#listen listen i am flying by the seat of my pants here okay i don't know as much about this au as some others so i hope my interpretation-

[lemony-snickers]

19 kissing their injuries / ObiKai for @foolishk <3 eheheh

Kaiya shivered in the sunlight, batting her eyes against it. It felt like an entire lifetime had passed since she'd last tilted her face toward the sky to enjoy the sun's warmth.

The chirping of birds felt loud enough to shatter glass, the wind like it might be strong enough to pull her apart.

At least then she wouldn't have to feel the ragged tug of shackles against her wrists as the two ANBU guards who flanked her led her through the village.

"Where are we going?" she asked again.

No answer. Same as last time.

She didn't mind, really. Being outside was a vast improvement over the quarters she'd been given in the bowels of T&I, with a dirt floor and a flimsy futon directly next to the toilet built into the wall.

Kaiya wondered what she would be doing in her Tsukuyomi dream if she'd been allowed to enjoy Obito's perfect world as she'd always wanted.

She noticed they were reaching the edge of the village and panic rose in Kaiya's throat. Her arms tensed as she turned to each of the ANBU and asked again, "Please, where are you taking me?"

The only answer was silence and one sharp tug from the ANBU on her right, who wore a mask that looked more like a frog than anything, though hardly that.

Kaiya's lower lip trembled and she bit down hard on it to stiffle the wobbly sob that crawled its way out of her chest. She trained her eyes on the ground, watching her sandaled feet as they scraped their way through the dry Konoha dirt.

If this was an execution, surely there would be more people, right?

Despite knowing that, she couldn't bring herself to look where she was going and Kaiya didn't look up again until the ANBU escorting her finally came to a halt. She stumbled a little, but managed to remain upright despite the sharp tug of the shackles when she took one too many steps.

When she glanced ahead, it was to find a small, squat building and the Sixth Hokage standing before the door.

Kakashi looked strange in the flowing white robes of his new position, but Kaiya could not help but smile in return when she saw the way his eyes creased at the corners.

Kakashi had always been so kind. She was certain that without him, without the power he wielded within the village, she would not have survived this long.

"Good morning," he said, walking toward her. "How are you feeling?"

Kaiya shook her wrists in their restraints in answer.

"Yes, well," Kakashi gestured for the ANBU to release her and they did so after only a brief hesitation.

As if Kaiya could overpower them. Especially with Kakashi there. The thought was so ludicrous she almost laughed.

"Come," Kakashi said once she'd rolled her newly-freed wrists, and Kaiya followed him to the door of the building. He paused, hand on the knob, as he whispered, "If it were up to only me, things would be different. But this was a compromise I was able to come to with the Elders."

Kaiya didn't know what waited for her beyond the door, but if Kakashi was here, she could trust it would be better than what she was leaving behind.

"Thank you," she whispered, trying not to cry in the face of his kindness.

With a nod, Kakashi opened the door and gestured for her to step inside. "There will be ANBU guards outside twenty-four-seven," he said, "but I've instructed them not to intrude unless it's a matter of life or death."

Kaiya stared at him, eyes watery, and nodded.

"Welcome home, Kaiya," Kakashi said, offering her another smile as he pulled the door closed. She stared at the wood grain, following the intricate patterns with her eyes. When she reached out to touch it, she could feel the thrum of powerful fuinjutsu, likely seals which had been placed there to keep her inside.

"It's a lovely prison they've given us, isn't it?"

Kaiya turned so fast she tripped, smashing her hip against a table as she caught herself.

But that voice--his voice--she couldn't possibly...

When one strong hand circled her bicep, Kaiya looked up and felt relief break over her like a wave.

Obito Uchiha stared down at her, irritation plain on his face, but eyes swimming with concern. With longing, even.

Kaiya threw herself into his arms, relieved tears finally freeing themselves over the dam of her lashes. She whispered his name over and over as he tried to soothe her sudden outburst. He ran one hand over her long, tangled hair, and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

"It's been so long," she said through the bubbling sound of a sob. She couldn't quite articulate the rest. The I thought I'd never see you again, but it was there in her desperate grasp, in the way she shook in his embrace.

