shouto took care of you during your days at the hospital. He talked to the doctor after your check-ins, pulling them aside and conversing in hushed voices in the hallway just outside your door. He called your family for you and flew them out, only adding to the chaos in your hospital room. He told all of your Japanese friends and acquaintances to stay away for now, knowing that meeting them would probably just overwhelm and guilt you. And each day he would bring you a treat that you would inevitably love, proving to you that he really did know you, and that he knew your preferences and even your favorite boba order. He probably would have stayed by your bedside even through each night, but you insisted he go home and sleep in a proper bed. You already felt bad enough that he was taking a hiatus from hero work until you recovered… you didn’t need to add his future back issues to your already guilty conscience.

You found yourself enjoying your time with him. You knew who he was— you had certainly heard of him during your previous hero work that you actually remembered. You kept it to yourself that you had harbored an embarrassingly large crush on him, though. You figured he probably knew that, seeing as he was your boyfriend of three and a half years… no need to bring it up! But now that your memory had reverted back to your mental state five years ago… you inevitably had feelings for the pro hero, and you weren’t sure if he either couldn’t tell how he affected you, or if he was just being polite. Whatever the case, there was still a spark between the two of you. Even though all the progress of your relationship had been erased on your side, each day your feelings only grew for the selfless, charming, and witty half-and-half man. So much so, that you would now reach out for his hand when he would enter your room each morning, and he would smile at you and slip his fingers between yours, no matter how much it hurt to restrain himself from showing you more affection.

After about a week, you were cleared to go home. Your nurse, who you had come to know as Akari, told you that the doctor had originally wanted to keep you for longer… but that Shouto was such a doting beau that they had given you the express go-ahead, knowing you would be in the highest of care.

Your memory was still not restored, though you had started to remember odd things here and there. Like how to use your phone— it was the newest model and far from the technology you were familiar with five years ago, but you opened the device and navigated it expertly on your first go. The doctor said that that was a good sign, though it could just be muscle memory... but Shouto still gave you a small smile of encouragement. Next was when you had asked Shouto to bring you your favorite moisturizer, a Japanese brand, and you just mentioned it so casually in conversation that you would have blown right over it had Shouto not pointed it out to you. You were recalling little, mundane things here and there, but never anything big— no people, no places. No distinct memories.

Akari assured you many times that as long as you kept working at it, your memories would return. She always said it when you were frustrated— she could tell your moods and she could see how hard you were trying. But she also said it when you were doing fine, and that was when you knew she was saying it more to Shouto than anything. You were glad to have her there, because even though Shouto was there for you physically, he kept most of his emotions sealed off from you… and it was hard for you to read him. Akari was an excellent nurse, and you felt blessed to have been taken care of by her. But a tiny, minuscule part of you was jealous that she could tell how he was feeling, while you were left in the dark.

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You sighed as the car door clicked shut, feeling apprehensive. The vehicle that Shouto had driven to the hospital today is sleek, shiny, and foreign. You had no clue what model it was, but you knew it must have been expensive— the interior was framed with a polished wood that complimented the peanut-butter color of the leather seats and steering wheel. Shouto slipped into the drivers’ side next to you, offering you a small smile as he clicked his seatbelt into place.

���Are you nervous?” he asked, pausing before he turned the ignition. The car purred to life, a welcome screen popping up in the middle of the console.

You thought it over for a moment before answering, watching as he slid the parking ticket out from under the overhead visor. “A little… I think excited is a better word for it, though.”

Shouto’s smile broadened just a tad, his hand reaching over the center console and squeezing yours briefly. “Me too,” he murmured, eyes locked with yours for just a moment too long before his arm propped back against the corner of your seat, and he reversed out of the parking spot. You couldn’t help but admire his chiseled jawline as he did so, eyes flitting away quickly when he caught your lingering gaze.

The drive from the hospital to your home wasn’t long, and you were thankful that was the case— you’d have definitely felt even guiltier if he’d been driving for a long time all these days to come and see you. The city distracted you along the way, bustling and bright as ever, and your eyes were wide with wonder as you took in the colorful displays littering the streets and storefronts. Everything— everyone just seemed so alive; it was impossible to keep the smile from your face.

At one red light in particular, you saw a cat cafe, zoning in on a particularly pudgy cat snoozing at the top of the cat tree in the window. You giggled and pointed it out to Shouto, glancing over at him to see if he was looking, and the softest smile was on his lips as his eyes gazed deeply into yours. You held his stare for a moment and then looked away again, flustered and your cheeks feeling warm as you cleared your throat.

It was then that you noticed his hand lying atop the center of the console, tempting you to reach out and lace your fingers with his, like you had done so many times at the hospital. But it felt different without the safety of the white walls and medical equipment you had grown to know, somehow scarier— like he might reject you for whatever reason. You chose to keep your hands to yourself for now.

“It seems like you’re curious about the city,” he said as silence settled between the pair of you, the only noise in the cabin of the vehicle being the low melody from the radio.

You shrugged and hummed in agreement, eyes now glued to the other side of the window as countless people and businesses whizz by. “I like to know the city I’m protecting,” you answered, leaning back against the headrest. “It makes me feel more connected to the people that live here… the people we’re helping when we do our jobs. Y’know?”

Shouto nodded, humming his own agreement. “Yeah… I know what you mean,” he replied. After a short pause, he turned to you, waiting for another red light to turn green. “Maybe we can come out in disguise sometime… if that would interest you. I can show you around, we can have a little adventure.”

You visibly perked up at his suggestion, your grin making his heart flutter suddenly in his chest. “Yes! I would love that!” you beamed at him and he smiled back at you, the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks.

You bit your lip as he turned back toward the road, the car shifting forward as he pressed the gas at the green signal. He was trying… so you had to, too.

“But only if we go together, okay?” You reached over and took his hand before you could chicken out. His fingers fit perfectly in between yours, and your cheeks felt hot again as you gazed intently at your intertwined hands.

Shouto let out a little breath of surprise at your action, but his fingers curled tightly around yours in under a second. “Of course… love.”

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Shouto had sent your family home, despite their protests. The doctor’s orders were for you to resume life as you normally would— apparently, that would be the quickest way for you to regain your memories. The verdict was much to your parents’ dismay, but they understood that it was the fastest means for you to return to, well, you. So they left Shouto to take care of you, and he insisted that once your memories came back, he would fly them back out to see you again, or the two of you would come to them.

Though technically he was a stranger to you, he was the closest thing to home in the strange storm of your memory loss. He had been there for you every step of the way, every day. He tended to your every need, and he even anticipated your needs before you were aware of them. That didn’t change once you arrived at your shared apartment.

If you could even call it that.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled when Shouto unlocked the door for you, gesturing for you to enter first. Your jaw was on the herringbone-patterned, hardwood floor as your eyes wandered around the entryway, taking in every design detail you came across. You barely managed to take off your shoes before you were peeking your head into the bathroom next to the entry hallway, inspecting the clean and gorgeously-furnished half-bath.

Shouto chuckled and closed the door behind him, making sure to turn the lock as he set his keys into a porcelain bowl beside the door. “Go explore, I think you’ll like what you see,” he said amusedly, a half-smirk on his pink lips as he eyed you. Your starstruck expression only grew as you padded into the open space of the living room.

A long, cushy sofa and chaise stood before the huge flat-screen that was nestled into an elegant built-in, shelves filled with books you knew and loved and ones you didn’t recognize, too. Game consoles lined the shelf below the plasma screen, and your toes curled into the fuzzy rug underfoot as you gaped at the room. Everything— even the curtains and the coasters on the coffee table— was exactly in your taste. You felt like you were in wonderland. Had you fallen down a rabbit hole and this was the magical, heavenly place you had landed in? Clearly this had to be a dream, right? You woke up as Todoroki Shouto’s long-time girlfriend, and apparently you lived here, with him?

Goddamn.

The kitchen, laundry room, main bath, office, bedroom, and master bath all fit your taste exactly the same. Only the second office and spare bedroom seemed a little out of place— they were more of a traditional Japanese design, but even though it was different, you did not mind. Even the runner on the staircase— who had a staircase in their apartment, by the way?!— was in a pleasing color and pattern. There was even a decently sized home gym, with various equipment and machines and a mirror running the length of the entire wall. By the end of your expedition, you were simply at a loss for words. You found Shouto sitting on one of the stools at the marble island that separated the kitchen and the living room, busy combing through some manila files.

“Umm,” you started, catching his attention.

He looked up at you, propping his chin onto his hand as his elbow rested on the counter. One brow quirked up, he grinned slyly at your outright astonishment. “Well?” he prompted, sitting up and rolling his neck, then stretching his broad shoulders. “What do you think?”

You try not to linger on the way the muscles rippled underneath his tight, crisp shirt, playing off your silence as shock. “It’s uh… perfect? I live here? I actually live here, right? You’re not pulling my leg?”

Shouto chuckled and shook his head. “I would never, love. Well, I have before, but no— I’m not right now. You live here. We live here. It’s all ours.”

You laughed giddily, unable to contain your excitement. Shouto smiled fondly at you, your grin infectious as your eyes wandered around the kitchen once more.

“Snack pantry is behind that door,” he nodded his head to the side and your eyes grew even starrier. He couldn’t help the laugh that trickled out of him at your instant footsteps— you were still you, after all. He knew all the ways to your heart very well, and one of them was most definitely through food.

“Woah.” Your mouth hung open once again at the rows of snacks and foods that greeted your gaze when you opened the door, the light flicking on automatically. Your eyes danced over the labels, recognizing many of your favorite flavors throughout the variety. “We could survive a whole year off of this stuff, Shouto.”

You stiffened when an arm wrapped around your middle, his front pressing up against your back as his chin fell onto your shoulder. That same comforting scent encircled you, but this time it was mixed with a subtle, woodsy aroma that made your mouth water.

Shouto breathed softly into your hair, the tip of his nose brushing the side of your neck. “I stocked up for your return, love.” He took another leisurely deep breath before he pulled back, his arm falling from your body and leaving you surprisingly cold without his touch. “Wanted you to have everything you could possibly desire.”

Your eyes inspected the pattern on the hardwood floor as he stepped away from you, your arm crossing over your front to grab onto your bicep nervously. Letting out a small laugh, you replied, “Yeah, I think you covered all the bases…”

He only hummed as he returned to his seat, sliding on a pair of thin metal glasses you hadn’t seen him take off before. You couldn’t help but think he looked incredibly handsome like this— a rare, domestic sight for only your eyes to enjoy. “Sorry I can’t entertain you at the moment,” he said, that analytical gaze locking onto you once more. “My agency asked me to look over these cases and I just have to finish them up— I’m technically on leave, but I still want to help out when I can. I only need another half hour or so. Feel free to help yourself to anything you like. This is your home, after all.”

You smiled and nodded, rolling back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Alright, I’ll try not to bother you.” Shouto frowned at your wording, but you carried on anyway. “I think I’ll poke around our room and see if I can find something that triggers a memory.” Your acknowledgement of your shared bedroom seemed to put him at ease, and with that, you grabbed a strawberry-flavored snack from the pantry before making your way past him, roaming over to the bedroom.

“You can go through my things if you want, too!” He called from behind you, having already made your way to the stairs. Choosing not to reply to his invitation, you hopped up the steps and quietly closed the door to your bedroom, hands landing on your hips. Inspecting the room from left to right, you decided to go through the toiletries in the master bath before anything else.

Before you could move even a foot in the direction of the en-suite, a furry creature darted out from underneath the bed skirt and dashed toward you. You gasped in delight at the gorgeous visage of the long-haired cat— she had bright blue eyes and fine white fur, her coat streaked with gray here and there. The cat meowed cutely and curled around your ankle, rubbing her head against your leg affectionately.

You immediately crouched down and lowered yourself to her level, fingers eagerly diving into her soft fur and offering a good scratch behind the ears. “Hi gorgeous,” you cooed, the animal mewling back at you in response. Your fingers found her collar and you flipped over the tag, reading her name with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Yuki.” 

Heart softened at the thought of Shouto owning such a pretty creature, you gave her a good long rub before you decided to move on to your quest at hand. The creature followed closely behind, twisting in between your legs as you entered the en-suite.

The bathroom was large and luxurious, just what you would expect from a pro-hero of Shouto’s standing. It occurred to you that you too, were a hero of such regard, which must explain why you could afford all the lavish things you came across while combing through the closets and cabinetry.

You went through countless skincare products, face masks, makeup items, and bathing goods on what you presumed was your side of the double sink before you peeked into Shouto’s drawers. You fingered through his hygienic products, mumbling to yourself in surprise when you came across skincare items whose existence most men would not even be aware of. You shrugged and figured that you just must be an excellent girlfriend and teacher, assuming he used them correctly.

Eventually you found his shaving items, eyes scanning the labels until you find his aftershave. Shrugging, you took the cap off, giving a tentative sniff before you realized that must be what you smelled on him earlier, when he’d pressed up against you from behind and nuzzled into your neck. You bit your lip as you recalled how his arm felt around your waist, his nose on your throat. It had felt so intimate, and oddly… natural.

It was the most contact you’d had with him so far. While you were at the hospital, he would hold your hand. Besides that first moment when you had just woken up— when he hugged and kissed you, and the fireworks that had gone off had been then overshadowed by the horrific realization that your memory had been wiped— the half-hug just twenty minutes ago was the only time he had initiated further physical contact with you.

You frowned. It wasn’t like you’d been super affectionate toward him, either. Sure, you had reached out for his hand at the hospital, and you took it again during the car ride home… but now that it was just the two of you, alone in your home… it felt different. Maybe that was why Shouto had asked if you felt nervous when you were in the car, following your discharge from the hospital only an hour ago. Had he seen it coming— this potential pitfall in the reconstruction of your relationship? You wondered how he felt about all of this, but you were too shy to ask him so directly. Not when you barely knew him.

“Missed me so much you’re sniffing my cologne?”

You froze and glanced up at the mirror, Shouto’s reflection smirking at you from his leaned position against the doorway. Your cheeks immediately went warm and fuzzy again as you capped the glass bottle, carefully placing it back into its drawer before looking over your shoulder to him. A glance at the clock on the wall revealed it had been forty minutes; you must have gotten swept up in examining your beauty products.

He didn't have his glasses on anymore, and he had changed into a solid-colored t-shirt, the crisp button-down he’d donned earlier nowhere to be seen. Damn it… you had missed your chance to ogle at him with his shirt off. At your silence, his smirk melted into a small smile, stepping forward and joining your sitting form on the heated-tile floor. “Don’t worry, I’ve done the same to your perfume before as well,” he murmured as he reached toward the drawer on your far side, his arm brushing against your back as he searched for the glass vial. “You can try it, too. It’s the most recent addition to your collection, and I personally am very partial to its scent.”

The contact made you swallow, your gaze flicking over to his. He was looking at the various perfume bottles in the drawer, though, giving you the chance to inspect his face as his hair fell forward, soft locks of red and white splaying across his forehead. He was so breathtaking up close like this… your gaze dropped to his lips. God, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to feel those lips on yours again, to be in his arms and to be held as tenderly as you were that first day you awoke.

“Oh right,” he chuckled, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “I brought it into the spare room the other day… Must’ve forgot to put it back.” He leaned back, ending the accidental physical contact with you.

You looked at him quizzically. “The spare room? Can I ask why?”

Shouto blushed and your heart thudded in your chest. Oh crap, he was so cute with his cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah… I’ve been sleeping in there since the accident. It just feels…,” he paused as he searched for the right word, eyes avoiding yours, “wrong… to be in our bed without you.”

Your own cheeks warmed at that, his confession pulling at your heartstrings. “So the perfume..?”

His cheeks darkened a few shades, the hand on his neck rubbing harder at his skin. “Ah, that’s… honestly kind of… embarrassing to explain.”

You reached out so your hand covered his, and Shouto sighed as he allowed your fingers to slide in between his. “Can I guess? Will you tell me if I’m right?” He nodded at that, deciding it was better if he didn't have to say it. “You spray my perfume onto a pillow at night and snuggle up with it?”

Shouto’s eyes widened at your immediate response, swallowing before he let out a stiff laugh and a nod. “Yeah, that’s exactly right… kind of lame, isn’t it?”

Shaking your head, you smiled gently at him. “No, I think it’s sweet. It’s just what I would do if you were away, too.”

There’s a shocked silence that filled the bathroom then, Shouto’s wide eyes fixed on you for a long, intense moment. Eventually you broke eye contact, looking to the floor with an awkward smile.

“And you don’t have to do that tonight…” you offered quietly. “If you want, I mean… you can sleep in here.”

“Is that where you’ll be sleeping?”

You looked back at him, surprised by his instant reply. “Y-Yeah, I think so…”

“Alright,” he conceded, his blank face melting into a warm smile. “Then that’s where I’ll sleep, too.”

You returned the gesture, pleased to have made him happy. “Will you be spraying me with perfume before we tuck in?” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“No,” Shouto answered seriously, the smile dropping from his face, “your natural scent is a thousand times better than any perfume, love. I’ve missed it lingering on our sheets.”

Cheeks warmed for what seemed like the thousandth time today, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and smiled, unsure of what to say. “Aha okay… well, I think you smell pretty good, too.”

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Shouto originally wanted to order in from your favorite restaurant for dinner, but you managed to sweet talk him into allowing you to cook instead. After about a week of feeling completely worthless, it was nice to have something you could finally, actually do.

The refrigerator was just as stocked as the pantry, so after analyzing the plethora of ingredients at your disposal, you decided on a meal and set off, gathering all the things you’d need in an excited hurry. Just as you were about to start washing vegetables, Shouto slipped an apron over your head, steady hands drawing the ties together at the bottom of your spine. The garment fit you perfectly, intricate design in your favorite color. You thanked him as you glanced over your shoulder, grinning up at him.

There was a somewhat somber look in his eyes, a halfhearted smile just barely curving his lips before he nodded and moved away, retreating back to the other side of the counter where he’s staked out to watch you work. He’d offered to help— numerous times, actually— but you told him to just sit back and relax. You wanted to do something for the tired man, even if it was as small as putting together a meal.

It didn't take long for you to get into a rhythm. Chopping the vegetables and preparing the other ingredients came naturally to you, and you found yourself enjoying the process. It was something familiar, which was very much welcome.

“Do we cook a lot?” you inquired, raising your voice a bit so Shouto could hear you over the sizzling pan in front of you.

He was leaning on the countertop again— he must’ve known he looked delicious like that or something— and he glanced over at you from the open book he was reading. “Mm, when we have time. It’s not that we don’t enjoy it, but usually we’re both very busy. It’s normal for us to leave early, and return home late.”

You nodded in understanding, grinding fresh peppercorns above the skillet and giving the contents a stir.

“I like everything you cook for me, though.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, stealing a look over at him. While your cooking had improved since your teenage years, it wasn’t like you were a chef by any means. “Everything? You’re just trying to be sweet on me.”

The corner of his mouth curled up. “Maybe… is it working?”

The sound of the food crackling from a drizzle of oil filled the kitchen for a beat, and you stared at the wilting greens before you, unable to bring yourself to look at him. “Yeah, I think it’s working…”

There was another pause in conversation, this one less stifling than before. This time, Shouto broke the ice. “Even though we’re busy people, we always have a date every Friday… It’s the highlight of my week.” His voice sounded gloomier than just a moment ago, but when you chanced a look over at him, he was smiling slightly, staring at a cabinet and seemingly off in his own memories.

You wondered which memory he was going over particularly, but didn’t want to intrude his recollection, so you focused on stirring the pan instead. Tapping your phone on the counter next to you just to make sure, your eyes flitted over today’s date. 

Thursday. 

“Tomorrow’s a Friday,” you mentioned, trying to be casual, despite your heartbeat ringing in your ears. It was stupid for you to get anxious that he’d reject you— he was your boyfriend after all. But to you, this was all  uncharted territory; foreign waters.

“Tomorrow is a Friday, yeah,” he confirmed, looking down at his book again. “It’ll be a week since you woke up.”

The realization that you’d woken up exactly one week ago—the day that caused the man so much joy and then so much pain— that that day had been on a Friday, your sacred day that was devoted to being spent with each other… it made your heart throb uncomfortably in your chest. You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, shutting off the burner and transferring the food into a serving dish. Bringing it over to the counter and setting it in front of him, you untied the apron and folded it neatly, placing that on the counter too.

“Would you… want to go out with me tomorrow, then?” you proposed smally, opening the drawers before you in search of eating utensils. You frowned when all you were met with was measuring cups and spatulas. “For our Friday date ritual, I mean.”

Shouto stood and crossed the island, opening the drawer behind you and revealing all the silverware and chopsticks. You moved to grab two pairs of chopsticks and he took your wrist gently, large thumb stroking across your skin. His other hand came to brush against the small of your back, but he chose not to grab onto you. “I would love that.”

You shared a smile and a meaningful look.

“Then it’s a date.”

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After the dishes were all washed, you agreed to watch a movie. You had initially wanted to pour over your things again, to see if anything could help your memories come back. But Shouto had suggested the two of you relax on the couch instead, explaining that  he was not surprised that you were overworking yourself, but that it was his job to make sure you took care of yourself. He further threatened that if you wouldn’t take care of yourself, then he would have to “take care of you himself”, and that left you flustered more than anything. So you dropped whatever excuse you had prepared to argue back at him and followed him to the living room.

Walking in, you blinked in awe at the spread that Shouto had set up. Numerous candies and snacks are laid out for your convenience across the coffee table. The lights were dimmed and curtains drawn, even a few candles flickering in the shadows and scenting the room with a cool, refreshing aroma. There was a pile of blankets stacked in the center of the sofa, all the decorative pillows pushed into the corners to leave one large space for the two of you to share. It was a little… dare you say it… romantic. You looked over your shoulder at him, shooting him a suspicious glance. He had led you to believe he was “taking care of you”, but it seemed he had ulterior motives, too. Not that you were complaining.

