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baratiddyappreciator · 1 year ago

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Hii! I heard you take requests? How about some childhood headcanons? Like what were these guys like when they were small… :0

Oh I am so glad someone asked this one because I've been having ideas bouncing around but haven't actually thought of making a post of my own. (Throwing in a bonus Natsue and Tokugawa because why not?)

Baki:

He was a trouble-maker through and through. He didn't pay attention whenever he did attend school, and he'd always pick fights with any kids bigger or stronger than him so he could improve and get stronger, like his father.

Emi probably got a lot of phone calls from the schools to come get her rowdy ass child because he was being a menace. He wouldn't bully kids, but he would bully the bullies, and while a lot of the younger kids admired him because he'd get the bullies off their backs, they also feared him.

Baki has chilled out a lot since he first fought his father and joined the underground arena, bro used to be a fireball.

Kozue:

She was an angel, a quiet child, but an angel. She was sweet and helping her teachers with any tasks that they were doing. This girl cleaned the chalkboards, helped tidy up the class, and would even collect test papers and set them on the teachers desk, all without even being asked to.

Sweet to even the other kids, she wouldn't get picked on because most of the older kids thought she was just too adorable, and any attempts from younger students to pick on Kozue were very quickly thwarted by older kids, and once even Baki, though that was completely unintentional.

Despite her hard-working personality, sometimes Kozue would finish up early enough to just sit and doodle on her work instead of doing other things. The margins of her notebooks would be full of little flowers, butterflies and cats.

Hanayama:

Quiet. Very quiet. He didn't really have a lot of friends as a kid, he was just big and quiet and other kids were too scared of him to really bother him. He spent a lot of time with his mom instead of his dad, though considering his dad passed pretty early on in his life, that wasn't really something he did willingly.

He didn't talk to a lot of kids, instead, he found himself mostly hanging around adults, so he's got a very old man way of speaking compared to other people his age, but sometimes he slips into a more expected tone.

It wasn't until he was about thirteen that he really started getting a cocky attitude, and by that point it was just puberty, which, obviously, hit him like a fuckin bus.

Katsumi:

Before he was adopted by Doppo and Natsue, he was a pretty careless kid, but seeing his own biological father get mauled by a lion did a number on him. He used to have nightmares about it, but after a few years of therapy and care from Doppo and Natsue, he came to terms with it.

Given the chance, with the proper financial support and some of the best out there, Katsumi absolutely flourished. Doppo was teaching him Karate, sure, but he also had tutors to help him get some of the best grades in class.

He started slacking off when he was about sixteen, but he still did fairly good. He was a major spoiled brat when he was in his mid teens, though he did still at least treat his mother well.

Jack:

He was always a really quiet kid, even before he was put back into his mom's custody, and he just kept getting quieter as he got older. Part of that is due to Diane's poor parenting, but another part of that is just his own personality.

Man was an absolute menace, he would crack back at anyone if they annoyed him enough, teachers, other students, anyone. He's quick with his words, though he doesn't always use them.

He's really good with younger kids, purely because he'd be running around just as much as them when he was younger in an attempt to get his stamina and strength up. He quickly became that cool older kid that would lay the younger kids climb all over him.

Kosho:

He was very similar to Kozue as a child, surprisingly enough, very quiet, but super sweet towards his teachers. Unlike Kozue though, the only thing protecting him from bullies was Kureha, and if Kureha wasn't there, he was free game.

By the time Kureha was going into high school, Kosho was left alone by bullies, because good lord he had this feral look in his eyes and nobody was about to mess with that.

He'd lose his homework a lot, not when it was time to turn it in, but right when it was handed to him. It would go into his bag, and then it would just vanish. He'd always find it in time to fill it out and hand it in, but it was just an odd occurrence he never knew how to explain.

Kureha:

He was a well behaved child, but ask any of his old teachers and they would tell you that they just got this feeling that this kid was weird, but he never really did anything worthy of getting into trouble.

He was sly, and he was really good at being sly. If he wanted someone to do something, he'd find a way to get them to do it without him even having to ask them to do it.

Definitely had a reputation as a boy scout to literally everyone but the kids that would pick on his younger brother. Because once there were no eyes on them, this man was a straight menace.

Retsu:

An ANGEL, just an absolute sweetheart. He looked up to his teachers and mentors. Really, before he accidentally, you know, killed a man, he was a perfectly sweet person.

He absolutely was the kind of kid that got jealous that he didn't have a full beard. Look at some of the people he grew up around, he was absolutely fuming that he didn't have a full beard. Until he tried to grow one, then he realised that they weren't for him and has been clean shaven since.

Someone had to show him how to braid hair at some point, and he was just flabbergasted by the idea. He tried to braid literally everything that he could just do that.

Doppo:

An absolute charmer. We all know that super charismatic kid, and that was definitely Doppo. Just look at that smile! You can't tell me that he didn't learn that a grin like that could get people to do what he wanted.

He was a smug bastard too, definitely one kid that would annoy the hell out of any adult, but one that would absolutely be popular with other students because "oh look he's talking back to the teacher"

He was a class clown in high school, all charming and funny, but he would start stuttering whenever Natsue walked into the room. Man was head over heels for her, even back then.

Natsue:

Natsue has always been somewhat of an old soul, even when she was little, but she was absolutely a girlie girl for a long time. Everything had to be pink or purple, pastels were her favourites.

She loved going to different field trips to important landmarks, she's always liked them and finds them relaxing to go to.

On her first date with Doppo, he took her to a festival, got all dressed up and everything, only for him to get a "random" and violent nosebleed (he got punched in the face before he went and it was a delayed reaction) and they wound up just ditching the festival to go sit up by the river and watch the fireworks.

Shibukawa:

T R O U B L E. Just trouble. He was a brat and a little shit. Stinky man. Problem causer. He would constantly pull pranks and cause problems in his classes and at home.

If this man had siblings then I guarantee you he was simultaneously the favourite and least favourite. Because he absolutely would do something stupid and blame it on his siblings, then make it up to them later... Only to do the same thing and get them in trouble.

He was absolutely the fun older kid that showed the younger ones cool tricks and funny jokes, if only to spread some mischief.

Tokugawa:

He wasn't too different, admittedly. Just take him, remove the wrinkles, give him hair and shrink him a little bit, and boom, you have child Tokugawa, relatively care-free and happy-go-lucky.

Really, the only thing that made him stand out was his knack for finding talented fighters. He would just get really quiet, and then, in a sweet little child voice, he'd point at someone and go "you've killed someone before"

He and Sabuko used to be really close, but when he inherited the dome they started to grow apart, especially since she had her own life to handle.

#baki headcanons #grappler baki #baki dou #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #kozue matsumoto #hanayama kaoru #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi #natsue orochi #shibukawa gouki #tokugawa mitsunari

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431989 · 9 months ago

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more resident alien posting. predictions... spoilers so beware

well. i'm upset that the shows going to have a difficult time having more serious scenes now. and that's probably what it's going to try and set itself up for.

i reaaaally would have loved to see this show do something ACTUALLY different and good. by different i mean in terms of writing and not necessarily drifting from source material. yes i'm still sour over last ep, but i wouldn't be AS sour if everyone on the show didn't treat harry and asta's relationship as "mother and child." and also if the show didn't take such a nose dive into the type of comedy it's putting out.

ALSO? IN A RECENT INTERVIEW? Sheridan going on to state that harry would lose his first """love""" (more like lust. awesome that a show trying to teach human emotion gets those two things mixed up) and then realize there's love everywhere or something? why does this feel like "weird" people are forever left to the role of outcasts. already fucked it up once i guess the guy's trying to fuck it up more. could've just left it at "he'll lose his first love, then he will have to reconcile with his feelings." but he had to drop in that last corny bit.

like. the show's source is already good. i don't understand all these decisions they're making to try and make it seem "unique." and now to get numbers back they're dumbing it way down. WHICH. BY DOING SO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR DRAMA? like how am i supposed to take anything seriously in the show. i *could* in season 1 and parts of season 2, but now it's just whatever. it's too goofed up for me to care. and now people who love the goofy won't give two shits about whatever message you want to drop or plot you want to develop. i dont give a shit about the greys!!! i dont care what theyre doing!!!! who gives a fuck if theyll blow up the earth. none of the characters really care anymore either. oh well!!!

also, predictions kind of. i'm not trying to say this will be the be all end all but it certainly could be a turn the show takes. in one of the issues of the comic (suicide blonde i think), harry is investigating the "suicide" of a woman. by the end of the issue, he catches up with her ex-lover and ex-roommate. they were both ladies. and the girl who died had a drinking problem btw. and was constantly seeing boys. i'm all for gay couples on screen as a gay guy myself but it'll feel so cheap to pair darcy and asta together despite the way theyve been played on screen. maybe its doable. i don't know. but i genuinely could care less considering the overall tone of the show's drifted more towards a sitcom than anything else. i think the small handful of 40+ year old gay wine moms would probably love it, but the vast majority of viewers wont. either they'll hate it and say it's forced diversity (there's already people saying that about the gay couple on screen this past episode) or it'll be another nothing moment to a further nothing story. if anything it'd feel one step removed from tokenization, considering they see harry as a manchild. ableism! show's trying to seem fucking wholesome but they can't be bothered to care about their nd viewers. like "haha look we have a main gay couple!!! what do you *mean* our show has rampant ableist tropes, we have a gay couple!"

i'm just so bummed. the show's cornered itself into a sitcom so meaningful moments aren't a thing anymore. plus the comparison of harry to a child is really getting at me. like he's a grown man as a human, and hes a grown alien thing as an alien. it's such a big slap in the face to any person who cherished the witty and unique story telling of the first season... like.... i don't know.... people who would've been fans of the comic too? i have small gripes about the comic, but at least it takes itself more seriously. but the show runners haaate the people who read the comics. why? i dont know. well maybe i do know. probably seen as too nerdy and weird for their idea of the show's viewerbase. despite the fucking basis of the show being weird and nerdy.

they couldve done the darcy asta thing better if they do go down that road. i'm just saying i wouldn't be surprised. they already scared off everyone who would've cared for something like that, so i don't know how they'll manage to find an audience that cares. everything in s1 was so organic and felt real!!!!! now its just!!! nothing!!!!!!!!!!

im also thinking about the fact that after posting that one resident alien drawing i did, i've had to block tons of people because they're freaks. loud and proud conservatives. man this shit sucks.

#resident alien #ra posting #sorry this one's kind of long #i'm still mad #i'll still keep up i guess out of spite #no i'm not paying for shit either LOL #i'll also clarify that i was in a sleepy daze when reading the comic #so i could've glazed past some things or the connection i made in my sleepy daze might not make sense now #which do correct me on that #but buhhhhh #whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#god forbid a guy have meaningful development in a show he cares about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also for anyone tempted to read the comic its written by two english guys so. keep that in mind i guess.#this is alllllll making me want to make my own thing #guhh #tbvh the show took out a lot of the comics... mysticism... but then the show shat all over the work they did to make it real and charming #flanderization hit it hard #feels way more tokeny. and also harry atp is nothing more than described as a manchild #EDITTING IN THE TAGS THEY DID CALL EACH OTHER FAMILY DIDNT THEY #technically they hadnt done that yet for asta and harry on screen i dont think but the interviews are still there #god what a mess

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bohemian-nights · 1 year ago

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- Nettles is specifically stated as a brown girl in the book. Take it up with George RR martin. The speculated actress for Nettles is a brown woman. You think she's black? That's okay since she's clearly of mixed heritage. However, you weaponizing race isn't going to go over well since main point is most of us wocs don't want a woc to be given this treatment in the show.

- "She is an adult by westerosi standards"? That doesn't mean anything. Do you also count 14-yo Rhaenyra as grown woman in the book when Daemon was "educating" her about seduction and sex? Do you count the likes of Helaena who was forced to give birth at 13-14 and adult simply because she was married? This is the same excuse people use to excuse the grooming of young girls in what's clearly a patriarchal society.

- IT IS GROOMING!! You're making excuses for Daemon's behavior. I'll give it to OP last time who called out your "i can fix him" behavior when yous said "he isn't all bad". They're 100% right!! We literally have lines from the book where he is teaching her how to act, giving her gifts, etc. She's a lowborn teen girl and he's a middle-aged royal prince. There is no world this isn't grooming!

- Him letting her go does not mean he loves her. Ya'll just be romanticizing sh*t. This is a grown man of 50. He does not need saving from his depressed and paranoid wife who lost her children just because of your misogynoir and self-insert fantasies!

You have to look outside your little bubble and realize Nettles/Daemon isn't liked outside of your little circle because of all the problematic aspects and not because of some shipping war. Is this is how you want a woc to be treated? Do you want to see women being pitted against each other just because you hate the other one? Over some white man...seven help us then

Her alleged actress and her first canon depiction back in 2015👆🏽 Black people have brown skin too dear(which is how Netty is described). She could be Blackish(never denied that just the insinuation she wasn't Black at all), but why should she even be Valyrian? I'm terribly afraid that the point keeps going over your head🙃

Daemon did groom Rhaenyra, but he isn’t the villain when it comes to Nettles. I’m sorry this isn’t a gotcha moment for you but she was a legal adult who he had a consensual relationship with. Him rescuing Nettles and put her, someone who wouldn’t be missed by anyone except him, above his own safety. That is nothing to sneeze about(and no, you can’t compare their relationship with Dumbnyra because it’s actually supposed to be romantic).

Instead of wanting her to have a rich character arc, you want to put Nettles into a box where she’s Rhaenyra’s Magical Negro/Mammy who helps her wake up and realize that she’s being groomed and wipe her tears away so that she can live another day.

You need to step outside of your bubble and acknowledge your misogynoir(which is a term created by and for Black women to describe our issues, not for whoever you are trying to hijack and use it for). Acknowledge that the sisterhood ends with racism. As a WOC you should know that.

Nettles is the victim of a woman who used racially charged language while ordering her to be murdered in her sleep. Rhaenyra isn’t just some poor unfortunate woman who lost her marbles(being mentally ill doesn’t excuse racism). She’s a queen who uses her power to punch down and she chooses Nettles as one of her many victims.

She chooses to try to make a Black woman(and potentially her baby) into victim(s) of a hate crime. I’m under no obligation to ignore that for the sake of the sisterhood(how dare you suggest I do).

I am under no obligation to sing a racist woman’s praises just because she’s a woman to stick it to the man. If that’s what you want from me or else you’ll accuse me of I’m pitting women against women, then sweetheart, you need to have several seats and take up your issues with GRRM (because he most certainly didn’t write your self-insert to be considered “a clear cut good person who you must worship or else,” which is why you are boiling over people like myself calling out your drivel).

#if you don’t want me to call you out on your bs stop writing bs 🤷🏽‍♀️#pitting women against women 🙃 please #again stan who you want but don’t go screaming misogyny when people point out that a racist white woman isn’t the victim here #come up with a better excuse for all of this than i’m a delusional self-inserter #nettles is the one time that daemon wasn’t the villain #you all will deal with that #anti rhaenyra stans #nettles #bnask #bnasks #dettles #daemon targaryen #hotdask #daemon targaryen x nettles #hotd fandom misogynoir #dattles #hotd fandom racism #netty #dumbnyra anon

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kingedmundsroyalmurder · 1 year ago

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Big ol' content warning for sexual assault and something very, distressingly close to pedophilia. If I can on mobile, I'm gonna pop this one under a readmore.

Oh, quick addendum before we start: I'm getting very tired of the running motif of 'Larry was x but Eric was even better.' The Williamsons liked Larry but they like Eric better. Larry was a good teacher but Eric is a better one. Please, Maud, I'm begging you, stop. Let Eric stand on his own, rather than tearing his friend down to make him seem taller.

Anyway, Eric knows he loves Kilmeny now and immediately starts treating her like a child. “I am sorry you were disappointed, Kilmeny. I couldn’t come last night. Some day I shall tell you why. I stayed home to learn a new lesson. I am sorry you missed me—no, I am glad. Can you understand how a person may be glad and sorry for the same thing?”

This is a schoolmaster teaching a lesson, not a man talking to an equal. I haven't previously been seriously creeped out by how Eric talks to Kilmeny, but this is quite gross. I fear the condescension is going to skyrocket.

“Yes, very thoroughly. It was a delightful lesson when I once understood it. I must try to teach it to you some day. Come over to the old bench, Kilmeny. There is something I want to say to you. But first, will you give me a rose?”

Again, this is not reading like a man talking to the girl he has a crush on. This is, like, a parent talking to their child about mortality or something.

So Eric asks Kilmeny to introduce him to her aunt and uncle and she panics. She says they will forbid the two of them from seeing each other anymore and that they would ban her from ever going to the orchard again.

And Eric, still in schoolmaster mode, does not offer understanding, he goes, 'I know better than you and this is what we are doing.' Remember back when they first met, and he had this habit of asking her questions that were actually just orders? Yeah, that's back with a vengeance. He asked if she would introduce him, but she is not allowed to say no.

"He pitied her for the pain and bewilderment in her eyes; but he took her slender hands in his and said firmly,

“Yes, Kilmeny, I do mean it. It is not quite right for us to be meeting each other here as we have been doing, without the knowledge and consent of your friends. You cannot now understand this, but—believe me—it is so.”

Like, he's not wrong that them meeting secretly like this is not great, but he is not once considering her feelings here. He is patronizing and superior and absolutely should not be pursuing her romantically if this is how he's going to treat her emotions.

He keeps telling her that she'll understand things later. Just pat her on the head and tell her she'll understand when she's older, why don't you.

Again, the narrative has called Kilmeny a child quite a bit up to this point, but this is the first moment where it really feels like Eric is genuinely treating her like one. This is really bad given that the thing that has changed is that he now wants to marry her.

"Two great tears brimmed over in her big blue eyes and splashed down on her slate. Her lips quivered like a hurt child’s. Eric put his arm impulsively about her and drew her head down upon his shoulder. As she cried there, softly, miserably, he pressed his lips to the silky black hair with its coronal of rosebuds. He did not see two burning eyes which were looking at him over the old fence behind him with hatred and mad passion blazing in their depths. Neil Gordon was crouched there, with clenched hands and heaving breast, watching them." Oh for fuck's sake, Maud.

"She allowed herself to smile, but it was a rather forlorn little effort. She did not cry any more, but her spirits did not come back to her. Eric talked gaily, but she only listened in a pensive, absent way, as if she scarcely heard him. When he asked her to play she shook her head."

Care for her feelings? From this man? Not a chance!

“Very well, Kilmeny. Now, don’t worry, little girl. It will all come out all right.” No really though. Eric did not start treating Kilmeny like a child until he decided to marry her. This is so gross.

And then he kisses her. And she jumps away from him, scared, and runs away. And Eric thinks this: "The sweetness of that involuntary kiss clung to Eric’s lips as he went homeward, half-intoxicating him. He knew that it had opened the gates of womanhood to Kilmeny. Never again, he felt, would her eyes meet his with their old unclouded frankness. When next he looked into them he knew that he should see there the consciousness of his kiss. Behind her in the orchard that night Kilmeny had left her childhood."