Obito led her through the little house, guided her down to the bed so he could hold her more comfortably as she cried. He didn't flinch when her tears soaked his shirt, didn't push her away when she clawed her way closer, like she was trying to fold their bodies together until they were one being.

"It's okay," he said softly, "I'm here."

Kaiya didn't know how long it took for her tears to finally subside, for air to move easily in and out of her lungs again rather than in sharp, too-shallow rasps.

She leaned up so she could look down at Obito, all the grief and fear mingling with relief and love until she was some amalgam of them all--relieved and afraid and desperately happy despite her lingering unease.

She didn't know what to say to him, and Obito didn't open his mouth, either. Instead, he reached up and tucked her long hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers over her jaw.

"This is where you broke it, isn't it?" he asked.

Kaiya didn't like to think about it--Sayuri's rage burning in her eyes and the sharp, definitive thwack of her bo against Kaiya's cheek.

The seering pain which seemed to radiate from the damaged bone all the way to her core, burrowing in her heart as she ignored Sayuri's pleas. Her condemnation.

Kaiya leaned into Obito's touch. "The medics fixed it. My fingers, too," she added, wriggling her left hand in his face.

Something flashed in Obito's eyes, that soft part of him so few ever saw, and he drew her down, pressing his lips to the underside of her jaw, the exact spot which had bloomed purple and mottled green those first few weeks after the end of the war before Kakashi's pink-haired student had arrived to tend to her injuries.

Kaiya gasped as he sucked the skin between his teeth, then pulled away so he could drag her hand up to his mouth instead, fluttering kisses over her knuckles, her fingerprints. Two of them were still a little crooked, though it was so subtle only Kaiya noticed.

She ached with longing, overwhelmed by the tenderness of his affection.

When Obito finished, Kaiya reached out to tenderly stroke the scars along the right side of his face. And though those wounds were far from fresh, mended long ago, she leaned in and fluttered kisses over them, anyway, to remind him that she loved him, too.

Obito threaded his fingers into her hair, sighing softly at the slightest brush of her mouth. She trailed them down, over his neck to the exposed ridge of his collarbone. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt and she pushed it up, but Obito stopped her.

Kaiya was not always strong-willed. Often, she wished she had more of Sayuri or Obito in her, the ability to stand tall in the face of things, to make her voice heard.

Now, she drew on all that courage she had witnessed in both of them and fixed Obito with a resolute stare.

"I want to see."

Obito hesitated only a moment before he tugged his shirt over his head. His chest, mottled with the white scars of his ordeal at Kannabi now bore new, stark reminders of the War.

Kaiya's eyes shone with fresh tears when she saw the ragged edges of the wound in his abdomen, the white spider webbing of scars over his chest.

If she concentrated only a little, she could imagine what they'd looked like before they'd healed over, before the implanted cells in Obito's body had done their job of keeping him alive.

She didn't think before she moved, leaning down to brush her lips tentatively over each mark, like she could erase the fractured scars and replace them with all the warmth of her adoration. Her deep, unceasing belief in Obito and his dreams. Her tears ran over her cheeks, wetting his skin, and she could taste the saline of them as she continued her way up his torso.

Kaitya silently mouthed the words I love you over his skin, too afraid to say the words aloud, afraid maybe this was all part of a dream, still. That she'd reawaken in her nightmare cell underground, where there was no sunshine and no birdsong and no Obito.

They didn't talk much the rest of the day, content to lie in one another's arms, like if they let go all of this would disappear. Occasionally, Obito would comb his fingers through Kaiya's hair or she would trace idle patterns over his bare chest and arms.

Maybe she really was in the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Eventually, Kaiya drifted to sleep as the sun began to set, the soundtrack of a song birds and Obito's breathing still loud in her ears.

[jules-7-blog1]

There will be Blood on the Dance Floor

The feeling of MaD was triggered by what Mr. Loyal Gossip said last night: "I broke up with him." At the moment, during the homecoming dance, I didn't care much because I looked (and still look) better than he does. That was all that mattered then. But now, sitting in my sleeping clothes, those words haunt me relentlessly. I can't shake this feeling. Should I change the narrative and create my own story, or should I accept his version?