Seating yourself next to the blanket tower, you peeled one off the top before unfolding it, letting the soft fleece tickle your ankles and lay across your lap. Shouto crossed in front of the TV, grabbing two remotes from the basket and coming to sit next to you. There was a respectful amount of space between your legs, and you couldn’t help but frown at the gap. You thought that he would sit right next to you…

It took a little while for you to settle on a movie, all the films from the past five years unknown and novel to you… even if Shouto informed you you had already seen them. He went along with your selection without resistance, opting to grab one of the biscuit snacks on the table before you.

As the movie began, you leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch, not really focusing on the actors on the screen. Your eyes were trained on the television, but your mind was elsewhere, unable to distract yourself with the story. You also noticed that Shouto was sitting stiff as a board next to you, focused on nibbling at his snack. He didn’t attempt any moves at you throughout the first thirty minutes, even after he’d finished with his confection. Slowly you allowed yourself to relax, succumbing to the film and settling into the pillowy sofa.

Shouto detected your newfound relaxation, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he watched your eyes fix on the main character and her love interest. “I’m going to make some tea. Would you like a cup, love?”

“I’m okay, thanks…” you replied softly, not really hearing him as the love interest was in the middle of their heartfelt confession.

He took a moment alone in the kitchen to calm himself. Even though you had been very receptive to him, he couldn’t help but feel hesitant whenever he touched you. He wanted you to want him; for you to want him to touch you. But he didn’t want to force anything with you, in fear that he’d scare you off or make a bad impression. He didn’t want to be pushy. Even before the accident, his heart still pounded whenever you would smile at him. When you would grab his hand, bring him something because it reminded you of him… when you would moan into his ear at ungodly hours in the night… Now it felt like his heart was in his throat every time you spoke to him, like if he said one word wrong, you’d fly away from him and never look back. It was terrifying.

Shouto shook his head. Sighing to himself, he filled his mug with water and held the ceramic in his hands, steam rising off the surface of the liquid almost instantly as he activated his quirk. He allowed the tea leaves to steep for a moment before he fished them out, steeling his nerves and returning to his spot on the couch. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like you’d scooted over just the tiniest bit, shortening the distance between you two as he took his seat.

Your eyes flicked over to him and caught his gaze on you, inspecting the mug in his hands before giving a curious sniff. “Chamomile?”

He nodded and offered the cup to you, which you took in both hands. “Technically, it’s called Sleepytime Mix. But yes, it has chamomile. Have some, if you want.”

“Ah,” you gave a long inhale and smiled drowsily at the familiar scent. “I don’t wanna drink all your tea. And besides, it’s a little hot for me.”

“Oh,” Shouto said, taking the cup back into his hands. He focused for a second, and then the liquid no longer emitted steam, now a pleasant, warm temperature. “Try it now. Help yourself, please.” He handed the mug back to you, the light from the television flickering across his handsome face.

You blinked at him cutely, taking the mug in your hands again. Your fingers brushed against his in the transfer, and he cleared his throat slightly, skin warmed from your touch. “Wow!” you chimed after a sip, going back for another few gulps before you handed it back to him. “It’s really good. Perfect temp, Sho, thank you.”

Shouto felt his heart skip a beat in his chest, his eyes widening at the name he hadn’t heard in weeks. It sounded so good rolling off your tongue, so right. At his flustered expression, you laughed awkwardly, fingers delving into the blanket and looking away meekly.

“Sorry… I thought that that was probably what you’re used to me calling you, but I can use something else if you like.”

“No,” he said instantly, his hand automatically reaching for yours. He pried it out of the fleecy material, folding his fingers around yours. “I like it. Please call me that, I… I’ve missed hearing it.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, fingers squeezing his for a moment. You kept his gaze for a long pause, and then you duck down, scooching flush against his side and laying your head onto his broad shoulder. It caught him off guard, but after a moment of buffering, he moved, his arm tentatively wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against his side. The action made your cheeks perhaps as hot as the tea in his mug, but you only settled deeper into his embrace, happy to be in his arms. You fixed the blanket so it covered his long legs, too, settling over the both of you snuggly.

You two stayed like that for the rest of the movie, another forty five minutes or so. Your hand gradually moved to rest on his stomach, his long fingers stroking your spine through your shirt. It was new to you, but it was comfortable— your body recognized his touch and welcomed it, even— years of unknowingly conditioning yourself to receive his affection allowing you to accept his embrace. By the end of the film, you were dozing off, warm and relaxed now more than ever, curled up into Shouto’s side.

Shouto, however, was wide awake, his pulse rushing in his ears at your proximity. It had been a very long month without you, and now here you were, cuddled up with him just like how you used to be every night. He knew you were somewhere in between consciousness and sleep, so he let the entire movie credits roll by before he decided to move you. Still holding his mug, which had been empty for the past half hour— but he didn’t want to risk moving and causing you to pull away— he set it on the side table, carefully maneuvering his wide frame so as to not disturb you.

You whined in protest but did not stir when he curled his arms around you, picking your form up and off the couch. After making sure all the candles were blown out and the lights were turned off, he quietly carried you to your shared room, not bothering to turn on the lights. It was then that he hesitated to make the next move— you were still in your clothes from the day, and he wasn’t sure if you would want him to see your bare body if he took the liberty to rid you of them.

His tongue wandered over the bottom of his teeth as he gazed at you, strewn across the soft blankets that covered your bed. The few beams of moonlight that slithered through the bottom of the blinds fell perfectly onto your face, your lashes casting long shadows onto the duvet and giving you an ethereal glow. He could imagine how your naked skin looked underneath that cute little sweater you donned, your bra strap poking out as if to tease him even more. His eyes slammed shut as he sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, recognizing the color, and the image of you clad in the matching panties that completed the set suddenly sprung forth in his mind.

Acquainted was an understatement as to how well he knew your body, but the problem was not as simple as physicality— the problem was mental, and it could not be vanquished by anything except time, it seemed. The beautiful brain he loved so dearly was now wiped, void of all the memories the two of you had made and cherished together. Shouto clutched his stomach as he took a seat on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, feeling sick from the forceful whirlwind of emotion that came along with the thoughts that crept up on him in the night. The knowledge that you did not remember him, not even one measly memory of him, upset him more than anything.

He had not realized how much his world had shifted now that he had you. Of course, he loved you and he made great effort to ensure that you knew the extent of his devotion to you. But it wasn’t until you had woken up like this, confused and distraught, mind reverted to just months before he had even met you, that he had come to terms with just how much you meant to him. He knew that he loved you before. But now he knew the pain of being unable to hold you, and be with you— really, even talk to you like he had grown so accustomed to.

It was eating him alive, and tearing him apart.

When you had awoken after such an excruciating, lonely month, he had been overjoyed. Finally, he could be with you again— he could touch you and kiss you, hear your sweet voice, hold your body close to his as you fell asleep, and wake up with you still in his arms, groggy and adorable… except, he couldn’t. Because while you knew who he was… you didn’t, really. You didn’t know him at all. And what hurt the most was that he could see that you were trying… but at the end of the day, he was only a stranger to you. He was not your boyfriend, not anything more, other than a hero that you idolized and had a silly crush on.

At the very least, he found comfort in the knowledge that you found him attractive. Of course, you had revealed to him, albeit once you were deep into your relationship, that you had fantasized about him and fostered a schoolgirlish crush on him when you hadn’t yet been introduced. He remembered laughing at your embarrassed confession, pinching your cheeks and then kissing you through his smile… then, taking you from behind as you bent over the bathroom counter, pressing you against the mirror as he donned his hero suit, savoring your pleading moans for him to fuck you deeper, harder.

His cock twitched in his slacks, blood beginning to travel south as his interest grew for the first time in weeks. He groaned and he grit his teeth, frustrated at himself for even daring to feel desire while you laid asleep next to him, plagued by your wiped memory but sitting there looking like that. Gorgeous and untouchable.

As if his heated gaze had summoned you from your slumber, your eyes opened and you blinked at him, squinting at his silhouette in the dark of the room. Shouto recoiled even though he hadn’t been caught doing anything too suspicious; he was a good distance away from you, but still, you had caught him staring at you like a creep in the shadows.

“Sho?” you mumbled drowsily, a hand coming up to rub at your eyes. You propped your body up on your elbows, your shift stretching flush over your chest.

Shouto nearly moaned at the sight combined with the sound of your sleepy voice uttering his name. It didn't help the situation that was stirring in his pants one bit, only adding water to an oil fire. “Hey,” he replied, clearing his throat. “You fell asleep, so I brought you to bed.. Did you want to clean up before we go to sleep?”

You sighed, rolling over as you roused yourself from sleep. “Not really…,” you chuckled, and Shouto felt his chest tighten at the premise of having to get into bed with you with his problem at hand. “But I’ll be a responsible adult,” you finished, rolling out of bed and padding over to the bathroom.

He glanced over at you in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, the cat curling around his ankle and taking his attention away from you. Giving the animal a scratch underneath her chin, he tried to focus on calming himself, closing his eyes and controlling his breathing. Even though this wasn’t at all like how it had been before, it was still better than being alone. Your presence, the sound of you tidying yourself up in the nearby vicinity, took the month-long weight of loneliness off of his chest. It still stung, it still hurt— but at the very least, you were here. You were alive, and you were here with him.

It was you calling out for him that interrupted his train of thought, and when he looked toward your voice, he found you peeking around the doorframe, your hair pushed back and your face glistening with moisture from your nightly routine. “Aren’t you going to wash up, too? There’s two sinks in here, y’know,” you stated matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t know the layout of his own home.

But Shouto only smiled at you and nodded, leaving the cat and accepting your invitation for him to join you in your bedtime ritual. The situation in his pants had since relaxed, thankfully, so he didn’t have to worry as he took his place adjacent to you at the sink counter. Squeezing toothpaste onto the bristles of his toothbrush, and watching you put on your moisturizer in his peripheral, it felt almost as if nothing had changed. For the first time in a long time, he let himself forget about the horrible curveball that life had thrown at him, instead choosing to stare at you as you picked up the cat at your feet, and placed a sweet kiss on the top of its head as you cradled it in your arms.

You padded out of the bathroom first, opting to close the door behind you. After Shouto had finished his routine, he slinked out into the bedroom quietly, surprise flickering in his gaze at the pyjamas you were now dressed in— a pair of soft sleep shorts and an old t-shirt you had stolen from him years ago. He tried not to stare as you crawled into the sheets, the cat taking her perch at the foot of the bed.

The clearing of his throat caught your attention, and he licked his lip as your eyes settled on his. “Is it okay if I sleep without a shirt?” he asked, having to keep himself from smirking as your eyes widened and a flustered expression blossomed on your face. Cute.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered after a second of recalibrating, your eyes still trained on his. “The doctors said we should just live out our normal routine, so… whatever we normally do, we should do.” Sliding deeper underneath the comforter, you pretended to look busy as you fiddled with your phone.

Shouto bit his lip and wondered if telling you that your nightly routine of getting naked and passionate between the sheets would do you any good, but he decided against it, not willing to push his luck. Instead, he tore his shirt over his head and pulled down his pants, turning toward the wall so you wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. He could still feel your gaze on his flesh— he always could, for his skin prickled and the hairs on his body stood up as your eyes roved over every inch of him in appreciation. He didn’t need to see you to know that you were staring.

After he stepped into a long pair of sleep pants, he turned and pretended not to notice your obvious shuffling in a foiled attempt to not be caught looking at him. Carefully he slipped into the sheets on his side of the bed, ensuring not to wander too close to you in order to keep a respectful distance between your bodies… even though he wanted nothing more than to launch himself at you, and wrap his body around yours until neither of you could tell where one of you stopped, and the other started.

There was a long, stuffy silence as the two of you laid there, both of you unsure as to the level of affection you should be displaying at the moment. Shouto was doubtful that you’d want him to hold you like he so desperately desired, and you were hesitant to initiate anything with him laying frozen and a good distance away from you.

“Is this… how we normally sleep?” you wondered aloud, and though you were surprised that the words actually fell from your lips, you were grateful to have broken the rising tension.

Shouto left out a breath he had been holding at that, turning so that he was facing you on his side. “No,” he answered truthfully, his fingers sliding over the cool cotton that separated your bodies, wandering toward you at a snail's pace. “Usually… we like to,” he cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump that was situated there, “snuggle.”

In the quiet of the room, he could hear your lips part, a soft breath falling from between them as you processed his response. Your heart was beating faster now, body crying out for his touch, his embrace. “Can we?” you asked so softly that you hadn’t thought he’d heard you, but slowly, surely, he shuffled toward you.

You inhaled as he placed a gentle hand on your waist, pulling your body to slide across the sheets and meet him in the middle of the bed. Lifting your head so he could slip his arm beneath your neck, he brought your face into his neck, arms wrapping tight around your torso. His fingers dug into your side and the hair at the crown of your neck, curling around the tendrils as if he was scared that you would slip out of his grasp at any moment. Pressed up against his bare chest, you could hear the steady, fast thumping of his heart, and the shakiness in each breath he drew in and let out.

It sounded like he was trying not to cry.

Your hand wandered up and under his neck, your elbow angling around the back of his neck so that your fingers could trace the sinews that lined his shoulder blades. Your other arm slung around his back, and although it was just a bit of a reach, you managed to find his silky locks, combing through the ends with your fingers. Daring to push the fragile boundaries that kept you two separate, you threw your leg across his hips, trapping his legs between yours and pressing your body completely flush against his.

Shouto stopped breathing, tears threatening to spill over as he held you so delicately for the first time in what seemed like forever. Similar emotions were flowing through you as well, your body singing at the feeling of being with him, in his embrace. Your heart throbbed at the thought of leaving this man alone for an entire month, with no one to comfort him and calm his worries. No one to hold him and tell him that it was going to be okay, no one to plant kisses across his tear-streaked cheeks and help him forget his pain.

It wasn’t your fault you had been in this accident, that you had forgotten your memories from the past five years. But it wasn’t his, either. The two of you were forced to suffer in different ways, separated by your condition and worlds apart. You wished so desperately that you would just remember already— if not for your sake, then for his. Anything that would make him feel better, anything to ease the ache in his heart.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out quietly, overcome with emotion as you laid in the arms of the man you had once loved. The man you’d been learning to love again. “I’m so sorry I don’t remember you. I want to, I’m trying.” A tear dripped down your face and landed on his chest, sliding down to stain the sheets.

Shouto sucked in a shaky breath at your meager apology, rough fingers running over the back of your neck. “I know you are,” he murmured, and you could feel him swallow thickly as he tried to find the right words. “It’s not your fault, love… You can’t— you can’t blame yourself.” His voice broke at the last syllable, his arms squeezing tighter as he held onto you.

You pressed your face into the junction between his shoulder and his neck, uncaring of your tears that smeared across his skin. “Neither can you,” you sniffled, body clinging to him as best you could. “Please, Shouto, promise me you won’t.”

It was then that he let the tears he had been holding back fall, racing down his cheeks to plop onto the dampening pillow. You held him as he cried, unphased by the sudden outburst of emotion from the man who had shown you so little of himself in the past week.

“I’ll try,” he mumbled into your hair once he had calmed down a bit, lungs still rattling as he tried to suppress his emotions. “For you, I’ll try.”

You leaned back from his chest, his heart seizing up at the tear tracks on your cheeks that were illuminated by the soft moon’s glow. And then, you kissed him. It was simple and sweet, just your lips pressed to his as your thumb swiped across his cheek. But it felt like you were breathing life into him, like he had been starved of oxygen until this very moment.

Both of you gasped when you pulled away, the kiss having lasted as long as you could stand without breaking for breath. Your eyes wandered from his shining ones to his lips, shocked that you had planted such a passionate kiss there just seconds ago. It had worked, though— Shouto was breathing normally and his tears had stopped, dual-colored eyes now staring at you as if you had just given him a purpose to live. You licked your lips, not missing the way his gaze flicked down to watch the action with longing, but he did not act on it.

“We’ll get through this together,” you whispered, hand resting on his sharp jawline. There was not a hint of doubt in your voice, no hesitance nor fear. It was just a fact, simple as that. You let yourself look at his handsome face for a moment longer before you ducked and nuzzled into his chest again, taking your spot as if you had never left.

Shouto exhaled, his fingers trailing down your spine as he closed his eyes, syncing his breathing to yours. The feeling of your body wrapped around his made his bones glow with a missed sense of comfort, his heart fuller than it had been for quite some time. He welcomed sleep to take him, the exhaustion of many long and insomnia-plagued nights from the past month all piling on. Pressing his lips to your forehead as softly as he could, he closed his eyes and murmured one word, wishing with every fiber of his being for you to wake up the next morning and have just one memory of him.

“Together.”

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...soooooooo idk how this is only part 1, shit’s 11k already 💀 ahh for those of you who made it through, thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed!! there was no smut in this chapter which is so foreign to me, but i’m hoping to improve my story creation skills as part of my 2021 author resolutions... so, let me know what you think! hopefully part 2 will come to fruition soon, but it would probably come faster if i knew people were waiting for it ;) 

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heyheyhey idk if u do req but love your dad tom stuff! PLZ PLZ do tom helping his kids with homework but cant do it and reader has to help and its all fluffy 😩💕

ye im down to do req and this had me going completely ott cos its v cute (and a lot less angsty than what ive written recently aha) so apologies for my ramblings:

Summary: tom has the kids for a day and maths homework throws a spanner in the works - tomhollandxreader

implied smut + v slight reference to porn but basically just fluff I promise xox

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Tom had dealt with a lot of whining today. Nova and Leo were the absolute joys of his life, there was no doubt about it. Of course, he also loved you a hell of a lot too - sometimes to his detriment though, hence the position he was in now. 

You’d had a busy week at work and he had been away for the first half of it - leaving you as an almost single mother to a 5 and a 7 year old. So completely fairly, you’d asked if he wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a the day on Sunday, allowing you to go to a friends baby shower. There was no answer but to agree, Tom loved quality time with the kids and he wanted you to kick back and relax with you friends too. 

However the afternoon had not been nearly as idealistic as it were supposed to be in his head. You had left him only one real job (apart from the unavoidable essentials of keeping the kids alive with food and water, something you’d hope he need not be reminded about now). Really it shouldn’t of been that hard, it was just each kid had two pieces of homework. After convincing and cajoling the kids into sitting at the table which he’d already set up with Nova’s ‘Liverpool FC’ and Leo’s ‘captain marvels’ pencil case, the English was easy. 

In fact 5 year old Leo took great joy out of writing a poem with his Dad, which basically involved trying to rhyme any word with another - especially when he tried to convince Tom that all his completely fictitious words were real and worked together. A personal favourite had been ‘snakes’ and ‘palakes’ which Leo was convinced meant pancakes - arguing so vehemently Tom almost started to doubt himself on basic English. 

Thankfully though his eldest and most sensibly child eventually took him out his misery. If anyone had any control over the Holland boys, Leo and Tom - it was the Holland girls. You and Nova had both boys completely under you spell, often taking advantage of the fact too. It was only when Nova got bored of hearing Tom and Leo mock arguing, interspersed with the little boys giggles that Tom tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face at, that she swooped in.

“Stop being silly Leo, mummy told you he’s not good at school!” She looked oh so innocent, eyes immediately flicking down to continue the little short story she was happily going on with. In response  Tom scowled, knowing your highly curious and intelligent daughter had asked you (for one reason or another) why he was not so academic. Yet instead of Leo bursting out laughing, instead he just nodded and accepted it too - making Tom scowl even more. Not even Leo thought it was a joke. 

So apart from his children apparently taking pity on his simple mind, it was all going smoothly. Perhaps, due to the thankful fact your children had inherited their brains from their mother - something Tom was forever thankful for, until he was shamed for his substandard intellect in the family. Then again though, he was Spiderman. So take that. 

Until Nova brought out her maths sheet. Then the afternoon quickly descended into chaos. It was fractions, something she hadn’t quite grasped from school yet - a concept that still hurt her head somewhat. Normally though it’d be fine, she’d bring the sheet to you and the two of you used ‘ girl power’ to figure it out… you prior experience as a tutor while in uni helping you know how to break through to her. 

Unfortunately Tom didn’t share this same experience. Nor did Tom share a maths qualification… something that had evaded him completely during his schooling career. Of course, it had never been a particular issue, acting didn’t require the use of maths and algebra and Tom was in a very lucky position of being able to pay someone to manage his finances from a very young age. So no, dividing 2/3 and 3/7 didn’t come the most naturally to him. Or at all to be quite honest. 

“I CANT DO IT AND GRACE IN MY CLASS COULD!” For context, Grace was one of her school friends, who forever liked to compare herself to the young Holland - especially because she was normally ahead. Nova had gone from quiet frustration, staring at the questions with her tongue sticking out slightly, to one of pure rage - yelling at her dad with tears in her eyes. Nova was normally incredibly intuitive, she always found it difficult when she couldn’t do something. Now, with a ‘teacher’ who was more useless than her - the frustrations inevitably bubbled over. 

“Hey, we can work it out, just calm-“

“YOU CANT DO IT EITHER YOUR STUPID “ She was just young and frustrated, Tom tried not to take it personally but … it wasn’t always easy. Chiefly because this was the height of offensive statement Nova knew - this was her version of adult explicit language. 

“Nova you can’t be rude.” He used his stern voice, something Tom very rarely used with his little girl. Though he never wanted to upset her, neither did he want her to think it was ever okay to be so rude to anyone like that- no matter how crappy at maths they were. It hurt him to do so but it was necessary - life lessons about the importance of being kind needed to be learnt. And it worked… if what Tom was aiming for was his beautiful baby girl’s eyes to brim with sparkling tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly. 