In the interest of fairness, it is "involuntary" because he hadn't meant to initiate it, not because she didn't want it (although she doesn't seem to have). But the rest of it? The part where he kissed her and she didn't want him to and she will never again see him without thinking about it?

Lucy Maud, I don't think you intended to do this, but what you have written is practically assault.

#kilmeny of the orchard #kilmeny readalong #In which i lose my entire patience with eric marshall #And this book starts to seriously earn its reputation

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sushiosims · 1 year ago

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Billy and Morgan - Chapter 4

Morgan gets to school, and she is so busy scanning the hallway for that now familiar, freckly cheery face, she doesn't notice the twisted, angry one heading straight for her 'Where the fuck were you last night? If I call YOU ANSWER' Bruce spat the words like bullets

'Bruce, please don't speak to me like that' Morgan says, embarrassed, truth be told, she is used to being shouted at by him, for not being the 'perfect girlfriend' but not in front of people...

'I will speak to you how I please, now where the fuck were you? With your Junkrat?' Bruce snarls.

Morgan looks at him in disgust, hating his sneering face...what is she even doing with him?

Greta Laurent, a newish student was walking past, and hears what is going on

'Geez Brucey, calm your jets, she was with me last night...damn. You drop an extra roid in your protein shake today?'

Morgan winces, grateful for the save, but she can see the anger in Bruce

'Thanks again for that last night, you really helped me out, you know how much I suck at history' Greta says, looking at Morgan

Morgan stammers 'You're welcome'

'Hey, you have any tampons?' Greta adds

'Er, yeah, in my locker'

'Cool, meet me in the ladies then?' and Greta walks off towards the toilets

'Why did you do that?' Morgan asks as the door closes behind her

Greta grimaces,

'The guy is a dick, he shouldn't be talking to you like that'

Morgan laughs, 'That's a given, but you didn't have to put yourself out, don't get me wrong, I am glad you did, thank you!'

'Anything I can do for you, to repay you?' Morgan asks

'Well, I'm new here, and no offence, but you guys are kinda cliquey' she laughs 'Maybe say hi to me? Let me sit with you all at lunch? Just get me an in?' she asks hopefully laughing self consciously.

Morgan grins, feeling an immediate bond with this girl 'Is that all? Consider it done'

For the remainder of lunch, Morgan sat and chatted to her best friend Luna, 'So yeah, he basically grabbed me, and pinned me, and told me not to disrespect him again...he's always nasty, but this is the first time he has laid a hand on me...so yeah. I think that's it this time'

Luna looks up from her phone in shock 'He hurt you? And wait, what? You are going to break up with Bruce? Actual, for real?'

Morgan nods, fighting back the tears 'My mum is gonna be so mad, but I can't stay with a guy that treats me like that'

'You queen!' Luna cheers

'I know you have always hated him, I just think it's time I started doing what I want, not what is expected of me' Morgan says with determination

Luna laughs, 'And this has nothing to do with a certain new boy with adorable sticky out ears is it?'

Morgan keeps a straight face 'Whatever do you mean?'

Little did they know Wolfgang was sitting behind them, listening to every word. Wait till he tells Billy!

Sitting in class that afternoon, Morgan can't stop thinking about the night before, she looks up, picturing the starry sky, and remembering the feeling of being so close to Billy. Bruce had never made her feel like that. Bruce had never really made her feel anything...she wonders where Billy is, she has been looking out for him all day, but hasn't seen him at all...

A cough and small 'ahem' breaks her out of her reverie

'Excuse me Morgan? Care to share your musings with the class when you come back to earth?'

Everyone giggled and looked at Morgan waiting for a response Without missing a beat Morgan smiles and answers,

'Every star you see in the night sky is bigger and brighter than our sun'

Miss Mayflower blinks and stares blankly at Morgan for a second, 'Well, yes. Very well...seeing as your inner thoughts were educational I will let you off with it this time...but please return to earth for the rest of the lesson' and she goes back to teaching the class

Morgan gets home and Moira had made her dinner, and had a fixed smile on her face 'Morgan, darling, sit down and eat!' she said overly brightly.

Morgan sighs, here they go again. The constant need to be 'perfect' 'Hi mum' she says flatly

'How was school darling?' Moira asks

'Actually not great mum, Bruce was nasty to me again, in front of everyone, I think I need to break up with him' she says sheepishly. And she is surprised it even came out, she didn't mean to say it, but the more she says it, the stronger she feels. She can do this.

Moira's fixed smile cranks up in intensity 'Now now dear, don't be hasty, it's just a little quarrel! And senior prom is coming up! You and Bruce are a dead cert for Prom King and Queen! All the local media are covering it!' her voice rising several octaves

Morgan fixes a smile on her face too 'Yeah, sure, just a stupid quarrel' she can still feel the pain where his fingers had dug into her neck the day before. She makes her excuses and leaves the table. Her mum shaken that her perfect daughter may be fucking up her perfect life.

She gets to the safe haven of her bedroom, and there is a quiet chap on the door. Her big sister Siobhan slips in to the room and sits beside her 'What's going on sis?' she asks concerned 'Is it mum being all Stepford again?'

'Yeah, I told her Bruce was nasty to me, and she basically told me to suck it up, that I have to be prom queen, and get her media attention...I mean, was she like this with you?'

'She tried, but I was too much hard work...when she had you she seen it as her second shot I think' Siobhan tells her, looking apologetic

Morgan sinks her head into her hands, and cries and Siobhan lays a comforting hand on her back 'Hey, its ok, soon I will be 25, my trust fund will be released to me, I will get outta here, you can come stay with me, whenever you need a break, I'm here'

'He hurt me Siobhan'

'Thanks Siobhan, I needed that' Morgan sniffs, all cried out

Siobhan takes her little sisters hands, 'Listen to me, you never, ever take that kind of shit from him again, you hear me? From anyone! Leave mum to me, I will talk to her, but you ever need anything? Talk to me!'

Morgan gets ready for bed, and is scrolling through Sim Bunny, rolling her eyes at all the vapid bullshit, when her phone buzzes, her heart quickens when she sees a picture of Billy's happy face pop up, and she can't help but smile

Billy - Hey Fyre, did you miss me today? :)

She lies back and smiles softly, 'Yes' she thinks

Morgan - No :p

....

Morgan - Where were you anyway?

Billy - Had an errand to run for Dad...anyway, I am up at the Bluffs, its a really clear night if you want to come up, I could teach you some more star stuff? :p

Morgan - Ugh, I am grounded after last night, sounds great though. Send me a picture of the sky!

A picture came through a second later and Morgan smiled and immediately set it as her screensaver.

Morgan - Looks amazing tonight! So bright

Billy - The picture doesn't do it justice, but I don't want you getting into more trouble...another night?

10 minutes pass, and Morgan is still looking at her phone, contemplating sneaking out. She has done it before, plenty of times. Her mum will be in bed listening to her whale noises already

Morgan - You still there? 🙄

Billy - Yep

Morgan - See you in 20 min

Hurriedly dressing, Morgan checks herself out in the mirror before opening her window, and sneaking down the trellis, a move showed to her when she was 15 by Siobhan, and has been well practiced ever since.

For Chapter 5 clicky clicky right...HERE

#sims #the sims 4 #sims4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 #the sims #showusyoursims #simsstories #sims story #sims stuff #sims 4 story #BillyandMorgan

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 months ago

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Chapter 6 - The Onsen Murder

The two went inside the inn house and were guided to their room - It wasn't anything glamorous, considering it was just a small, modest resort for relaxation - But there was something warm and soothing about the modesty and simplicity of this place. Perhaps because it suited the mood and the atmosphere of peace created by the mere existence of the hot water.

As they settled comfortably inside, Kat stretched her arms a bit and went to sit on the ground in a comfortable position, tapping the spot in front of her and looking at the warlord expectingly. He, instead, merely stared at her with confusion.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come here and let me check that wound of yours. That is why we came here, isn't it? Be thankful I'm even considering stepping so low on my ego and treating you after the great offense you oh-so-gracefully gifted me." she jabbed at him with a poisonous smirk, as he could only chuckle.

"Later. I have something to do first. Feel free to use the hot spring first." he spoke dismissively, ready to exit the room.

"Fine. But you have to promise not to bother me until I've finished soaking." she bargained, going to pick up some towels.

"Have it your way." and with that final reply, he exited the room, making the red head smirk.

"Victory." she chuckled as she sprung outside, and looking carefully left and right to make sure there was nobody peeping or something, she undressed and put a towel around her as she leaned a toe down into the hot water.

With a small giggle, she crouched down and slowly entered the water, shuddering a bit at the pleasant feeling of her muscle gradually relaxing and relieving any tension and soreness from working so hard. Her elbows and head were resting back on the rocks separating the water from the ground, and the slightly chilly night air that was making it easy to breathe through the hot steam, made this experience very exciting.

"Oh, Kat, you've been working so hard, you deserve this vacation! Yes, Kat, you're the best doctor in the whole Sengoku! The only Physician Princess in the whole Japan!" Kat started giggling childishly to herself as she hit the water sheen with her fingers, making small threads of water fly around. "Kat, teach us how to be like you! Kat, you're so awesome, we want to be like you when we grow older! Kat, everybody loves you, you're a role model for everyone! ... Yeah, damn right I am. I better be." but this ended with an almost depressed sigh as she stopped altogether. "I always have to upset myself somehow, don't I? How pitiful. What the hell did you see in me, little tiger." she muttered to herself, looking up at the beautiful stars that were twinkling down at her. "Are you also looking at the same stars as I am? Is it the same moon I'm seeing as well? Could it be that we are somehow connected, even despite our beliefs and differences?" the bittersweet smile from her face was at least better than the pitiful stoic look she has that makes her look as if she wants to burn the whole world and all its inhabitants. That look of being dead inside, imprisoned in a jail of nothing but a frozen wasteland, alone and shackled by the darkness.

However, her outer monologue was interrupted by the loud sound of the door opening, revealing Nobunaga garbed in nothing but the loose kimono of his, holding a tray of sake and one sole cup. "I was pretty sure we agreed you wouldn't bother me while I was soaking. Is that how much your word is worth, Nobunaga?" the girl looked away as she edged him with her words.

"The innkeeper brought this to our room. As instructed by my beautiful medic, I will not be drinking tonight. You have it. Soak as long as you like, Kat. You have all the time in the world to check my wound, after all." despite his sweet words, he still knelt by her side, putting the tray to float in front of her in the water, as he leaned to plant a kiss on her temple, leaving her in a true state of shock.

What... Just happened now? Was Nobunaga willingly affectionate to her, without being a complete prick? But why the hell would he do that, anyway? He knows she hates these stupid games of tag, so there's no point in doing them. Despite his characteristic forwardness, he didn't act as aggressive and forceful as before, which was quite the wonder.

What the hell is going on with people in this weird ass era anyway? Shingen, and now Nobunaga were so direct with her... Why weren't they as Drew? So easily hateable, so dislikable and annoying, so punchable, so.... So many other negative words. This wasn't right... People shouldn't act so nicely to her. This can't be happening. This... This doesn't make any sense. Everything has a reason, and this hasn't, therefore it's a mystery that has to be unveiled. Finding the reason hidden in the context.

Nobody is truly nice to another without having a reason for it.

Altruism is a lie.

Every action has an ulterior reason.

They must all want something from her. They want to use her for whatever plans they have. That's right, what else could there be? Nothing is as innocent as it appears to be, is it?

How sad.

And thus, after more internal conflict, Kat finished the sake bottle and realizing how her fingers were starting to look like prunes, it was time to finally get out. It was beginning to feel a bit suffocating anyway, so might as well. She dried herself and put on only the inner clothing in which she would be sleeping in, and letting her hair cascade down her back in a crimson waterfall, she finally went inside the room, seeing Nobunaga with his arms crossed on the ground, sitting in front of a goban table.

"If you want to propose a bet again, I refuse." was the only thing she said, not even bothering to glance at him,

"No betting. I just want to teach you how to play in case I get bored or want to come up with a war strategy." he explained, a relaxed and content expression on his face.

"...Sure, I guess. Can't hurt to learn something new." she muttered softly as she sat down opposite of him, looking awkwardly at the table.

"Very well. As you can see, the board is empty now. There are two players - Black and White respectively - And since Black moves first, I will give you the honors. As they say, 'Ladies first', correct? A move consists of placing one stone on an empty intersection on the board. Although it is advisable to use your turn wisely, it is allowed to pass your turn at any time. A player's area consists of all the points the player has either occupied or surrounded, therefore, the player with the most conquered territory wins. A stone or chain of stones is captured and removed from the board when all the intersections directly adjacent to it are occupied by the enemy. These are the basic rules of Go." although he explained in words that anyone could understand, Kat could only nervously bite her trembling lip.

"Okay, I think I got the basics. What now?" she asks in a low voice, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"Now we play. As I stated previously, you shall be Black, so you make the first move." he pointed leisurely to the small vase of small black stones next to her.

"...I learn by example, not by theory. This is going to be the worst Go game you've played in your entire life." she muttered miserable as her shaky hand went to take a hold of one small pebble and put it somewhere in the middle of a row close to her edge, as if she was trying to somehow defend her own self by maybe creating a protective wall of pebbles... Or something.

"That is to be expected. Nobody is born a genius. It is through trial and error that we learn, and through hard work and perseverance that we succeed. What you did now was possibly the most basic first move for a rookie. Most people who play for the first time try a defensive approach. The strategies one uses tells a lot about a person. You can learn more about a person through a simple game, rather than through thousands of comprehensive conversations. Isn't that fascinating? I'd say it's as fascinating as your philosophy from the road here." the brunet man left the girl speechless, and she could only stare at him in surprise. Intriguing.

"Rookies are usually so afraid of losing quickly in a game that they think a good defensive approach is going to help them stall the opponent a bit. There are often cases when castles had to endure a siege, and they won, because they had proper walls and provisions, while the enemy didn't. Throwing flamed arrows, boiling oil... Even using the matchlock flint. The best offense is a good defense. If I play like this for 3 more games or so, you may believe I'm some kind of scared hermit that hides all the time, afraid of taking risks. Is this your way of saying to get aggressive and not be afraid of the consequences of an imminent death since it's obvious I will lose against you anyway?" she asked as she saw him confidently put down his first white pebble as well.

"It is just advice. You make of that as you will. It is not my place to influence anyone's decisions or strategies, otherwise I may as well play by myself." he smirked at her, making it obvious that he guess was spot on to begin with.

"In that case... I will place it here. It is allowed, isn't it?" she asked for confirmation as she saw the man nod his mess of black hair.

"Interesting move. So you did heed my advice. It is not often when players choose the not so safe approach." he hummed as he placed his own stone close to hers.

"If there is nothing to lose, than I don't see why I shouldn't take risks. It's just a game, at least for me. A game where the outcome is predestined. Might as well mess around with it as much as I like." she chuckled lightly, although her hand was still shaking.

The game went on with little small talk between the two, and while Nobunaga was impressed with her carefree moves, the end was very close. He took her hand in his and turned it so he could kiss the inner side of her wrist softly. "Admirable effort for a first-time player."

"The end result is still that I lost miserably. No need for pity for the losers... But thank you, I guess." she muttered, looking away shyly.

"I have never seen your hands shaking before. Why is that?" his inquiry seemed to hold genuine curiosity.

"I am the kind of person who never dives in without any prior information. I don't do things without knowing what I'm getting myself into. I don't take risks of any kind. The first time is always scary. You go blindly inside a dark tunnel expecting to find some light, but you never do. I hate uncertainty and everything I don't understand properly or I'm not good at. It makes me feel mentally incapacitated, and for someone who finds her only important asset her brain, it's... Like going on a suicide mission without any armor or weapons and you have a target saying Hey, Kill me." she explains softly, looking down with furrowed brows, the bitter frustration taking over her expression.

"Even prodigies must practice to become close to perfection. Real life and Games are not so different, so when there are no stakes at hand, you should enjoy the simplicity of it and the reason for its making - Entertaining their users. You, Katrina, had me entertained with this game. It is a pity you had to feel pressured by it. Then, shall I propose something more to your area of expertise to appease you?" he asked, a smile on his face as if to disspell all her worries.

"Do you want me to look at your wound, you mean?" she asked, looking up at him with curious, innocent eyes.

"Yes." he nodded, slipping his kimono down one of his shoulders, revealing the clean bandage around his torso.

"Before that... I have to ask you something real quick, and I hope you'd answer truthfully. Were you really injured?" she asked, looking into his eyes for the truth.

"What makes you question my truth?" he asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously at her.

"A man with a festering injury cannot move as freely as you did during our trip here, and even now. And you didn't even go soak, even though this was the supposed reason you came here. What are you hiding from me, Nobunaga? Do you really not trust me at all that you even have to lie to me and come up with silly pretexts and even mock my medical skills?" Nobunaga analyzed the look in her eyes, the dejection she so evidently had painted on her face. Why was it that this woman - A woman like any other female in Japan - Seemed to confuse and intrigue him with her few, but heartfelt expressions, while all those other wenches he wanted nothing more than to ignore? Why was he feeling so uneasy, looking into her betrayed eyes? Was that a pang of guilt in his chest he was feeling?

"If you don't trust me, then look for yourself." and thus, he wrapped his bandages, revealing a cut on the side of his chest.

Katrina knelt in front of him, her hand gently tracing the wound, she gritted her teeth in anger and disappointment, wanting nothing more than to shout at him, and slap him so hard his face remains fixed to the other side of his neck.

"Do you really thing I'm stupid, Nobunaga?" she muttered, her voice so... Shaky. It was trembling with emotion, and she wanted to cry. Was it the disappointment in her, or the wrath acting up?

"Why would you assume that?" he raised his eyebrow, although his eyes were as cold and emotionless as a dead fish's.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" after a few seconds, she got the courage to look at him, only to see the ruthless daimyo in Nobunaga's place.

"One shouldn't answer a question with another." he scolded her a bit too harshly.

"Don't be a hypocrite when you did that same. You are not the Nobunaga from earlier today. You're looking at me with such cold eyes, as if I'm your enemy. As if I'm plotting your death right in front of you. You had life and happiness sparkling in your eyes and smile during the day... What did I do that made you change like that so quickly? I don't understand you, Nobunaga. I really don't. Or maybe it is that you don't want me to understand you at all. Do you really hate and mistrust me so much that you have to lie to me like that? I'm not stupid, I know this is a recent wound you made yourself to mask your lie. If you wanted to get rid of me, you could have done it well enough back in Azuchi... Or you could have just let me go and stumble around until I could finally go back in my time. Why must you be so unnecessarily cruel to me?" she couldn't even raise her voice and cry at him, to show him the anger and disappointment she was feeling - Instead, her voice was soft and barely audible. It felt defeated.

Nobunaga didn't answer, and they couldn't only stare at each other for a while. That is, until the girl broke the eye contact and got up, opening her bag and returning to quickly treat his wound and wrap it back up.

"Why did you do that to the man who lied, deceived and betrayed your trust?" he asked, being in deep thoughts.

"...How do you know I didn't put poison in that ointment?" she muttered, scuttering away from him.