The night had began with a late teenager on his way to his official first break-up coronation or his official first breakup execution, that night was war and I planned the perfect victory or so I thought. On the way to the hoco venue Mr.Loyal Gossip my ears on the ground was calling with a religious fervor “when are you getting here” “are you still at home” “Do you know what time these events begin”. I smirked to myself in the driver's seat doing a 70 in a 40. I always know when these events begin, I simply like to take my time ya know read a few pages of Vanity Fare or play with my cat. Simply for this reaction and because he was calling I knew my first war tactic was already in play. But eventually my smirk disappeared like Hitler after his defeat when I heard the words “he told me he broke up with you last night”. My queen was taken my most powerful asset of creating the narrative was take from me and it showed. I need to reconnaissance from my ears on the ground “How does he look?” “Better than he usually does” “Better than me?” ‘I don't know what you look like, so hurry up and get here”. I quick regrouped with information given to me. and my 70 in a 40 turned into a 100 in a 40.

I make it to the event looking like I had just robbed the mall of every piece of jewelry and finery I could get my hands on. A necklace that looked like the crescent moon was at the apex on my neck with a matching bracelet that acted as though they were stars on there way to super nova. A black shirts paired with black pants accenting my shoulder and complementing my waist, I knew gave me a shape more consuming than anything he could ever image. That night I was the darkness I was the sun the moon the entire fucking galaxy I was our dead star born a-new a supermassive black hole. My packed Black Louise Purse had little to any space for anything more than a gun, which in this moment I wouldn’t be reluctant to use. Alas this was a game of the socialites played by accent societies and courts since the dawn of time, this was the art of war and I was gonna paint it red.

I’d asked Mr.Loyal Gossip to escort me inside, I understood my power but I knew that my emotional state would wavier like a baby bird learning to fly. Immediately, my initial trepidation melted from my explosion as I walked in and was showered in the blood of my enemy when I saw what he was wearing. A tatter stained ridden blue shirts with a matching blue blazer like something he had pulled from his closet in a last stitch attempt to make a pathetic statement that was a mere whisper to calculated roar. It was like a dead star quit to every one else but those who listen closely and based of his following actions he heard me load and clear. I came to the table seating already set out for me by my team taking my place in front of his not existent arsenal he quietly relocated and surrender in defeat but in an idiotic action zealous I sent out a patronizing attack “Hey Jonah”. I mean’t to say as though we I was not effected but it came out all wrong hoarse, small, uncultivated, Heart broken. My team saw this and quickly jumped into action force-ably taking me outside in an attempt to reinforce my emotional state reassuring me of there loyalty to me and only me. But even with that I tried to put there worries to rest with “I promise you, I am okay, please don't be mean or treat him any differently on my behave”. But my forces were unyielding in there loyalty and that was all that I needed to here to sooth my victorious aching heart.

-To be continued with “Allies and Traitors of the Heart”

[pinkcherryblossomangel]

Away from myself

A follow up to AWAY FROM HOME

Bang Chan x reader

- it's eight months after the last chapter

- it's seven months since Y/N saw some nasty responses to rumours

- it's six months since she started spiralling

- five months since she stopped replying to his text

- four months since she stopped reading them

- three months since he stopped messaging

- two months since she stopped sleeping properly

- one day till she has to see him again.

STARING

Bang Chan

Han

Changbin

Y/N

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

Depression

NSFW

Negative body image

Anxiety

Self-hatred

General poor mental health

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His hand reaches up, grabbing mine out of his hair. Our finger interlock as he continues to explore.

My breath hitches at every change in direction.

The vibration of his giggles adding to the build up.

I glance down and see the smirk in his eyes.

The intense connection pushing me towards ~

I lurch awake. Panting, as sweat trickles down my back and forehead.

That didn't happen...

I wanted it more than anything, but that didn't happen.

I tear away my duvet and head to the bathroom. Walking down the dark hallway I know better than the back of my hand. It's been six months since I last spoke to Chris. And 3 months since he stopped trying to contact me.

Why do I always do this?

I always ruin everything good.

The cold water on my hands grounds me. The sensation reminding that this is what is real. The girl in the mirror is me. She is here. I am here.

"You okay sweetheart" my mums voice adds to the dawn birds song.

"Yeah just.."

"A bad dream?" She asks standing in the doorway. How do I answer this? Cause no. It wasn't a bad dream. It was an incredible one. One that reminded me of how utterly stupid I am.