Instantly Tom’s eyebrows drooped, trying to fight his natural reaction to scoop her onto his knee and reassure her everything was okay. But as you had lectured him many a time before, he had to put his foot down once in a while. So instead, the father and daughter were locked in a silence and intense eye contact, until Nova hesitantly began to speak. 

“I’m sorry Daddy.” During which, Nova shoved her chair back, making it screech against the tiled floors uglily before running off up the stairs. Tom knew she was crying a lot. Knew this was going to take a bit of fixing. 

With a sigh of his daughters name, Tom popped his head into the living to check on Leo who had already finished all his stuff. Seeing him completely zombified in front of ‘paw patrol’ on TV, Tom trudged up the stairs. He knew where she was, when Nova was upset she always hid in the corner of her wardrobe and cried in the darkness. So after steadying himself with a little internal monologue of how to approach the situation Tom walked in and sat down beside the wardrobe - knocking on the door slightly. 

“Nova… can we talk please?” All he heard was sniffing echoing from the wooden chamber until she tried to shout through the door.

“Go-go… go away daddy.” It broke his heart, the way her voice wavered, making Tom pout - gently letting his head fall against the wardrobe doors. 

“I don’t want you to be upset beautiful…. And you did apologise which I appreciate. You know why Daddy got angry right?” Her sniffles heightened before she muttered a quiet ‘yes’. “And you are sorry? Because that might’ve made me really sad too.”

“I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then that’s good and we don’t need to cry. You want a cuddle little one?” Before Tom could even properly get up the door was being pushed open by her little hands, revealing a tear stained face and big glassy eyes looking up at her Dad. Swiftly Tom scooped her up and out of the cupboard, whispering to her while she buried her face in his chest. 

“Oh come here my little bean.”

//////////////////////

When you came home late that evening, only mildly exhausted from spending the whole day gossiping with your girls, it was weirdly quiet. All the lights were out in the front room, which made you close the door gently, thinking Tom had managed to exhaust the kids - and himself in the process. With a relieved sigh at the peace you pattered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink (it had been a little concern that Tom would’ve worked the kids into a hyperactive and delerious state that kept them up long past bedtime - which ultimately you’d have to deal with). The house was remarkably silent and though it was clear from the littered toys everywhere that it had indeed been Tom alone in charge, everything seemed pretty okay. 

It was only as you were about to head upstairs to join your hubby in bed that you realised the study light was still on, streaming through the small crack in the doorframe. Assuming Tom had just neglected to turn it off, in otherwords Tom being Tom, you nudged it open with your hand. Surprisingly though, there was your husband, hunched over the desk, looking almost angrily focused - between the computer screen and a piece of paper below him. Normally you would’ve just assumed it was another script sent over or an edit Harry had sent of another screenplay they were writing together. 

But no, the blatant red flag was the screen that you could see. A screen on YouTube, of a man pointing at a whiteboard of fractions. 

So with a soft wrist you wrapped your knuckled on the side of the door, even if you had technically already entered the room. The reaction had you stifling a laugh, it was as if you’d caught him watching something *less PG* the way he jumped out his seat, closing the browser immediately. 

“Love!! I -er … didn’t know you’d got back?”

“I just did.” You smiled gently, while walking into stand behind his chair, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Soooo…. what’ca doingggg” The glee in your voice was evident, making Tom groan and shut his eyes. 

“I hate you, you know that right?” 

“No you don’t… but you were watching a primary school video on fractions, if I’m not so mistaken?” He sighed deeply, making a point of turning the paper with his scribbles over to obscure it. 

“Nova’s homework.. she couldn’t do it and neither could I, so then she basically screamed at me for being thick and udseless and then had a breakdown.” 

Now you felt guilty. This was a bit of a sore spot with Tom, he always for some reason felt inferior because of his academic ability. Which was stupid- mainly because he was the most clever and talented man you’d ever met. Just…. Just not at fraction. 

“Oh T… you could’ve just left it for me to do with her, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not the point Y/n.” He snapped a little, shrugging your arms off him and spinning in the chair so he could face you. “She’s my daughter and I should be able to help her! It’s not like it’s that hard, it’s just I’m unbelievable thick.”

“Tom stop. Look - you can do this I assure you, it’s just been a long old time ‘kay? Your rusty and that’s only natural.”

“I really don’t think I could ev-“

“Can I teach you? It’s just the method and then I promise you’ll get it.”

It took a bit of persuasion but eventually Tom agreed, letting you pull the corner chair forward to beside his desk so you could demonstrate it to him. To be fair, he really could do it- just a bit of familiarising on the ‘stick-change-flip’ method. The way the lightbulb moment literally caused his face to light up; scurrying to do the question for himself, tongue sticking out in the process; then presenting it to you proudly - well it had you melting in your seat. 

“See! That took all of 5 minutes and you got it.” You elbowed  his side by leaning forward in the chair, which instead of letting go, Tom reached and caught, before pulling you up and round. You landed with you bum perched on the edge of the mahogany desk, Tom now stood up- his legs in-between your parted thighs - your feet hooking round the back of knees. 

“It’s all down to my incredibly talented teacher.”

“No…. No I really don’t think it is” You mused with a soft voice, fingers instinctively going to the nape of his neck - twirling the little curls round your fingertips. 

“Well even so… I think I could teach you a thing or two too.” Never one to mull on anything, Tom’s tone had immediately switched to something a lot more… mischievous. 

“Not even going to ask about my day? Wheres the chat mr smooth?” He had to repress the grin at your smirk because as much as you infuriated the hell out of him - you also had this weird ability of making him feel so entranced and helpless. He relented with a sarcastic chime.

“Fine, how was your day love.”

“Good…. but I have a feeling you’re about to make it a whole lot better.”

That was all the signals he needed to lean forward, in doing so forcing you back until your back landed completely on the cool wood. His lips feathered yours, both hands pinned either side of your head.

“Oh darling… you have no idea.”

[henrycavell]

homecoming part 4

summary: Syverson has been medically discharged from the army after a suicide attempt. He’d been able to hide his deteriorating mental health for years from the men around him, but now he has to face it head on. Hopefully not alone.

word count: 1.1k

pairing: Syverson x OFC warnings: males perspective, hospitals, mentions/descriptions of self harm, the suicide attempt

authors note: as i said in the warnings, this chapter is completely in sy’s pov! it’s also kind of a flash-backy chapter and its really short. also sorry it took me forever to update. i try not to be too heavy writing this story, but sometimes when my mental health isn’t good, i don’t want to write on this story for reasons <3 but here, i’ve finally done it! but this chapter is kind of weird and very short, but i blame how ive been lately <3  also its been a month since ive updated so im sorry, i feel like ive lost some new people who wanted to be tagged, :c

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Blinding white lights, blurry circles around his vision, his lips were so chapped, they ached. Constant beeping by his ears. That was all Logan could focus on at first, but slowly, he began to feel his body. Heavy, sore, suffering.

"You're awake?"

The voice sounded like it was so far away, muffled like it was coming out from the hall or a completely different room entirely. He couldn't place who it belonged to. He barely heard it, Where was he? Logan flinched from her sudden touch like a little pulse of electricity. The touch was gentle and light, fragile and he wasn't entirely sure it was even real. He wanted to reach out to them, whoever the touch belonged to, but his body felt so weighted. As if his veins had been pumped full of cement.

Opening his eyes for another dull second, Logan saw the shadow of a person entering his vision. In his state of confusion, he looked up at the silhouette of the stranger and saw wings. A guardian angel? 

"Syverson?" 

Logan closed his eyes again and drew in a deep breath. He couldn't answer if he wanted to.

✦✦✦

His house had been how it always was. Dark and quiet. The only light inside came from between the gaps in the curtains and Logan couldn't stand it. That morning, he had stood in front of the window in his bedroom, taking tacks and pinning the black curtain to the wall, all while muttering curses under his breath. Another morning where the damned sun had forced him awake. Aika had watched him from the doorway, going on unnoticed. Even when she whined, Logan ignored her. The second his task was done, the veteran captain crawled straight back into bed.

Aika had been the only thing to get him out of the sheets that day, but maybe that was his first mistake. The dog had grown impatient and started to bite lightly at his hands and arms, whining and barking to force him to get out of bed. Logan groaned, tired of swatting her away and realizing she wasn't going anywhere. "What is it, girl?" One rough hand ran over his face, his other pushing him up off of the mattress. 

Following Aika out into the hall and down the stairs, she led him to the backdoor where she propped one paw up on the glass. Another whine as she looked up at him with sad eyes. 

"Need to go out?" Logan's face dropped, his eyes glancing at the clock on the stove. It was almost noon. "Don't look at me like that," Logan muttered under his breath, turning his attention back to Aika. He would normally always let her out around eight, when he woke force himself to get up and take a shower, make a pot of coffee. But not today. Sliding the glass door open, Aika darted out into the backyard and Logan's phone started beeping on the counter. 

Appointment reminder with Dr. Bannon 1:30 pm 

Logan scowled, setting his phone down back down on the counter-top. Just great. How could he have forgotten?

[Later that evening, after Penelope’s visit]

It had only been about two hours since his confrontation with Penelope and Logan was already downed half a dozen beers. The bottles were scattered around the bed, littered all around the floor. The room was completely darkened, Logan couldn't have even seen his hand had it been inches in front of his face. His chest felt heavy, his body felt sinking, and he almost hoped that at any moment his body would just disappear, melt away into the sheets of his bed. 

The room was lightly spinning, even the slightest move from his head sent the room crashing around him in waves. "Phone," he slurred, talking to only to himself. Letting the bottle he'd been holding drop to the floor, beer spilled from it, soaking into the carpet around his feet. Logan didn't seem to notice as he patted his chest down and then his pockets. 

The cellphone light blinded him, a searing pain shooting through his head as he closed his eyes tightly. "Fuck," he groaned, falling back onto the mattress, covering his eyes with his arm until the pain subsided. Letting out a deep sigh, Logan looked to his phone once more, noticing how badly his hands were shaking. Guilt was eating at him, gnawing at his insides as he thought about how he treated Penelope. All because he was upset over his appointment.

More medications that Logan didn't want to take. Medications that he was sure wouldn't work in the first place. None of the others had. He barely remembered sending the text, before his phone was falling out of his hand. Collapsing to the floor right by the bottle. He looked down to his hands, still not realizing he'd dropped the beer earlier. "Where'd my beer-" his face twisted and scrunched up in confusion as he pushed himself up from the bed.

He'd been on autopilot as he went downstairs to grab another one from the fridge. He barely remembered it. Now, Logan stood in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Is this what life would be for the rest of his time? Lonely, waiting for the end as he rotated pills? No, he decided. 

Logan's breath hitched in the back of his throat. The feeling of the cold razor against his skin was a relief. It was a slicing pain but it soon became numb, he didn't even feel the blood trickling down his hand, leaving a trail of droplets on the floor, out into the hall, as he returned to his room. Instead, experiencing a sensation of euphoria. Logan’s body felt light, tingling all over. He shut the door to his room behind him tightly, wanting to make sure to keep Aika out. He needed to be alone, he didn't want to start panicking, feel any sort of regret. 

Slipping down into his sheets, smearing the blood along with the blankets, Logan sucked in another breath through his teeth. Just wanted to let it all go, exhausted from feeling tired and desperate, sad. Eagerly counting down his last breaths. As far as he was concerned, he had nothing left to give this world. No family that would care, no friends that would miss him.

"Logan?" The voice cut through the thick fog in his mind, but it wasn't enough to get him to move. His breath caught in the back of his throat and suddenly, all Logan felt was a shame. “I got your message… Thought I’d come to check on you…” 

A text he couldn't remember sending. 

✦✦✦

"Logan?" That same voice from his room, from his dreams. "Logan?" It kept repeating over and over, like an alarm clock blaring in his mind. "Can you hear me? Are you awake?" The guardian angel. 

His forced his large and sleepy eyes open, his vision still blurry like before. The bed under him felt stiff and he could feel the plastic beneath the thin sheet. That same beeping was back. His eyes fluttered closed once more, again wondering where he was. 

"Am I alive?"

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 17: 2x26 Assignment: Earth

Finally finished up S2 of TOS yesterday. That was... a rough episode tbh. I’m just gonna say it: back door pilots are bad! They’re bad. If I wanted to watch that other show, I’d watch it.

Wow, they’re just really jumping right in, huh? “Here we are, on a routine mission into the past, using a time travel method that we invented nbd.”

Investigating desperate problems in the year 2020...2016.... no wait 1968.

Ooh, Spock in the transport room today. Does he have a whole extra random station there? That’s so weird; I’ve never seen that before. It’s like hidden in the corner.

Cat!! Cat!!

What a good actor. I’m still bitter that wikipedia has a whole section about the casting for “Isis the cat” that talks entirely about the human who played Isis for 2 minutes and nothing about the talented feline actor. Where did they find her? How did they teach her to act?

She has a lot of thoughts about Kirk.

I wrote down “Scully, you’ve got to see this” in my notes and I’ve already forgotten what it refers to lol. Some moment that I thought would fit well with my favorite x-files meme.

Change history, you say? Spock is intrigued. ...Admittedly, Spock is often intrigued.

“What if it turns out you’re an invading alien from the future?” Honestly...let him invade. You’re not supposed to be here anyway.

I’m pretty insulted by this. The aliens went through all this trouble to help in 1968...where are our alien helpers NOW?

The cat straight up attacked his face.

Kirk is so fond of Spock being fond of the cat.

“It’s a lovely animal. I feel myself strangely drawn to it.”

Kirk is way too confused by Seven--an allegedly human person with super-human abilities that he says come from aliens--and yet, he’s met Charlie X so??? Is this not the same?

Kirk’s got the whole crew checking in on zoom.

(I actually do like this sequence of him getting video calls from different parts of the ship.)

“Weren’t orbiting H-bombs a huge problem in 1968?” Looks at the camera like he’s on The Office. Not the subtlest bit of writing in the “social commentary” genre. I do say this with love, though. I always enjoy when they comment on contemporary problems.

“He has a totally perfect body.” Lol don’t distract these two bisexuals.

[soft meowing]

“The prisoner has escaped.” The way this is shot, it looks like he’s talking about the cat.

Hmm, I do love the decor. Very 60s. This honestly immediately feels like a different show, and a much more dated show; even when the Enterprise time travels, it tends not to time travel to... office space.

Love the little sounds the computer makes.

So is Isis supposed to be one of the fancy aliens? It’s never explained but one must assume she is.

Aw, he’s petting her paw.

So I assumed the cats sounds are real, but just dubbed. They’re not lol. Which I guess isn’t surprising: this cat makes a lot of noises! They were provided by a human voice actress.

Damn.... I want a secret bookshelf that turns around to reveal a super computer with a big screen. “Computer... play Netflix.”

That’s what Seven does in his spare time.

The computer is an AI. “Beta 5 snobbery” lol.

Where are OUR alien overlords to stop US from destroying ourselves before WE can mature into a peaceful society?

This is really masterful exposition lol. Not forced or awkward at all.

ST sure does love the snooty female computer trope.

“Get us the proper costumes.” Yes, get Spock his Requisite Hat.

Omicron IV....that’s one of the names they use in Futurama lol. Such nerds.

Another excellent Spock Hat.

I love Seven’s various IDs. Great style. I wish my driver’s license looked like those.

“Who do you think you are?” He hasn’t decided yet. That’s why he was shifting through his IDs.

Seven is not smart lol. Like, he should have figured out way faster that this lady isn’t one of the Alien Overlords. He asks her the code question, she doesn’t understand it, and he... assumes she’s just really in character? Dude, that’s what the code questions are for!!! To help you identify people! Otherwise you could just straight up ask: are you an alien?

Instead he’s like “oh, you silly alien, you’re playing with me,” and then is forced to trap her, reveal his whole mission, and ultimately ensnare her in his plan.

I want that typewriter. Voice recognition typewriter.

"My incompetence has made you aware of very secret devices." Well at least he knows.

Trained cat!

The alien overlords were killed in a random car accident. That’s ironic.

Oh look, a real rocket!

Brown pants + short sleeved shirt + tie is such a Classic 60s look.

This security guard doesn’t think it’s weird that this random dude has a cat with him? Is this part of Isis’s alien power?

Except for the part where it’s a weapon, it’s pretty cool to see all this build up to, like... launching stuff into space. Exciting.

Isis likes to be on shoulders. Just like Little Guy.

New hat for Spock. His outer wear hat, and now his fancy hat. There is something to be said for this ep, and that is Kirk and Spock in suits.

Amazing how they literally launched rockets with computers that old. Like seeing the big bank of primitive computers is totally wild. We put people on the moon that way! Amazing.

“Meow.” Lol, Isis is stressed so she’s speaking like a cat. That’s a pretty funny joke actually.

Seven is so incompetent. If he’d just let the Enterprise help, Scotty could have fixed that rocket issue in like 3 seconds.

Lol everyone’s just pulling Gary through space. Now on the Enterprise. Now in the office.

Why does this computer have a hug black screen if it only displays images on the small white circle?

"Spock and  I in custody. Main characters, doing nothing, knowing nothing, totally useless and irrelevant. I have never felt more helpless." Literally what is even the point of them today? Does Spock even have lines outside of “I like the cat”?

Isis is jealous of Roberta. Is she.. in a relationship with Seven lol?

Uhura is listening to everyone in the world. She probably has a universal translator on, but I do feel like this scene implies she just...understands all the languages.

So now the warhead is armed and heading to somewhere vague... in other words, everyone has collectively made the situation worse.

....Or this was Seven’s plan all along? To scare people into ceasing to be so careful with nuclear weaponry? As someone who knows humans better than this guy, I think this is a dumbass plan.

“That’s why so many people in my generation are kind of crazy and rebels.” Same, sweetheart.

Really this is just a story about bad communication. If Seven had told Kirk his plan upfront, Kirk would have helped him. And if Kirk weren’t so insistent on involving himself in something just because he happens to be somewhere he probably shouldn’t be, we wouldn’t have this issue either. The hubris of everyone.

Overall, just a really forced narrative imo.

Or that’s how it was supposed to be lol. The Irony of time travel. By it’s nature, everything has already worked out.

Kirk and Spock are like “You’re welcome. Peace out.”

Honestly... Isis was the only good part. Such a talented cat actor!! Or trio of cat actors, I guess. Had to do all those stunts and stuff.. .amazing. I also liked the concept of Isis. How she turned into a human later just to troll Roberta. How she’s never really explained--one must assume, an alien? Plus I pretty much never get tired of human + animal teams where the animal makes animal noises and the human just understands and answers in English.

As a stand alone sci fi concept...it was okay. Kinda dated by now. The alien tech was nifty and Roberta could have grown on me. Maybe even Seven, though he left a lot to be desire. That said, the narrative relied a lot on people getting in each other’s way for no reason, which I find very frustrating.

But as a Star Trek episode....no. The main characters were just nuisances on the side lines!! I’m not even sure what Kirk’s mission here was--to try to figure out what Seven was doing? And stop him if necessary? But he never really decided if it was or not, until the point where not trusting him would basically cause a nuclear war? I don’t know, I found it all very frustrating. The melding of the original show and the spinoff was not smooth.

If I were watching this in 1968, I’d feel very cheated. THIS was the season finale? That’s it? I don’t even get a real Star Trek episode and now I have to wait months for anything new?

And what I get after all that waiting is Spock’s Brain?? I’d be tempted to quit. If I had a tumblr in 1969 I’d be writing multi-paragraph rants about how the best show on television has completely nose-dived lol.

But then there’s The Enterprise Incident, which is one of the best episodes... I don’t know, man. It’s a conundrum. I’ve only seen maybe half of season 3 but from what I remember it’s very uneven: some of the best eps (The Enterprise Incident, For the World Is Hollow, Day of the Dove) mixed in with some of the worst (Spock’s Brain, The Paradise Syndrome), plus some that are good concepts but shoddily executed (The Way to Eden). So we’ll see what I think about it when I see it all in one piece, in air date order.

[eastertag]

@eirabach gift for @fallenfurther

Hello @fallenfurther I’m your EasterTAG author! I’m so sorry. Your lovely fluffy prompts got eaten by my angsty frame of mind, but here’s International Rescue and an Easter Egg Hunt / Gordon + Alan + Bunny headbands. Sort of. Happy Easter to your and yours, stay safe out there! <3

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Like most terrible ideas, it had seemed like a good one at the start. At least, Gordon had thought so, but then Gordon would. It was Lady Penelope’s idea, after all, and Alan’s only too aware that when she says jump, Gordon is already halfway down the cliff face.

Just a little bit of International Rescue’s celebrity clout, darlings, she’d said, and that wouldn’t have worked on Scott and it wouldn’t have worked on John and it didn’t work on Virgil, but she’d smiled as she’d asked and there Gordon had gone, head first, dragging Alan after him. 

C’mon, it’s for a good cause?

There’s a plea in his voice and a glint in his eye that leads Alan to suspect that the cause closest to Gordon’s heart isn’t, entirely, the children’s hospital fundraiser itself, but rather that this is a charitable means to an end that Alan probably doesn’t want to witness.

Celebrity clout, though. What a concept. Probably works better when people can see who you are.

“No.”

“Aw come on,” Gordon wheedles, “you owe me this.”

This is fundamentally untrue, of course, and they both know it, but this is also how all arguments between the two of them tend to go. There’s a script, a set text to follow, and the winner is the one who hangs on the longest. Alan knows his role well, and he’s not planning to deviate today.

“How, on any level, do I owe you this?”

“I took the blame for the hair dye thing?” This makes it sound like it was a mere misdemeanor, a nothing-prank, when Alan’s ears are still ringing and Virgil’s carefully coiffed locks are still six shades pinker than they ought to be. This is Gordon clutching at straws already, and Alan’s got this one in the bag.