"A fawn is incapable of killing the lion who injured her. She's too gentle for that." his hand was extended as he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"However, I am no fawn, I am a fox, and foxes oftentimes have rabies. If I bite you, you are dead. Surely you haven't forgotten how scared Drew was of me last time he saw me." she scoffed, looking away from him.

"Drew is not a lion. He's a maggot. Your provokations and fire will only excite, not scare me away. There is a reason for everything I do, but you will have to trust me with this one for just a little longer. Do you still trust me, Katrina?" as she heard that question, the girl could only look at him with an enigmatic look.

"Trust is earned. Did you do anything to deserve being trusted by me?" she asked back.

They continued to look at each other, as if they were trying to understand one another. That is, until an unsettling clatter was suddenly heard, which made the girl immediately snap her head towards the noise with an unsettled look in her eyes. She really looked like a worried fawn without her mother, but she didn't want to admit she looked completely innocent, pure and afraid in his eyes - The eyes of a cold, ruthless demon who could kill a whole country by just blinking - He could snap her supple neck so easily, and yet, he wants to use that hand to caress and reassure her. It was very odd for him, as he, too, was the one to get her to this resort and ultimately endanger her - But he also knew he wasn't going to let her get hurt in any way, so what does it matter as long as the vile Demon King protects his little deer?

"What did you get us into...?" she asked in a barely audible voice as her eyes lethargically moved to his, questioning him closely.

"Get to that corner and take this. I will prove to you that your trust in me is not misplaced." the corner of his mouth twitched upwards for a split-second, as if he was confidently reassuring her to trust him with her life, and thus, with a reluctant nod, Katrina snatched the dagger from his hand and leaped backwards, standing in a defensive position.

As if on cue, three ninja-looking men burst through the now-destroyed door, with katanas in their hands, angrily glaring and shouting at the warlord. It was clear to Kat now that this whole trip was a ploy made by Nobunaga. He was expecting this attack. It meant, in her opinion, that he lured these men here, to attack him, when he was 'unguarded'. Does that mean that earlier, when he said he had something to do, he was communicating with his allies about this scheme of his? No wonder he had a dagger in his sleeve at ready.

"You finally decided to show up. You should be ashamed of yourselves, attacking a man getting treated by such a lovely princess. You obviously lack any skills to please a woman." the man chuckled enough to infuriate the enemies who grumbled and got in attack stances. However, without as much of a bother, Nobunaga elbowed one of the attackers hard enough for him to almost fall unconscious to the ground. Why was that the hottest thing Kat saw?! She was half-sure she was kinda blushing after seeing such a manly display of martial arts. No, wait, that's not right - Why the hell is she thinking that at such a terrible moment? She's supposed to stay focused and alive, not make heart eyes at Nobunaga and how attractive he is when fighting.

The other two attackers were obviously afraid and hesitating, but as they were ready to strike again, two more people burst through, this time, they were allies - Hideyoshi and Mitsunari - Who easily tied up the perpetrators.

The tension quickly settled as Hideyoshi's usual motherly side worried over Nobunaga's well-being while Mitsunari merely smiled a tad awkward for having to keep this secret from Kat.

"Do you trust me now, Katrina?" Nobunaga turned towards the girl, but he wasn't smiling, smirking or... Anything. He was looking dead.

"I already figured out what was going on behind the scenes. What I want to know is... Who was the one who didn't trust me and whose idea was it to do that stupid wound on your chest. I believe this whole thing created enough unnecessary tension and I want to know the truth now that everything is settled." mimicking the brunet lord, Kat, too, changed her whole demeanour to one completely devoid of interest or emotions.

"It was my idea. I didn't believe we could trust you not to slip information to our lord's enemies." Hideyoshi shamelessly spoke out.

"... I should have expected that. You are mistrustful of anyone, it was evident since the beginning. I suppose I should apologize for any moment that I may have acted suspicious in your eyes, however, I also believe I have nothing to be remorseful about and that this is simply how you are." the girl sighed, crossing her arms and returning the dagger back to the warlord.

"Katrina, I am sorry, but ow we know that you're not with the enemy. Forgive me. When we return to the castle, I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. Lord Nobunaga has many enemies, many of them were innocent-looking women like you. I cannot take my chances with anyone new that appears in his life so mysteriously." his expression changed drastically as he now looked at her like a big brother and patted her hair as if to comfort her.

"... Thank you, Hideyoshi. And I understand your worries, they are valid. I also understand that it is weird for the both of us to properly understand each other, considering that huge time difference between us, but I am sure that, with enough communication and explanation, we will be able to cross this perspective bridge we are separated by." with an empty, polite smile, she reassured the man as best as she could with her diplomacy.

"I would call this retreat a success, and although my entertainment was cut short, it was still enjoyable." that warlord smile of his came by again, and Kat could only look at him, lost in thoughts and trying to process everything that happened, until she was forcefully brought back to reality when she felt the hands wrapping around her leg. She squealed in surprise and turned her attention towards the pitiful man, crying out for help. She hated this, why would he beg her like that? Don't do that! Don't involve her in these things, she has no power and nor does she want any kind of power. She can only treat wounds, but she's no God like Nobunaga to play with people's fates. Besides, those other two weren't killed, merely tied up, so why is he like this?!

"G-Get off, please, I can't help you. You fate is in Nobunaga's hands." she awkwardly tried to walk step away from him, only for Nobunaga to show his decision and play the judgement card.

"Don't you dare......." with a low growl, the lord took out the dagger again and plunged it deep into his chest, slicing him down harshly, earning gasps from the other 3 people there.

The room was deadly quiet, only the sound of the small sword getting sheathed was heard as Kat could only gulp and stare at the dead body in front of her and how the blood was pooling around him. This, at least, was just like in the movies. She wanted to ask why, but after Nobunaga asked her to trust him, she realized that she once heard "Everything Nobunaga does is for a reason." but which was this reason?

So she stepped in front of the fallen man and to the trio's surprise, she kicked his side, making him stare blankly at the ceiling, and she noticed the dagger he was hiding. Now it all made sense. Nobunaga does everything for a reason, and this was his way of protecting her.

Seeing this, she crouched down and ripped the dagger he was still clutching even now and much to the men's surprise, she slammed it down to pierce his skull, impaling his brain. She was angry - Oh, how angry she was - And yet, her face didn't as much as betrayed her. "Begging for help to the person you want to kill... Coward. You're nothing more than a forgotten, replaceable lackey." as she got up, she spewed those degrading words, not forgetting to kick him in the side again out of frustration.

There is no room for pity for anyone in this era.

"So? We're done here. Are we going home or what?" she spoke casually as she wiped the blood from her face with the already stained sleeve of her kimono.

"Yes, we must return to Azuchi quickly. We are going to hold a war council." Nobunaga nodded curtly at her and thus they went outside, only three horses there, as expected. Kat stared at the beautiful horse, at Kaze, and seeing that Nobunaga was still discussing with the other two warlords, she got up on the horse by herself, leading it to the trio. She cleared her throat to stop them for speaking and, looking at Nobunaga, she extended her hand towards him. He merely smirked and let out an amused breath as accepted her hand and got on the horse behind her, letting her lead the horse once again, following Hideyoshi and Mitsunari.

Most of the ride back home was silent, no doubt there were all deep in thought at what just happened, and even more, they were eager to interrogate to two captives. They were shaking with fear after witnessing the harrowing image of not only the Warlord killing one of their peers so easily and with so much anger, but also, of a small, innocent and scared looking girl acting with such a freezing rage, doing harm to a dead body - Albeit one that, when alive, wished to kill her - It was enough to inspire a complete stunning fear into them - So much that they started babbling non-sense, begging for mercy and all that...

And then, they said something crucial.

Abbot Kennyo was their leader.

"So the former Abbot of Hongan-Ji is behind all this, as we suspected." Nobunaga muttered to himself.

"...Beware the Demon in monk's clothing... He sounds pretty... God-Forsaken if you ask me. That means things aren't going too well for us, huh?" Kat turned her head a bit to look up at the pondering warlord.

"Do you trust me, Katrina?" he asked, looking at her with a serious expression - And yet, his eyes weren't cold anymore. They were confident, serious and sure of himself, it was almost comforting to her seeing him being so reliable.

"I don't have much of a choice now, do I, especially after making such a show in front of me, doing that wound on yourself so you wouldn't piss me off more, and then saving my life from that guy. But you still owe me for not trusting me." she huffed at him, making him hum with amusement as he pulled her back on his chest, kissing her cheek.

"I'll make it up to you, little fox. I'll even let you bite my nose or my neck." he chuckled lowly, teasing her.

"I'll think about it." she chuckled, shaking her head at his proposition.

"Katrina." this time, his voice was more serious and somehow, solemn and... With a certain gentleness behind it. Somehow speaking familially.

"Yes, Nobunaga?" she replied with the same level of softness and with added curiosity.

"I trust you."

Hearing those words was enough to make up for the whole deceiving scheme from the day. A reply wasn't needed, or there was no word to explain what she was feeling in her heart, nor could it watch the velocity of it. Instead, she reached one hand behind her to grab his and made him lean forwards so he would embrace her torso, feeling the intimate warmth brought by the closeness of their bodies. Her head was turned away from him, he couldn't see, but from her gesture, and the way she squeezed his hand, he knew that she was smiling. He wanted to see her lovely smile more - He barely had the chance to see her happy or display any genuine emotion that wasn't anger, disappointment, fear, hurt or betrayal, many of them caused by either him or her stupid excuse of a 'lover' as he wanted to call himself.

Nobunaga knew he wasn't the best with words - In fact, he was terrible with anything concerning his heart and that blasted word that only brought weakness on the battlefield - Love, they called it. He never believe in it. He hated it. He couldn't let any obstacle, no matter how little, stand in his way.

...And yet...

Perhaps this will to protect and trust her was steamed, or branched from, this foreign feeling.

Love.

He had a wife, he had two concubines, and he had sons. He had to, after all. He had to, otherwise he wouldn't have been a respectable Lord and if anything happened to him, he'd have had no offsprings to pass the throne to. However, he made them all run away from him, or had them killed. His own wife was a spy and tried to poison him, one concubine died of smallpox, the other ran away in fear of him. And his sons were either trying to kill and dethrone him or got themselves stupidly killed in battle. There was only one more, but he stayed cooped away in fear of being a disappointment to him again. Pitiful.

But she was different. This Katrina, this woman from the future... He wanted her more than he wanted anything. He desired her, he needed her around him. Her mere presence seemed to sooth his fears and worries, at least for the moment, and with her around, he was reminded how to smile and at least attempt to see the world from a much purer perspective, for a mere second.

He trusted her.

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Chapter 2: Temporary Helpers

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It was Sunny’s second day in school and he had just finished the classes of his first period. Now, he had a lot of free time until the next one started.

Both him and Lynn were on the school’s corridors, and they were chatting about their past class.

“Wow, Mr. Faraize sure knows how to teach history, don’t you think? It was fun from the beginning to the end” the brunette girl exclaimed, loving the class that they just had.

Sunny’s opinion, on the other hand, begged to differ.

“I don’t know really… I didn’t pay much attention” the raven boy stated, looking down in shame.

The main reason why he didn’t pay attention was that, since it had been a long time since he went to school, he was a bit lost with all that the teacher was saying.

And since he couldn’t understand anything, he preferred to stay inside his comfortable imagination.

Lynn obviously didn’t know that, so, she felt disappointed.

“Sunny, I can help you out with the notes, but, you also need to pay attention, you know?!” the brunette girl reprimanded.

“I know. Sorry” Sunny answered, looking down in shame. Lynn felt bad about that.

Their moment of peace ended up being interrupted, because the three girls from the day before went over to torment them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the freak couple” the leader of the trio said. After talking with Iris, the two noticed that the blonde leader’s name was Ambre, and that, in Iris’s words: ‘Was not exactly the sweetest person around.

Considering how the ginger girl saw everything with rose tinted glasses, they knew exactly that this spoiled brat was a b*tch.

Her two henchmen were named Li and Charlotte. Both didn’t have any distinguishable personalities. They were basically cardboards that followed their ‘Queen Bee’ the whole day.

Lynn and Sunny were both blushing hard at the comment.

“We are not freaks! And not a couple either” the brunette girl explained, feeling a bit embarrassed at the situation.

“Stop fooling yourselves. It’s pathetic. You both walk all around school holding hands and dare to say you aren’t a couple?” Ambre asked, not believing what the new girl just said.

Lynn wanted to argue against that, but, in hindsight, there was literally no way of denying that the moments they shared could be interpreted as couple activities.

“Well, let’s get to the point: I am here for one reason, and for one reason only. Stay away from Nathaniel!” Ambre demanded.

The two didn’t understand why she asked them that, and, before they could actually process it, the trio had already walked away.

The brunette girl was still angry, though.

“Who does she think she is to treat us all like that?!” the candy girl exclaimed, enraged at the treatment that they had been receiving.

“And what even is her deal with Nathaniel?!” she continued, a little bit calmer, but more intrigued.

“Let’s ask him” the raven-haired boy spoke. Even if Lynn had spent quite enough time with Sunny already, she still hadn’t get used to his bluntness.

“Well, it’s not a bad idea. Let’s go!” she said, dragging him through the corridors like usual.

This time, though, Sunny dropped her hand in the middle of the way. She turned around to see what happened.

“We… shouldn’t hold hands anymore… it gives people the wrong idea” the raven-haired boy explained.

Lynn seemed to be a bit disappointed, but, she agreed with what he said.

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When they arrived at the student body room, the duo saw Nathaniel signing some papers.

‘This boy probably never takes a break’

This time, though, he quickly noticed the presence of the two on the room.

“Oh, hi Lynn, it’s a pleasure having you here” the blonde boy said on a formal, but courteous tone.

His face quickly changed at seeing that the raven-haired boy was there too.

“And Sunny, you are here too. Great” Nathaniel stated, still formally, but more coldly.

“Do you two need something for me?” the blonde boy asked, on a tone that mixed the two he used before.

“You see, Nathaniel… ever since we have arrived, there has been a girl that hasn’t been very nice to us. Her name is Amber and she has been acting like a…” Lynn started to answer.

“Brat” the raven-haired boy deadpanned, leaving the brunette girl with her mouth wide open.

“You know she is my sister, right?” Nathaniel asked, clearly trying to hold his rage back.

The candy girl knew they ended up messing up pretty badly.

“Sorry, we didn’t know. We were going to ask you if you can ask her to be less… you know… with us” Lynn said, trying to fix the situation.

Nathaniel seemed to be a bit more calm, but he was still frowning.

“Look, I know she is not easy, specially when she is with her friends, but, can you two please not call her that anymore?” the blonde boy asked.

“Fine, we won’t…” the brunette girl said, leaving the room soon after, since she knew that there would be no help coming from the body president.

Sunny stood there for a while longer, though, and Nathaniel started to feel uncomfortable with his stare.

“Is there any problem?” the blonde boy asked, clearly not meaning to help him.

The raven-haired boy stood quiet, though, and his gaze seemed more and more judgmental.

‘Shouldn’t have believed in you’

Sunny finally left without saying a word.

“There is something clearly wrong with that boy” Nathaniel stated, going back to signing his papers.

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“That was disappointing…” the raven-haired boy stated.

“Well, to be honest, I understand his point, honestly. She is his sister, so, he needs to protect her… just hope he doesn’t use his position to harm us if she asks to…” Lynn spoke worriedly. Her friend nodded.

As they kept walking, they noticed a familiar little guy walking into their direction.

“Oh, hi Ken! Is everything alright?” the brunette girl asked, noticing that he seemed sad about something.

“It’s… nothing, really. I am fine” Ken lied, trying to act as if everything was okay. The Candy girl didn’t fall for that, though.

“Ken, if there is something wrong, you can tell us about it” Lynn told him.

The boy with glasses started to cry.

“Those three mean girls… they wanted to eat on a restaurant, not the cafeteria… so, they stole my money” Ken cried out, having a hard time holding back the tears.

The brunette girl immediately went to hug him, as a way to make him feel better.

“Sorry to hear that, Ken. Those three are really wicked!” the candy girl said, mad at their evil deeds.

Sunny approached the two and handled the small boy some paper tissues he had on his bag.

“Thank you both… I will try to talk to the student body president. He might help!” Ken stated optimistically.

Lynn ended up gulping out of nervousness.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you… the president is Ambre’s older brother… and he doesn’t believe us when we try to talk to him about her” the brunette girl said, feeling bad that she destroyed the boy’s hope.

“Oh… okay” the boy with glasses stated, walking away so that they didn’t see him crying anymore.

‘Poor guy’

“Wish we could do more to help him” the candy girl spoke, feeling a bit guilty.

“Me too… but, the system is against us” Sunny said, nonchalantly.

The phrase seemed like something straight out of a dramatic movie, but the raven boy’s tone combined with the timing were too funny for Lynn to handle.

“HAHA! Gosh, Sunny, I am sorry, but you are so great at this kind of comedy!” the brunette girl exclaimed, making Sunny blush in embarrassment.

“Hello, Sunny and Lynn” a voice said from behind.

“Oh, hi, principal! Is there any problem?” Lynn asked.

“Nothing, really, dearies. I just need to tell you two something” the elderly woman answered.

“You see, all of the new students need to join one of the clubs that the school has to offer” she continued.

“It seems to be cool!” the brunette girl stated, excited by the idea. Sunny just made a thumbs up.

“The three clubs that need new members are the gardening the club, the basketball club” the principal started to list.

The raven boy started to shiver in nervouseness.

‘NO! NO! NO! NO!’

These two clubs brought to many memories of the friends that he had left back in Far Away. Friends that probably hated him now.

“Or the art club” the elderly woman spoke.

“Art club!” Sunny exclaimed firmly. The two other people that were present were left with their eyes widen.

“Wow, I have never seen you with so much ‘enthusiasm’ before! I would like to join the art club too” Lynn said.

“Perfect! All you need to do is go to the club and ask them to join. The art room is at the end of the corridor. They have a pretty thematic door. So, there is no chance for you to get lost!” the elderly woman said, leaving the two to find the room alone.

It seemed like this day would be filled with more walking.

“So, why did you choose the art club?” the candy girl asked, excited to find someone that shared her passion.

“Don’t like basketball. Neither flowers” the raven-haired boy said, tensing up and shivering.

“Oh right…” Lynn stated, a little bit worried about her friend’s state.

“But I really like to sketch! And to write poems too!” Sunny said, almost as if he was trying to justify himself.

“That’s nice. I am an artist myself too!” the candy girl exclaimed.

“I always liked to draw, but, most importantly, to analyze art! I always had a fun time in museums” she continued to speak.

“I know you might find it a bit boring…” the brunette girl uttered.

“I don’t think it is boring at all” Sunny told her, making her blush and smile.

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The art club clashed a lot with the rest of the school. While the rest looked overly formal and organized, this class felt almost like a kindergarten.

Things were a bit messy, but on a good and liberating way. The walls had drawings decorating them, and the art desks weren’t organized in carefully organized lines.

And last, but not least, the room was filled with many different forms of art and expressions of creativity.