"Yeah".

"Come here!" My mums embrace envelopes me in comfort. "Remember those bad dreams aren't really my love." I know that's the problem "and if they were I'd fight them off for you". She pinches my cheek like she did when I was a baby.

How can someone so full of love have made me?

"Now get back to sleep. Big day tomorrow!" Her excitement making me feel guilty for my lack.

"Do I have to go?!" I almost plead. She brushes my hair from my face.

"Y/N... my love yes. Yes you have to go! In two days time we will be in London. On a red carpet, at the premiere of your first every big film." The pride radiates off her. "My little girl" her eyes start to well, my follow in response. "Look at you living your dream! Being my little star!"

"I'm taller than you" I laugh between sobs.

"You'll always be my little girl." She switches in to PA mode, "Now go to bed, the train to London is at 9. And you have a call with your manager at 8."

"Love you mum"

"Love you too." She hugs me again "now move I need the toilet!"

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I beat my alarm by five minutes. My dad always said to set it 20 minutes before the scheduled arrival, so when you fall asleep, you don't miss your stop.

I guess he had some good advice after all.

My phones buzzes but it's not the alarm.

It's him.

It's Chris.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuckity.

Fuck.

I can't ignore him, tomorrow evening we'll be sat next to each other at the screening. Maybe I can ask Han to swap seats. Or is that too harsh? I just know that if his thigh touches mine...

Y/N, no. You can't do this. He deserves way better than you. Someone who could love him so much more than you can. You'll burden him. I love him too much to do that.

I'll check his message at the hotel. I pull my head phones and press shuffle.

Not now...

I haven't listen to them in months and now! The god damn universe hates me.

This will do. My eyes settle on the countryside flying past.

I need to be brave.

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I thank the receptionist as she hands me the PR plan for the next two weeks.

First the London premiere, then to the La premiere and lastly off to Seoul for the Asian premiere. The 3racha soundtrack is highly anticipated there, so much so they changed to an even bigger venue than la.

From what I heard it will be worth the wait. Chan would come over to my room every night after filming to show me what they'd come up with. Each snippet better than the last.

Each night ending in a passionate embrace.

No.

Stop it.

I close my eyes as if that will make the images erase from my mind.

Shit his text. I can't just ignore it. Why am I hyping myself up to read a text? What is wrong with me. Jesus.

I chuck my phone on the couch next to the TV. What am I gonna say.

I'm sorry Chris, I didn't message you for 6 months because I saw one tweet about us being friends and how I'm a fat piece of shit and I started to spiral and haven't been able to look at any thing to do with stray kids since then!

Or maybe

I'm sorry Chris that I somehow tricked you into liking me in anyway possible, we should just pretend nothing ever happened between us. Pretend that everytime something good happens, it isn't immediately ruined because I can't tell him. And then i wallow in my own stupid self-pity.

Christ... he really dodged a bullet

Flopping down on the bed, i open the manila envelope to see who I'm paired with for the interviews. I'm guessing it'll be with Jack, my on screen boyfriend. Haven't spoken to him since we stopped filming. So that's another awkward re-meeting tomorrow.

But it's not Jack's name there. Or jenna or tash. No it's non of my fellow actors. It's the boys of 3racha.

I immediately dial my manager.

"Hey Julie, I just got my PR plan. It says I'm doing the press bracket with 3racha? I thought I'd be doing it with Jack? Or another actor?"

"Oh yes! I forgot to say this morning! Since there's been such buzz around the soundtrack, Ryan thought it'd be a great idea to have them in the interviews. And he said you got along so well he'd thought you enjoy it!" Of course he did. "Is everything good? Do you want me to ask if they can change it?"

"No its okay, I was just a bit surprised is all" I can't kick up a fuss. I don't want any drama. "I'll see you tomorrow Julie!

" Remember, your interviews start at 9 am. I'll be there at 11. And then 7pm it's the red carpet and at 9pm it's the screening."

"I know," I say, trying to emphasise how many times I've been over the plan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you"

"Thank you Y/N! Now have a nice dinner and treat your mum to something nice!"

"Don't worry I will". I hang up.

I need to text chan back.

I am not ready.

Someone knocks at the door. I open it and he's there.

Christopher is there in front of me.