He still has a point to prove though. “Because you did it!’

A shrug. "Semantics.”

“Ugh. Why though?” Alan knows why, of course. He’s the youngest, he’s not an idiot. 

Penelope asked and Gordon jumped, sure, but there’s a secret there – something about Alan’s closest brother that most people, heck all people that don’t share their genetics probably, don’t know. This probably looks like pride to them, like vanity. Like Gordon’s thrusting the rabbit costume at Alan because he wants Alan to be the one who’s embarrassed, like it’s something shameful to be seen cavorting about at a charity function with three foot long furry feet and a snout.

It isn’t, not at all. Alan knows that. Gordon will dress up and dance about for pretty much anybody, he doesn’t need an excuse and he definitely doesn’t need convincing. 

Thing is, though, the thing is, is that there’s an edge to Gordon around hospitals. A twitch. Something a bit paler around his brother’s only somewhat hypothetical gills. The sort of thing that might be hidden behind a furry rabbit costume but that would be happier, vastly so, behind the half a tonne of steel and plexiglass that is the waiting Pod B.

Alan knows this because he’s not an idiot, even though sometimes he thinks maybe that Gordon is.

“It wasn’t your turn,” Gordon says, purest innocence, and no, no he’s not that dumb. No one is that dumb. Are they?

"Not that.” Alan hisses. “Why this?” He lifts the stuffed rabbit’s head and gives it a little shake. Gordon huffs, shrugging his shoulders like Alan’s transformation into a giant stuffed rodent ought to be obvious. Like all those other people are right and this is just one more big joke played by the biggest joker of them all.

“It’s an Easter egg hunt. You need a bunny.”

“You need a bunny. I need to be literally anywhere else.” Then, with a narrowing of eyes, the question he already knows the answer to, the one Gordon won’t answer because hell if he’ll admit to a weakness. “Why can’t you be the bunny?”

“Because.”

Because to Gordon hell looks like pale-faced children and smells like bleach, but Penelope asked. Penelope asked and here he is regardless, and honestly? Honestly, Alan thinks Gordon deserves this one.

“Bullshit.”

Gordon’s mouth moves but nothing comes out. The script has run its course, and he’s left with only one choice. Admit it, or wear it. Alan can taste victory already, as sweet as their stash of chocolate eggs.

“Gentlemen? Are you ready?”

The head drops between them with a soft thump, landing neatly on top of the rest of the outfit before rolling away toward the door. It comes to a rest against Penelope’s feet, and she looks from it to them, one eyebrow raised in query. Her hair is topped with a set of snow white fluffy ears that nod gently as she bends down to pick the discarded head up.

“Um,” says Gordon, which is, again, pretty much par for the course lately whenever Penelope appears. It’s sort of tragic. Alan sort of pities him. Sort of.

He is not gonna be the rabbit now though, and that’s for sure.

“Boys?” She’s holding the head out now, and that eyebrow’s been joined by a little furrow right in the middle of her forehead. “The children are waiting.”

“Oh man,” says Alan, cheerful as can be as he backs away and around Penelope, “can’t leave the kids waiting huh, Gordy? Better get that head on! I’ll be out in the pod okay just give me a shout or – y’know, snuffle. Whichever. Bye!”

He bolts for it across the manicured lawns of the hospital wing with Penelope’s family name emblazoned above its entrance, and throws himself into the cockpit of Pod B moments before the stream of hover chairs and humanity appear. The grapple launchers are locked and loaded with more than enough sweet treats to feed the small army of children and their carers that are now gathering alongside him, all wide eyes and hopeful smiles. He just needs to wait for the bunny.

So he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Parents are beginning to look concerned. Small sickly children in nightwear are going a little blue around the edges of a British April and one unimpressed looking teenager appears to be scratching their initials into the pod’s right engine with an IV hook. So Alan’s celebrity grin is kinda feeling the strain by the time the Easter Bunny launches himself from the potting shed and skids to a halt in the centre of the lawn.

Penelope isn’t far behind, hands smoothing her skirts, one of her bunny ears flopping over her eye, and Alan would probably be more suspicious except he doesn’t really have time – Penelope’s speaking and Gordon’s being swarmed by tiny figures that tug at his fur and hang from his shoulders – and he ought to just fire the candies into the air, take a few selfies for twittergram and get home. He ought to, but instead, he doesn’t.

Instead, he watches his brother take the smiles and the selfies, watches Lady P guide him – half blind as he must be – across the lawn to where the more poorly and less mobile children linger. Watches as his brother swallows the dread and the fear and the bile to kneel before children swathed in wires and make each of their faces a little brighter. Watches the soft tightening of Penelope’s hand in the bunny’s coat as he shakes each ashen hand with a huge, solid paw.

Then he fires.

Brightly wrapped eggs scatter like confetti and children stream after them, shrieking with glee, their nurses and parents and problems left behind, and, in the midst of it all, he sits and watches Gordon take the credit.

Yeah, he deserves this one.

[pbandjesse]

My allergies are killing me but I have had an excellent day. I did so much and I never even left the house. 

I slept better last night. Putting on video game playthroughs has worked again. I dont know why I fight against myself when I know this works. I did have some upsetting dreams though. And woke up around 8 a little distressed. 

I didnt get up though. I just sort of laid there for an hour. James eventually came in and told me it was very cold and he didnt blame me for not getting up. But I had things to do. So I got up and tried to wear warm clothes and feel better. 

I had a bagel and played animal crossing. Then I spent some time cleaning and organizing. James said today was the day to bring our plants inside. So I helped him with that. We had one plant that may have not made it. But everything else looks good up on the very top mantal. Not sure where we will put the christmas decorations now but it still looks nice. 

Since the fire escape was now open I started figuring out how to get my bike out there to spray paint. And it worked really well actually! Like it wasnt the most comfortable time Ive had painting my bike, but it worked. The color I got is a little more pink than I was expecting. But I think it came out really nice. 

James biked in the living room. And I watched some videos while I worked on some tote bags. I got 3 sewn today but it was not quick or easy and I messed up a lot. One needs to be taken apart. But I got 2 done well and I was happy with that. 

James made himself lunch. I had nachos. Mr Will came to check the bathroom closet and he agreed with me its just from the work they are doing upstairs but I will keep an eye on it. 

James got ready to leave. And I decided I would go out. But once he left I remembered we need air in our tires. And I didnt want to deal with that. So I decided instead I would be very productive here. 

And I was! I worked on my bike. When I was in grad school when I first had this bike. I painted it green and I put this lovely lacy gold tape on it. And I had just enough to do that again! So once the paint on my bike was dry I brought it in and laid all the tape out. I have like 3 inches of the tape left but I think it looks just lovely. That did not cover the top bag though. So for there I decided to cover it in stickers. And I think it looks awesome. Once I did all that I covered the whole bike in polycrylic. I am super pleased. I did some clean up with black paint and while there is paint on the tires, I think it looks really good. Like a whole new bike. 

I looked at the totes I had finished and was like. They dont seem done. So I spent time making an embroidered edge around the whole pocket. And I am much happier with it now. I may do other colors for other pockets but I just did black for these two. Then I photographed them for the store. Very productive. 

I probably could have worked on more bags. But I think Im just going to do like two a day. Its a nice amount of work while not upsetting me. 

I wanted to bake something. So I decided to try to make meringue cookies. The recipe calls itself the forgotten cookie. Because you put it in a hot oven, turn it off, and leave it for 12 hours. Mine will be in there longer because. 12 hours will be 5 am. But I will just ask James to take them out when he wakes up. This was my first time doing this though. I read that the egg whites should be room temperature. So I separated those and then put all the dishes away. 

I thought we had chocolate chips but I couldnt find them. So instead I used a cheese grater to grate some dark chocolate. How do people do this without hurting their fingers? So I have a bunch of little blocks of chocolate I dont know what to do with? Eat them??? Unclear. 

I got those all in the oven and I really hope they come out okay. 

I had mac and cheese. And I chilled for a little while. SweetP seemed sad and his paws were cold so I brought out the heating pad and set that up for him. He was super happy. Eventually I went and joined him and read on my tablet for a while. 

I went down to go get the mail and ran into Kimberly. We chatted for a while. I volunteered to hang out with her dog Kia, or if she wanted to come hang out to feel free. It was nice to spend a little time talking to her. I helped her bring some boxes upstairs and let sweetP run around in the hall. 

When I came downstairs I found that one of the packages from my mail was my new sewing machine foot. Its a free motion foot! So I can properly draw with it and I am super excited to try more things with it but just playing with it for a while was super fun. 

Now though I am going to go take a hot bath. I am chilly. I hope that tomorrow I can make more progress on art making. And just feel nice. No guilt. And I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well everyone. 

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if I don’t want to follow the system I can leave he then takes my entire duffel dumps it onto the floor and then rebags it into victoria secret bags then moves it to the front counter so it can be rang in I thought this was a little odd but hey he was doing all the work rebagging it so whatever i’m like dude i’m going to be spending about 8k today all I want to do is come in spend some money get out without any drama what’s the problem whoevers in charge should be thrilled with a sale like this we’re spending 8k keep in mind that I told him that I would do what he wanted and it wasnt’ a big deal and the response was to the effect of stop being lippy and just listen I told him what do you want from me I just agreed with you and said I would use your bags i’m not being lippy at all I know this because I said okay dude not a problem i’ll use your bags his response was maybe if you get to buy it i’m like what are you suggesting that an 8 000 order is something you guys don’t want he’s like yeah if you buy it i’m like dude we are spending 8k today why would I bag up a bunch of stuff and spend 2 3 hours picking our your fabulous product to not buy it anyway so I had 4 credit cards one card had 2 000 one had 3500 one had 2000 and one had 1000 because I am buying for multiple people I had 4 different cards all in my name I wanted one receipt for each card not a big deal to me right wrong again he cited some policy and said if the order is more than 750 items that they aren’t allowed to ring in under 750 items on any one receipt id like to point out that that amount is higher than your employees said they could take as a cash payment I asked him to please show me that I would understand better if I could just read it he was willing to do so he brought out the policy book and to my surprise what it actually said was words to the afffect of cash payments cannot be split up or over 750 items I forget the second half my immediate reply was so what’s the big deal im using credit not cash he snatched the policy book away from me at that point and said you know what you can just listen to me or I don’t have to let you buy anything it’s up to my discretion I then called your orlando outlet and your new jersey outlet and talked to the store managers and cited your policy I was given I asked them to confirm if that was accurate and both said if it was a policy it was news to them I then asked if they would let me buy my order using 4 cards and 4 receipts the woman at orlando said oh my gosh yes we do that every single day I asked if I went to her store if I would have any trouble with this in the future and was told no then she said you can always come down here if you’re in the area and i’ll be happy to take your order after that phone call I tried again here’s the video of that attempt I said listen I have 4 credit cards your register girl said you told her she can’t ring up an order under 750 items that’s 3500 if it’s 5 items not all of my cards have that much I have done multiple receipts every time I came here heck I can even supply them to show it he tells me that because I am order so many items that I can’t have less tan 750 items per receipt so I point around to everyone else and ask what about everyone else you aren’t forcing them to spend a minimum of 750 items what about the final charge i’ll have 750 items for two tickets but the leftover isn’t going to be 750 items you’re not going to let me buy them he shrugged his shoulders to say no at this point I haven’t yelled ive been a bit snarky and sarcastic because I know he’s just giving me a hard time two people ring in our order almost every time I am up there and we were there 3 times in the last 6 months spent a bunch each time so at 730 8pm or so we are done shopping assuming that two people could ring us up ended up being a fantasy he forced one employee only to ring us up later on he comes up when its now close to 9pm and says hey you mind if we ring you up on both registers I chuckle and say no I don’t but you do you don’t want to be breaking that 750 rule do you he glared at me and then sent the employee away and walked off after blinking a few times I laugh because after telling me over and over he couldn’t do it he just got caught trying to do what should have been done to begin with a short while later after 9 I find out that everyone is standing uip front except for the one girl and another associate because none of the rest of them are allowed to help her ring us up the only two people left in the store with about 700 more items to be rang in if that’s not enough since it was a holidy all of these employees are apparently being paid overtime to stand around and wait at a bit after 10 all but two girls leave and one girl is waiting to count cash while the other girl sits and keeps ringing stuff in we apologize profusely we expected two employees to ring us up like always and timed our visit to be out around 9 if this had happened instead of having one literally stand there and watch her for 1 hour and 47 minutes after close we would have all been out on time and no overtime or extra hours spent so finally at 10 47 pm our orders are done we thank the lovely girl lauren and jasmine who got stuck staying 2 hours past close because a manager made up some random policy and had to double down when I pointed out he really needed to follow that 750 rule when he was going to toss another girl on the register if this is policy fine it doesn’t seem to be no manager at your other outlets knew what he was talking about the orlando one insisted that the only restrictions are on cash payments and verified I was paying cash or credit it’s a pretty humiliating experience to get hassled trying to buy panties and bras by someone who’s on some type of power trip the only thing I said sideways to him was that I flat out didn’t believe his policy and that credit absolutely is not the same as cash I didnt call him any names scream at him or did anything to disrupt the store beyond what you see in the videos if this is not policy i’d like an apology from that manager in person or over the phone admitting he was mistaken I would hope that the next time I go there I am not hassled but if not I guess there’s always orlando or new jersey who seem to be quite friendly I also want to give recognition to jasmine and lauren lauren is the poor soul who got stuck ringing everything in alone because of the manager’s silly rule and not allowing anyone to help because it would be in violation of the 750 item rule jasmine was the cash counter who had to wait until we were out of the store to count cash even more interesting is that I had a former employee with me helping me buy and she said she never heard of this policy either but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t added since she left she was just as confused because the manager spent over 30 minutes trying to explain and defend this when that time certainly would have been more efficiently spent doing 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pairing: sirius black x reader

request:  anon asked “Hey! Could you write a Sirius Black imagine where she’s Remus sister and they don’t know that she became an Animagus and they find out because one full moon she is with her brother alone and he started to transform so she had to run with him to Whomping Willow and when the boys came back from the detention they find Remus swooping a wolf (she) and he runs to the Forbidden Forest while Sirius take care of her and gets angry but is fluffy and mad with her? (Sorry if it’s too specific) Thank you!!”

notes: last part! :) also a bit of a time skip from part 3

warnings: swearing, injuries

word count: 1.1k!

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“shit, shit, shit!” sirius hissed, as he tried to both hurry remus down to the shrieking shack and support him. james was holding him up on the other side, muttering reassurances. “wormy! go down to the shrieking shack, get the doors open. it’s gonna be a close one, boys.” peter nodded, transforming and scurrying off, and as soon as he had gone, you appeared, a determined look on your face. sirius groaned. “y/n, go back to the castle.” you didn’t even bother replying, instead changing into your animagus form. sirius tried to look without looking interested, because while he never wanted you to be an animagus, he’d always wondered what animal you’d be. and... a wolf? remus laughed breathlessly. “of course she’s a wolf.”

you trotted along beside them, eyeing the moon which was becoming rapidly more visible worriedly. finally, you approached the shrieking shack, but remus fell out of his friends’ grasp, hunched over. you whined, pawing him gently, but when he looked up, his eyes were already black. you jumped back, whimpering as he transformed, his screams seemingly endless, until... there was silence. 

and then, it began.

remus lunged towards you, jaws snapping on thin air as you leaped out the way. sirius and james quickly transformed, and sirius jumped on the wolf, distracting him so you could get a safe distance away. however, remus shook him off within seconds, advancing to where he was curled up on the floor, drool dripping from his mouth until peter, who had been inside the shrieking shack, scurried over him, nipping his legs. remus roared, swiping at himself to get peter off, but the rat had already vanished into the grass. he looked around, before his eyes focused on you, a guttural snarl coming from his lips as he stalked forward. 

steeling yourself, you stayed still until the last second before running off, remus hot on your heels. you headed into the forest, your senses on fire as you leaped over fallen trees with ease. while remus in his wolf form was deadly, he was also pretty loud, and that accompanied with your advanced hearing made things a bit easier. you were just starting to tire when you heard a howl from outside the forest, remus’ attention being shifted immediately. he abandoned you, bounding back to the source of the noise, and you huffed, licking a graze on your hind leg from some thorns as you walked back. 

james had briefly transformed back, faking a howl to lead remus away from you. you meant too much to both sirius and your brother, and remus would never forgive himself if he hurt you. a few seconds after he had returned to his stag form, remus appeared from the forest, growling as he saw him. james started to run, but remus easily caught up, and was just about to swipe him when sirius jumped on his back, his claws sinking in. remus roared in pain as he shook sirius off, sirius whimpering as he hit a fallen log. remus ran towards him, paw raised with claws extended, until you threw yourself on top of sirius, howling as your side was torn open. 

james butted remus with his antlers to distract him, bounding off as sirius quickly transformed back into a human, bending over you. “oh, y/n, you self-sacrificing idiot. look, you gotta transform back, we’ve got to get you to sick bay.” you did so, wincing as you tried to stand up, clutching your side. “no... i’ve got to help remus...” sirius stared at you, helping you up and ripping a sleeve off his t-shirt, scrunching it up and giving it to you. “don’t be thick, y/n. you need medical help, like now. here, keep pressure on the wound.” 

with that, you stumbled up to the castle, nearly giving madam pomfrey a heart attack what with all the blood, and then? then you passed out.

your eyes fluttered open, before squeezing shut again at the bright light invading them. you attempted to bring your hand up to cover your eyes, but there was... something holding it? squinting, you looked at your left hand to see... sirius. and on your right, remus. both were asleep in their respective chairs, snoring away. at the end of the bed, there was a little table nearly overflowing with cards and sweets, and two empty chairs. you smiled, but started to cough, ripping your hand out of remus’ grip to cover your mouth. he jerked up, looking around wildly before his eyes settled on you. tears welled in his eyes, and he jumped on you, hugging you tightly. “i thought i lost you, y/n. you’ve been out for days.” you winced gratefully, shoving him off slightly. “ow, ow, ow. my side, remus, my side.” he sat up immediately. “oops?” he said, leaning over to shake sirius awake. 

“five more minutes,” he mumbled, snuggling more into the armchair. you laughed, using your free hand to whack him. “oi, wake up, black. apparently i’ve been out for days, and this is the time you choose to sleep?” immediately his eyes opened to reveal that beautiful grey that you’d been missing, and he sat up, pulling you into a (thankfully gentle) hug. “i’m so glad, you’re okay, you have no idea.” you smiled, nestling into his shoulder until remus cleared his throat pointedly. you jerked back, eyes wide, until sirius laughed. “it’s fine, i told him.” you looked at remus, anxiously awaiting his reaction. “i’m cool, seriously. just, no pda in front of me, alright?” you both nodded, you sighing in relief. “anyway, i’m going to go get pomfrey. you two... talk.” 

there was a brief silence once he left, neither of you making eye contact but at the same time refusing to let go of each other’s hand. “so...” you mumbled, but he cut you off. “i’m sorry.”

you looked up, shocked. “what?”

“i’m sorry, y/n. it’s not that i didn’t think you could do it- of course i did, you’re a total badass, i was just so scared. i... i can’t lose you. you’re everything to me.”

you squeezed his hand comfortingly. “hey, it’s okay. i overreacted a bit too, and to be fair, you might have had something to worry about.” you laughed, gesturing at your bandaged side. sirius, however, didn’t laugh. “y/n... it was so deep. there was so much blood, it was everywhere.”

you reached up to cup his face, rubbing his cheek gently. “i’m okay, sirius. we’re all okay.” he nodded, leaning into your hand, and then leaning forward. “...is it okay if i-”

“yes.”

“ugh, i said no pda!”

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Heart of a Lion

Chapter 8 Aftermath

Shinso x Reader

Rated M for Future Mature Themes (Not Explicit)

Tags: slow burn, mutual pining, secretive quirk

Summary: You never wanted to be a hero. You come from a long family of heroes, so why not just be a normal person? That’s what you hoped, until you re-connected with your old High School friend/crush.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 /

All Shinso could feel was pain and all he could taste was blood. He knew he must have had a couple of cracked ribs by now, but the adrenaline running through his veins refused to let him feel it. All he knew was the he needed to hold on.

He had hoped you understood that he needed you to get away. It was the first thing he learned in hero school and you getting hurt was the last thing he wanted. Although, his planned turned south when he realized that he was basically powerless now that he couldn’t use his quirk and his binding cloth not with him. Even still, every time he was hurled into a tree he got back up, despite his body crying for him to stop. His only hope was that you ran away and got help. Or at least, that you were safe.

“What a weak, pathetic hero.” Yuto mocked. “I thought you were a pro-hero? You’re nothing without your items. It’s just like I always said, you won’t get far with a quirk like yours.”

“I don’t care.” He managed to speak out, lying face down on the ground. “I won’t let you hurt those I care about.”

“But I will, dear hero. Once I’m done with you, I’m going to kill that little cheerleader of yours.”

Shinso clenched his fist, feeling another rush of adrenaline. “I won’t-” He forced himself to stand up but was shoved down by Yuto’s foot.

“Yes, you won’t. Because I’m going to kill you.”

He raised his foot and Shinso scrunched his eyes closed, preparing for the inevitable fall, but instead Yuto stopped. Shinso’s breath hitched because he knew Yuto heard it: a crack of a stick behind the bushes where Shinso left you.

“Oh? What do you have over here Shinso?” Yuto sneered, making his way toward where the sound came from. “Were you trying to hide your dear cheerleader?”

Shinso desperately tried to stand, a million thoughts running through his head. He needed to get to you first. He needed to save you. He needed-

All his thoughts stopped when a bright figure leaped from behind the bushes, ramming right into Yuto, sending him flying.