There were musical instruments, papers, brushes, paint and sewing material.

They also found a girl with purple hair that was painting something on a canvas. She was so focused on it that she didn’t notice that the duo had entered the room.

“Hey, are you the one responsible for the art club?” Lynn said, carefully shaking the girls elbow to catch her attention.

The girl got startled.

“Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you” the brunette girl said with a bright smile.

The new girl seemed to be flustered, but, at least, it seemed like she was now calm.

“It’s… okay…” the girl said on a voice so low that it felt like she was whispering.

It was clear that this girl was shy, maybe, she was even shyer than Sunny himself.

“So, we wanted to join the art club. Are you the one responsible for that?” the candy girl asked.

That girl with purple hair seemed to be getting excited about this idea.

“New members!” she whispered in shock to herself.

“Yes, I am… I… take… care of the things while the teacher is away” the girl answered.

“Great. So, what do we need to do now?” Lynn asked. The girl with purple hair grabbed a clipboard and handled it to the duo.

“You both need to sign your names here and hand it to Nathaniel. And, by the way, my name is Violet” Violet said, finally presenting herself.

“Nice to meet you, Violet! We will be handling this to Nathaniel in no time, right, Sunny?” the brunette girl asked her friend. Sunny just nodded.

“It’s going to be wonderful having new people around here” the artistic girl said, still a bit embarrassed, but joyful either way.

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Back to the Student Body’s room, the two noticed that Nathaniel seemed to be stressed and overly thoughtful about something.

“Nathaniel… is something wrong?” Lynn asked, a bit worried about his state.

“Oh, thank god you are here, Lynn. I needed you” the blonde boy said, rushing to get close to her.

‘Great, more favors’

“Sure… what do you need?” the brunette girl asked, a bit confused about the way he phrased it.

“So, I need Castiel to sign an absence sheet, and I am not in the mood to see him. Can you please make him sign the sheet and then give it back to me, please? I would usually ask my usual helper, but she didn’t come to school today” Nathaniel asked.

“Sure. Why aren’t you in the mood to talk to him, though?” the candy girl asked, leaving the student body president more tense.

“Let’s just say that I don’t get a long with that unbearable troublemaker” the blonde boy answered, trying to keep a smile on his face.

“How shocking. Two brats can’t stand each other” Sunny commented nonchalantly, leaving his friend a bit worried.

“Excuse me?” Nathaniel asked, clearly getting angry at the raven boy.

“Sorry, Nath! No more time to talk. Gotta go! Bye!” the brunette girl said, dragging her friend out of the room.

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“What has gotten into you? There was no reason to be so rude!” Lynn asked, reprimanding her friend’s behavior.

“Sorry. Tired of that boy asking us to do his job for him” Sunny answered, clearly losing his patience with the student body president.

“I know, but we are new here. Amber already can’t stand us, we don’t need more people making our lives a living hell” the candy girl spoke.

Lynn thought that Sunny would apologize, like usual, but it seemed like he was thinking on a more urgent matter.

“Need to handle the redhead, right?” the raven-haired boy asked. The brunette girl then remembered the problem that they had on their hands to solve.

“Oh gosh, how are we going to tame that wolf?” Lynn asked herself, knowing that it would be really hard to do so.

“Do you have any ideas of how to do so?” she continued, hoping that her friend could suggest something.

Sunny scratched his chin for a while, trying to think of something.

“Threatening?” Sunny suggested, on his usual nonchalant tone. The brunette girl felt a small shiver down her spine.

“I think we should avoid getting in trouble with him… and sticking to what’s legal” Lynn answered nervously.

While the duo kept walking, a familiar face joined them.

“Hey, you two! Why the worried faces?” Iris asked, with her youthful energy.

“Oh, hi Iris. We were just brainstorming ideas on how to convince Castiel to sign these papers that Nathaniel needs” the brunette girl explained, handing her friend said paper.

“Uhm… Castiel might seem like a cold-hearted person, but all you need to do is treat him with kindness” the ginger said with a grin.

Lynn seemed unsure about that statement, but, she was in no position to refuse an idea.

“Thanks, Iris. We will try” the brunette answered. The joyful girl ended up leaving.

“Ready to tame that beast?” Lynn asked, trying to sound positive. Sunny, however, shook his head.

“Me neither, but we will do it either way…” the brunette said, going after Castiel.

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At the school’s park, the duo ended up finding Castiel sitting on a bench while smoking a cigarette.

“Are you seriously smoking on the school’s premises?!” Lynn asked, indignant at the situation. The redhead just rolled his eyes.

“Does it look like I give a f*ck about it?” Castiel asked, with a grumpy expression on his face.

“You know could have said it less vulgarly, right?” the brunette girl commented. The redhead smirked.

“That’s part of my charm, baby” the bad boy pointed out. The candy girl rolled her eyes.

“Why are you two here now. Do you need help to find the bathrooms, now?” Castiel mocked.

“No, we are here because… well… you see…” Lynn faltered. She was having a hard time finding a nice way of asking him.

“… you need to sign this absence sheet over here” the brunette girl said on the sweetest tone she could utter.

The redhead immediately got angry.

“Seriously, that uptight b*tch couldn’t even bother to come here?” Castiel asked, rolling his eyes.

“Tell him that, if he wants me to sign, then he should be a real man and come here to tell me in person, instead of sending a little princess and a walking stick” the bad boy said, returning the paper with little to no care to the candy girl, and going back to his cigarette.

Lynn grunted in rage and frustration. Sunny pat her in the back as a way to show support.

“Well, we tried. Let’s hope Nathaniel won’t be mad” the brunette girl stated, trying to be a bit hopeful.

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Back at the Student Body room, the candy girl was mentally preparing herself to explain the situation.

“So, did you manage to get him to sign it?” the blonde boy asked. Lynn scratched the back of her neck.

“Well… no” the brunette girl stated. Nathaniel put his hand on his face out of annoyance.

“What is this delinquent’s cheap excuse now?” the president asked.

“He said that… if you want him to sign it… you will have to face him… and be a real man” Lynn answered. Nathaniel started to get more and more irritated.

“Well, in this case, you can tell him that a real man takes responsibility for his actions!” the blonde boy fumed. The candy girl and the raven boy exchanged side glances.

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Instead of going back to Castiel, the duo decided to sit on the stairs to discuss what to do next.

“Okay, it’s clear that none of them are ready to give in” the brunette girl stated to herself.

Nod.

“But we still need to, someway, somehow, get Castiel to sign the sheet, and give it back to Nathaniel” the candy girl continued.

Nod.

“But how?!” Lynn exclaimed. She started to think non-stop of ways to solve this situation, while Sunny kept starring at her, barely paying any attention, mostly focus on her face and the gestures she made while thinking.

‘She is… kinda pretty’

“Maybe, we could trick them into being at the same place at the same time!” the brunette girl announced.

“Nope” the raven-haired boy stated nonchalantly.

“Yeah, you are right, at this point, they wouldn’t fall for that…”the candy girl acknowledged.

She tried to think about other ways to solve the problem, but everything she could come up with was either ridiculous, or too surreal.

Sunny, noticing the situation, decided to solve this on his own terms. To drag her attention, he tapped her shoulder.

“I can solve this” he continued, looking directly on her eyes. For a few seconds, she found herself trapped under his hypnotized gaze.

When he spoke that confidently, Sunny’s eyes looked beautiful…

“Really?” the candy girl asked.

“On my own terms” he stated. The brunette girl, at first, hesitated, since she still wasn’t sure of what hew as capable of. But then, with no other option, she decided to trust him.

“Okay. Do you what you have to do… just, don’t hurt anyone” Lynn requested.

The raven-haired boy grabbed the important paper and left.

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Outside, Castiel went back to smoking, trying to calm down after Nathaniel’s efforts to ruin his day.

And, it hadn’t come to an end, since Sunny was back and still holding the paper. He was also alone.

“It’s you. Where is that prissy pants?” the redhead asked. The raven boy, though, kept quiet. The bad boy started to feel uncomfortable at his empty stare.

“He ran away like a little coward as I can see” Castiel observed with a smirk. Sunny was still silent.

“Haven’t you heard the first time, Edward Cullen wannabee? If the Class President doesn’t come, I won’t be signing these papers” the redhead reminded his colleague.

Sunny just stood there… menacingly. The bad boy was losing his patience.

“Are you deaf or something? Or are you just to stupid to do anything?” Castiel asked on a threatening way.

The dreamer boy kept his emotionless face… almost as if he was piercing the redhead’s soul. That was the last straw.

“Just. Leave! Me! The! Heck! ALONE!!” The bad boy shouted, grabbing his opponent by the shoulders. But, all he had as a response was silence.

He, then, started to shake Sunny, trying to get a reaction out of him.

“SAY SOMETHING!”

Just like all of the other attempts, this one had no effect on the dreamer boy.

Castiel, who had no patience left to be on that situation.

“You know what. Give me this piece of crap!” the redhead exclaimed, grabbing the paper from the other’s hand.

He quickly signed what he had to sign and handled it back to Sunny.

“There! Are you happy now?!” the bad boy questioned. The dreamer said nothing. He just nodded, turned around and left.

Castiel rapidly had a cigarette to relax.

“F*cking weirdo!” he stated angrily.

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Now, it was time to talk with the other boy.

“Wow, you miraculously managed to solve this in your own. I have to admit I am surprised that someone that can barely speak a full sentence managed to be so convincing” Nathaniel sassed, not wasting his opportunity of humiliating the dreamer.

But, this time, Sunny came prepared to say something back at the class president.

“A boy with no ability to lead managed to become class president. Anything can be possible” he stated nonchalantly.

“Excuse me!” the blonde boy exclaimed, ready for an argument. It didn’t matter, though, cause Sunny had already left.

“What does he know about leading. I doubt he even had friends at some point in life…” Nathaniel stated, going back to his usual routine as a class president.

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Sometime passed, and, after the remaining classes, the two had more time to talk. And the boy finally explained the situation was solved.

“You faced Castiel, alone?!” Lynn yelled, incredulous at the news. Her friend nodded.

“And he ended up signing it?” she asked another time. Once again, a nod was the response.

“But, how?” the brunette girl asked.

“Persistence” Sunny answered ominously. The candy girl felt uneasy, but still, seemed to be relieved that the problems were solved… well, that’s what she thought.

“Why can’t you just take responsibility for your actions once, your little punk!” a loud shout reached the duo.

“I will show you what happens when you mess with me, B*TCH!” another scream followed soon after.

The duo, worried and curious about what was going on, immediately went into the direction of the argument.

It turns out that Castiel and Nathaniel were in the middle of a heated discussion in the hallways of the school.

“Do your worse, and I will do mine” the blonde boy responded, clearly ready for a fight.

The redhead grabbed his enemy by the collar and pinned him against the lockers.

Sunny’s first thought was to leave that place before the situation got more dangerous, but, his friend had a different idea.

“We need to stop those two!” Lynn exclaimed, rushing to stop the conflict. The dreamer boy immediately got worried.

“Hey, you two, snap out of this!” the brunette girl pleaded, getting in the middle of the battle.

“Stay out of this!” the bad boy said, pushing her away from the conflict. She was about to fall into the ground, but the dreamer grabbed her as fast as possible.

‘Time for punishment’

Wanting to put that conflict to an end, Sunny grabbed a familiar spray bottle that he put on his backpack.

The dreamer boy groaned loudly to call those two attentions.

“Won’t you two just leave already?!” the bad boy complained, noticing that the two still wanted to meddle on his business.

Sunny took the chance and sprayed the content of the bottle on the two boys’ faces.

“F*CK!”

“WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!”

“Pepper spray” the dreamer boy deadpanned. He then grabbed the girl’s hand and dragged her out of the school.

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The two kept silent the whole way. Sunny due to his quiet nature, and Lynn due to the shock.

“It’s safe” the dreamer said, letting his friends hand go and relaxing.

The brunette girl still seemed to astonished about everything that had happened.

“You okay?” Sunny asked, looking directly in her eyes.

“You… saved me” the candy girl muttered, impressed with the boy’s action.

Instead of answering him, she embraced her arms around him.

“Thank you!” Lynn exclaimed. Sunny was taken a back by the gesture.

‘Hug…?’

It had been so long since the last time he had been hugged. He didn’t even remember how it felt.

It was warm, inviting, comfortable… he finally gave in and hugged his friend back.

It felt so good as their bodies stood connected like that. He felt like he was finally home after so long.

He felt protected, accepted, and cared for.

‘Smells like flowers’

Lynn was also enjoying.

Sunny might look like a threatening and terrifying person, but, as she found out on the last few days… he was actually really nice and sweet!

He was always there to help her and always kept her company… he could be a little bit too direct sometimes, sure, but… it was clear he cared about her… and she cared for him too

“So, what about we actually going out for ice cream today? You know, to celebrate we getting out alive from that mess!” Lynn suggested.

Sunny’s face, after a long time, finally changed. He gave her a small smile.

“Sure.” _____________________________________________________

At the park, each bought an ice cream cone. She chose a strawberry ice cream, and he chose mint with chocolate chips.

Then, the duo sat on a bench nearby.

“You know, I kind of expected you would choose just vanilla” she teased.

“Vanilla can be good. Just not in the mood today” he answered.

Lynn laughed at his answer.

“You are a really mysterious guy you know. I can’t help but wonder what you are hiding” she spoke.

The dreamer got tense at the statement.

‘SHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOW’

“There is nothing interesting” he replied, trying to sound cool.

“I genuinely doubt that. Like, I don’t know much about your hobbies, your childhood, your tastes… I know you like poems and drawing, but, what else does Sunny Suzuki hides under his sweater” she laughed.

They were getting in dangerous waters. If Lynn finds out to much about his past, she will start seeing him as a monster… and he wouldn’t be able of handling that.

“Videogames”

“Huh?”

“I like videogames” the dreamer mentioned.

“I should have guessed you were a nerd” the candy girl jested. All he did in response was shrugging his elbows. He didn’t really know if he should be considered a nerd or not, but, it wasn’t like he cared about it.

“I am a bit of a player myself. I played a lot of The Sims, many farming games, a bit of Mario and Pokemon… and you? Which are your favorite games?” Lynn questioned.

“Pet rocks” Sunny answered. The brunette girl got confused.

“Pet rocks?”

“Yep”

“Are you talking about that game where you need to play rock, scissors and paper with pokemon imitations?” the candy girl asked.

“It used to be a fever back in my city. I was actually a municipal champion back in the day” the dreamer explained. Lynn giggled.

“Who would have guessed that I am in the presence of such illustrious celebrity!” she joked.

“Nah, it wasn’t such a big deal” Sunny spoke. That only made the brunette girl more intrigued.

“You don’t talk much about your hometown. How was life back in Faraway?” the candy girl asked.

He got so unfocused by the question that he ended up dropping the ice cream on the ground.

The atmosphere got awkward. She crossed a line, and ended up ruining everything.

“Sorry. I should go” Lynn said, trying to get up before she messed things even more.

The dreamer stopped her before she could.

“No, please, don’t leave me!” he shouted. The candy girl was taken aback by that.

“I… like when you are near… don’t go…” he begged, a lot lower than the last time.

Lynn blushed and, after some seconds, gave him a smile.

“Oh, okay…” she said nervously, going back to the bench.

The friendship between this two has just started, and they have yet a lot to learn and understand. They will need to learn more about each other and themselves so that they can progress.

But, not everyone will be in favor of this bond’s growing strength… _____________________________________________________

Author's Note: This chapter was definitely hard. But, all of the seeds I wanted to plant were planted.

Sunny and Lynn are now on the art club, I showed Nathaniel and Castiel’s rivalry, while also making them hate Sunny even more, and I managed to increase the closeness of Sunlight.

Next time, the rest of the female cast of the game will appear! Finally time to meet Rosalya, Kim, Peggy, Capucine and Melody.

Lynn will have new friends, and Sunny will end up with 2 formidable opponents.

Miss Gossip and Miss “How dare you hurt Nathaniel” will definitely be a pain in the ass.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment with theories, moments you liked on the chapter, or if you are excited for when Basil, Kel and Aubrey join this cast.

#omori #omori sunny #omori au #my candy love #mcl candy #amor doce #amour sucre #Sunny Suzuki

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wordscanhealme · 1 year ago

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Over 2 months passed. And I still need to share my thoughts. 18.6.2023. The day i changed my life for the better.

Before that day, I don't want to even talk about it. Nights of sobers and tears, mistakes and miserable. 18-30/6, the period of time that made me become myself again. I lived my life, i was dancing, being myself, loved, cried, laughed, watered by the rain, dirt my hand with soil, etc. I met the nice, happy and cute people, I wonder why I didn't have that feelings during my 21 years old life before... They actually "LIVE". They tell what they wanna tell, do what they wanna do, love the one they love without any doubts. That was just simply life. I think that's the reason why I decided to know more about them. Not only them, their world, their life, and ways of thinking. Of course, I have my own perspective, but I am adore that ways of living. They just simply don't hide anything, they are truly beautiful and loving. Maybe i had been living in the environment which was not for me. So i was amazed by how others live with full of love and respects, especially for women, I love how they treat women kindly and gentle. Actually it is my goal lol - to find someone respects me by all he has, care about what i think, protect me at any cost, lead me to the right paths no matter how I fucked everything up.. I know what myself want after this short trip, I know who i'm gonna love, i know what I have to do to have all I've ever wanted. Sadly, not here, not this city, not with the people who keep bringing me anxiety and self-doubts. But don't get me wrong, I mean I still love the environment I've created for myself, i fell blessed everyday. Because I have the universes always beside and leading me closer to what i want to be. I feel blessed because I have family, they're all well, i have coffee everyday. And the most important things is faith. I have a strong faith for everything. Some last words for you, thank you for teaching me what love is, what guys do when they respect a girl, what princess treatments are. i will never open the door for who consider me as a low-valued woman. And I'm trying everyday to be better at everything, so I can stand by your side- happy, smile and kiss you like i did.

#positive mental attitude #love #self care #relationship #feeling #trip

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donttalkaboutmemes · 1 year ago

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Dinosaur (2000) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 110 sentences from Dinosaur to use for your enjoyment!

1. “Some things start out big, and some things start out small. Very small. But sometimes the smallest thing can make the biggest changes of all.”

2. “Oh, I always have to go when stuff’s happening.”

3. “It’s a cold-blooded monster from across the sea. Vicious, flesh-eating.”

4. “You keep that thing, one day we’ll turn our backs, it’ll be picking us out of its teeth.”

5. “Things like that eat things like us as snacks.”

6. “You’d better hurry up. It looks hungry.”

7. “It’s okay. We’ll teach him to hate meat.”

8. “Watch his head. I…I mean watch it. He could bite.”

9. “This monster’s got no teeth. What’s he gonna do, gum us to death?”

10. “Look at that sweet little face. Does that look like a monster to you?”

11. “Come on! Pick on somebody your own size!”

12. “It’s a shame you don’t like kids.”

13. “Let’s hope he’s found some new material.”

14. “I’m known as the professor of love and school’s in session!”

15. “I’m a raging epidemic of romance.”