I can't control myself. I burst into tears.

"I guess we're hotel neighbours again" he smiles sadly.

[punisheye]

"Sorry. That crossed the line..." He mumbles upon seeing the way the younger Stampede tenses up. Jeez, he's really good at saying the wrong thing, isn't he? He feels extremely out of his element. Flying by the seat of his pants here, honestly.

He sits and listens quietly, and even if he might want to argue he's lost most of his fight. The candy wrapper is crumpled up in his palm. Too risky to try to make the shot into the nearby trashcan, the breeze could pick up and steal it away.

"I'll be honest," he grunts, which sounds funny coming from him. But he means it, at least. Because he wants things to be okay, and he wants to be able to properly coexist with his husband again without feeling like he's walking on eggshells. Without feeling like maybe it wasn't all a mistake. Shit hitting the fan all at once right after getting back from their honeymoon should have been a bad omen, right?

Wolfwood rubs his finger over his wedding band. It's a comforting gesture, despite everything.

"I already told Nicholas I ain't gonna come callin' again after he let me have it. He wants nothin' to do 'bout any of it. What the hell am I supposed to do 'bout him?"

Sit on my hands so I don't fuckin' hurt his feelings? He almost bites out, but thinks better of it.

And, unfortunately for Stamps, Wolfwood quickly squashes his hopes: "No. If he wants to, he ain't told me. Kinda surprised he didn't say nothin' to ya when he walked out on me for a week."

What comes out of Wolfwood's mouth first instantly has the Stampede stiffen in place, holding his breath. There's a moment or two where the man nearly looks like he'll actually snap at this crossed boundary, affirm that the priest shouldn't push his luck.

But, eager to keep the peace, the pacifist instead tilts his head further away and places the lollipop back into his mouth.

He doesn't perk up at what Wolfwood has to put forward next, either. Vash audibly crunches up the rest of the candy and removes the stick from his mouth, the sweet caramel dissolved from the sour taste of green apple.

"M'kay. Let's slow down a sec'." The wellbeing of his predecessor has been at the forefront of Stamps' mind—while it isn't surprising to hear that Vash has continued to act distantly even now, it's still concerning to hear. The plan sounds nice in some merits (certainly, he'd want these two to reaffirm their bond, especially since they're married now), but in some ways it sounded…

A lot like running away.

"Okay, so. Stay with me, 'cause it's gonna sound funny comin' from me, but maybe just be honest with him about what you're tryin' t'do, here? T-To start, at least. "Try bein' honest about how you feel, n'what you want, for both of you. Listen to how he's been feeling, too. "If he wants t'hear ideas from you, that'd be a good spot to bring it up, I think. It's just—um, kinda hard t'think about you goin' through with this without pissing off Nicholas even more, ahaha. So what's your plan for him...?

Stamps attempts not to sound so hopeful when he asks, head turning over his shoulder cautiously: "And—did Vash seem like he's wanted t'talk t'me about what happened…?"

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

TW: Pietro dying imsosorry

I'm still unsure about love interests but I'm leaning towards Wanda and y/n having a brief romance and then Wanda goes to Vis and y/n goes to Bucky or someone else.

~

Sokovia was chilly but not too cold. It reminded you of the orphanage. Depressing, quiet, and not much interaction between the people around. You weren't surprised. War and bombs weren't something to celebrate. You directed people down the street with Clint, seeing some red energy moving around the streets as Wanda got to the civilians inside their homes. People slowly drove out of the city.

"All these people.. What happens if the city's destroyed?" You asked, frowning as you watched the mothers urge their children to walk faster and the elderly couples help each other.

"Well.. They'll find new homes somewhere else." Clint replied. You turned your head, making eye contact with Wanda. She frowned at Clint's words but stayed silent, looking away from you. You turned your head, hearing shouting and screaming.

"Shit." You whispered, feeling the roots wrap around your fingers. Wanda made a shield with her powers, buying time for the civilians around her to run. She grunted, falling to the ground. You quickly helped her up, hearing her whisper a thanks. You raised your hand, making the root shoot out and impale the robots head. You made a fist so the roots wrapped around the head, swinging your arm to the side and flinging it towards more robots. Wanda gave you a nod before walking away, helping some civilians up. You turned when an arrow whizzed past your head, breathing out a soft sigh.