The sight before Shinso was so surreal, he could have believed he fell unconscious and dreamed the scene in front of him. But as he felt the heat from the fire radiating from the tail of what looked to be a seven-foot-long lioness, he knew he wasn’t dreaming.

The lioness slowly approached Yuto, letting out a low growl. He jumped to try to get away, but the lioness jumped faster, whipping him with her tail of fire, sending him straight into a tree.

“What the fuck?” Yuto groaned. “They didn’t say anything about this!” He grabbed another bottle of the strength serum and downed it just as fast as the last one. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to overpower you!”

The lioness simply stared as the villain’s muscles seemed to grow twice his size again, the muscle to body height looking ridiculous, rather than intimidating. A growl radiated through the area as the lioness shook her body, the fire now spreading from the tail making a line to her head, creating an outline of fire surrounding her face.

Both fighters, now powered up, began to bull rush each other. Lioness pounced on her hind legs when she got close enough and went in for a claw swipe, but Yuto managed to dodge and get a punch into her underbelly before she could. She recoiled and spit a small ball of fire at his legs, causing him to dodge right where she positioned her hind legs and kicked him right into the gut. He fell backwards, hardly able to stand because of his over-sized muscles.

Shinso could barely keep up with what was happening. Where did this lioness come from? Was this someone’s quirk? Were you able to get back to camp and this is the work of a pro hero?

Were you okay?

Before he thought another question, he saw a flare of fire pulse throughout the lionesses body as she dashed to pin Yuto down, and chomped down the device on his head.

“Shit,” Yuto managed out right before he used his arms and legs to thrust the lioness off him. Knowing he’s defenseless without the psychic quirk blocker, he scurried to his feet and ran off into the forest.

Lioness gave a loud roar into his direction before turning to Shinso. He froze, gazing into her golden irises, not knowing what the lioness had planned for him.

She slowly walked up to him, her fire retreating from her face into her tail as she leaned down, as if bowing before him.

Shinso managed to pull himself up to sit against a tree. “Who… are you?” He asked.

The lioness did not respond, continuing to stare into his indigo eyes.

“Are you… going to hurt me?”

She shook her head and remained bowed, but this time she used her paw to write a message in the dirt.

WE GO.

“Do you… want to take me somewhere?”

The lioness blinked and nodded her head slowly.

Shinso managed to stand up and wobbled over to her figure, carefully climbing up on her back, hoping he didn’t weigh too much for her.

The lioness stood and started to trot back to where Shinso knew was the direction of the camp. It didn’t take long for her to reach the destination with her long strides. Shinso could see spinning lights of red and orange that indicated there were ambulances, most likely a response to the villain attack.

Before they reached their destination, the lioness stopped just on the outskirts of the camp. Shinso hopped off her back and gasped as he watched her immediately fall over.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” He placed a hand on her side, only able to listen to her labored breathing as she simply stared at him with darkened eyes. He observed the fire on her tail slowly starting to fade out and a bright gold light encircled her form. He leaned back and shielded his eyes at the brightness.

Once the bright light faded, Shinso’s eyes widened as he saw your body splayed out on the floor in place of the lioness, completely naked. “What the hell…”

Realizing that he was staring too long at your less than decent form, he removed his over-shirt and placed it on you, covering the important parts, unable to hide the slight blush of embarrassment on his face.

How did it end up like this? He thought.

“Seriously Shinso? I can’t believe it! It’s official?!” You shouted in excitement.

Shinso hushed you, aware of all the curious eyes in the class room. “Yeah, but the teachers are trying to keep it on the down low, so stop blabbering!”

“I’m sorry!” You whispered. “I’m just so excited for you! This has been your dream since you were a kid and now, you’re making it into a reality!”

You looked at him, expecting at least a sly grin, but his face looked troubled. You placed a hand over his where it laid on his desk. “Hey… is something wrong? You don’t look super excited about having your lifelong dream come true.”

“It’s just…” He sighed and laid his head on his arm, mindlessly running his thumb over your hand. “I feel like I’m leaving you behind. I like hanging out with you after class, but when I transfer, I’m not sure if I will have the time.”

“Then you’ll just have to promise me.” You flipped his hand and interlocked his pinky with yours. “Promise me you’ll make time for me?”

He smiled. “I will.”

You jolted awake, groaning from the pain that shot through your worn muscles, feeling like you just ran a marathon. You observed your surroundings finding yourself in what looked to be a hospital room. Sitting up, you rubbed your head, trying to remember what happened to get you here. All you remember was calling upon your quirk so you could save…

Shinso!

You rapidly tried to move your Iv around so you could go mobile, but before you could a voice called your name. “I wouldn’t move around so much, you were pretty nocked out.”

You looked toward the door to see the coordinator, or your boss, with her hands cross. “Mrs. Saito. What… what happened?” Your voice was harsh, feeling like you haven’t drunk water in days.

“We were raided by a group of villains. They underestimated us, thinking their enhancing drugs were enough to take us on. Thankfully, our heroes have experience with this type of thing and they seriously misjudged how much they could inject before it became too much. We were able to handle it swiftly and transport the injured to the nearest hospital.”

“And… Shinso?”

She sighed and walked to the side of your bed. “He’s a bit beaten up, but he’s fine. He’s being questioned by the police in his room right now.”

The police? This is bad. You thought. If the police found out you used your quirk, strict action could be used against you AND Shinso. He could end up losing his license, as well as being fired from the agency.

“I know that look and you shouldn’t be worried. He’s calling for self-defense.”

Your eyes widened at the woman in front of you. “Can he do that?”

“He’s a hero with a good reputation, he can do anything he wants.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Plus, the situation called for it. If you didn’t use your quirk, Shinso would probably be dead right now.”

You frowned at her. “You… know?”

“Of course, I know. I always do deep background checks on everyone I hire. I know what family you come from, even though they don’t go around showing of their quirk, so I could put two-and-two together.”

You looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But you might want to talk to Shinso. He seemed pretty… upset for some reason.” Her phone ringed and she excused herself to take it. “The nurse will be here soon, you may want to ask her when it’s okay to walk around if you want to see him.”

You simply nodded at her as she left, now alone with your thoughts. You really hoped he wasn’t mad at you for hiding such a thing, but you wouldn’t blame him. He trusted you and yet you couldn’t even trust him with the knowledge of such a powerful quirk. Honestly, him not trusting you was the last of your worries. What if he never wanted to talk to you again?

No, he’s not that type of person… you hoped.

A day passed and your muscles were still sore but good enough to walk around. At least, that’s what the nurses forced you to do. You were ordered to walk a certain distance per day, so your muscles don’t lock up, but every step felt like pins prickling throughout your entire body.

You really wanted to visit Shinso. You hadn’t seen him since the villain attack and every hour you don’t see him makes you worry that he’s mad at you even more. You wanted to confirm that he hasn’t seen you because he hasn’t recovered yet, but your nervousness stopped you from seeing him yourself. You don’t know what you would do if he was actually upset.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours to help you walk again. Do you need anything else?” The nurse asked.

“No, thank you.” You responded, your voice clear now that you have had enough fluids to clear your dry throat.

“Then I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” She stated as she left you alone in your room.

You reclined yourself in your bed, closing your eyes and trying to relax. The silence of room only served to fill your anxiety. In the back of your mind you wished you never went on this trip in the first place. Then again, who knows what might have happened if you didn’t.

As you were wallowing in your thoughts, you almost didn’t catch the quiet knock at the door. “Who is it?” you questioned.

“I-it’s me.” You heard Shinso’s voice.

Your heart trembled at his presence. “Come in.” you said.

He slowly opened the door and gave you a good look. He had bandages around his arms and when he turned to close the door you could see some more around his torso. You focused on your hands, unable to look at him in his injured state.

“I heard you’re feeling better.” He stated as he sat in the guest chair beside your bed.

“Yeah. They’re making me walk. It’s basically hell in here.” You tried to joke.

You heard him give a small laugh before the room grew awkwardly quiet. You knew he was looking at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You still didn’t know what he wanted from you. An explanation? An excuse?

“Are you okay?” Shinso asked.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

Your hands clenched at his words. Of course, you couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know. I feel like everything has gone wrong.”

“Then how can we fix it?”

You turned to look at him. His face sported a look of guilt, an emotion you never wanted him to direct at you. You figured it was time you trusted him. “What do you want to know?”

He gave himself a few seconds to think. “Whatever you want to tell me.”

“Okay.” You said. “Then I’ll tell you about my quirk, and the reason I kept it a secret for so long.”

[humanteeeth]

I had to share this connection I feel now w Fiona Apple rly intensely .. Ive been a deeply in love fan since I was 13.. then I find a link to this letter in an interview I randomly find tonight. She canceled part of her tour so she could stay with her dog in her final months. This moved me. The world keeps going but I still miss you all the time girl.

“It’s 6pm on Friday,and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later. Here’s the thing. I have a dog Janet, and she’s been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult officially – and she was my child. She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face. She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders. She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight ,or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist. Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We’ve lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it’s always really been the two of us. She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head. She sat next to me when I wrote songs,and barked any time I tried to record something,and she was with me in the studio,all the time we recorded the last album. The last time I came back from tour,she was spry as ever,and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years. She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to go on the road with me, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death. Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She’s my best friend and my mother and my daughter,and my benefactor,and she’s the one who taught me what love is. I can’t come to South America. Not now. when I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big,big difference. She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore. I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals may well have a survival instinct ,but a sense of mortality and vanity,they do not. That’s why they are so much more present then most people. But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog,and instead,be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind,and in the soil,and the snow,and in me,wherever I go. I can’t leave her now,please understand. If i go away again,I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out. Maybe she’ll fool me and live for a couple more years–maybe I’ll lose my potential friends, in places I feel a longing to know. Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed. But this decision is instant. These are the choices we make, which define us. I am not the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship. I’m the woman who stays home, and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable, and comforted,and safe, and important. Many of us these days, we dread the ‘death’ of a loved one .It is the ugly truth of life, that leaves us feeling terrified and alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life,and of my love for her, in the last moments. I need to do my damnedest to be there for that. Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known. When she dies. So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I am asking for your blessing. I’ll be seeing you. Love, Fiona.”

[snow-slayer]

A Bunch of Good Things from 2019

*I don’t do things consistently, so there’s chunks of time I just forgot to write. So the blank spaces are days where I could not recall the exact good things that happened.*

January 1: Started the year off right by hanging out with @nah-young, eating some delicious leftovers from New Year’s Eve and working on a puzzle. Also caught a shiny Delibird in Pokemon Go as the first catch of the year.  2: Had a headache at work, but went home to take care of myself. Dad and I talked for a long time about money and taxes without arguing. I have also discovered a future hobby I want to get into: 3D printing. 3: I cranked out four solid hours of studying. I’m going to ace the Auditing section of the CPA exam. I feel it in my bones (especially when I finally stood up and stretched). 4: My ‘other mom’ (one of my best friend’s mom) took me out for a belated Birthday lunch to our favorite Thai food place, and I enjoyed more mango sticky rice. It’s one of my new favorite desserts. 5: Did some epic New Year cleaning. Caught up on laundry, filed away my 2018 paperwork, and did some 2019 taxes. Finally on top of things! 6: A puzzle day! I connected a big piece of the sky to the side on the Lion King puzzle. I’ve still got a lot to go, but progress is being made. 7: As usual, I both surprised and pleased the teller at the bank when I moved some money from savings into my IRA. They wanted to know if it was for tax year 2018, but I could tell them last year was maxed out and it was for 2019. 8: Got to practice my training and supervising skills with @arrowhearts.  9: Spent the night at Lucy’s (she’s a cat). She’s the sweetest cat though, and was cuddling in my lap for so long! She even held my finger with her paw for like ten minutes. I love her. 10: It’s been forever, but I finally sat down and played some video games. I’m replaying Arkham Asylum again and really just exploring every nook and cranny I can find. 11: Might have started a new Francis story line ... Whoops :) 12: Helped Jane clear an apartment and acquired many new tools and art supplies to use. 13: Snow! It was snowing before bed, but I still woke up at 5 am to about 4 - 5 inches. Activated my dad gene and started shoveling at 5:30 am (sorry neighbors to the house I was dog sitting at). It’s so pretty out! 14: A quiet day, but I did some work for Jane and gamed some more. Can’t wait to start Arkham City when I get 100% on Arkham Asylum! 15: I took my coworker a basket of fun snacks from Lotte for her Birthday. She’s so excited to try them all! 16: Donated blood today and when I went to get dinner on the way home, I got a free salad! The entree was already free and I ordered a side salad. I pulled out my wallet to pay, but the coupon covered it, too!  17: Treated myself to breakfast on the way into preschool (my new volunteer place since the teacher I followed to several elementary schools is now at). Also ate some amazing home cooked food for lunch with @nah-young before going out for ice cream. 18: Did some very early spring cleaning to prep for my next yard sale and straighten up a bit. 19: Beat the storyline and finished gathering all of Riddler’s trophies in Arkham Asylum. I do still need to finish up the additional content for 100% completion. 20: Working with Jane to help clean out an apartment again and got stencils to use for my art (the ones with shapes of different sizes). I had wanted to get me a set, so I really lucked out. 21: Started reading a book for fun. Lol, I forgot that I can still read non-accounting things for fun. 22: Sent out 1099s at work. It’s always a dreaded part of the year, but it’s taken care of! 23: I started uploading my old Franmouche stories to AO3. I forgot that I’d written 185 pages of them. At least if someone else likes my rarepair, they have lots to read. No guarantees on the quality, but there is quantity. 24: Made fun penguin cutouts for the preschool class I volunteer at. Then studied for nine hours on campus. A busy, yet productive day. 25:  Finished watching all my lectures for the next portion of the CPA exam! So much auditing knowledge!!! 26: Panic alleviated. My check engine light had been on for a few days. Usually it’s just a gas cap issue so I was worried, but after readjusting the cap again (which usually fixes it) and an oil change, the light went out! 27: Played some Pokemon Go for four hours with @arrowhearts and Lyla. No Kyogre, but at least we each got a Groudon. Plus, the weather was beautiful for this time of year. 28: I found a dollar today while sweeping the parking lots with my dad! I’m gonna be riding this wave for a week. (Fun fact: my dad and I used to go bike riding on Sunday afternoons/evenings in the local parking garages and look for pennies. We’d always get bragging rights when we found a quarter or more. We still get excited and tell each other of the day’s finds when we find a few coins while we’re sweeping). 29: Had a bit of a headache, but managed to get through it so I could finish the workday. Then I get some well deserved rest. 30: Met up with @nah-young for some fries and ice cream! 31: My annual physical went well! Took care of a couple test we’ve been putting off, too, and they weren’t quite as bad as I thought they’d be.

February

1: I had such a productive day in the office, even for a Friday. Special thanks to @arrowhearts for helping me move all (24  years worth) of our files. 2: Started off the day a little rough and feeling low, but I decided to go up to campus, and I’m so glad I did. I was able to help a bunch of people get to their destination. Also hung out with @nah-young and @arrowhearts in a sketchy room. 3: Technically today (starting at 1 am). Had a great talk with @nah-young about a lot of things including our friendship. Successfully avoided the Super Bowl (which I heard sucked, so that was a good use of my time). 4: Had a really good conversation with my dad for almost an hour. We had some fights earlier in the year, but it was nice to be able to connect some. 5: It’ll be silly to look back on, but I thought I lost a reference letter for a scholarship applicant, but realized I could find it on our shared drive. Such a relief! 6: I tried Duck Donuts for the first time today. One of our board members brought me and a coworker a half dozen each. 7: Caught a Miltank in Pokemon Go! I thought I missed my chance, but there was a special running, so I got it. 8: Just heard we got a new boss at work, so it’ll be nice to be full staffed again. 9: Started working on a painting for @arrowhearts. It might be my first completed artwork of the year. 10: A lazy day, but I flipped through a book on home decorating. You know, to plan for my future house. 11: Officially started working for Jane’s business. We’ll see how it goes, but at least it’s an extra couple of hours per week. 12: Finished a dog sitting job, and I’m super thankful to be sleeping in my own bed again. 13: I gave Lucy, the sweetest cat ever, a piggyback ride and it was the cutest thing ever. I was on my knees and forearms trying to get Lucy to boop my nose when she just climbed on my back and sat down. I rose up on my knees and hands and she did the “i’m not so sure but I’m going to stay here” stand and let me crawl across the floor a while before finally jumping off. I love this cat. 14: Took the auditing section of the CPA exam. I feel much better about this one than I have about the other two. We’ll see on the 26th. 15: Such a busy day at the office! It was productive, but just a lot of work. 16: Even though I just too the other exam, I managed to get a lot of studying done. 17: Mamaw and I got to chat and work on the puzzle for a while. It was nice to hang out with her since I haven’t done son in quite a while. 18: We had some really good food at our investment club meeting today. Sheppard’s pie (like meat and mashed potatoes), salad, this great cracker dip (I have no other details other than feels like sharp cheddar finally shredded with a hint of spice in some sort of sauce). 19: Our new executive director started today. I think I made a pretty good first impression! 20: Started playing Arkham City again. We had a snow day and even my office closed, so I made the most of my day. 21: Lol and today I finished the main storyline of Arkham City. Accidentally, because I was doing side quests, but Batman got mad when I tried to go finish some before the last mission. 24: I am obsessed with Excel, but I figured out a formula so that it would total certain categories even if they weren’t in order. Plus I learned how to make a drop down menu (on two versions of Excel). Guess who’s budget looks beautiful! 25: I caught a Latias in Pokemon Go. Not having much luck with the water legendaries. I wonder if they don’t like me because we picked the grass starter. 26: I passed the Auditing section! (and instead of keeping it quiet, I made a point to tell some people). Then @nah-young and I went to dinner to celebrate our successes of the day and just have a nice chat. 27: Good news: I starved off a migraine that was starting on Feb 26. Maybe this new method will help them from getting bad. Just took an Aleve with some hot tea. 28: Went on a Pokemon run, and I found $20 blowing across the yard when I got home! A nice find for the year.

March 1: I’ve been really getting into “Ghost Story” by Peter Straub and had so much time to just sit and read while it rained. 2: I watched “Spiderman: Enter the Spiderverse” today. An epic movie and I highly recommend it! I also have several new costume ideas... 3: Officially started working on my Library Comic Con cosplay. There’s not much to show, but it was nice to start costuming again. 4: Hiked up to the nearby bubble tea. It was good! I got a mango green tea creama. Next time I know I have to mix it up before I start drinking it. 5: 6:   7: 8: 9: 10: Started replaying Castlevania IV. It’s been a while since I beat it, so hopefully I can still finish it! 11: I have proven myself an Excel deity. Well, at least Jane thinks though. She needed a spreadsheet for something and had some ideas so I whipped it out in five minutes flat with a bunch of formulas she didn’t even know were possible. I’m quite proud of it. 12: Lol, speaking of excel, I was geeking out over my budget with one of our board members. She was showing me how she built her itinerary in excel for her next trip and I got to show off my budget. 13: 14: 15: It was fake St. Patrick’s day at work, so I got to show off my green Riddler suit. Apart from being mistaken as dressing like a leprechaun a few times, I received a bunch of compliments on it. I’ve gotten a lot of use out of that suit jacket. 16: Tagged along with @nah-young to her grandfather’s birthday party and watched Bohemian Rhapsody. Apart from the timeline inaccuracies, I really enjoyed it! Look at that: two new movies in one month. 17: First big leaf job of the season. I guess the first major landscaping job. Dad helped out, so it made life easier. 18: Investment club meeting went well, and I ended up staying late to chat and help clean up, but it was enjoyable. Also had some great tiramisu from Trader Joe’s. 19: 20: 21: It was a downpour today, but I also made a 20 minute Costco run. Parking was great, the lines were short, and I managed to balance everything without a cart. Success! 22: Finally got around to doing invoices. It’s such a weight off my chest to take care of them. 23: I had the house to myself, so got ample studying done, played some pokemon, and treated myself to some bubble tea. Got myself a bunch of good pokes from Community day. 24: Another lovely day to sit and hang out with @nah-young. I always enjoy our hour long conversations just sitting in my car in her driveway. I also finished the lectures for the BEC portion of the CPA exam. 25: I found a gift card loaded with $30 today. It had been thrown into the dumpster, so a little gross, but it washed off nicely. 26: Ran up to the local library to turn in my books (look @arrowhearts, I did it the day before they were due and didn’t have to make a midnight run). I wasn’t going to check out more books since I already had some checked out from another library visit (I go to many branches due to my job and often check out a book or two, resulting in cycles of books due at different times), but I did anyway. I started reading Area X, too, and so far, I’m really enjoying it. 27: Our family’s accountants think I’m a bit weird because I was so excited to get my tax papers back even though I owed money. I was just like “cool!” to all the facts and things on my sheets, which is apparently not what they’re used to, but one of the new tax laws works in my favor as small business income is taxed at a lower rate or something. 28:  29: 30: I love Annihilation in the Area X series! I haven’t plowed through a book that fast in years. 31: I was catching up on my business spreadsheets and it turns out I had the most profitable March since I started my business :)

April 1: No April Fools jokes, which is always a huge plus. 2: 3: 4: Took the BEC section of the exam and then clocked in a bunch of hours for the Foundation. Jubilee is almost here!!! 5: 6: The Jubilee is over!!! What a relief! A lot of things went well, and I heard it was a lot of people’s favorite. Not sure what actually happened because I was stationed at check in/out all night, but hopefully the silent auction results are good. Huge shout out to @arrowhearts and @nah-young for getting me through the night! 7:A quiet morning of returning the Jubilee to the Foundation. Plus some other landscaping. 8: I know everyone at work is saying I should take time off, and I didn’t, but I’m actually feeling blessed that I have the physical and mental stamina to keep working on things. Plus, I need to catch up with post Jubilee stuff. 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19:  Got to talking with my art dealer for a long while and we exchanged headcannons and ideas. 20: Had a nice Pokemon run with @arrowhearts‘ dog. Plus, enough work to keep me out of trouble X) 21: A very busy Easter. I moved a huge mound of mulch. It was half the size of my car. Hopefully the home owner will like it. 22: 23: 24: 25: 26: 27: 28: 29: 30: 31: I’ve been feeling behind, but I finally knocked out a really important thing at work today. Got our annual applications in!