16. “To hear him tell it, he put the prime in primate.”

17. “Listen and learn from the master.”

18. “Don’t jump into the trees after the first boy with a cute backflip.”

19. “It’s more fun if you keep them guessing.”

20. “If I cute backflip doesn’t work, guess.”

21. “You’re never going to forget this day, so make it one to remember.”

22. “If you mess up, don’t worry. They’ll never remember.”

23. “Make ‘em look good, son.”

24. “With my charm and your brains, no problem.”

25. “Look what just pulled into town.”

26. “Hey, haven’t you heard? I am the action!”

27. “The clan still has one bachelor.”

28. “It’s never really been his best event.”

29. “He’s got a tougher hide than mine.”

30. “If only there was someone on this island for you.”

31. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

32. “Walkin’ backwards, huh? Well, let me know if that gets you there any father.”

33. “Keep those little legs movin’ or you’ll get left behind.”

34. “All this pushing and shoving about, just for a place to sleep. I’m not used to this kind of behavior.”

35. “You wanna get to the nesting grounds alive? Show some backbone.”

36. “He doesn’t normally warm up to strangers.”

37. “This is my family. We’re all that’s left.”

38. “It is the most beautiful place there is, child.”

39. “Will we find anybody that looks like us there?”

40. “The last few days, I’ve seen ‘em all shapes and sizes. Who knows what we’ll find.”

41. “The hard job now is just getting there.”

42. “An older woman like myself, it’s…well…it’s positively indecent.”

43. “Why aren’t you uphill with the young bloods?”

44. “Hm. Let the weak set the pace. Now there’s an idea.”

45. “Better let me do the thinking from now on.”

46. “Don’t worry. That’s how my brother treats newcomers. No matter how charming they are.”

47. “You sure know how to catch a girl’s eyes there, stud.”

48. “I couldn’t be catching nobody’s eye if I was you.”

49. “Since when do we take orders from the likes of him?”

50. “I could hold that monsters brain in the palm of my hand.”

51. “Better to keep our heads down with this bunch than get ‘em bitten off by those things.”

52. “You just consider yourself lucky that’s all that’s following us.”

53. “Hey, wake up. Enough with the beauty sleep. You’re ravishing already.”

54. “I believe you left a wake-up call for the dawn of time.”

55. “The charm never stops around here.”

56. “Unless you got a death wish, you and that little parasite better get moving!”

57. “I made a real impression on her.”

58. “That, children, is what’s known as a jerkosaurus.”

59. “And with that, the ice is broken.”

60. “We’ve got a lot of first-timers here. Make sure they get it.”

61. “If this is your first crossing, listen up. There is no water til we reach the other side.”

62. “On your feet. We can’t let those things eat you.”

63. “I’m just gonna walk right into that lake until the waters up to my eyeballs and soak it all in.”

64. “Maybe the rains collected somewhere else.”

65. “Take a scout and check the entire perimeter.”

66. “Enough! You have to be strong now!”

67. “We’ve never gone this long without water. If we keep going like this, we’ll lose half the herd.”

68. “We save the half that deserves to live.”

69. “I always did like big girls!”

70. “I think they’re scared of me.”

71. “Who wouldn’t be? You are pretty scary.”

72. “A lot of us are on our own now.”

73. “Why did you help that old one?”

74. “Is that you talking or your brother?”

75. “We watch out for each other, we all stand a chance of getting to your nesting grounds.”

76. “You led them right to us!”

77. “You can’t sacrifice them like this!”

78. “If you ever interfere again, I’ll kill you.”

79. “I’ve got blisters on my blisters.”

80. “Hey, uh, you don’t look so good. Let me help you.”

81. “Save your pity. I just need some rest.”

82. “If you change your mind, we’ll be in those caves. It’s dark, but at least it’s dry.”

83. “It’s the dark part I’m having trouble with.”

84. “May I remind you that he’s one of them?”

85. “Looks like he’s one of us now.”

86. “If I could sleep that deep, I’d be in paraside.”

87. “If you could sleep that deep, honey, you’d be dead.”

88. “Why is he doing this, pushing them on with false hope?”

89. “It’s hope that’s gotten us this far.”

90. “Why doesn’t he let them accept their fates?”

91. “It’s your choice, not your fate.”

92. “Back to what? It’s gone. We’re not meant to survive.”

93. “How dare you wase that good fortune by simply giving up!”

94. “The worst of it is you allowed an old fool like me to believe I was needed, that I still had a purpose.”

95. “I, for one, am not willing to die here.”

96. “Our survival, our future, is over these rocks.”

97. “Watch them, they’re tough. If they can do it, so can you.”

98. “He’s led that monster right to us!”

99. “If we scatter, he’ll pick us off. Stand together.”

100. “Welcome home.”

101. “Move over, everybody. Bringing in babies is what I do best.”

102. “Somebody wants to meet you.”

103. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest little small fry I ever did see.”

104. “Meet your dad. He’s not as crazy as he looks.”

105. “Let met get a good look at you. Yup, you’re your father’s son.”

106. “Hey, look what I found! New neighbors!”

107. “Are you ladies up for a game of monkey in the middle?”

108. “None of us really know what changes, big or small, lie ahead.”

109. “One thing is certain, our journey’s not over.”

110. “We can only hope that in some small way, our time will be remembered.”

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eternally--mortal · 3 years ago

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There’s no way Annabeth hasn’t been learning Egyptian magic spells in her free time.

Seriously. She and Percy have been suffering through close calls for so long. And Annabeth knows that she’s been at a physical disadvantage. She’s seen other demigods. Children of Athena are amazing and intelligent, but Annabeth can never face a problem head-on; she always has to work around it. In situations where the best way out is to brute force it, Annabeth has to work twice as hard to find a solution.

Well, guess what, Annabeth’s finally found a way to match Percy’s power.

And it’s through studying.

A whole new language of possibilities that she can mix and match when a powerful enemy shows up (because, from where I’m sitting, only two categories of monsters are chasing after Percy nowadays: One (1): idiots. And Two (2): major powerhouses who barge in, confident that they can take him out).

And let’s not forget Annabeth’s Norse heritage and the potential for Rune knowledge.

I promise you this. In the future of demigod history, Annabeth is going to be in bold print in the history books, not because she was Percy’s girlfriend/wife who tagged along on all his adventures with the power of friendship and spunky smarts, but because she was a master study of an amalgamation of pantheons to the point that she’s considered more dangerous than witches like Medea.

Annabeth may not be studying under the traditional title of ‘witch’ like Hazel is, but this girl is using magic to weaponize her brain.

There is nothing that this woman would not do to more conveniently protect her family —to put a stop to the absolute shit that she and Percy have been through.

I give you example A:

Sadie: This is our secret mansion which you can totally probably see with your holy voodoo magic god blood. Carter can show you the library, because Annabeth you’ll probably love that for some reason. The entrance is right—

Carter: Sadie, no, wait!

Carter: We have to invite them in.

Sadie: Wat? No, that’s only for—

Carter: *gesturing at Percy and Annabeth* Demigods

Sadie: Ooh. Right. Sorry. That could have been painful.

Percy: I’m sorry, but what?

Carter: We have a security system.

Annabeth: And it keeps out gods?

Carter: Only until you invite them in.

Annabeth: *eyeing Percy*

Annabeth: And could you, say, teach this spell to us?

Annabeth: Would it keep out Greek gods?

Annabeth: Even just one god, specifically.

Annabeth: Let’s say, a marriage goddess?

Percy: . . .

Percy: That would be great, actually

Percy: Now can we talk about how your house treats us like Vampires.

Annabeth is suddenly using magic everywhere, and it’s not just to protect them against monsters. It’s also to protect Percy from himself.

And I don’t just mean she makes him learn some hieroglyphs (which she does. He literally carries a pen with him. He might as well use it to write once in a while. Maybe the pen is as mighty as the sword).

Percy doesn’t have to use explodey-mountain powers when his girlfriend can speak just the right word and level a street. He won’t need to blood-bend against hostile gods, because Annabeth designs fortifications and pendants to keep the gods far away unless they have the proper permission.

Which totally spazzes Zeus out, by the way. All of a sudden, Annabeth isn’t just an inconvenient enabler for her Threat boyfriend. Annabeth is the Threat.

Zeus: I though you gave a prophecy to the Jackson kid.

Dionysus: Which Johnson kid?

Hermes: The new one. Charlie.

Dionysus: Ugh, the tiny one.

Apollo: I did. I mean, I tried. But the oracle doesn’t work around him.

Zeus: And why not?

Athena: Annabeth gave him a pendant.

Zeus: Well tell him to take it off!

Apollo: We, uh. We suggested that.

Zeus: And?

Apollo: *pulls up an IM screen recording. A twelve-year-old boy appears. He has Percy’s nose. . . Annabeth ears . . .*

Charlie: No. I am strictly grounded from quests. Forever. You have a prophecy for me, right? What’s Zeus gonna do? Kill me? Not if you want your prophecy fulfilled.

It’s also a great path for further developing Annabeth’s empathy for Percy’s frustrations with his own powers. We talk a lot as a fandom about Dark!Percy, but what about Annabeth’s side of things. She’s been terrified of her boyfriend, and he knows, and she knows he knows. Annabeth has seen Percy in his wrath, but she’s also seen how negatively her own fears affect him. There’s no way she would look at that and not search to the ends of the earth for some way to reassure him, or at least to support him.

Annabeth’s all calculated plans and building architecture and trying to make things last. She believed for years that Percy was going to die from the prophecy, and she attached herself to the idea of ignoring what would happen to him and instead trying to preserve Luke, because, by the gods, there was no way she was going to lose both of them. But look at how much Annabeth was ready to tear into Hera. More than ever, right now Annabeth has the motivation to throw out preservation and flip the script. I want Annabeth to experience what being destructive feels like. I want her to succeed and an want it to be beautiful and terrible. I want her to make mistakes. I want her to underestimate herself and overdo it. I want her to begin to understand her power to the point where she walks into situations with the weight of knowledge, debating whether it’s worth it to let a potential enemy live, or if she should just kill them now and save herself the trouble later. And I want Percy to step in and balance her out again.

In the end, I want Annabeth to realize that it’s not the power that’s scary, but learning to use it the right way and at the right time. Learning to lean on people, and to find people that will help you to balance it instead of just being afraid of you. Annabeth’s new magic—her knowledge—isn’t evil, and Percy’s power isn’t either.

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lilyswrittenworks · 2 years ago

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First Match

Warning(s): None

Synopsis: You and Piccolo agree on a friendly sparring match that solely relies on each other’s skills through close quarter combat.

The odd little friendship you had with Piccolo had evolved over the course of months. From hardly talking to one another, to engaging in a conversation—well, it was mostly you that did all the talking. Piccolo might not be a man of many words–a Namekian as you had recently learned– however, his body language accompanied by the way he pays close attention to every word you say and would gesture for you to continue on whatever you were explaining is proof enough that he’s always listening.

Of the times that you aren’t rambling like usual, he would be the one to initiate a conversation with you. In those moments when he did, it was him giving you pointers on certain techniques you were practicing, even sharing you a great deal of knowledge about his own martial art skills.

That’s what he was doing right now, the only difference was that he was genuinely intrigued by your own techniques.

“Those techniques… are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Where did you learn that from?”

You chuckled at his genuine curiosity as you straightened yourself from your stance. “They were taught to me by my sabumnim, of course I perfected them over time and tweaked them to my liking. Don’t get me wrong I still uphold her techniques and will continue to do so in her honor. But I am always experimenting with newfound techniques that work for me nowadays.”

His eyes shifted to the ground with his brows drawn together in thoughtful consideration before meeting your gaze. “I see… your master taught you well from the looks of it.”

You smiled, placing your hands on your hips and puffing out your chest with pride. “Of course she did! People often questioned her brutal training methods as being too harsh, as crazy as her methods were. It gave results.”

Piccolo raised his brows in surprise. “She? So your master was a woman then?”

“You sound surprised.” You saw his features hardened almost immediately to hide whatever he was thinking.

“Well, yes, it's uncommon to see any women being a part of the martial arts.”

Piccolo does make a valid point. Throughout your years of being a martial artist it was rare to see any women taking part in a mostly male oriented art. Knowing that not many young women take part in it is mainly due to the lack of inclusivity especially the stigma that women shouldn't be involved because of some dumb reason to scare them off and it was frustrating. You wanted to make a change, the same way your master did too to get to where she was. You worked your way up until you were worthy enough to open your own school and teach not only young boys but to young girls as well.

“You're not wrong. That's why I became an instructor in the first place. To prove those egotistical instructors and masters alike that a woman can be better and stronger than a man.” You adamantly expressed.

Before he could even respond you had suddenly blurted out.

“Fight me.”

His eyes widened and for a moment his left knee gave way in a comical way but he quickly righted himself. He wasn't even certain if he heard you correctly, quite ironic since he has a good sense of hearing. “W-What?!”

“I said: fight me.” You repeated.

Your eyes remained locked onto Piccolo for a response. He remained frozen in place struggling to find the words and was hesitant to accept your request. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was having an internal debate and you found it funny that he was freaking out about fighting you.

“How about this,” He blinks to focus his attention on you, “We treat this like any other sparring match, with the exception of only using close quarter combat and kicks. No flying, no strange energy beams—you get the idea.”

You were hoping he would at least consider it even if he refused. It wouldn't upset you in the slightest, in fact, you will be looking forward to it when he does decide to accept your proposal. It makes you wonder why he’s even hesitating in the first place.

“Fine.” Piccolo unfolds his arms and begins to take off his cape.

To your surprise the pointed shoulder caps that were attached to his cape landed with a loud crunching thud. Is his clothing…weighted? You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing as he removed his turban revealing a pair of antennae that were hidden underneath.

Just when you were beginning to slowly learn more about him only to be reminded that there are still some details about him and his physiology that you're unfamiliar with. Fueling your ever growing curiosity towards him.

You gestured towards his discarded clothing with a chuckle. “Never would’ve thought those were weighted.”

Piccolo’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t tell me you're easily scared by the weights alone.”

Did he just…? He’s teasing you!

“Pff, please! I’m not so easily scared.” You took a deep breath as you shifted your stance, positioning yourself into an L-stance. With your palms open where you extend your left arm outward matching with your leg and your right hand resting lightly onto your forearm. This was your signature fighting position. “I’ll be letting you know when we should start. I'm looking forward to this.”

“Is that so?” Piccolo followed suit. The smirk being more prominent that you could see the white of his fangs poking out from under his lips. “I won’t disappoint.”

You and Piccolo remained grounded from where you two stood— still as a statue—until you shouted.

“Shijak!”

With unnatural speed, Piccolo bolted to strike you with a flurry of punches, of which you barely avoided if not for your instinctual evasion. He kept on striking with his speed to overwhelm your small frame. You won’t lie, it had taken you by surprise and you should have known better since he’s another race entirely, a Namekian no less. Gradually as you kept up with his pace you were able to predict his movements.

Without warning you evaded his oncoming strike and then simultaneously grabbed a hold of his wrist and struck him in the knee which caused him to lose balance. In one swift motion you twisted his wrist and used your free hand to add pressure to the back of his neck, more particularly where a pressure point was located. Piccolo’s body went slack for a moment before his muscles flexed and was overcome by a wave of pain from both neck and wrist. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes were shut.

You then manipulated his body to move wherever you pleased and so you took him by the edge of the lake and then tossed him in.

By the time he went under you had already moved far away from the lake as you waited for him to resurface. You watched as the surface bubbled—the water rippled and suddenly breaking the surface was Piccolo soaked to the bone that his gi was sticking to his skin. It was comical seeing him dart his head around before eventually turning around to face you. He wasn’t all too thrilled that you had puppeteered him so effortlessly and then had the balls to throw him in the lake. You could tell from the glare he was throwing at your direction that no one had ever thought to throw him in the way that you had, in fact, you were the first.

Your body moved along with the strong gust of wind that was hitting in your direction causing the fallen leaves and wildflowers to fly around with the current that was swirling around you. Your right leg curled elegantly in a semicircle, positioning yourself into a more grounded stance. Using your extended hand that was pointed towards him— “the giving hand” as you’d like to call it— and coaxed him to come over.

Predictably it set him off.

He jumped out of the water and once his feet touched the ground he instantly made a dash. When he was close enough he went for an uppercut initially aiming towards your stomach, however you simply moved out of the way at an angled displacement and struck him hard by the side of his neck with your fingers.

Piccolo cried out in shock, the feeling in his right arm was rapidly weakening as you went to strike him from behind. He was quick to recover however, and whipped around to grab your arm in an almost death grip, which he had to lessen so as to not accidentally break your arm. Piccolo was preparing to yank you towards him until you utilized a quick sleight of hand movement to free yourself from his grasp giving you a chance to distance yourself from him.

He was beginning to grow frustrated at how easily you have been outmaneuvering him with such little effort, barely breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, he was starting to pant and sweat was trickling down his face.

As he went to do a back kick only for you to dash towards him effectively stopping his kick midway through. You grabbed his already weakened arm by the wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction using your other hand to hold down his shoulder and forcefully made him bend over. There you forced him to follow you into a circle and he had no choice but to follow alongside you.

In the midst of it all the moment the two of you locked eyes and time seemed to slow down. You were fixated on him with a smile that reached your eyes. Through Piccolo’s steely gaze you caught it just in time when there was a quick subliminal look in them that you couldn’t quite pinpoint what he was trying to convey to you.

Then time seemed to resume and so did your match with Piccolo. Exchanging blows, blocking, and counter attacking each other’s strikes. Piccolo went to push you away; he had accidentally used too much of his strength and because of this mistake he had sent you hurtling towards a tree. Almost immediately he extends his arm to incredible lengths catching you by the waist and pulling you towards him.

Your head was spinning for a good minute and massaging your temple to ease the wave of nausea that swept over you. Meanwhile Piccolo kept a close eye on you with his arm firmly wrapped around your waist until you had recovered your bearings.

Piccolo carefully lets you go. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok.” Your hand was pressed up against his abdomen for support. When you met his gaze you were surprised to see the worry written across his features.

This is the first time you’ve ever seen him show a visible reaction besides the usual stern, if not, indifferent front. Seeing him worry for you was causing your chest to swell with a strange warmth.

His eyes examined you one last time as he then hummed in thought. “You fought admirably back there. It’s not everyday I get to spar with someone that’s different from what I’m used to.”

“Different is good, you know?” You hid your hands behind your back and averted you eyes to the ground where your hair covered just enough to conceal the redness of your cheeks, “It has helped me in many ways by just sparring with different people, because if you think about it, do you really think your learning by sparring the same person? Or maybe someone similar? Not really.”

As you looked up to him the redness of your cheeks were no longer present and the corners of your lips curled into a smile. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, Piccolo. I’m looking forward to sparring with you more often from now on!”

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welkinsky · 3 years ago

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Team 7 Men | How Will They React To Shy Crush (Part 2)

Anon Request: The thing is I am way too shy but also have a strong temper. My fav characters are Naruto and Kakashi and I feel like they would be very protective. How would they react to the shy woman Who is scared to show what she feels and It's insecure with her body?