"Unnecessary."

"It looked cool." Clint grinned. You rolled your eyes, approaching him. You felt the ground begin to tremble under your feet, the screaming getting louder.

"Clint?" You heard Ultron speaking through the robots.

"Stay next to me." Clint said, raising his bow and shooting an arrow at a robot. You nodded, raising your arms. The roots shoot out, wrapping around the neck of a robot and squeezing until the head shot up, making the body go limp. Wanda shot down one robot though you could see the fear in her eyes. She didn't know what to do and it was obvious. You looked up, seeing more robots flying in. Clint suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist, doing the same to Wanda and jumping through a window to avoid an explosion. He quickly sat up while Wanda whimpered and whispered panicked things under her breath.

"Wanda? Wanda, hey." You crawled towards her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. Clint frowned, scooting closer.

"You alright?" He asked gently.

"This is all our fault." She whimpered, hands trembling as she took in sharp breaths.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Clint called, watching her look at him with teary eyes.

"It's your fault, it's our fault, who cares? Are you up to this?" Clint asked, staring at her. Wanda didn't respond, still taking in quick breaths as her gaze flickered around.

"Look, I just need to know cause the city is flying."

"If you can't do this, you can leave with the civilians." You told her, gently rubbing her back.

"Look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots, I have a bow and arrow, and (Y/N) is Mother Nature. None of this makes sense." Clint told her, grunting when the wall was shot at. Wanda flinched, leaning more against you.

"I can't do my job and babysit more than two people, okay?" You blinked at Clint's words, scoffing softly.

"It doesn't matter what you did or who you were. If you can't, stay here and I'll get your brother to come find you but if you step out that door, you are an Avenger." Clint said. Wanda stayed silent, thinking about his words. Clint stood up, getting three arrows ready.

"You coming?" Clint cocked a brow, kicking the doors open and stepping out. Wanda watched him go before meeting your eyes.

"You can do this, Wanda. Where's the girl who was able to put half of the Avengers out of commission?" You gave her a small smile. Wanda swallowed, hands clenching and unclenching.

"I-I'm scared."

"I am too. So is Clint, Cap, and everybody else. You know who's even more terrified? The civilians running around without a clue about what's going on. We have to ignore our fear in order to protect them because they're defenseless." You placed your hands on her shoulders, feeling her trembling. You gave her shoulders a squeeze. You noticed a small flower in the cracks of the floor, moving your hand over it and watching it grow. You plucked it from the ground, placing it into her shakey hands.

"You'll be okay." You stood up, feeling her gaze on you as you exited the building. You swallowed, hands tingling as you searching for roots underground. You found some, raising your hand and watching them shoot up from the ground, wrapping around some of the robots flying. They wrapped around them, making them explode. You turned your head, seeing Wanda outside. She took out three robots at once, panting softly and turning towards you and Clint. You relaxed, the ground shaking gently as the roots from underground retreated back down.

"We're all clear." Clint said.

"We are not clear. We are not clear at all." Steve responded, voice strained. You hummed, chuckling softly. A flash ran by, picking up Wanda.

"Keep up, old man!" Pietro called as he ran. Clint clenched his jaw, raising an arrow.

"Nobody would know." He muttered, thinking it over as you laughed softly. A gust of wind went by again before you were picked up as well.

"Oh, fuck me-" You held onto Pietro, eyes shutting as you felt the wind hitting you. You could hear Clint mumbling things about Pietro, calling him a quick little bastard. Pietro set you down besides Wanda, a hand on your back as you stumbled a bit.

"I forgot I had a bagel for breakfast." You whispered, finding your footing.

"You'll get used to it." Wanda said with a chuckle. She walked forward, hands glowing red.

"No, no, I don't think I will." You replied, raising your hand at a robot. You blinked when the ground suddenly opened beneath the robot, causing it to fall in.

"That's new." You mumbled, surprised as you closed your fist, the ground returning to normal. Pietro grunted when he was grazed by a bullet. The robots stopped momentarily so you and the twins quickly rounded up as many civilians as possible. You heard Natasha and Steve talking before hearing Fury. You spotted the aircrafts, letting out a sigh of relief. You directed the people to the aircrafts, watching them get on.