May 1: 2: 3: My gauntlets for my comic con costume look so cool! They’re a little stabby (there’s staples on the inside, although I should be able to tape it down for safety), but overall look cool for a first draft. 4: A long day, but I feel like I was really able to help my friend and her family, which is nice considering how much they do for me. 5: The event that happened wasn’t good, but I’ve been humbled as to how well our house was kept and motivated to try and become more organized. 6:  Dad and I were chatting today, and we could even touch on topics in a civil manner. It was quite nice!  7: Just found out I passed the BEC section of the CPA exam! I’m 75% CPA!!! And no cavities were found after my dentist appointment :) 8: Frantically working on my costume, but my head piece looks really good! 9: Mom even chipped in to help. We rigged up a steampunk mask I have (which doesn’t fit on my head right) so that I can actually wear it. 10: I’ve been fasting for Ramadan and I think my body and I are finally on the same page. It was a rough start this year, but I’m looking forward to focusing on being thankful for what I have and working on self discipline. 11: Library Comic Con! My costume is a bit rough, so no final pictures, but I have plans to make it better! 12: It was a busy Sunday. Lots of lawns, but thankfully the weather was cool. 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: Had a nice meeting with my boss. I keep feeling like I’m not on top of things or she’s disappointed, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Plus, she said I did great at the finance committee meeting, so that was nice. 18: Although I scared everyone I worked with all day, I was able to donate blood even though I had been fasting.  19: I saw the tiniest inch worm while I was pulling weeds today. It was more like a quarter inch worm and it was just trying so hard to climb up my arm when I found it. I also saw the first lightening bugs of the year. As a bug type Pokemon trainer, I’m quite pleased with all of this (less so with the mosquitoes though, as I got my first bite of the season). 20: I have found a nice way to keep cool at the property Dad and I work at. I’m allowed to douse my head, neck, and hat with the hose, and man does it feel good! 21: I received many compliments at the executive committee meeting for all my hard work on the budget, the Jubilee, and finance committee. 22: Caught up on reconciliations at work (finally). It’s been just a nightmare, but I’m happy they’re done. 23: Another me day. I’ve been taking Thursdays off and got to game for a bit but also accomplish a lot of laundry and studying. 24: Had a good meeting at work to discuss the future of the nonprofit I work at. Plus I finally made a phone call I didn’t want to make. 25: Went to a foam helmet making class with a coworker. I’m super excited to start trying out this style, and I think the sample we made in class can easily be used to make a helmet for Vile. Might have purchased a few things to go with it :) 26: Found a new drink that I love from Kung Fu Tea! Also got to rewatch Coco, which is always good. 27: Part of my afternoon spent working with Jane was changing her screen saver. It was set up for one photo of pictures, but some were so fuzzy, so we set up new pictures and I got to add my fuzzball to the reel. 28: I visited one of Jane’s friends to discuss dog sitting and we had such a nice conversation afterwards. 29: I found a four leave clover today while mowing lawns. It’s been years since I’ve found one, so that was exciting. 30: I plowed through about 6 hours of studying for the FAR portion of the CPA exam. Only two more lectures and then onto multiple choice! 31: Filled out a form at work (finally). Now I just have to hope my boss will sign it and have it notarized.

June 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6: Took the (hopefully) last CPA exam. It was nice as I spoke to an elevator engineer before the exam and it helped to calm my nerves a bit.   7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: Wasn’t sure what day to put this on, but @nah-young and I hung out for hours just sitting and chatting on the cats’ back porch. 15: Successfully navigated into DC with the help of @arrowhearts (and had an interesting laugh about her being my son...? Oh well, at least we got to give the people sitting outside a show as we left the building with two rollie office chairs each). 16: Started working on my Halloween costume. I’ve abandoned the idea I originally had and will be switching to a different Mega Man X character (fun fact: it was a costume I originally intended to make before being introduced to Scaramouche back in 2017) 17: It was a scorcher, but had a slurpee for the first time in almost a year. I’m so thankful for the 7-11 within walking distance of where my dad and I work on Mondays. 18: I’ve officially passed the CPA exam! Now onto the next steps... 19: I have been struggling with telling people good news, but I did make an effort to inform some people about me passing the exam. 20: Told some more people about the CPA exam and just trying not to stress. I got celebratory milkshakes for my family after dinner. 21: My coworkers are so sweet. They brought me in a cake and we had a mini celebration. 22: 23: 24: 25: 26:Found a praying mantis while mowing. She kept standing where I wanted to mow, so I got to pick her up and put her somewhere safe (with lots of snacks for her!) 27: 28: 29: So glad I went to see Detective Pikachu with @nah-young and @arrowhearts! I really enjoyed it! 30: 31:

July 1: A new fiscal year! I did manage to get a good bit done on my latch hook. 2: A sudden thunderstorm took me off the weed pulling job early (i.e. a perfect opportunity to read). 3: It was quiet in the office. Too quiet ... yet super productive! I processed so many gifts and letters. 4: I don’t really celebrate, and spent a lot of it working, but played some pokemon in the rain. It was a warm day, so the cool rain felt so refreshing! 5: A jammed packed day with trashrooms, a bank run, and more pokemon quests! I completed another 15 and hatched a new pokemon. Plus I finished another book: Dr. Death. 6: A busy day, but I was able to finish everything so I can take the next day off completely (for once). Again, apologies to @arrowhearts  for dragging you out and getting caught in a downpour so I could get some bubble tea! 7: 8: 9: 10: Unboxed my unicycle! Not sure when I’ll ride, but it’s ready when I am. 11: 12: 13: 14: The vanity is back in my bathroom! Dad’s renovating it, and it’s been a slow process, but I finally have a sink! 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20: Spent a few hours working on cleaning the basement, and I’m finally seeing some of the fruits of my labor. 21: 22: 23: 24: Officially finished the Vile helmet! 25: Just started a new dog sitting job, and the house is right on top of a pokestop. Guess I’m going to have a full item bag again! 26: Finally got myself a memory stick for my PSP. I’m replaying the Maverick Hunter X game ... because I can! 27: Got three team rocket grunts in one day at the one stop. 28: Plowed through the Vile portion of Maverick Hunter X. Lol, I probably make it harder on myself since I only use my favorites, regardless of if they’re good against the boss. 29: Had a huge crab and shrimp dinner at Jane’s house. 30: Hung out and ate delicious homemade butter chicken with my best friend’s mom (she’s basically like my other mother). We laughed and chatted, showed off our latest projects, probably kept the neighbors up, and just had a good time until like 2 in the morning.  31: Welp, it wasn’t a raid day for armored Mewtwo, but @arrowhearts and I did defeat more Team Rocket Go grunts in the rain.

August 1: Chatted with @nah-young for a few hours and I’ve got a new place to eat on my radar! 2: I kept feeling like I was letting my boss down because I couldn’t answer her questions/didn’t understand, but she insisted I was handling myself well, and found the information she needed later. Plus, she’s very complimentary of my work and appreciates my transparency and work ethic, both of which I work hard on and value. 3: 4: 5: 6:   7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20: 21: 22: 23: 24: 25: 26: 27: 28: 29: 30: 31:

September 1: 2: 3: It’s official! We’re having a Halloween party at work. If my new schedule turns out, I’ll be at work on that day and will show off a costume. Not sure if it will be the one I’m working on, but I can always recycle an old one. 4: 5: 6:   7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: I had such a good ripstik run. @nah-young and I practiced for a good while yesterday (and she did her first trick, too!). I guess it’s nice to see the fruits of our practice since we’ve been working off and on for about a month. 16: Had the investment club meeting at my house. I didn’t get to cook everything, but I picked the recipe and it turned out well! 17: I finished “Every Tool’s a Hammer” by Adam Savage (from Mythbusters) and I really recommend it. It’s such a great book for anyone who makes or creates. It’s a fun read and chocked full of helpful hints. 18: I decided to start reading the Naruto series. I’m enjoying it so far! Now I just have to wait for the next to volumes to be available from the library. 19: I started replaying Scooby Doo and the Cyber Chase. It’s amusing, although I’m a little rough. 20: 21: 22: 23: I’d been on the fence about taking a vacation early next year because I want to save up for a down payment, but after talking to my dad, I decided I’d do a little something. I still need to work out the plans (and make sure the people I want to visit are free), but I’m looking forward to it! 24: 25: 26: There’s a chance I might be going full time at my office job, so dad encouraged me to take the day off from trash rooms. I still got up early, but knocked out a bunch of chores, finished Scooby Doo and the Cyber Chase, finished a drawing, and cleaned in the basement a bit. 27: Lol, I just realized I have three cycles of books checked out again. I started reading The Wicked Years series. I’m trying to set aside time each night so I can read a chapter or two before bed. 28: I made the pattern for my gauntlets! I’m actually trying to do it the right way and making measurements, creating an accurate template, and just generally taking my time. 29: Part 2 of the gauntlets: They’re made! My template worked and I spent a couple of hours slowly forming and shaping them. I still need some practice on the gluing component, but at least they feel sturdy. 30: Started replaying DK 64 again. I really love this game. Besides Gauntlet Legends, it’s probably my favorite N64 game we own. 31: Got rained out at work, but managed to take it easy in the afternoon and just generally keep ahead with laundry.

October 1: Today officially marks the first day of working full time at my office job. They added ten hours a week, so now I’m working 4 days at 10 hours each. It’ll take a little adjusting. I’m happy for the extra hours! 2: I sent out invoices on time for once! 3: It was my fuzzball’s 16th Birthday today! Someone also brought in some really yummy snacks to work that were leftover from a meeting. I also managed to create templates for the leg gauntlets and cut them out of  foam. I’m just rolling with the motivation now, and would like to have Vile finished by Halloween (keep reading to find out if it was finished). 4: Really just having a good time playing DK 64. Knocked out Gloomy Galleon, so all that’s left are my favorite levels! 5: 6:   7: I have leg gauntlets formed. Lol, I guess I should look up the name... All that’s left is the chest plate and cape! 8: I lucked out! My coworker can’t go to a book signing even this weekend and asked me to get her book signed since I’m going. It was the perfect opportunity to get my hands on a copy of “Where the Crawdads Sing” which I wanted to read before this weekend. 9: Making some headway on the costume again! Arm and leg gauntlets have the plating and base coat of plastidip. 10: I finished “Where the Crawdads Sing” within 48 hours of having it my possession. That’s such a huge accomplishment to read something so quickly and eagerly! 11: I was plowing through my to do list at work. I knocked out 11 items. Woo! 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20: 21: 22: 23: 24: 25: 26: 27: 28: 29: 30: My Halloween costume is finished *gasp* before Halloween! Barely, but it counts. 31: I won the most creative costume at work! Well, tied for first, but that’s cool.

November (whoops, I really forgot to write this month) 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6:   7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: 13: 14: 15: 16: 17: 18: 19: 20: 21: 22: 23: 24: 25: 26: 27: 28: 29: 30: 31:

December 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: 6:   7: 8: 9: 10: 11: 12: My coworker is back! She had been on extended leave for a while, but now she’s back. She bring such a positive and fun attitude to the workplace. 13: 14: I’m officially 25! I worked a few hours in the rain, but got a lot done (and saw Lucy, my favorite cat I cat sit). Instead of going to a steakhouse for dinner, which I’m not a fan of, we ended up going to somewhere I did enjoy. Overall, it was a nice and quiet celebration. 15: 16: 17: I finished the Naruto series today! It was a good series, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Going to take a manga break to work on a few novels I have checked out and then  decide which series to start. 18:  19: A busy day again. Knocked out two leaf clients for the year and went to see three bands perform at a local music club. I stayed out way too late, but had a great time hanging with a friend, one of the performers, and the performer’s friend. 20: 21: 22: 23: 24: Hung out with my brother and grandmother. I crushed them in several games! 25: Went to my coworkers in the afternoon and dueled for the first time in quiet a while. They wiped the floor with me, but I had fun with my deck destruction deck. 26: 27: Ended up hanging out with Jane for a while and just chatting about everything. We’re seeing eye to eye on a lot of things, so it was nice.  28: Finished my leaf jobs for the year! Time to relax. 29: 30: 31: Welp, ended up being sick and missing out on the intended New Year plans. I guess I did start the year with a migraine, so here I am ending it with one. After I rested up, I did start playing my favorite video game. Plus, I frantically read “Hey, Kiddo!” before the end of the year

Notable stuff

Highlights: Passed the CPA exam Officially hired full time

Books read: “Ghost Stories” “Every Tool’s a Hammer” “Where the Crawdads Sing” “Wicked” Naruto series “Hey, Kiddo!”

Movies watched: Spiderman: Enter the Spiderverse Mary Poppins 2 The Princess and the Frog Pokemon Lucario

[thedappleddragon]

today was pretty nice. also my dad’s birthday. I was sleeping really well nd didnt want to get up even tho my cat was pawing at me and climbing all over my room trying to get me up to feed her. I was too busy having video game dreams (I think? I gotta start writing my dreams down again). my dad got new cat food which made my cat get sick on my blanket so I took it off my bed. I didnt want to be in my room after that so for a while I sat in the kitchen but my sister was cleaning in there so instead I washed my hair really well and drew on my phone in the bathroom for way too long. I played monster tale for a bit, but most of my day was dedicated to crocheting. the possum’s body is done, I'm just waiting until I can go to Michael’s or joann’s for yarn. I need a black or dark grey yarn for the limbs, and a few assorted colors so I can make myself a sweater! since I still wanted to crochet, I started work on the matching frog to go with the other one I made. so for I’m really proud of the possum! I just keep getting better and better at making crochet stuffed animals, and I love the shape I was able to get with the muzzle. and it’s cute little nose!! I'll try to post pictures, since I;m not too tired yet. I was worried the sweater portion would turn out a little lumpy since I modified the pattern a bit, but it turned out fine lol. my dad brought home fried chicken gizzards (ew but also low-key good in small quantities. I have no idea where he got them since the only place Ive ever seen sell them was a gas station somewhere between here and Florida), a little sushi platter for my dinner, and a couple kiwis since the store is out of pomegranates. I've only every eaten fresh kiwis one other time as a kid at my neighbor’s house. I ate like 3, loved them, and then my mouth and throat went numb and tingly so I never are one since then, assuming I was allergic. but I ate one and was fine. from past experiences I was assuming it to be more sour? and a little acidic? but it was just mild and sweet and nice. it reminded me of something and I couldn't put my finger on it until I realized that the only 2 Snapples I drink are kiwi/strawberry and apple juice. ya know, like a CHILD. there’s another one in the fridge so I might eat it tomorrow and share with my dad. I was planning on making him a chocolate cake for his birthday, but he asked me to wait until later in the week when my brothers are visiting so they could have some. if I can't get more yarn before they get here I'll just use brown instead of black for the possum, I just think it would look better with a more limited color pallet.

[jaeminlore]

Library Assistant!Wonwoo

i'm back with one of the most precious boys in t world, jeon wonwoo <3

• anon wanted a troublemaker reader so here we gooo • you and mingyu are best friends and since you’re kind of outgoing and daring you tend to drag him everywhere • to the library for instance

• and even though you’re supposed to be studying what you’re really doing is drawing pictures in one of the library’s resource books

• stick figures of you and mingyu • the caption is probably something like • “skool sucks lolololol” • “kim mingyu smells” • “if ur reading this u r a loser” • you’re just a harmless troll really • bUT • this particular day when you two are hanging out in the library, mingyu suddenly slams your book closed • and you turn around to give him a piece of your mind bc what the heck mingyu who does that • until you see jeon wonwoo • aka the librarians assistant • aka the silent brooding type • aka one of the most handsome people on campus • with his oversized sweater and his large glasses that always slip off of his nose • he is really is handsome • too bad he’s so boring !!!! • ur convinced he went to some special librarian school where they sucked the fun out of him and made him into this super quiet boy who only makes an appearance when a book is being abused • you’re not here for it tbh • uNfOrtUnateLY wonwoo is mingyu’s other best friend so you two sorta kind of know each other • and he hates you so much lol • he KNOWS you are the one writing in his precious books but unless he catches you in the act he can’t technically prove it • BACK TO THE STORY • so wonwoo comes over and he’s shooting daggers at u like • “u just wrote in that book” • bc u were never one to back down from a fight you’re like • “maybe i did. maybe i didn’t. what you gonna do abt it????” • he does this semi cute huff and just frowns as he takes the book out of ur hands • “you wrote mingyu smells i know it’s you.” • cue mingyu: “i don’t smell!” • you try to tug the book back bc he can’t prove anything without it • “give me back the encyclopedia!!!!” • “lolololololololol no” • “wow i hate you” • “h8 u 2 m8” • this is basically how you two react on a daily basis • UNTIL ONE NIGHT • so mingyu had been cramming for exams and when he does this he kinda goes into Hibernating Bear Mode™ except instead of sleeping he does nothing but study • and the two of you had planned to watch neflix this particular night just to kind of distract yourselves from exams and whatever • but mingyu is nowhere to be found • and you check EVERYWHERE • you check his favorite coffee shop, the park he studies at, the gym he goes to when he’s stressed, the canteen, his dorm… you even called the 97 liners like “where tf is mingyu we have a marathon of bob’s burgers to watch” • and no one knows • but minghao gives you the best hint you can use at the moment “did you ask wonwoo?” • no way,,, there is no way u r gonna swallow ur pride and ask that … bookworm … to help u find mingyu • but thinking of wonwoo makes you think of the library, so you head on over hoping he had just fallen asleep and the security guard missed him • because at this point it’s reaching midnight and u aren’t even supposed to be out of bed,, let alone the campus library like come on • anyway the library isn’t open but you find a cracked window in the back to slide through • “mingyu!” you start whispering for your friend, hoping the security guard isn’t roaming the halls • you head over to the study second w all the tables and stuff • and lo and behold,,, mingyu isn’t there but instead it’s wonwoo • nd he’s just lazily walking thru the library w a squeaky cart, placing books back in their proper places • he’s tired, and in the dark you can see him cover his yawn with a sweater paw • ur heart does a lil somersault but like,,, u would never admit that bc you can’t find a dork attractive • esp not wonwoo, who is rumored to date books • you started that rumor but tbh you don’t doubt it • wonwoo finally catches you peaking around the corner and lets out a scream of terror bc he thought you were some kind of ancient book demon or smth • “wHaT tHe heCK!!!!!!” • you fall on the floor dYing bc his reaction was so funny • he looked like a startled deer tbh • “that was hilarious” you’re still giggling • and despite his absolute Hatred™ for you,, wonwoo finds himself blushing bc of how carefree you are in the moment • so … he gets kinda quiet and tries to become brooding again because that’s his Brand around here and there’s no way you’re going to break it with a simple giggle • at least… you aren’t going to know you did • “what do u want?” • after u sober up it gets kinda serious bc you’re still rlly worried for mingyu “is mingyu here? i can’t find him?” • “mingyu? i haven’t seen him.” • you let out a distressed sigh bc mingyu is a scatterbrain and he genuinely could’ve gotten lost around campus or smth •you sigh in distress: “he was supposed to come to my dorm a few hours ago and i can’t find him. ive looked everywhere.” • and as you speak wonwoo is suddenly,,, really disappointed,,, but he doesn’t know why,,, • “oh really? i didn’t know you two were dating…” nd he just kind of kicks himself mentally bc why wouldn’t you date mingyu honestly? • he’s handsome, he’s buff, he’s a great cook… wonwoo should’ve seen it coming tbh • but then you crinkle your nose like “dating? ew! i’d rather date you than mingyu and that’s saying something.” • even tho it was an insult and he’s slightly offended, wonwoo still felt a bit of hope blooming in his chest that for some reason just got bigger whenever you smiled at him • he also was blushing pretty dang hard but we aren’t going to talk abt that • anyway back to the topic at hand • wonwoo scratches the back of his neck and nervously suggests looking together. “we can try the kitchen if you haven’t looked there.” • “the what?” • “the kitchen. yknow, mingyu goes there every once and awhile to make food and wind down. he’s got a key and stuff so i don’t think the cooks mind him doing it.” • this is all very new information to you • but it’s the best bet so you agree. • you let wonwoo come with you because you don’t know the way • and also he’s rlly cute and kinda nice when he’s not yelling at you for an overdue book • but you would never tell him that ofc • as you both walk over there • nd it’s sort of awkward so you try to start a conversation • “isn’t the library closed? why were you stocking books?” • wonwoo smiled embarrassingly, “well i was actually just pretending to stock books. you see, there was a new shipment of books coming in and i wanted first pick of all the good ones before anyone else got to them.” • you giggle. bc,,, of course he would • “so you don’t mind breaking the rules, as long as it’s for books.” • “yeah and you always go against books which is why i can’t be associated with you.” • “well it gets boring in the library,” you whined. “can’t there be legos or coloring books to play with when students want to wind down but don’t want to read?” • “what are you, five? and why go to a library if you aren’t going to read?” • “mingyu needs someone to keep him company,” you said. “and i don’t like reading or studying so i would appreciate you taking note of that in the future.” • “right okay let me go buy a bunch of coloring books just so you can stay busy when you can literally bring one yourself.” • “that’s all i’m asking” • during your banter, you arrive at the kitchen • lo and behold mingyu is just chilling at the stove, eating some seasoned chicken • “hey guys grab a fork! i made extra!” • after you and wonwoo chide him for worrying you so much, you all sit down and eat • and • you don’t want to admit it • but it was rlly nice being able to get along with wonwoo • and he’s even cuter when he’s eating • his nose scrunches up and like you can’t help but stare at him a few times bc he’s a cutie • but he’s staring at you too so it’s all good • when the foods all eaten mingyu tells you guys to go ahead; that he’d stay behind and clean • he just ships y'all and wants one of you to make a move if we’re being honest • so wonwoo walks you back to your dorm and • you just stare at each other bc what do you do? do you ask for his number? kiss his cheek? • wonwoo answers your question by holding out his hand • fOr a haNdSHakE • but it isn’t that awkward because his hands are soft and warm • “i’ve got to go take care of some things,” he says, letting go of your hand and backing up. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” • “okay. thanks for helping me!” • “anytime.” • and that’s … that • and you’re pretty sure your crush was just fleeting and one-sided like there’s no way he’d ever like you • but • the next morning you walk into the library and on one of the tables • is a coloring book and some colored pencils • you pick it up and look around hoping to see wonwoo • you do, and he’s stocking shelves again, unable to come and talk • instead he just gives you and soft smile and mimes for you to open it you do, and his number is scribbled in • “maybe we could do something together? xxx-xxxx, let me know. wonwoo” • yep. your crush definitely isn’t one-sided.