Author's Note: I added Sasuke too since you mentioned that you like him as well. Aaaand I feel you on this soooo bad because I'm the same I basically Raj from Big bang theory on this one so I feel how frustrating it is. And sorry for being late on this one :P

Parts: Kakashi, Naruto & Sasuke

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Okay, so this guy is the definition of an extrovert and you couldn't help but admire that about him. Plus the way he is nice to literally everyone he come across.

At first you were the girl who admired him from the back. But soon enough you were a skilled shinobi too who was fighting on higher missions and leading teams.

You were not really involved much with team 7 but sure were tight friends with others so you came accross him couple of times but never really had a solid conversation because you were too shy to talk and he had the attention span of a baby.

You were a sensei and had your own team pretty early as compared to others because of how good you were at teaching and you aimed to be a teacher too.

On this one mission, you were out with your team and were ambushed by some burgular.

They sure were weak but they had some advance weapons and it doesn't helped the fact that one of your member was injured so you were carrying him on your back.

You all had to retreat and call for help as you've lost your supplies too. You were waiting in a cave when you got the message back that team 7 is on it's way.

You were happy to know that Sakura was there to treat your student but then you realised that HE will be there too.

You started preparing all these ways it'll go and started thinking the worst. The first interaction that you'll have with him is in this situation where you've clearly failed your team. It wasn't that big of a deal but well, your overthinking said otherwise.

You were anxiously waiting for them to arrive and they finally did. You were ready for the comment or a look atleast from him about how bad you did.

"Are you guys aright? You made the best decision to fall bad! I've heard those guys are brutal ya know"

And there it was... No comment no looking down on you but praising you for whatever you've done. You wanted to cry and tell him how bad you felt all this time and this is exactly what you wanted to hear. Lol you kept your grounds.

Once everyone was healed and all healthy and ready to leave it was night time and raining. Both bad odds considering those guys could be out there still. So you all decided to stay till morning.

You were meditating in the rain sound when you heard footsteps and it was him. As you opened your eyes and looked to your left it was him, looking outside. His face was lit as the thunder roared.

"I wish I was as smart as you are Y!/N" he said still looking out. You were about to say something like "Not the best time to say this" but you kept quiet and then finally asked, "Why would you say that?"

He took a moment, still deap in thoughts and looking out, "Well, you see, if I was smarter I'd be able to solve way too many things without someone always being there to take care of me" he pointed towards his belly and then continue after a break, " And I'd have been able to avoid somethings happening too. "

"You mean being able to stop Sasuke?" You said without thinking. He looked back at you shocked. You realised what you said, " I'm so so sorry I didn't meant to step over the line or anything. I don't know it just came out I-"

He cut you off with, "Seee this is what I meant you are always able to understand what the other person is feeling or thinking and Handel it so well"

You were confused by "always" what does that mean? Was he always noticing me? Wha-

"What? Don't even think for a second that we don't notice how strong and smart you are. We even envy you sometimes." He said rubbing the nape of his neck with a sheepish grin.

"but I got everyone in this mess and-"

"And you were smart enough to pull back when it was needed. You're not hot headed idiot like me." He completes the sentence.

You were shocked but happy. Then it hit you.. you've been sitting waaay too close to him and TALKING aaand your normal self was back.

"Hope we get to hangout when we're back" he said smiling at you. But it was not a normal look, it was as if he's trying to find something in your expression or trying to read them.

"OKAY" you said very loudly to which Sakura shushed you. "Sorry"

"Okay, I'd love that" you said quietly to him and went back inside to sleep and get your heart rate down.

"Alright then, it's a date" he said while your back was faced to him. You turned and he had this grin on his face that was clearly teasing but happy.

You couldn't help but just blushed and nodded and went back to sleep.

He slept next to you that night and tried his best to not hug you. Buuuut you did that in your sleep anyways. Your reactions were so funny in the morning to Sakura and your students.

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Parts: Kakashi, Naruto & Sasuke (coming soon!)

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years ago

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Disappointments - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x f!Mom!reader ft. Katsumi and Katsuo

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, crack, comfort

Summary: Bakugou always wanted a son and was extremely happy when his firstborn was Katsuo. Unfortunately, Katsuo didn’t have a quirk like he expected, but he still loved him nonetheless. Besides, his second born and first daughter, Katsumi did have his quirk! However..things are still kinda rocky

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“AH!”

You screamed as you dodged a fast attack from your 16 year old daughter. Katsumi was blessed to inherit Bakugou’s quirk and she was truly a master with it already. At least, in your eyes and everyone else’s. To Bakugou, Katsumi wasn’t quite there yet.

You were currently sparring with your daughter as Bakugou was examining her progress. You both were about to meet in the middle with your own attacks when the timer went off, indicating the match was over. You both stopped your quirks and looked to your husband, waiting for his analysis.

Katsumi looked to her dad with a happy and excited face. This is the best she’s ever done! This is sure to impress her father! “Well Dad! How was that?”

“Katsumi…your movements are sloppy.” Katsuki said with a blank face. You stood with a confused face and watched as your daughter’s face fell in disappointment. “You’re hesitating too much and your blasts aren’t strong enough.”

“Well I’m fighting against Mom and I don’t wanna hurt-“

“You’re training and Mom is your sparring partner. You only get better if you do your best when you’re practicing. Clearly, you don’t get that.” Katsuki said, interrupting his daughter. At his words, the 3 of you were at a standstill when suddenly the back door opened and out came your 17 year old son, Katsuo.

“Hey guys! Check it out! I got accepted into the police academy! I’m gonna be a future officer!” Katsuo exclaimed with excitement. Katsuki smiled with a proud look for his son as he walked over and gave him a pat on the back.

“Nice work, Katsuo. I’m proud of you. Even without a quirk you still seem to be surpassing your sister.” Katsuki said with a quick hug, releasing awkward tension in the air.

“Uh..thanks Dad,” Katsuo said as he looked to his younger sister with a sorry look. You walked over to your two boys and smacked Katsuki’s arm as you gave him an angry look. You quickly changed your expression once you faced your son and gave him a hug.

“Congratulations baby, I’m so proud of you.” You said holding him tight.

“Thanks Mom.” He said in reply. You finally pulled off him before looking to Katsumi who had a sad look but still smiled nonetheless as she walked over to her older brother.

“Congrats Katsuo, you’re gonna do great things in the future.” Katsumi said with a quick hug.

“Yeah? Well so will you.” Katsuo said, reassuring his baby sister. You smiled at how close your two kids were. It was something every mother would dream to have. The moment was beautiful until Bakugou intervened with a cough.

“Alright, well. Now that you’re gonna be an officer, we should continue and advance your combat skills. Let’s go, son.” Bakugou said as Katsuo nodded. The two blondes then went inside the house to surely go into the underground level where combat lessons took place in your household, leaving you with your daughter in the backyard.

You looked to the 16 year old girl and saw her look of sadness. “Katsumi…”

“Mom, what am I doing wrong?” She asked you as she took a step on the stairs. You took a seat next to her and rubbed small circles on her back.

“What do you mean Katsumi? You’re not doing anything wrong.” You said in a soft tone.

“Then why is Dad never proud of me for what I do? I’ve improved so much this past week and all he has for me is harsh criticism.” She exclaimed.

“Sweetie, your dad just wants to make sure that when you do become a hero, you can handle yourself.” You said trying to defend your husband and his rash thinking.

“Mom, I’m not trying to be needy, but he’s never proud of me. Ever! Like when you guys found out what schools we were going to? Katsuo gets into UA for general studies and Dad jumps for joy. I get into UA for the hero course and Dad tells me I might not be able to handle it! What’s up with that?!” Your daughter shouted.

“Katsumi, it’s just-“

“It’s just that he hates me! And for what?! I thought he’d be proud to have a kid with his quirk and who’s going to be a hero just like him but instead I’m casted away!” She shouted again.

“Katsumi, your dad doesn’t hate you. He loves you.” You calmly say with compassionate eyes.

“You’re lying!” She screamed at you. At that, Katsuki opened the back door when he heard all the yelling.

“Katsumi! What the hell do you think you’re doing yelling at your mom like that?!” He shouted. Katsumi turned to her dad with an embarrassed look as he reprimanded her. “C’mon, you get into the hero course, you get my quirk, and you get our time to help you train and you’re treating your own mother like that?! Talk about undeserving.”

“Katsuki!” You scolded your husband. Meanwhile, Katsumi’s mouth fell open in shock and as she tried to form words, only muffled struggles could be heard. Eventually growing frustrated she gave out a shout of anger and fury.

“UGH!” She cried out in angst before pushing her father out of the way and running up to her dorm.

“Hey! Watch it you brat! I’m your dad for crying out loud!” Katsuki shouted at her as she ran. You sighed before standing up and walking into the house.

“If you’re her dad then why don’t you start acting like it, Katsuki.” You said as you walked by him and up the stairs to enter your shared bedroom. Katsuki looked at you in confusion before shaking his head and going back to help his son with training.

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It was late at night when you finally stepped out of your room. Katsuki had been in and out of it for multiple reasons, mainly to try and speak to you, but when you only gave him brief responses, he eventually just gave up and allowed you time to yourself. You walked out your room and went down the hall to your daughter’s bedroom.

“Katsumi?” You asked softly while knocking, no response. You tried once more only to wake up the other sibling by accident.

“Mom?” Katsuo asked as he yawned and opened his bedroom door. It was clear he was sleeping and you felt sorry for disturbing his peace.

“Hey, Katsuo, I’m sorry for waking you. I just..I just wanted to..”

“To check on Katsumi? Because of the way Dad treats her right?” Katsuo asked. You looked to your son with a hurt expression, saddened at the fact that both your kids were aware of the supposed favoritism.

You walked to Katsuo and kissed his forehead. “Go back to sleep, hun. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

“Why does Dad treat her like that?” He asked.

“….I wish I could tell you. But that’s what I’m going to figure out right now. Go back to bed, okay?” You said as you began walking down the stairs. You heard your son’s door shut as you traveled the house to look for your husband. You eventually stumbled upon him sitting at the island with a cup of tea and book in hand. “Katsuki?”

“Hey, there you are. You finally ready to talk to me?” He asked with the smallest smile, happy that he finally gets to see your face after a few hours. You walked to him with a quick smile and pecked his cheek before taking the seat next to him and putting on a serious face. “What’s up?”

“…Is..is there something wrong with Katsumi?” You asked your husband hesitantly. He looked at you in confusion and pushed his book away.

“No. No, Y/N, why would you ask me that? There’s nothing wrong with Katsumi.” He said softly.

“So then why do you treat her like that?” You asked. He tilted his head as he made a face.

“What do you mean?”

“Katsuki..you treat her like she’s only second best. And considering she’s only 1 of our 2 kids, you treat her like she’s..well, last. The worst.” You explained as Bakugou’s face began to fall and stiffen. “….When she and I were talking outside, she said you didn’t love her.”

“Y/N, I love Katsumi. I love both of our kids equally-“

“So then why don’t you make that known to Katsumi? Ever since her quirk kicked in, you’ve barely even smiled at her. Yet you praise Katsuo like he’s our only child.” You stated.

“Because Katsuo is….he’s Katsuo! He’s a great kid-“

“And so is Katsumi.” You said interrupting him.

“I know she is but Katsuo is just a perfect prodigy. He’s smart, diligent, strong, quick on his feet, and flexible in any situation. He’s going to be an amazing her- ..officer.” He said, going on about how his son was so great. At his last words, it was obvious what your husband really wanted to say.

“Katsuki, I know you better than anyone else in the world. We’ve been together since we were 14 years old and I know that for the longest time you wanted a son so you could raise the next generation ‘Bakugou Katsuki.’” You said, urging a small smile out of Katsuki. “But Katsuo isn’t the one in the hero course like you were. Katsuo isn’t the one training to be a future pro like you did. Katsuo isn’t the one with your quirk. Katsumi is.”

“…But she shouldn’t be. That quirk should’ve gone to our son.” Bakugou said with a stern voice in a gentle manner.

“Katsuki, how could you say that?” You asked with a cracked voice.

“Because Y/N! Katsumi is a great kid and all..but she’s not ready for the power of my quirk.” Your husband exclaimed.

“She’s been training with it for 12 years! You’ve been training her and teaching her how to use her quirk, so does that mean you’re failing as a mentor?” You asked.

“No, it means Katsumi is failing as a mentee! Katsumi is smart and she has all the qualities to make a fine hero! But she’s wild and reckless and lets her emotions get the best of her. Unlike Katsuo! Katsumi’s attitude mixed with the quirk could get her into serious trouble! Trouble she wouldn’t know how to get out of! Unlike Katsuo!” Bakugou ranted until a voice came through.

“So that’s what this is about?” You both looked behind you to find a disappointed Katsumi standing with teary eyes, holding in her sobs and refusing to allow water to pour from her ruby eyes.

“Katsumi..” Bakugou began.

“This isn’t about me at all. This is about you thinking Katsuo should’ve been the one to get your quirk.” She let out with a broken voice.

Katsuki bit his tongue and thought about his words wisely. “Sweetie, it’s not like that, and I’m sorry if it sounds like that’s the case but-“

“But you just think I’m not good enough for your quirk.” Katsumi said with a sad smile as she walked closer. “You think I’m a failure….there’s nothing more that you could teach me Dad.”

“Katsumi, your dad-“

“Mom, I love you and I respect you so much but there’s nothing you can say that could make up for what he’s said and how he’s treated me for the past 12 years.” You daughter said to you kindly. She then turned to Katsuki who’s chest was aching as he held in a nervous breath. “I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.”

With that, your daughter ran back up to her room and slammed her door shut, leaving you two in guilt and silence. Katsuki got up to try and go after his daughter but your soft and gentle hand stopped him. He looked down to you with sad eyes and watched as you shook your head.

“We should give her some time to cool off…let’s just..we should just get to bed.” You said walking off. Katsuki followed you up the stairs and into the master bedroom but not before looking at his daughter’s door. He released the tense breath he was holding before shutting his own door and climbing into bed, already thinking of ways to make it up to his one and only daughter.

—

Sadly, when you woke up at such an ungodly hour in the morning, it was because you had work. You wanted to stay and help your daughter with her recent discoveries but you just had to hope your husband would be able to handle it.

With Katsuki now being a pro-hero and a dad, he’s allowed himself to sleep in every now and then but today seemed to be different. Once you were done getting ready and all dressed, Katsuki had awoken from his slumber.

“Suki, hey, what are you doing up?” You asked as you took a seat next to him in the bed and kissed his cheek.

“I was gonna get a head start on a big breakfast for the kids. I really need to make it up to Katsumi.” He admitted as he rubbed his face to try and wake himself up.

“Yeah..that..” you said as you looked down. You turned to your husband again and held his hand. “Please..let Katsumi know just how much you love her..because I know you do..and she needs to know that too.”

Katsuki nodded at your words and you gave him a small smile before you both leaned in for a kiss goodbye as you finally walked out of the room, out of the house, and went on your way to work. Back in the house, Katsuki allowed himself to get ready and shower before heading into the kitchen to make Katsumi’s favorite breakfast. Chawanmushi. Oh wait, that’s Katsuo’s favorite breakfast meal. That was when he realized he didn’t know what Katsumi enjoyed for breakfast. The father cursed at himself before banging his head into the refrigerator multiple times. Coming up with an idea, he went to find his son for some help.

“Katsuo..”

“Mmm…”

“Katsuo! Wake up!”

“Five more minutes…”

“Get up!” Katsuki said, tugging at his son’s blanket causing him to flop to the ground.

“Woah!” Katsuo shouted as he fell. He popped his head back up over the bed as he finally opened his E/C eyes. “Ow, Dad! What the heck? It’s Sunday! Why are you waking me up at 6 in the morning?”

“What’s Katsumi’s favorite breakfast meal?” Katsuki asked in a hushed voice, trying not to wake the teenage girl in the room over. At his father’s words, Katsuo finally woke up from his daze and looked at his father in slight and subtle shock.

“Why?” Katsuo asked.

“I need to make up the past 12 years. I’m going to make this the best day Katsumi’s ever had.” Katsuki promised. His son smiled at his Dad’s new point of view and happily stood up.

“She likes tamago kake gohan. With extra seaweed and a side of pickled daikon.” Katsuo said. Katsuki nodded and began to walk away while his son got back in bed. “Oh and Dad?”

“Yeah son?” Katsuki said, turning around at the doorway.

“Don’t let this be the only day you’re nice to Katsumi.” Katsuo said as he rested his head once more. Katsuki once again nodded with a look of disappointment before shutting his son’s door and heading back to the kitchen. On his way there, he couldn’t help but think about how bad of a father he’s been. He had to make it up to his daughter.

—

“Katsumi…hey, Katsumi. Wake up.”

As the 16 year old girl opened her eyes, that were puffy due to last night’s crying, she took notice of her father hanging over her head. She looked at him with a full stare as he furrowed his brows at the sight of her.

“Have you been crying?” Katsuki asked in a gentle tone. Katsumi sat up and wiped at her eyes before replying.

“No, I did that last night after I found out I was a disappointment.” Katsumi said with venom. It made Katsuki wince but his daughter didn’t react the slightest bit.

“Katsumi..I know a lot of miscommunications happened last night-“

“Miscommunications?!-“

“But I want to make it up to you. Because you’re right. I haven’t been the greatest father to you. So if you’ll let me, I wanna start fixing my mistakes now.” Katsuki said as he stood a little straighter and offered his hand. Katsumi hesitantly took her Dad’s hand and followed his lead as he led her to the kitchen. “And I’m going to start with this.”

Katsumi looked at the kitchen island covered in her favorite breakfast meals and sides. The sight made her smile softly as she spoke aloud. “You..know my favorite breakfast?”

“Well actually-“

“Of course he does, sis. He’s always known.” The two looked to Katsuo who was making his way down the stairs as he walked to the table to sit for breakfast. Katsuki looked at his son with thankful eyes as his son sent him a subtle nod. Katsumi excitedly joined her brother along with Katsuki as the three sat and ate breakfast together. They sat and ate their meals with smiles on their faces as they held lighthearted conversations, a familiar happy vibe filling the air. The last time Katsumi felt that way around her dad was about 12 years ago. “So, I’m gonna be heading out today. I made plans with Ichiro and his family.”

“Really? You’re gonna ditch us to hang out with Deku and his family?” Katsuki asked sarcastically with a raised brow.

“No. I’m gonna hang out with Ichiro, who yes happens to be Uncle Izuku’s son, and leave the two of you. Alone. All day. While Mom’s at work. Leaving you two. Alone. All day.” Katsuo said with a forced smile trying to give his dad a hint that he thankfully got. Katsuki looked off to the side and sucked at his teeth.

“Well kids should still ask instead of just telling their parents what they’re gonna do.” He said and took a bite of rice.

“If I ask are you gonna say no?”

“…No.”

“Alright then.” After that, they three continued to eat while Katsuki silently thanked his son for this opportunity to make up with Katsumi. Finally, when they were done, The two teens left to their rooms to get ready for the day while Bakugou stayed behind to clean up. He planned the entire day in his head with Katsumi, already having booked appointments, reservations, and rented places to go to.