"Avengers, time to work for a living." Tony called. You walked back to the center, seeing the others. You turned to face Ultron, adrenaline pumping. You were definitely gonna take a nap once the mission was over.

"Is that the best you can do?!" Thor shouted at Ultron. In response, Ultron raised his arm, hundreds of robots running and flying in. Your shoulders slumped as Steve looked at Thor.

"You had to ask." He muttered.

"This is the best I can do." Ultron replied, smugness in his voice.

"This is exactly what I wanted. All of you against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?" Ultron asked.

"Well.. Like the old man said.. Together?" Tony answered, hearing Hulk let out a cry. The center was quickly swarmed, robots coming in from above and the sides. You raised your arms and pulled apart, making the ground open.

"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?"

"No clue but it's new and it's working." You glanced at Clint, bringing your arms together and crushing the robots stuck in the ground. Tony, Tony Jr, and Thor took care of Ultron while you and the others continued to fight. The robots began to retreat, giving you time to breath.

"You guys get to the boats. The air's getting thin." Steve ordered, looking over everyone.

"What about the core?" Clint asked.

"I'll protect it." Wanda announced, looking at Clint. "It's my job."

"Stay safe." You told her, brows raising. Wanda nodded.

"I will, Mother Nature." Wanda smiled softly. You returned the smile, following Natasha and Clint to a convertible. You got in the back, listening to Clint talk about some new plans for the home as he drove.

"Laura deserves a vacation." You called, staring up at the sky.

"That's what I've been saying! We need to go on an all girl vacation." Natasha said, earning a chuckle from you. You got out of the car, hearing Hulk grunting. Natasha quickly got out to go find him. You noticed a woman calling out for someone, frowning. Clint looked around for any movement, noticing a child stuck in the rubble.

"Clint-"

"Stay here." He instructed, getting off the boat and jogging towards the kid. You frowned, watching him. You heard gunshots, looking up and watching an aircraft shoot down, aiming right at Clint.

"Clint!" You screamed, getting off the boat and running towards him. You came to a slow stop, watching as Pietro's body fell over. You slowly walked towards him, getting down beside him. You pressed two trembling fingers to his neck but found no pulse. You looked at Clint through watery eyes, shaking your head. You swallowed, remembering the time when you were a child and healed an injured cat. You hovered your hand over one of the bullet holes, watching the root reach down but nothing happened. You frowned, feeling tears slip down your cheeks. You hadn't known him for long but you were looking forward to having a new friend.

"I'm sorry." You heard Steve's voice gently say, resting a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled and stood, watching Steve pick up his body and take him to a boat. You followed, mind blank. You knew death came with the job but Pietro had years ahead of him. Clint reunited the child with his mother, grunting as he took a seat. You did the same, staring down at his body. Clint lied down, resting his head on your lap.

"You don't have to become an Avenger, (Y/N)." Clint grunted softly. You swallowed, shaking your head.

"I'm just gonna need a therapist." You whispered, hearing Clint laugh softly.

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You smiled, watching the video of Nathaniel playing with the toy you bought him. Wanda looked over your shoulder, cooing softly.

"Is that him?" She asked softly. You nodded, chuckling.

"Nathaniel Pietro Barton." You cooed, watching him. Wanda hummed, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Hey, love birds." Sam greeted with a teasing grin. You looked up at him, rolling your eyes as Wanda shook her head.

"We aren't a couple." She reminded him.

"Mhm." Sam nodded slowly, sounding and looking completely unconvinced. You turned off your phone, looking over his outfit. Sam noticed, hands going to his hips.

"Looks dope, right?" He grinned, nodding to himself.

"So.. All you do is fly?" You asked, watching his face drop when Rhodes cracked up.

"Yes, I fly. That's.. That's cool, right?" Sam asked, looking at the others. You shrugged, giving him a playful smile.

"I mean.. He can fly, Vision can fly, Wanda can fly..." You trailed off, chuckling at his scowl. You stood up, nodding.

"Yes, it is cool that you can fly, Wilson. I'm just messing with you." You said, putting your phone away. You turned your head when Steve and Natasha entered.

"Avengers, assemble!" He called, code words for get in line. You walked forward, standing beside Vision and Wanda. Natasha met your gaze, smiling.