[namariea]

Hello, Neighbor | III

Since moving in you have compiled a comprehensive list on your mysterious neighbor across the way.

Do Kyungsoo, otherwise known as Asian Bobby Flay and apparently Bruno Mars’ protégé.

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 1.4 k

Genre: Fluff

Previous: I II

You were currently facing a dilemma. 

Brows furrowed, you sat cross-legged on your bed, finger tapping your chin incessantly. In front of you was an array of color swatches, taking turns you would pick up a tone and hold it up to the room, squinting critically before moving on to the next.

The problem before you was which path you wanted to take; a nice champagne, to bring a touch of warmth and brightness to the room? Or maybe emerald to bring out the inner tree hugger you knew was in there somewhere. You always thought oxford blue looked so regal, almost black but gave just enough colour to pass off as artsy if anyone asked. However, you had a soft spot for the vibrant red currently in your hand, for no other reason than why not, it’s your house, why not paint it like a fire truck.

Decisions, decisions. At least this time you weren’t standing in a public place. You could take all the time you needed in the comfort of your own home, not having to worry about employees or wandering customers watching you struggle for hours on end.

After 20 minutes and no closer to coming to a decision, you chanced a look at the clock that hung on the wall and cursed as you realized you were going to be late for work.

Hurriedly abandoning your spot on the bed, you made quick work on getting dressed. As you were changing you continued to debate over your choices. It was becoming apparent that there was only one way you could settle this problem; you needed a second opinion. Quickly sending a picture of the swatches to your brother asking for his input, you stuffed your phone in your pocket and headed out towards the kitchen.

Filling a bowl with cat food, you shook it gently, letting the pellets rattle against the metal. Not hearing anything, specifically, no soft pads of cat feet you gave the bowl a harder shake. No response.

“Oi, tubs, food is ready.”

You were vaguely aware that you shouldn’t be fat shaming your cat, however you remembered the time a pair of cerulean eyes stared at you critically as you ordered jajangmyeon at 2 in the morning. If there was anything you knew, it was that you always gave it back as good as you got, regardless of genus or species.

Still not hearing any movement towards your spot in the kitchen you peeked your head out, looking for any sign of your furry roommate.

A shift in the corner of the living room caught your attention and what you saw was the curve of a fluffy tail flicking from behind the curtains. Strolling over to the windowsill, bowl of cat food in hand you pulled back the curtain with an exasperated sigh.

“Hey fatface, leave the pigeons alone, will you? Even if you could reach them, you wouldn’t be able to waddle fast enough to do-“

“-anything.”

Successfully pulling back the curtain, what was revealed to you was not a pigeon engaged in a staring contest with your cat. What you found instead was the model-like face of your neighbor, making some not-so-model-like faces at your cat.

Oh.

His face was scrunched up, mouth open playfully; you observed his hunched posture by his own window in order to get eye level with the feline. He immediately froze at your entrance, expression not moving except for his eyes snapping up to your own. It was almost comical, if not for the fact that you realized your window was open, as was his. It was bad enough that you fat shamed your cat on a regular basis, but now your charming neighbor had just heard your insulting words of endearment and you could do nothing but blink slowly.

Meow.

You broke eye contact and turned your gaze to the animal that was now staring up at you. Paying half a mind to the man a few feet away, not noticing how his ears were slowly turning red, you addressed the furry blob before you, face deadpan and voice loud enough to carry across to the other apartment.

“Been here a day and you’re already making moves on the neighbors? Shameless.”

A staggered laugh reached your ears and you saw him shake his head, dark tresses fluttering around his face.

“I don’t mind, she has a face that is hard to resist.”  

Ah, his voice was just as lovely normally as it was when he was singing, you noted. Smooth and resonating low you wondered if it was normal for a voice to sound that pleasant. Bringing your attention back to the man you raised an eyebrow and tutted disapprovingly.

“Careful now, she may look harmless but she is a glutton for attention and will never give you a moments peace once you give her the time of day. Expect constant calls from her from now on”

He offered a slight smile and inclined his head, staring at Mimi with amused eyes. 

“I’ll remember that, though I’d be happy to oblige”

Shrugging your shoulders you turned back from the window, having gotten Mimi’s attention with the bowl in your hand, her paw swatting at it.

“By all means be my guest, I’ll send prayers for your sanity.”

Placing the bowl on the floor in the kitchen, you checked your watch and cursed once again. Dashing to your bedroom you grabbed your bag and started stuffing your laptop and workbooks. Swinging it over your shoulder you took one step out of your bedroom before halting, an odd thought coming to you.

You did need a second opinion, and what if your brother had just as bad decision-making skills as you did, you were related after all.

Making a last minute decision, you grabbed a scrap piece of lined paper from your desk and taped the swatches to it. Swiftly walking back to the living room, looking to the apartment across you observed that your neighbor was nowhere to be seen. You remember noticing a white towel thrown over his shoulder; he was probably in the process of also getting ready before he got sidetracked and started making faces at your cat.

Paying no mind to his absence, hoping that he would somehow notice before he left, you taped the paper to the window followed by a neon yellow sticky note above it reading ‘Pick: 1,2,3 or 4’.

You did not know what possessed you to do this, you didn’t know this man, and he had absolutely no reason to answer your strange request. However after your brief banter, you were in high spirits, and judging by the exchange you had a strange feeling he would respond.

With that, you left your apartment and made your way towards the elevator, briefly think about how that was the first real conversation you had with your elusive neighbor. It was short, but nevertheless welcomed, however you had a feeling that he was not the type of person to start up spontaneous conversations with strangers, much less conversing out a window 5 floors from the ground with strangers living in the building next door.

The thought made you frown slightly, as you realized that such a conversation would probably not happen again.

But that didn’t stop the small voice at the back of your head hoping that it would.

3

So he was oxford blue kind of guy, who would have guessed.

Once you arrived home that evening, you had almost forgotten about the consultation taking place on your window. Despite the sun still hanging above the horizon and painting the city in its setting glow, his curtains were pulled closed, making the bright orange sticky note contrast against the dark fabric behind it.

You nodded pensively at the response, half-amused that he actually responded to your antics, much less taking the time to come to a verdict. The gesture made you smile as you pulled the paper and sticky note off the window, taking the selected swatch and throwing the rest in the recycling bin. You started wistfully at the red paper as it fluttered into the bin, almost sad to watch it go.

I’ll just by a red chair or something.

Tomorrow was the weekend, meaning that you would be able to go out and get the paint as well as any supplies you would need. The thought of being able to get started painting made your spirits lift significantly. You always enjoyed painting, something about it was so relaxing. 

In hindsight, that relaxation may simply be the result of overexposure to paint fumes but you waved it off, any opportunity to express your creativity was a plus for you, which was why hours later you all but dove into your sheets, eager for the new day to start.

Chapter IV

[verdigrisprowl]

Oct 19 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Monster AU - Creature from the Black Lagoon