Finally, his son was the first to come down. “Alright Dad, I’m heading out. Ichiro’s here to pick me up.”

“Alright and uh, hey! Katsuo,” Katsuki called, causing his son to turn back at him before leaving. “Thank you..for helping me with Katsumi. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course Dad. Nothing’s better than a happy family,” Katsuo said with a smile before stepping out. Man, that kid was raised right. Katsuki gave himself a little pat on the shoulder for Katsuo’s turnout before waiting for Katsumi to come down to the living room.

—

Katsuo ran outside to see his best friend and the rest of the Midoriya family in their large car waiting for him. They happily opened the doors for him as they all began their journey to head out to the carnival. They were about half way there when Katsuo spoke up, sparking a new conversation.

“Thanks for letting me join you guys. I know Sundays are usually lazy days where people hang out at home but it’s really cool you guys are heading out.” Katsuo said as he sat next to his friend in the backseat.

“What are you talking about? Sundays are lazy days.” Ichiro said. Katsuo looked at him with a confused face and laugh.

“Yeah…today is Sunday.” Katsuo said.

“Uhh, Katsuo. Today is Saturday,” Deku said upfront as he drove the car. Those words made Katsuo pull out his phone and checked the date. When he saw it was Saturday, he slumped in his seat.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Ochako asked as she turned around.

“No. I left my dad alone with my sister.” Katsuo said as he leaned back with his hands on his face.

“Why’s that a problem?” Ichiro asked.

“He doesn’t know that Saturdays are Katsumi’s ‘leave me alone, it’s at-home spa day’ days.” The blonde said. Izuku laughed upfront at the new information.

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Kacchan’s always known how to adapt in tough situations. He never struggles with anything.” Izuku said, complimenting his childhood friend.

“Umm, dear? Don’t you remember when Y/N was treating herself to a spa day because she was on her period and Bakugou tried interfering?” Ochako reminded her husband. Izuku’s eyes popped open wide at the memory of Devil-Y/N and quickly made eye contact with Katsuo through the driver’s mirror.

“Hey, Katsuo. Do you happen to know if it’s that time of month for Katsumi?” Deku asked. Katsuo’s eyes popped before he groaned and smacked his forehead, causing Ochako to follow, and then Deku. Ichiro, not really understanding the situation, looked around at his family and friend and followed their lead with a smack to his own forehead.

—

“Man, what is that girl doing up there?” Katsuki asked as he sat on the couch. After waiting about for about an hour and a half with no sight of his daughter, Katsuki decided he should go and look for her. He went up to his daughter’s room and opened the door.

“Hey Katsumi what’re you- AHH!” In a panic, Bakugou aimed a small blast at the thing he saw in front of him with no hesitation and shot at it with his quirk.

“Huh?” Katsumi silently asked as she took off a cucumber from her eye and saw the blast coming her way. “AH!” She screamed as she jumped to dodge it. “DAD! What are you doing?!”

Katsuki watched as his daughter peeled off the other green slice on her eye and looked at him in shock and confusion. “Katsumi?”

“No Dad, the president. OF COURSE IT’S ME, KATSUMI.” His daughter said sarcastically. “Why did you blast me?”

“Why do you look like that?” Katsuki asked in a shocked tone as he pointed to the mint green sludge around his daughter’s face.

“It’s a face mask! You never did one with mom before? Geez, what kind of significant other are you?” His daughter asked, standing up.

“Well what’s with the cucumbers?” Her dad asked. Katsumi rolled her eyes before answering.

“They’re to reduce the puffiness around one’s eyes,” she said and gestured to her face. Shaking off the thought of a creepy monster in his daughter’s room, Bakugou got his head back in the game.

“Okay, well I came up here to ask if you wanted to have a Daddy-Daughter day? I made a few plans already. We’ll head out to-“

“Umm, Dad. That sounds really nice but it’s Saturday.” Katsumi said as she sat on her vanity chair to fix her face mask.

“Yeah..I’m aware?” Katsuki said with a raised brow. His daughter looked back at him with the same look.

“And Saturdays are my at-home spa days. Remember?” Katsumi asked with crossed arms.

“O-Oh! Yeah, psshhhh, I knew that. Feh, duh.” Katsuki said trying to sound convincing.

“You had no idea, huh?”

“Not a clue.”

Katsumi rolled her eyes once again before standing back up to walk to her dad. “Look. It’s sweet of you to want to spend time with me after so many years, but after everything that just happened I just want to unwind by myself. I mean, unless you want to do these face masks with me.”

“Why would we need to do a face mask? Our quirk gives us perfect skin.” Bakugou said, looking down at the bowl of paste in his daughter’s hands. Katsumi looked at her dad in confusion.

“Wait..you’ve never done a face mask before?” She asked to which Katsuki shook his head. Katsumi’s face lit up at that fact. “Then you have to stay and do it with me, Dad! This’ll be great! I’ve always wanted a spa buddy and my friends are never interested and Mom’s never really had time. Of course, Katsuo’s not into it but you and I could totally do this together!”

“Uhhh, I don’t kno-“

“This could be the perfect Daddy-Daughter day!” Katsumi said, turning on a lightbulb in Katsuki’s head. The thought made him smile as he looked down to the bowl of cucumbers on his daughter’s vanity table and rubbed his chin.

—

And now Katsuki and Katsumi both sat on the living room recliners in their robes with head bands pushing back at their soft locks. Mint green facials covered their faces as cucumbers sat upon their eyes. Black paint adored their nails as the pink foam dividers kept their fingers separated. Their toes sat in foot baths as Katsumi used the TV to play relaxing music. In between them sat a bowl of water that Katsumi would drop hot rocks into every now and then to create a calming steam. Katsuki was not going to lie. This is the most relaxed he’s felt in awhile.

Katsumi peeled off one cucumber slice to take a look at her father who was laying back with a smile on his face. She giggled at the sight before leaning over. “Isn’t this great?”

At her words, Katsuki turned to her but refused to take his cool slices off his eyes. Katsumi continued on as if it was the most normal sight in the world. “The steam, the song, the spa! Everything’s so zen.”

“Zen?” Katsuki asked, finally raising one cucumber slice. “The hell does that mean?”

“You know, zen! Calm, relaxing, peaceful. That feeling you get when..” at that, Katsumi dropped another hot rock into the water to create steam.

“Ahhhhh,” the two sighed in zen as they leaned back in their chairs. They were definitely a calm duo at the moment. Before this, they had already sat in the sauna room, took a mud bath, got wrapped in seaweed, chilled in the jacuzzi, and painted their nails. This was the final step before their upcoming massages.

“Oh! And look!” Katsumi said and peeled off both cucumbers and pulled out various scented essential oils.

“What’s all that?” Katsuki asked.

“Essential oils! They’re for our massages. And look! My favorite, coconut!” Katsumi excitedly squealed. The two let out a small fit of chuckles before replacing their slices with new cold ones. After about 10 minutes, they didn’t even notice the front door opening.

“What the heck is all this?” You asked as you pulled off their cucumber slices.

“Heyyy!” The two whined. They looked up to see you standing with a small smile on your face as you examined the two.

“What’d I miss?” You asked before looking to your husband. “Hehe, Suki, this is a good look for you.”

“Shitty woman..” Katsuki grumbled as he attempted to cover himself even though he was already covered in the robe. “If you really wanna know, it’s spa day.”

“Yeah. Katsumi’s. Since when do you ever kick it at the spa?” You asked.

“Ever since my daughter invited me for a Daddy-Daughter day which you’re currently interrupting, so if ya don’t mind,” he said and tried to snatch back his cucumber slices before you tossed them aside. “Y/N!” He whined

“How long as this little spa day been going on?” You asked.

“Ever since 9 in the morning so abouttttt 10 hours already?” Katsumi said as she relaxed in her chair.

“Hm. Well, Mommy’s had a pretty tiring day so, why don’t I have my loving husband go and get my robe so I can join my daughter for a spa day.” You said taking your husband’s hands and dragging him to his feet.

“But it’s Daddy-Daughter day.” Your husband whined again.

“That’s cute, but I know Daddy-Daughter day is also an excuse for you to be avoiding the talk you need to have with her.” You whispered after pulling him in. “You can do this Katsuki.”

Your husband looked at you with worried eyes before throwing his head back and sighing.

“Fineeeeee,” he whined. “You can relax, I’ll be back with your robe, and I’ll even run you a bath afterwards because I’m that great of a husband. And..here,” he said and gave you Katsumi’s clear bottle of coconut oil. “Have some coconut water while you relax.”

“Wait- Mom-“ Before Katsumi could warn you, her dad held out a hand to signal her to quiet down.

You took the bottle with an appreciative smile as Katsuki pecked your cheek and walked on with a smirk. You happily took his seat as you took a sip of the ‘water.’ “Umm, Suki this coconut water is a little..thick?” You said and took another sip.

“That’s because it’s massage oil,” he said as he walked into your shared bedroom while you spit out the liquid as if it were a spit-take. You could hear his deep chuckle all the way from the living room and placed the bottle down in disgust.

—

You had your spa day with Katsumi and Katsuki had felt mildly accomplished with his goal. However he knew you were right. He had to speak to his daughter to clear the air. As he looked at the clock, he realized it was now 10 and the stars were bright outside. You were resting from your long day so he took the opportunity to think in peace by himself as he stepped out onto the patio. Once he opened the glass door to the backyard, he noticed his daughter sitting at the edge of the little stage and looking up.

“Hey Katsumi.” Katsuki greeted his daughter as he stood behind her. The girl looked behind her to see her father standing there with his hands in his pockets as he looked down to her with a simple smile.

“Hey dad.” She replied. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Sometimes I like to just come out here, stare at the stars and just enjoy the peace. Your mom and I used to do this a lot back when we were in UA. Before I knew it, it became one my favorite things to do.” Katsuki explained, taking a seat next to his daughter.

“..yeah..same.” She replied. He smiled at Katsumi, glad to know they had something in common. The two stared at the stars and watched as they shimmered like diamonds in a Black Sea. Some glowed brighter than others and some had little tones of color. It was beautiful and so scenic.

As the two sat in silence, Katsuki felt the guilt slowly creep up to him. The guilt of how he had been treating his daughter as of late and so he realized this might’ve been the best time to have that important talk with her. “Katsumi?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you right? Just as much as I do Katsuo.”

His daughter broke her gaze from the sky and directed it towards the ground. She scrunched her brows as she thought about it and hugged her legs a little closer. “Honestly, it doesn’t feel that way.”

Ouch. That broke Katsuki’s heart. Here was his precious baby girl who felt her own dad didn’t love her enough. Trying to find the right words, Katsuki too looked down as he fumbled with his hands until he could form a sentence. “Do you remember how I said you were wild, reckless, and allowed your emotions to get the best of you?”

Katsumi nodded before Katsuki continued. “Well…you’re just like how I was back when I was in UA. Wild, reckless, and I allowed my emotions to get the best of me.”

Katsumi looked to her dad with a tiny gasp as he continued to go on. “Being like that got me into all sorts of trouble with my teachers, with villains, my family, everyone and everything. I had issues with the media and how they saw me and I had issues with myself.”

Katsuki then turned to Katsumi as he went on. “Katsumi, the reason why I’m so proud of Katsuo is because he’s everything I could never be at his age. I admire him for that. And you? You’re just like me…and you have no idea how much that terrifies me.”

“What?” Katsumi asked in confusion. She didn’t get it. She thought her dad would want a child to be just like him. Instead, he wanted the opposite?

“All the trouble I got into for being the way that I was…I don’t want any of that to happen to you. If Katsuo got my quirk, he’d be handling it a completely different way. With his attitude, it’d be easier for him to not look like such a villain, like I once did. Heck, people still look at me in caution as if I’m gonna turn evil or something. I don’t want tabloids and social media to have my daughter’s face set up to be some criminal when I know you’re not.” He explained.

“So..do you want me to change my attitude or something? Be more like Katsuo?” She asked.

“No! God no, Katsumi, I love you for who you are. I would never ask you to change yourself especially when I didn’t change all that much. I’m still wild and reckless and sometimes I still let my emotions get the best of me but I can handle it. I’m not saying you can’t, but I would much rather prefer it if you didn’t have to.”

As Katsumi took her father’s words in, she came up with a question she’s been dying to ask for the longest time. “Dad?”

“Hm?”

“…Are you proud of me?”

Katsuki softened his look as he sat closer to his daughter. “Of course I’m proud of you Katsumi. Always have been and always will be.”

“So then why don’t you ever tell me that? Why do you only degrade me and tell me I’m in the wrong?” She asked. Katsuki took a breath before explaining his wrong doings.

“Well, there’s actually two reasons for that. I wanted you to be prepared and be at your best but that was only a partial fact. You can call me a terrible father for this and you can call me selfish, but I did it because as horrible as it sounds, probably because it was horrible of me to do, I did it because I wanted to hold you back.”

“What?” Katsumi gasped.

“Katsumi, I didn’t want you to be in the hero course. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself or for something bad to happen to you.” He explained.

“But it’s okay for Katsuo to become a hero?” She asked with a hurt tone.

“That’s different.”

“Because he has a better attitude than me or something?!”

“No!”

“Because he can handle the media and quirk better?!”

“Katsumi, that’s not it either!”

“Then what is it?! Why won’t you let me grow?!”

“BECAUSE KATSUO IS KATSUO, YOU’RE MY LITTLE GIRL!”

Katsumi stared at her father with softer eyes as he waited for an explanation.

“…You’re my little girl, Katsumi. I can’t even imagine the pain I’d feel if somebody were to hurt any of my family, but you?” Katsuki sighed as Katsumi settled down. “From the moment you were born, I made a promise to myself I would never put you in harm’s way. When I first held you, you tried your hardest to open your eyes and when you slightly did, and you saw me, you smiled. I vowed to keep that smile on your face for as long as I could. Because you’re my little girl.”

“Dad..”

“And then you got your quirk. Not just any quirk, but my quirk. I was so happy that day. I knew you were going to want to do great things with your power and I knew that with me being a pro, you’d want to do the same. And I was right. But then I realized with you being a hero, you were going to be hurt, you were going to put yourself in danger. Whether you could handle it or not you’d still be in trouble. I couldn’t let that happened.”

After Katsuki’s confession, the world went still and silence filled the air. The two sat, deep in thought, until Katsumi spoke up.

“Dad..I want to be a hero because I want to be like you.” At his daughter’s words, Katsuki snapped his head towards her. “You’re my idol. Everything I admire. That’s why I train so hard. So that I can be like you and win battles instead of losing them. I know I’m going to get hurt on the field but I’d rather get hurt doing what I love than get hurt being some protected and secluded princess. Besides, I know you’ll always save me when the time comes. You’re my hero Dad.”

Katsuki felt himself tear up at her words and allowed himself to quietly cry. “Dad, stop crying.”

“I’m not!” Katsuki growled as he wiped the obvious tears away and looked off to the side. Katsumi giggled at her father’s antics before pulling him in for a side hug. “Somehow you grew up when I wasn’t looking…I’m so proud of you Katsumi.”

“Thanks Dad. And I may have grown up but I’ll always be your little girl. I promise.” Katsuki smiled at that and kissed the crown of her head.

“Thank you Katsumi.”

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The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 3)

Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut 💊 ✨ Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k

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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldn’t expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.

It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer — which couldn’t be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it’s just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As I’ve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.

... and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.

“You do realize that guy was hitting on you in there, right?” my friend shouted from less than a foot to my right.

“He was just being nice.”

“Yeah... in a bar,” another girl chimed in, “On Halloween.”

I tried to remember the face of the man they were talking about, but my memory of his eyes blended into the flashing lights of the club. Even if I wasn’t drunk, I knew it would have been hard to remember him. Because the truth was that he wasn’t the person I wanted to see when I closed my eyes.

“Leave her alone. She’s trying to stay pure for her professor,” my friend snickered.

Despite the treachery, I still caught her before she almost pushed us both straight off the curb in her drunken state. But it wasn’t her opinion I was worried about, because at that point, I was certain she would remember none of it by the time class rolled around come Monday. It was our other acquaintance that I responded to, with a very squeaky and unreliable, “I am not doing that!”

“Yeah, what she wants isn’t pure at all,” the mess on my shoulder droned. That was enough of a reason for me to drop her, although it really resulted in both of us barely staying on our feet on the somewhat crowded sidewalk.

“Stop! It’s not like that!”

“Sure it’s not.”

Then, something else caught her attention. Knowing her, I figured that it was either a man in a scandalous costume, or it was a two for one drink deal plastered in front of a bar. I assumed it was the latter, because as soon as she finished talking, she grabbed hold of our hands and yanked us against the brick wall of the next bar.

“So you wouldn’t mind if, theoretically, Professor Reid saw you in your costume?” she asked.

I like to think that I am a relatively smart girl. After all, I had made my way to graduate school, and Spencer seemed to think that I wasn’t a complete hopeless idiot. But in that moment, I couldn’t understand why on earth she would ever think to ask me that.

Running my hands over the fuzzy pink bodysuit I was wearing, I tried to picture his reaction. As soon as I tried to look down, however, the two floppy bunny ears affixed to the hood dropped over my eyes.

“I-I mean, I guess not…?” I mumbled, my face growing hot from something other than the alcohol, “I’m wearing it in public, so...”

But then she said it — the most terrifying two words I’d ever heard in my life.

“Okay – good.”

My eyes shot up immediately, trying to follow her eyes through the crowd of drunk, costumed people. By the time that I spotted him, somewhat thankfully dressed in normal clothes, I was powerless to stop it.

“Dr. Reid!” My friend’s voice rang out into the night, “Dr. Reid, come over here!”

The moment our eyes met, I knew I was fucked. Totally, completely, and utterly fucked. A clever little grin filled his cheeks as he quickly spotted me trying to hide under my hood.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shrieked, but he was already on his way over.

“You said you didn’t mind!”

In a panicked whisper, I bit back, “I didn’t say call him over here!”

When he grew closer, though, I corrected myself. Because it was not just Spencer who was walking over. There was someone else with him. Another man, just as tall and just as beautiful as Spencer, but with a dark complexion and an even more wicked smile.

As for my company, they had already scattered into the bar behind me, leaving me with a wordless, dumbstruck look on my face that was very poorly hidden behind bunny ears.

“H-hey Prof— Dr. Reid,” I managed to get out.

“Hey,” he answered in a tone I’d never heard before. A slightly guarded, very entertained but mostly awkward stretch of the vowel.

The man beside him, however, was quick to question.

“Who’s this?”

As I said before, I like to consider myself a relatively bright person. But the alcohol that night had been both free and strong. So, when I was asked by a handsome man who I was on the Devil’s night, I answered honestly.

“I’m a bunny!” I cried, bringing my hands together over my chest and turning to present the small pink pompom affixed to my lower back.

“I can see that,” the stranger replied through a genuine chuckle. But while the action was amusing to at least two of us in the conversation, Spencer looked mortified. It wasn’t necessarily negative, though.