Instead of a normal stream, we did an AU stream where everyone’s a monster. Prowl was a shadow person. A very shy shadow person.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Tarantulas changed their nickname to Tara. Kweh: ((holy *** i haven't heard this song in years Kweh changed their nickname to Bevel. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i love this song. ] Tara: (( my bother thought this song said "fajita, i can't cool down" Tara: (( **brother Bevel: ((I first heard this song on Sabrina the Teenage Witch E x s p i r a v i t: [[ accurate. ]] Bevel: ((fajita pft E x s p i r a v i t: [[ Remember, you can be any monster you like, any size, any shape, any form. ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ Blurr here is a ghostie ]] Ravage: *A sleek, black and red mechanical beast with a feline body, birds' wings, and vaguely humanoid face slinks into the room... and parks itself at the door. None shall pass. Maybe.* E x s p i r a v i t: / is going to just slide along the walls with speed, making monitors turn to static and music morph in and out for a moment. Coils up from the ground.  ghost present / E x s p i r a v i t: / With one good eye and one eye in the pits of blackness that coil out like black smoke. / Bevel: ((I am probably going werewolf for B here but it's literally a new moon Ravage: *Does that thing where cats stare at a wall wide-eyed with blown pupils for no discernable reason. GHOSTS.* E x s p i r a v i t: / just slides out of the wall and drapes over the lamp. Making it flicker / Heeeere kitty kitty. / twists head upside down and grins/ Ravage: *Hisssssss.* E x s p i r a v i t: / wiggles claws at from the lamp/ E x s p i r a v i t: [[ oh my god, my son is the hatbox ghost. A mischevious little shiit. ]] Ravage: =This song is easy. Make it harder.= E x s p i r a v i t: Oooh, that sounds a little tedious. /hangs from the lamp from his coiled legs and swings back and forth/ Tara: *tara slides in, an androgynous incubus. violet wings and tail are playfully flicking* Bevel: *a perfectly normal looking human enters, nothing to see here, ignore the wet dog smell* Tara: If it's so easy, then make it harder yourself, Ravage. Tara: That's generally what I prefer. Tara: *purrs* Ravage: *Ravage smacks a paw on the incubus' tail and the human's foot.* Ravage: =Not so fast.= E x s p i r a v i t: / stops swinging so he can watch. Might be swinging just a little / E x s p i r a v i t: / watching upside down. / Bevel: *stops short of entering the room* Hi? Ravage: =Entry fee, you see. Answer to be free. Fail and feed me.= Bevel: Oh! I have to pay? Tara: *swats at Ravage* Pay with the answer to a riddle, that is. Wing: ((omg what is this song. I love the guitar)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ bat out of hell by meatloaf ]] Ravage: *Hiss at the demon. You first, fiend, if you're so intent upon pestering him.* Tara: Let's have it, then. Bevel: *whines a little but nods, she's not very good at riddles* E x s p i r a v i t: / don't worry, bevel. He might tell you the answer if he knows it / Prowl: *the shadows she's casting shift a bit, then still.* Ravage: =A little house am I, only large enough for one. I have no doors or windows, and if they want to leave, they must break through the walls. What am I?= Prowl: *excited shifting! then still again.* Tara: *looks at claws for a while, grooming them, the flicks hand* An /egg/. Are we done here? Bevel: *Bevel feels like she should really know this for some reason... maybe if it were a box instead of a house, Ravage geez* Ravage: *Ravage huffs and lets the tail go. Fine.* Bevel: Eggs! *laughs* Bevel: *will just go to follow Tara into the room then* Tara: *tara prances off. can't embarrass this incubus as easily as you can his spidery counterpart* Ravage: =And you.= *Glance to the "human". He sneers and sucks in air, smelling that horrible wet dog stench.* =I've lived for millions of years, but am born again every month.= Bevel: *stops short and pouts at Ravage* Bevel: Rude. It is the moon. Ravage: =You would know.= Bevel: *sticks her tongue out at him* Ravage: *Peers around. Any others? No? Just the ghost and these two? All right. He'll creep away from the door.* E x s p i r a v i t: /swings on the lamp again, humming obnoxiously / Tara: *wanders over to the lamp and ghostie to say hullo* Bevel: *she'll finally make her way into the room and settle as far from the weird cat as she can* Prowl: *rides on in on bevel's shadow* Bevel: *it's a pretty good sized shadow, enjoy* E x s p i r a v i t: / twists body around like a twizler and blinks at Tara / Ravage: *Flops to the ground, crosses his front paws, and flares his wings out. Most comfortable. Though a snack would make things better.* Prowl: *it is indeed. lots of room to stretch around.* Tara: *leans on table* What's your name again, love? I /know/ I've met you somewhere before. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ lemme know when yall are ready ]] Ravage: ((ready whenevers)) Bevel: ((ready! Tara: (( o7 Tara: (( also i am admiring the demure color scheme E x s p i r a v i t: Meeee? /stretches arms out and hangs down from the lamp. Staring upside down at/ Many names, many names. /tugs head off with claws and giggles/ Tara: (( our names E x s p i r a v i t: They call me lots of names! Ravage: =Rumplestiltskin.= E x s p i r a v i t: That guy? He's a sham. Bevel: *giggles* Tara: But what do you want ME to call you, that's the thing. Tara: Oh, and that goes for you too, lovely lady in the corner ~ E x s p i r a v i t: / puts head back on and hums / Exspiravit, they say. E x s p i r a v i t: Spira works for me. Ravage: *Mutter mutter.* Make sure you like to hear it screamed. Bevel: *her?* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ just lemme know when we can start~! ] Tara: *the teeniest snicker. tara heard that and is proud. and you, yes, you* Bevel: ((i'm ready whenever Ravage: ((we're all ready whenever)) Prowl: ((ready whenever)) E x s p i r a v i t: / blinking at Tara upside down / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i actually got dinner for once so ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i am ready. ]] Tara: (( food! yes! good! let's go :3 Bevel: Everyone calls me Bev. Tara: Spira and Bev ~ A pleasure to meet you. E x s p i r a v i t: And who are you? Prowl: *meanders away from bevel's shadow and to a shady patch of floor from which the screen is visible* Tara: *trails a claw down chest* I was just /getting/ to that. The name is Tara. Bevel: Hi, Tara! It is nice to meet you. Tara: *settles into a chair near the lamp* Prowl: *from the right angle and the corner of one's eye, a personlike silhouette hovers on the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: Tara... huh. /coils onto the lamp and looks at the screen / Prowl: ((good to know that creature from the black lagoon is pro-evolution)) E x s p i r a v i t: / flicks head around and bends over the lamp, looking to said silhouette. Another ghostie? / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ yes ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ "Ive never seen like this ever before." E x s p i r a v i t: Me: A hand??? ]] Prowl: *... caught* Prowl: *disappears back down into the shadows* Ravage: *Ravage looks up and around, but is too late to see this other ghost. Hmm.* Ravage: ((MY BOY)) Prowl: ((THERE HE IS)) Ravage: ((also. y'all be appreciative of the dude in the suit plz cuz he had to hold his breath underwater for up to 4 minutes at a time)) Prowl: ((goddamn)) E x s p i r a v i t: ... /hmmms and goes back to watching screen / Tara: (( daaaang E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i would die ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ also please appreciate the creature's costuming because the make up artist never got credit for it. She was never credited, or so I read. ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ someone else was. ]] Ravage: ((she wasn't)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ * was posting about it jfc LS ]] Ravage: =I could do with a fish.= E x s p i r a v i t: To eat? Ravage: =To wear.= Ravage: =Yes, to eat.= E x s p i r a v i t: / reaches into the ceiling and fumbles around. Holds out the literal full skeleton of a fish. Very amusing / Tara: Oh, /ick/ Ravage: *Turns his nose up.* Prowl: *shifts a bit to look. hmm.* Prowl: *yep. those are bones.* E x s p i r a v i t: Kitty wants fishy fishy? /wiggling it / Ravage: =Ghost wants salt?= E x s p i r a v i t: / HISSSS / You throw salt at me and I blow out the entire room! Prowl: *sinks back to the floor.* Ravage: *Flicks his wings. Then it's settled. No fish, no salt.* E x s p i r a v i t: / tosses bones and lets them sort of float orb like into the floor / E x s p i r a v i t: / 4 u prowl / Prowl: *not fresh enough for this shadow* Prowl: ((let it be noted here for the record that the humans attacked first)) E x s p i r a v i t: / swings on lamp again./ E x s p i r a v i t: [[ it is true ]] Tara: *twirls finger around one of the ghost bits trailing off of spira. can tara curl it or make it move?* Prowl: ((... it looks like the jungle cruise boats)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ DOESNT IT 8) ]] Bevel: ((pft E x s p i r a v i t: / Tara can, yes / Prowl: ((where are the bad puns)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ that's my favorite part about that ride. ]] Ravage: =What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?= E x s p i r a v i t: / twitches a little and crawls over the lamp, looking down at Tara / Prowl: *... more excited shadow fidgets.* Tara: You're making these too contextually easy, Ravage. Ravage: =If you WANT to be eaten...= Ravage: *Forgets what he was saying and squints at the floor. He could have sworn he saw movement.* Prowl: *... goes still again.* Tara: Depending on how you mean that... *wink wonk* Bevel: *checks over her shoulder nervously before telling herself she's imagining things* E x s p i r a v i t: / is trying to find the other ghostie, though he isn't sure if it is a ghostie or not / Ravage: *Flashes those jaguar-claws-that-rip-like this at Tara. How do they think he means.* Tara: *you're just inviting him to give a little clawed rawr back, c'mon* Prowl: *shadowy silhouette slides up onto the wall again. better view of the screen up here.* Tara: *giggles* Ravage: *Grunts and gets onto his paws. Going to move to a couch away from the tailed one. Not enough room for two sets of wings.* Tara: *awww* Prowl: *new couchmate?* Ravage: *Quite possibly. Though he probably doesn't know just yet.* Bevel: *quietly to herself* noooooo Prowl: *will be a very still silhouette on the wall by the couch* Tara: *tara'll settle with toying with spira's smokey shifty parts while he watches* E x s p i r a v i t: / twists around and swings down, dangling beside Tara / E x s p i r a v i t: / trying to spy this shadow he sees flicker, but he is missing it . Hmmm / Ravage: =Wet.= E x s p i r a v i t: Is water wet? I didn't know. Ravage: =Explains your stink.= Prowl: *the shadow's better camouflaged now. easy to pretend to be the sphinx's shadow, as long as no one realizes that's not the angle where the shadow should be cast* Prowl: ((this is it. the scene that got us our fishfucker movie.)) Tara: (( dfgdfds E x s p i r a v i t: [[ yeP ]] E x s p i r a v i t: Pardon? Bevel: Is it gonna eat her? E x s p i r a v i t: Maybe. Ravage: =You. Smell.= All ghosts do. E x s p i r a v i t: / twists around by Tara and levels with them to watch the screen / I do not smell. E x s p i r a v i t: / lifts claws and makes a ouija board out of smokey bits  / Do I smell? / it flares up a NO / See? Bevel: What do ghosts smell like? Tara: *sniffs spira, shakes head, shrugs* E x s p i r a v i t: See? No smell. E x s p i r a v i t: / twists around and scans the room a few times/ Hmm... Tara: What are you /looking/ at? Ravage: =Must. Light rot. Sulfur.= E x s p i r a v i t: That's just my natural allure. Tara: Everyone keeps eyeing something, and it's not me. *huffs* E x s p i r a v i t: / blinks/ Oh... I'm planning something. /pats Tara's head and sinks into the ground. / E x s p i r a v i t: / He's going to try and scare the kitty / Bevel: Sorry, Tara E x s p i r a v i t: / which means he sort of needs to be in the general vicinity of behind Ravage / Ravage: *There's plenty of general vicinity back there.* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ furious kicking ]] Ravage: *...Do you ever get the feeling that you're being shadowed by someone? He can't smell anything, but...* Prowl: *can't relate.* E x s p i r a v i t: / good. He's going to attempt to scale the wall here/ Ravage: *Wiggles a little to get himself prepared for movement. Wiggle. Wiggle. Scrunch.* E x s p i r a v i t: / pauses for a moment. Looks around the wall. Then Ravage. Then the wall. Tilts head to the side and then upside down / Tara: *mutters something about how merpeople are overrated and demons are where it's at* E x s p i r a v i t: / That is not the right angle the shadow should be / E x s p i r a v i t: ... / SCREECHES at Ravage / Ravage: *SPRINGS off the couch with an unholy yowl and rustling feathers* Bevel: *jumps a little from across the room at the sudden screech of noise* Prowl: *watching the movie too intently to notice th— DIVES into the shadows under the couch* Ravage: *Lands in the incubus' lap* E x s p i r a v i t: AHA!! E x s p i r a v i t: /swings up over the couch and leans over it, peeking under it upside down / I knew I saw a thing! Tara: *jumps but is smothered in sphinx* Tara: *good* Prowl: *there's shadows, and then there's darker shadows. and in the middle of the darkest, two faintly glowing eyes.* E x s p i r a v i t: / amused flick of his smoke coils all over. Blinks back. / Hellooo. Ravage: *Does the rapid cat smack thing at his new seat's noggin. Bappity bappity bap. How dare you be where he lands.* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i imagined the gif. ]] E x s p i r a v i t: [[ the bapbap gif. ]] Tara: (( omg Prowl: ......... hello. E x s p i r a v i t: / excited wiggle and slides onto the ground, halfway under the couch / You can talk! Bevel: ((bwahaha Ravage: =What talks.= Tara: Owowow /stoppit/ *grabs at paws* Bevel: Talks? Prowl: ... yes. *very softly, though.* E x s p i r a v i t: I thought you were hiding. / wiggles claws/ Shy? Prowl: *scoots over to see the movie from around the ghost. can't quite see the top of the screen from under the couch.* Prowl: ... yes. *wiggles darkness back at claw.* E x s p i r a v i t: / grins and pokes this wiggle as best he can/ I'm Spira. Ravage: *Scowl. Tries to wiggle his paws free.* Tara: *still pushing at paws, tara leans over to see the shadow* Prowl: *the wiggle is very cold.* prowl. E x s p i r a v i t: Come outside. Watch the movie from different shadows. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ to be honest, I love that suit so much ]] Ravage: ((I KNOW)) Bevel: ((it's so well done like dang E x s p i r a v i t: [[ i can't wait for the sequel we all needed. ]] Prowl: *... glides up to the edge of the couch.* which shadows? E x s p i r a v i t: I can make some! Ravage: *Takes advantage of the distraction to move back to the middle of the floor. Much safer here.* E x s p i r a v i t: /quickly moves from the couch and zooms to the lamp, twisting around it and angling it to make big shadows on the walls / Prowl: all right. E x s p i r a v i t: / hangs down by Tara, letting his coil hold the lamp in place, smokey bits hovering around him/ Tara: *grabs at ravage as they go, but alas. at least now spira's back* Ravage: =...It is darker in here.= Prowl: *glides out, zipping through the half-shadows until he gets up to the deep shadows along the wall.* Tara: A wonderful host, you. How accomodating. *petpet the ghost to see how much he can dissipate the smoke* Prowl: ((gdi i'd gone all night without using a gendered pronoun on the shadow and then i slip up with a he.)) Prowl: ((yall saw nothing)) Bevel: *flinches at the sudden movement and hunches in on herself some* Prowl: *silhouette hovers curled up in one of the shadows on the wall* E x s p i r a v i t: / smoke coils around Tara's hand / E x s p i r a v i t: There. Much better, yes? /to prowl / Prowl: ... yes. E x s p i r a v i t: / grins and hangs back down , watching the movie / How sad. E x s p i r a v i t: I think he wants to eat her. Tara: *...licks the ghost smoke* E x s p i r a v i t: Why can't they let him eat? Ravage: *Ear flick. Who said that. Looks at the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: / exCUSE. poofs the smoke from the lick / Prowl: they invaded his home. E x s p i r a v i t: Very rude. When someone invades MY home, I make them leave. E x s p i r a v i t: It's very fun. Bevel: Yeah. Bevel: *maybe not the fun part but the first bit for sure* Tara: *keeps trying to lick the smoke, distract distract* E x s p i r a v i t: ... / twits a bit and looks at Tara / I have a riddle for you! Ravage: =That is MY job.= E x s p i r a v i t: *twists E x s p i r a v i t: Yes, but you don't know this riddle. Tara: Have at it, hehe. E x s p i r a v i t: / lifts claws and makes a smokey ouija board/ What blends in with the night, turns out the light, and feeds your monstrous appetite? Ravage: *There's the voice again. The beast twists to look at the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: / trying not to swing the lamp to keep the shadows steady for new friend / Tara: Oh, I know what feeds /my/ appetite, but I doubt that's the answer to this riddle. Ravage: *...Stands on his hind paws, leans over the back of the couch, and test bops the wall.* E x s p i r a v i t: Do you... give up? /8) / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ the fact that he swims so well in it, too ]] Ravage: ((especially since they couldn't see anything in the damn suit lol)) Prowl: *jolts out of the way. zips up to a dark corner.* Ravage: *!!!* E x s p i r a v i t: [ dude yeah ]] Tara: I give in - what is it? Ravage: *THERE'S SOMEONE IN HERE AND THEY DIDN'T PAY THE TOLL.* E x s p i r a v i t: / poofs the ouija board/ Me, you silly thing! Hee! /laughs and pats Tara's face with claw / E x s p i r a v i t: / would waggle eye brows, but has none. Waggles smokey eye brows / Prowl: *toward spira* is it--? oh. Ravage: *Scrambles over the back of the couch with a thud, jumps back onto his hind paws, and starts trying to catch the thing in the dark corner.* Prowl: *didn't answer the riddle in time. had a different answer anyw— !!!* Tara: *snickers and looks over* Did someone pull out the laser pointer again? E x s p i r a v i t: / uh oh. / Run, Prowl. E x s p i r a v i t: /grabs lamp and twists it to make a path of shadows / E x s p i r a v i t: / run forrest run / Prowl: *shoots along the path* Ravage: *Chase chase.* Bevel: *distracted from the movie by the chase scene in the room* E x s p i r a v i t: / swinging lamp around and trying to make as many shadows as possible to hide in / Ravage: =They did not pass the test!= Tara: At least give the shadow a chance, Ravage. What's your riddle, then? Prowl: *dives back down to the floor and hides under another couch* E x s p i r a v i t: Then play fair, kitty ! E x s p i r a v i t: Give him a riddle. Ravage: *Flops onto his side right by the couch and closes one eye, trying to see the intruder.* Ravage: =...You agree to play?= Prowl: *there's darkness, and darker darkness.* ... yes. E x s p i r a v i t: / swings down to relax by Tara again/ I hope the monster lives. I rather like him. E x s p i r a v i t: He's got a funny face. Ravage: *Tappity tappity claws. He's thinking.* Tara: I hope he does too, but as far as faces go, I quite like yours better. *claw traces ghost jaw* E x s p i r a v i t: Awww, ain't you sweet. /wiggles a little / E x s p i r a v i t: not much of a face, though. Missing half. /sticks claw under his floating red eye / E x s p i r a v i t: Nothing here. Tara: Half's plenty to land a kiss on. *quick smorch teh ghost* Ravage: =I am a solitary word, 5 letters long. Behead me once and I remain the same. Behead me again and I still do not change.= E x s p i r a v i t: / aaaAAH! bursts into smoke. Poof. / Tara: *pouts* Tara: *mumbles* Just when I thought I was getting somewhere. E x s p i r a v i t: / reforms by Bevel / Did you see that? /giddy wiggly. Pause. / ... You smell like a wet dog. Bevel: *jumps a little* So? E x s p i r a v i t: / shove face in hair and SNIFF/ Kidding. I can't smell! /poofs again and forms by Tara/ E x s p i r a v i t: Howdy. Come here often? /waggle smokey brows / E x s p i r a v i t: [[ this is the longest "on my way to steal your girl" ive ever seen ]] Bevel: *jerks away at the sudden face in her hair. and falls off the chair* E x s p i r a v i t: / cackles at Bevel / Prowl: *... shifts nervously. knew the riddles the other two got. but this one is about words.* Prowl: *... solitary word. is the word itself solitary?* Bevel: *just gonna.... stay here on the floor yep* Prowl: ... alone. Tara: Not yet, but I plan on it. *boops ghost nose* E x s p i r a v i t: Haha. I usually scare away visitors. E x s p i r a v i t: Nasty people with cameras. Ravage: *Big smile. Many sharp teeth.* =Good.= Ravage: *Backs up and nods. The toll is paid.* E x s p i r a v i t: / oh no!! / Prowl: *glides up to the edge of the couch again. at least it isn't over yet.* Ravage: *Aha. So that's what the stranger is.* Tara: *turns head* See, Ravage, all you had to do was give them a chance. You can't eat a shadow, anyhow. Prowl: *finds a shadow next to the couch to hover in* E x s p i r a v i t: Yeah. E x s p i r a v i t: Bad kitty. Ravage: *Flicks his wings at them both.* =Rules are rules.= Bevel: *laughs* E x s p i r a v i t: Break the rules! Tara: *flicks wings back at* Prowl: rules are rules. Ravage: *Growls and rests his head on his paws. Unruly pair. At least the shadow and the... whatever they are... behave well.* Ravage: *Slow blink* =Yes. Thank you.= E x s p i r a v i t: I didn't have to answe.r. E x s p i r a v i t: But, this is my house. Tara: Does anyone ever have to give /you/ a riddle, Ravage? E x s p i r a v i t: / swings down from the lamp and coils up from the ground / Tara: *can still play with ghost smoke with his tail, good* Ravage: =That is why.= Those who own a place need not earn entry to it. =Other sphinxes. Clever creatures playing games.= E x s p i r a v i t: So, when you have meetings, you have to all answer a riddle? E x s p i r a v i t: / smoke will play around the tail too / Ravage: *Nod.* =The one who asks the best riddle is honored.= E x s p i r a v i t: ... Oh,  you really have meetings? E x s p i r a v i t: What's that like? E x s p i r a v i t: Do you all have meetings with your groupings? Prowl: *... slides under couches and through half-shadows to get next to the one with the lamp where everyone is gathered. stays on the opposite side from the lamp, pressed up under the shade of the arm rest Ravage: =A diamond plate, a glowing grate, a place you never leave.= E x s p i r a v i t: / wiggles claws at shadow!/ Ravage: *Tracks the shadow and offers it a small nod for the earlier defense.* Prowl: *stretches out something spindly and vaguely hand-shaped to return the wiggle. it quickly wilts and vanishes under the lamp light.* E x s p i r a v i t: / grins. / E x s p i r a v i t: Do you have meetings, Tara? /leans over on / E x s p i r a v i t: A bunch of you heart eaters in a room? E x s p i r a v i t: What about you, wet dog? Bevel: Glowing grate? Bevel: *grumbles* Ravage: *Makes a lazy circle motion with one paw.* =Fireplace.= Bevel: Like in a house! Oh is it home? Ravage: *Nod.* Tara: *is curious, makes a hand-shaped shadow where the spindly hand was to see if anything'll happen* Hmm... We tend to steer clear of each other, heh. Bevel: *fist pump* Prowl: i leave fireplaces as fast as possible. Ravage: =Present company excepted.= E x s p i r a v i t: Prowl, do you have meetings with other shadows? Prowl: *... sinks into the offered hand-shadow.* Prowl: not on purpose. E x s p i r a v i t: Aah. Prowl: *warning: having a shadow in your shadow is cold.* E x s p i r a v i t: ... I can't leave my house. E x s p i r a v i t: / 8( / Ravage: *Rasping chuckle. He did say "a place you never leave".* Bevel: Meetings are kind of like family reunions. Or something. Everyone either knows someone else or is related to them. Tara: *hums and wiggles fingers, trying to pinch the shadow* E x s p i r a v i t: Aaah. You all have interesting lives. /coils into the air / Prowl: vampires leave their homes by taking a little of it with them. E x s p i r a v i t: I can play ticks. Can scare the visitors away. E x s p i r a v i t: But I'm tied to my person. E x s p i r a v i t: / twists in the air to hover upside down / Tara: Your person? You mean you're taken? *pout* Prowl: *curls up into the grabbing fingers* E x s p i r a v i t: Aah... /pats Tara's cheek/ Not really. Ravage: *Nods to Bevel. He knows what that's like.* E x s p i r a v i t: He doesn't see me. But he's afraid. Everywhere he moves, I move. I follow him. E x s p i r a v i t: Heplayed with a ouija board once. Opened the door. E x s p i r a v i t: But tsk tsk, foolish mortals. They never know when to burn the board! Ravage: =Eat him.= E x s p i r a v i t: Nooo... he's too fun to play with . Prowl: i follow people, too. E x s p i r a v i t: You do?! /grins/ Are they assigned? Ravage: =Why?= Tara: *makes prowl follow his hand, then* E x s p i r a v i t: [[ okay imma be real. I'm gonna switch to my other playlist to wind down. So you guys can enjoy my ugly music dsjkfs ]] Ravage: ((roger)) Tara: (( :3 i wanna hear! Prowl: no, i choose who to follow. E x s p i r a v i t: ... Lucky. Prowl: to eat their souls, a little bit at a time. E x s p i r a v i t: That sounds fun. /pout / Ravage: *Perk.* Bevel: *shudders* E x s p i r a v i t: I just get left forgotten in the house. Tara: *mutters, licks lips* All this talk of eating is making me /hungry/ Prowl: it's a living. E x s p i r a v i t: / licks Tara's cheek / E x s p i r a v i t: I tear souls from people when they make me mad. I can be playful... until I'm not. Prowl: i have to wait as it leaks out of them. Prowl: it's hard to speed it up, even when they deserve it. E x s p i r a v i t: i bet you're real good at it. Bevel: ...I only hurt people when they hurt me first. Tara: *licks spira back* Tara: I know the feeling, Prowl ~ Prowl: that's why i didn't choose you. E x s p i r a v i t: I hurt anyone who comes in the house uninvited. E x s p i r a v i t: Sometimes they break the windows. Tara: Rude. E x s p i r a v i t: Very. Ravage: =Who DID you choose? If not the... 'human'.= Ravage: *Watching the shadow curl around Tara's fingers.* Prowl: *follows the shadows up the underside of tara's arm.* what is it you feed on? E x s p i r a v i t: / sinks into the ground and slinks back up. throws skeleton fish at Ravage. For fun. / Ravage: *All these soul eaters. He prefers to stick to the meat. Souls are messy, complicated business. Too much for him.* Prowl: no one, right now. thought i'd stop in for the movie. Ravage: *Ravage ducks the fish bones and snarls* E x s p i r a v i t: / cackles and hovers by Tara and Prowl / Prowl: *buddy, have you ever seen a shadow eat a steak* E x s p i r a v i t: / do they use their shadow utensils / Tara: *purrs at the chill running up his arm* What do you think I feed on? Prowl: ... i think you must feed on souls, too. but only a small part of them. something regenerable. Bevel: *eats meat, frest as she can get it, souls sound... not very filling* E x s p i r a v i t: You all feed on such interesting things... E x s p i r a v i t: My diet seems so basic. Bevel: I eat meat. What do you eat? E x s p i r a v i t: ... Fear. E x s p i r a v i t: the more people are afraid of me, the stronger I get. E x s p i r a v i t: The anger between people.Negative emotions. They're filling. Bevel: ...Oh. Ravage: *Growls again.* =I protected your home and you fed from me?= Tara: Each to their own, yes. Personally I find pleasure in consuming lust. A much richer flavor than fear. E x s p i r a v i t: ... A little snack /smile innocently / Bevel: How do you eat fear? Prowl: slowly, then all at once. E x s p i r a v i t: Exactly. Ravage: *Bares fangs and sits up straight, no longer comfortable in this place. Tucks his serpent's tail around himself and pulls his wings close.* E x s p i r a v i t: Oh, don't be such a spoil sport! / poofs his head into his claws and twists it with a grin/ Turn that frown upside down! Ravage: *Swipes at the head* E x s p i r a v i t: / poofs head back and pouts / E x s p i r a v i t: I've never had so many visitors without scaring most of them. E x s p i r a v i t: I'm new to company. Bevel: It just seems... um, *holds her hands up and tries to make a ball before "exploding them outward* is it heat or microwaves or something? Or is it like a pheromone? Tara: *is still playing with his own shadow. where does the chill reside now?* E x s p i r a v i t: ... Eh? Ravage: ((I LOVE THIS SONG)) E x s p i r a v i t: [[ same ]] Bevel: *fear is pheremones to her but maybe other creatures eat something different* E x s p i r a v i t: Fear? To me it's... it's like an energy Bevel: ((*WHEEZES* I LOVE THIS SONG AND HATE IT AND I LOVE IT E x s p i r a v i t: Negative energy makes me feel better. E x s p i r a v i t: But, I'm also rather mischevious in my own ways. E x s p i r a v i t: [[ yEP ]] Prowl: *finished moving up the arm. moving down the side of his ribcage by now, slowly* Prowl: it is like heat, yes. it radiates off them. you must be close to absorb it before they pull it back in. Tara: *probably looks like he's just petting himself by now, then. hee, it tickles* E x s p i r a v i t: / twists self back up and settles on top of the lamp / E x s p i r a v i t: / just draped over it. Droopy. / Ravage: *Watching that ghost. You stay over there.* E x s p i r a v i t: / glances at Ravage. Might just scare u / E x s p i r a v i t: / droops anyway / Bevel: *side-eyes the shadow some before nodding* That kinda makes sense being energy. E x s p i r a v i t: / flicking his shadowy coils to and fro / E x s p i r a v i t: *smokey E x s p i r a v i t: [[ excuse i am fire and brimstone, not shadow ]] Tara: *is that a sad droop or a comfy droop? tara's checking by leaning over to lick at the smoke again* E x s p i r a v i t: / smoke is going to swipe up that lick like a counter lick / E x s p i r a v i t: / it is an in between droop / Tara: *smiles and purrs. good. this is turning out to be a lovely evening* E x s p i r a v i t: Halloween is soon. That means so many broken windows. E x s p i r a v i t: / side glances at Ravage./ E x s p i r a v i t: / is waiting to scare / Bevel: *gets up finally* I have to go now. Ravage: =So soon.= E x s p i r a v i t: Well, come by and visit again. I'll ask the human to install a doggy door. E x s p i r a v i t: / smug upside down grin / Prowl: *is gradually slinking down tara's side* where is the human tonight? Bevel: I have to be home. *sticks her tongue out at Spira before leaving* E x s p i r a v i t: / mimics this / Eh? Oh... he went out for something. E x s p i r a v i t: / props chin in claw/ He's not very fond of me. Ravage: =I will eat him.= E x s p i r a v i t: / sulking/ He keeps me locked in the house and everything. E x s p i r a v i t: Eh? But, he's my main food source. Ravage: =I know.= Tara: Someone's feeling catty, hmm E x s p i r a v i t: ... /disappears into a poof / E x s p i r a v i t: / reappears and just breaks the light. Welcome to dark / Tara: *tara's eyes glow tho! just a teeny bit* Ravage: *Got them glowing eyes.* Prowl: *has glowy-but-the-least-glowy lights in the room* Tara: *all the glowy* E x s p i r a v i t: / sliding around. Okaaay. Coils up from the ground and jups at Ravage with a screech/ Ravage: *Whips around and snaps at the air* Ravage: *Was expecting that.* E x s p i r a v i t: / AH! yanks down and swats at / E x s p i r a v i t: / will do it. Will pull the tail./ Tara: Please take care not to harm the corporeals in here!!! *ducks down* Prowl: *... takes the opportunity to slink freely around the room for a moment, before settling on the couch next to tara--more heavily and solidly, now.* Ravage: *Flaps into the air. He can take a hint.* E x s p i r a v i t: Don't threaten my food source. Ravage: =You betrayed me first.= E x s p i r a v i t: Ah ah ah. I never said I WASNT going to eat your fear. Ravage: =I leave for places my services are appreciated. Pray your human does not find me.= E x s p i r a v i t: He's not going to actively look for any of you. Ravage: *Snarls and zips out of the room* E x s p i r a v i t: Awww. Kitty got his tongue tied. HAHAHA! E x s p i r a v i t: Or is it fur fluffed? What's the phrase these days? I'm a hundred and tired. Tara: I miss you already, Ravage. *waves but it doesn't matter in the dark orz* E x s p i r a v i t: / pats Tara's head and Prowl's shoulder maybe / E x s p i r a v i t: / or prowl's face . what is this / E x s p i r a v i t: / pat / Tara: *arm comes down near where tara can feel the shadow* I'd love to stay and get acquainted, but... Tara: *hee, nudges horns up into spira's touch* E x s p i r a v i t: / pat pat / Prowl: *shadow is a proper person at the moment. touches the arm.* you're leaving? E x s p i r a v i t: I should be getting back to my usual mischief as well... E x s p i r a v i t: I haven't littered the kitchen with dishes in a while. Tara: I ought to go, yes. I haven't had dinner yet. You're more than welcome to come along, though. E x s p i r a v i t: ... / little pout / Tara: *can't see it, gotta pout louder, spira* E x s p i r a v i t: / LOUD SAD SIGH / E x s p i r a v i t: / BREAKS A SCREEN / E x s p i r a v i t: / SUCH POUT / Tara: I'd invite you along too, but you /know/ you can't, dear. E x s p i r a v i t: He surrounded the place with salt. E x s p i r a v i t: I can't go outside. Prowl: ... i rarely get to taste other cuisines. E x s p i r a v i t: / hUFF / Tara: I'll fix you up something lovely, then. But we ought to be leaving, it'd be rude to tease Spira with details to a dinner he can't attend... E x s p i r a v i t: .. /just breaks something else and crawls up the ceiling and into the corner.on the ceiling. where he pouts. endlessly. / Prowl: mm. E x s p i r a v i t: / will be here when dodge gets home. / E x s p i r a v i t: / i can't believe my human boyfriend doesn't let his ghost bae leave the house / E x s p i r a v i t: / he is pouting upside down, for fun imagery / Tara: *takes prowl's shadowy arm and makes for the door* Prowl: *follows* Tara: *just don't step on the tail, pls* E x s p i r a v i t: / will throw something at the tail. B( / Tara: *rude* E x s p i r a v i t: / u cant tease me and then bail. U RUDE FIRST / Tara: *he'll come back and have ghost makeouts with you another time, shh* Tara: *he's hungry and you're not alive anymore* Prowl: *it hit prowl. ;;* E x s p i r a v i t: /oh. Sorry Prowl/ E x s p i r a v i t: / quick pat spot it hit / E x s p i r a v i t: / then back to pouting. / Prowl: *thanks.* E x s p i r a v i t: / prowl is a good. / E x s p i r a v i t: / he likes prowl / Tara: ...How about I kick the salt on the way out, hmm? Tara: Blow a bit of it away. E x s p i r a v i t: Oh, go ahead. E x s p i r a v i t: I need to wait for him anyway. He said he's buying a new ouija board so we can talk. /this is a lie. / Tara: If you insist... E x s p i r a v i t: ... but you could. E x s p i r a v i t: maybe break just part of the ring. E x s p i r a v i t: if it's broken, I can work on the rest. Tara: *winks* Done deal. Tara: *is outie* Prowl: *follows in tara's shadow*