I couldn’t be sure, of course, considering that I had already consumed more liquor that night than I had in the past month, but something told me that Spencer was less humiliated by me, and more worried about how blatant his response to my answer was. Because when he spoke, he did so through a smile.

“She’s uh... my teaching assistant.”

“Teaching assistant, huh?” his friend repeated, clearly amused.

There was almost a challenge to the title. Something about the way he said it setting my heart into overdrive. Unable to control my own treacherous tongue, I continued to dig myself a wonderfully sized hole to jump in to.

“I’m also very good at hopping,” I said.

Once again, the better company of the two laughed. Spencer, however, covered his smile with a hand that brought attention to just how red his face had grown over the course of a few seconds. I was so distracted by it, lost in the way I could still see upturned lips just from his eye shape alone, that I failed to acknowledge the other man for a suspicious length of time.

“Well hey, don’t let me get in the way of you two catching up. Reid, I’ll go tell the hostess we’re here, so the others know where to go.”

With a firm pat on the shoulder, the man almost turned to walk away. But before he could, I drew him back again.

“Ooh, is there a party?”

Spencer, finally able to speak again, rushed his reply.

“No, it’s nothing.”

It was obviously not nothing, though. Judging by the toothy grin that his friend flashed, it was a very big not-nothing.

“Did he not tell you?” he asked with an incredulous, mischievous tone, “It’s his birthday.”

And it was, by far, the most insulting, scandalous news I’d heard that night. Enough to elicit a sharp gasp and hand reaching out to grab his wrist in a way I knew I shouldn’t have.

“You didn’t tell me it’s your birthday!”

My mind was racing, kicking myself for having not figured it out sooner. I was trying to recall the monthly staff newsletter, but then quickly remembered that I usually relied on Spencer to summarize them for me.

“It’s not my birthday,” he explained with a sigh, “It was a few days ago.”

His friend seemed pleased by my response, although he clearly saw it dwindling. My heels had already dropped back down with my hands that fell away, signaling a very different emotion than the excitement from seconds prior.

“We’re meeting up with some people for drinks and dinner. You want to come?” he asked, trying to convince me before it was too late.

But the moment had passed, replaced by loud, insecure ranting that insisted that Spencer wouldn’t have avoided telling me his birthday unless he didn’t want me to know. That meant he either didn’t enjoy making a fuss out of his birthday, or he didn’t want me to, specifically.

“Uhh...”

“Don’t answer that,” Spencer cut in, swiftly raising a hand to dismiss the other man whose name I finally learned. “Thanks Derek, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Suit yourself,” he mumbled back. But Derek, in all of his disappointment, didn’t fail to draw out one more flustered laugh from the two of us who remained as he gave a tiny half-wave and sang, “Goodbye, Bunny.”

Spencer’s neck craned back, never once leaving his friend until he had safely entered the restaurant. Once he was sure that he was safe from ridicule, or at least observation, his entire demeanor changed.

“I’m sorry about that,” he offered, but I couldn’t accept. If anyone had been a bother here, it was me (and my friends).

“No, I’m sorry I bothered you!” I rushed.

The silence stretched between us, an unsettling reminder that we rarely interacted outside of work. That he’d never known me to party, and I’d never thought of him doing something as routine and normal as celebrating a birthday. It shouldn’t have been strange, but it was.

Perhaps that feeling was what drove me to continue, proudly stating, “I promise that I will have all your work ready first thing in the morning.”

It wasn’t until Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a strange, lopsided grin that I’d realized I made a mistake.

“Um...” he spoke through laughter, “Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I’m very motivated?”

Thankfully, he saw the humiliation and was happy to offer me a graceful escape from my humiliation. “How about I give you until Tuesday, instead?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best, huh?”

I gladly took it, staring down at my heels as I tried to find anything else to focus on. Anything that wasn’t his eyes that seemed even more powerful after dark. But true to the magnetism I always experienced in his vicinity, I was drawn back into golden irises full of an emotion that made my heart beat twice as hard.

“Where did your friends go?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I just threw my thumb over my shoulder and towards the bar behind me. I didn’t turn away from him then, too scared to acknowledge that I would be leaving him soon. That we would go our separate ways again and I would have to wait until Tuesday to drown in the honey of his eyes again.

Sure enough, Spencer gave a solemn nod and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Right. You should probably go find them, so they don’t get worried.”

But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, the rest of the world be damned. I wanted to feel his eyes on me longer, especially when they started to wander my figure that I’d secretly hoped he would see.

I could pretend to hate my friend for calling him over all I wanted, but when I slipped into the costume hours earlier, I’d wondered what he would do if he saw me like this. And now that the answer was in front of me, torn between the exposed skin of my thighs and chest, I wanted to experience it for as long as possible.

With my fingers on the zipper to try and calm my heart, the inebriation manifested in soft giggles as I replied, “I think I’m pretty safe with you, Professor.”

Spencer didn’t need to vocalize his disagreement. I saw his contention in the form of wayward eyes falling to my hands that fiddled with the tiny piece of plastic keeping me covered. When they trailed back up the zipper teeth to meet my eyes again, they were filled with a hunger that took my breath away.

Unfortunately for us, though, our smitten haze wasn’t shared by anyone else in the vicinity. Especially not the drunk pack of men who passed, completely unaware of the amount of space they took up on the sidewalk. I don’t even remember one of them running into me, but I definitely remembered what followed in extreme, vivid detail.

Spencer caught me, quickly and more gracefully than I thought him capable of moving. His arms were locked around me, not only preventing me from face planting on the concrete but causing me to press my face directly against him.

Before he had a chance to say or do much of anything else, I placed my hands on his chest and tore myself away from the warmth of his embrace. Because I was already drunk enough on the alcohol — I didn’t need to be any more inebriated from him.

“S-See? You caught me!” I squeaked.

I didn’t miss the fact his hands stayed on my waist even with the added distance, his fingers subtly digging into and stroking the plush fabric. I didn’t try to stop them, either.

“Are you going to be okay? Should I take you home?”

I knew it wasn’t how he’d meant it, but my inner voice still pleaded, Yes, God, please, yes! My outer voice, however, clung to reason and respectability.

“No! Don’t miss your birthday dinner!” I insisted, but he didn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, seriously. I just suck at walking in heels.”

Any part of me that would have normally been offended by his insistence that I couldn’t handle myself while drinking was quelled by my desire to keep his hands on me as long as possible. Although there was enough space for my arms between our chests, I swore I felt his fluttering heartbeat against my fingers. I thought of hummingbirds.

Resigned to my stubbornness, Spencer took a moment longer to stroke patterns through the pink fabric wrapped around my waist before he sighed, “If you say so.”

“I do!” I giggled, leaning closer like I might convince him not to leave at all, “So you better listen up, mister Professor man.”

The look he gave me was sweet, honeyed bliss. But even that seemed minuscule in comparison to the way his hands slid over my sides, making their way over my shoulders and gently brushing the errant bunny ears back out of my face. He left them there, too, with a barely-there caress of my face.

“You look cute,” he said, like it wouldn’t break my heart.

Shier than he’d ever seen me before, I somehow managed to still look him in the eye as I answered, “So do you.”

It was a good thing I’d been paying attention, too. If I hadn’t been staring into his eyes, I would have missed the flash of chaotic playfulness that appeared just as he glanced down at the space between our chests.

I wouldn’t have been prepared at all when he dropped one of his hands from my face to the zipper of my costume. Not to say that anything could have prepared me for the way it felt to have his knuckle brush against the skin just below the lace bralette that had been meant to protect my modesty.

Before I could even comprehend the delicious friction of our skin, it was gone. Spencer pulled the zipper up to my chin, releasing the plastic in favor of grabbing hold of my chin once more.

“Be careful with that zipper,” he instructed, “I don’t need you getting hypothermia this early in the semester.”

Unsure of how else to respond, my body responded on instinct as it stammered, “I-I promise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, and my autopilot continued.

“Double promise. Promise squared.”

“Okay. You have my number so... call me if you need anything.”

I absently nodded, but Spencer accurately concluded that I hadn’t actually processed what he’d said. When he let go of me, he took the time to smooth out the bunched up fabric over my shoulders. I tried to convince myself that he was just interested in the soft fluff, but it was hard to ignore the hunger that’d only grown stronger. The darkness that rivaled the moonless hallow’s eve.

“I don’t mind giving you a ride home if it means you get back safe,” he said with a deathly seriousness strongly contrasted by the flippancy that followed. “Otherwise I’ll have more work for Tuesday.”

I was grateful for the shift, because it made the loss of his hands hurt less. My chest filled with laughter that quickly burst from me with frantic, messy words.

“Of course! The work. For Tuesday. Okay! Thank you!”

“For what?” he also said through laughter.

“I— don’t know.”

Spencer turned away from me, looking behind him at the obligations that would tear us apart. I wondered if he, too, was busy contemplating how well it suited just how different we were. How two establishments side by side could house such different things. How we were frequenting opposite ends of the spectrum.

Whatever he was thinking about, however, it didn’t break his spirits too badly. Because before he sent me on my merry way, he flashed me the goofiest little bouncing peace sign before he sang, “Hop along, little bunny.”

So I did, turning back to my life and letting him return to his. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes following me until the darkness of the bar swallowed the space between us.

Still, I didn’t need him to be there to remember how it felt for his hands to roam my body like familiar territory. I saw that look in his eyes every time that I closed my own and remembered how it made my legs shake like weak stems bending to the wind.

I decided then that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world that he’d seen me in my costume. In fact, I think he quite liked it.

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There are few things more relentless than Derek Morgan. Death and taxes, perhaps. When it came to mocking me, there wasn’t a single missed opportunity. Even at the darkest hour, I trusted him to be consistent and predictable.

That was precisely why it made no sense that I had made it through an entire dinner and drinks outing with the team without him mentioning what had happened. Not even once. I almost let myself be relieved. Perhaps time spent with a child that can talk back did him some good, I thought. But when the time finally came for us to take our leave, I realized my mistake. He wasn’t holding back out of the kindness of his heart.

No, Derek wanted to wait until there was no escape route. He wanted to have me trapped in a car hurtling down a highway before he spoke the words that he’d been waiting to say all night.

“So... Bunny.”

“Her name is (y/n),” I quickly corrected. Unfortunately, Derek wasn’t in a merciful mood. Although there was a notable smirk on his face, his next words were uttered with a hefty dose of skepticism. A warning that it was a subject that ought to be approached with a critical sincerity.

“Her name is Trouble. That’s what her name is,” he said, shaking his head.

“She’s just my teaching assistant,” I said like I might actually convince myself, though we both knew that I wasn’t going to convince him. “It’s fine.”

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?”

But that time, it was me who issued the warning.

“Stop,” I ordered, meeting his eyes to find him hiding his genuine concern under jokes that weren’t really jokes at all. “I respect her. She’s very bright and she earned her position.”

“I never said she didn’t. I know she’s probably smart, but I also saw the way you looked at her.”

The words felt like a blow to the stomach — yet another reminder that my affections for her were so thinly veiled they might as well be scrawled across my skin. He didn’t need to be a profiler to notice that I was fond of the girl, but it certainly made it worse.

Because he knew that I was lying when I muttered, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

He knew that I was lying, but he still asked, “Why’s that?”

“She’s...” I started, pausing while the word tried to form on my tongue. The word that had haunted me ever since those damned girls mentioned it. That short, simple little noun that had taken a cursory affection and turned it into full blown lust.

“She’s a virgin.”

Derek’s brows jumped up his face, his jaw dropping the same way mine had when I first heard the news. Then, just as I had, he put the pieces together and realized that it should have been a foregone conclusion.

“Trouble with a capital everything,” he half laughed.

But this wasn’t a joking matter, and I really wished that I could make him believe that. That definitely wouldn’t happen, though. Not when he looked up to see me hiding behind my hands, sinking into my seat like it would get me out of the conversation.

“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s obviously waiting.”

It was the wrong thing to say. I should have seen his response coming from a mile away. But I didn’t, and so I was forced to listen to his childish giggles that were followed with an even more lighthearted crooning.

“Yeah, waiting for the right professor to come teach her the lesson on the birds and the bees.”

“Cut it out.”

Without even looking, he astutely observed, “Kid, you’re blushing.”

“Yeah, because you’re talking about me fuc–”

The word never made it out, getting caught between my teeth as I bit down on my tongue damn near hard enough to make it bleed. I wished it would. I wanted the iron to drown me and rid me of the sinful things it sought to do, instead. Opting for a more… distinguished explanation, I eventually stammered the rest of the thought.

“You’re talking about me... deflowering my significantly younger employee!”

“You can say fuck, Reid,” he deadpanned, “I think you’re old enough now.”

“I don’t want to. It sounds too... crude.”

I didn’t expect him to understand. How could he? He’d only seen her when she was at her most provocative… by far. Part of me envied him, to be able to sequester her innocence and view her as just another girl.

But she wasn’t like anyone else. She was an untouched bloom, a magnolia of unearthly shades. A beautiful blossom that had broken through the concrete walls I’d maintained for so many years. A tantalizing taste of the life outside that I refused to let in.

A fucking tease.

“Too crude for little miss innocent bunny?” Derek cooed, and it was so uncomfortably close to my thoughts that I couldn’t help the way I snapped back.

“Are you done?”

As we pulled into my parking lot, Derek just waved off my hostility, recognizing it as nothing but misfired shame and anguish at the thing I wanted being out of my reach.

“Yeah, I’m done. I hope you had fun, even with the teasing.”

I chose not to dignify the second half of the statement, climbing out of the car like I couldn’t step away from the conversation fast enough. But of course, I knew that only made my guilt more apparent. My culpability was clear and conclusive. There was no argument to be made.

“You know I’m right!” he shouted just before the door shut. A final reminder, one last cautionary call for the beast inside of me to keep itself hidden lest I allow myself to sink my teeth into something pure.

“Goodnight!”

Few things changed when I reached the confines of my apartment walls. Fantasies had only devolved into a vividness that was borderline frightening. How easily I could get lost in visions of her, only promising my return in exchange for my imagination agreeing to become a reality that I would get a chance to experience.

But that wasn’t fair to her. She was just a girl doing her job with an astounding amount of patience and understanding for her hopeless romantic of a boss. For a moment, the guilt became so overwhelming that I let it win. I managed to swallow my newly acquired memories well enough to navigate my nightly routine without wishing she was there every step of the way.

Wishing that she would call me. That she would grant me the excuse to return to her, to touch her as freely as I had earlier. I imagined a world where, upon arriving to her destination, she invited me in.

As I collapsed on my bed, I wondered if she would have preferred the privacy of my home. A place far enough away from other students and academics to finally see me as something more than a superior. Something attainable in a way she never seemed to be.

Just as I closed my eyes to give in to the dreams, my phone buzzed. The sound set off every nerve in my body, all of them very poorly coordinating to allow me to grab the device and turn it on to reveal her name.

“Hey Professor! I just wanted to let you know that I got home…”

I’d never opened a notification so quickly, but I should have waited. I should have paused and taken the time to notice that what I was opening wasn’t just a collection of letters and symbols.

It was a set of pictures.

Pictures of her.

“Safe and sound and zippered up. No hypothermia for this bunny tonight,” she tagged onto the end, “Sweet dreams!”

How could I ever dream of anything but her? How was I meant to turn off my phone now, knowing that she was there; her drunken, lustful stare on display? I only tore my eyes away from her face long enough to notice her surroundings. I took extensive, painstaking notes on the color of the sheets on her bed and the way the zipper I’d tugged at to control myself from taking her had fallen away again.

I could feel the softness of her skin against my knuckle again. I heard the way her breath nearly broke at the force with which she sucked in air at the feeling of me touching her. How hard she pressed herself against me, how her back arched when I held her and how she never even tried to stop my hands from finding new places to rest.

They worked diligently now, too, trying to keep her awake and with me for as long as I could, but also wanting to free myself of obligations so that she wouldn’t notice how long I’d stared at the pictures she’d sent.

“Goodnight, little bunny,” I sent before adding, “I’ll be counting rabbits instead of sheep tonight.”

As if to reward my efforts, another picture flooded my screen. Her face was scrunched up in an adorable innocence, half covered with her hand but still effortlessly beautiful.

I stopped myself from responding again. I forced myself to stop, to prevent treacherous hands from calling her and begging her to let me come to her. It wasn’t fair — it was manipulative, downright evil, even — to take advantage of her inebriated state to hoard any insight she might provide.

But she’d already sent these… So, would it be so wrong to indulge in her? By touching my own body to the thought of her, would I taint her? Did I care even if it did? Maybe it was for the best to plant the seed of impurity now, to strip her of her power over me.

But deep down, I knew that I would still want her. I would still wish that the hand that sneaked beneath the sheets belonged to her. I could almost feel it as my hand traversed familiar territory. It would be new for her, and it would be new for me to feel the delicate, unmarred skin of her palm slowly sliding down my stomach. Her fingers bashfully brushing through soft curls at the base of me, still too nervous to hold me the way I needed her to.

Her face would be buried in my shoulder, with dew from her breath wetting my neck and raising the hairs on my arms. I would take her hand in mine and guide her to wrap her trembling hand around my cock.

Just like I was doing to myself now, with my other hand still holding the phone displaying the image of innocence. My hand wasn’t as soft or inexperienced as hers would be, but as long as my eyes stayed on her half-lidded gaze staring back at me, I could pretend.

I could hear her panting my name— my real name, Spencer— in my ear, praising the feel of silky skin beneath her fingertips. She would whisper about how she wanted to feel it elsewhere, too. She would beg for me to replace a hand for her most precious place.

That damned angelic girl showing her hand on the zipper would beg me to steal away her innocence. She would unveil herself slowly, knowing that I needed the time to memorize every inch of her skin as it was seen by another for the first time. Seen by me, and only me. The vision would be for my consumption and indulgence.

I wanted it. I wanted her.

My stomach tensed as I pictured the girl staring back at me straddling my hips. I stroked myself harder, faster, letting my thumb trace down her body on my screen.

If I stole it from her, would it be mine?

Would she be trapped as I was, only able to feel anything when I was with her? Would she dream of me? Would she cherish each and every memory of my touch and play it back in her mind? When she felt the urge to break and burn, would she picture my hands lighting the match?

If I ruined her, would she be mine?

I pictured the girl on the screen with tears in her eyes, her mouth stuck open in a silent scream and her hands clutching desperately to mine. I imagined how tightly her body would grip me as I fucked her. How hard it would fight the intrusion of my sinful touch. How I would hold her down despite the resistance until she gave in to me. Until I broke her, thoroughly and irreparably.

She would be mine.

That was the thought that took me over the edge, all energy that was not delegated to my hand feverishly stroking my cock remained with my other hand to hold her picture in front of me. It never even wavered, never once shaking and risking losing any clarity. Even my eyes refused to close all the way.

She would be mine.

The warm, sticky mess of my desire coated my hand and stomach, but all I could think was how it would feel to mark her as mine. To feel the excess drip back down my cock as she collapsed against my body. To know that she would never be the same, never be wholly herself again. That she’d let me inside of her soul and that when I left, I hadn’t left empty handed.

She was already mine.

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