"Did you see the video?" She mouthed, clearly excited. You gave her a small nod, smiling softly.

"(Y/N), Dr. Cho wants to talk with you after training. She has some theories she wants to run by you." Steve told you, heading down the steps and standing in front of the line. You nodded. After Hulk disappeared, Dr. Cho had approached you to finally run those tests. You still had no idea what triggered your new ability to open up the ground and it was something you had to work on during training.

"Let's begin." Natasha crossed her arms, a grin on her lips. You swallowed, watching her. You shared a glance with Wanda, being sent off to different spots in order to show off everyone's abilities.

"Let's start with you, Barton." Steve said, standing infront of you as Natasha placed down a pot with dirt. You lifted your hands, humming softly and taking a step back. Steve and Natasha hesitantly did the same. You made a fist, watching the bonsai tree burst up, overgrown and roots spilling over the pot. The roots moved, movements following your fingers.

"How are you doing with your other abilities?" Steve asked, watching the roots. You swallowed, looking at him.

"Still working on it." You answered, lowering your hands. The tree retracted back into the pot. Laura had mentioned that if there was more to your powers, you could end up being the most powerful person on Earth. You just needed to figure out how to control them at any given moment. The two moved onto Wanda. You watched her show off her abilities. Pietro would be proud of her. You thought about him a lot. The way he sacrificed himself for Clint and the child. How broken Wanda looked.

You turned your head as the boat landed, watching people get out and be tended to by medics. Clint got up, leaving the boat as well with soft grunts. You spotted Wanda, relieved she had gotten to safety before the rock exploded. Wanda silently got on the boat, expression blank until she saw her brother. Her brows slightly raised, eyes watering as she gently got on the ground beside him. Soft sobs left her as she raised his head and placed it on her lap, gently running her fingers through his hair. Tears ran down her dirt and ash covered cheeks. You sat down beside her, wrapping gentle arms around her and pulling her against your body. Her sobs turned into cries. She cried until she couldn't anymore, letting them take away the body. She stared blankly at the spot where his body had lied, sniffling.

"I'm alone." She whispered. "I have no one."

"You have me."

[cut3blush]

NEW PATIENT

AN: sorry this suck anyways babes requests are open send me your dirtiest ideas💕

(Y/n) walked into the clinic, nervous because she was meeting a new doctor. She checked in with the receptionist, who smiled and said, "you are just in time the clinic is about to close up for the day. You will be Doctor Chisaki’s last patient." (Y/n) sat anxiously in one of the chairs, tugging at her dress as it attempted to ride up on her. She didn't bother with a magazine because she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Soon a nurse called her name and took her back to an exam room. She took her temperature, blood pressure and asked her about any medications she takes. Then she got a gown out of a drawer and told (y/n), "take everything off and put the gown on, it opens in the back."

“(Y/n) smiled at her weakly and took the gown. When the nurse left (y/n) quickly pulled off her dress, bra, and panties. She put the gown on, folded her clothes neatly, placed them on the chair, and climbed up on the exam table.

The room was cool and her nipples puckered in the cold. She felt so exposed sitting there waiting. Suddenly Doctor Chisaki walked in, a black mask covering the half of this face held out his gloved hand to shake hers. (Y/n) returned his smile and shook his hand; it was warm and huge in size.

"Hello, Miss.....may I call you (y/n)?"

She nodded and said, "yes, Doctor."

"I hope you don't mind, but my nurse was called away. If it is alright with you, we will continue your examination without him."

She nodded again, finding no words. The Doctor took out his stethoscope and listened to her lungs and her heart and she began to relax.

"Very good, a strong heartbeat and good breath sounds. I'd like to check your mouth next."

He held out a tongue depressor and (y/n) dutifully opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. "Say Ahhh"

She did.

"Hmmm. You seem to have a strong gag reflex. Let's test that a little, shall we?" Doctor Chisaki said.

Confused, (y/n) agreed and he helped her off the table. "Kneel here, my dear."

Used to following Doctor's orders (y/n) complied, surprised when he unzipped his pants zipper and took out soft his cock. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he said as he stroked his cock and nudged it against her lips.

(Y/n) hesitated but then obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Doctor Chisaki didn't hesitate but shoved his cock into her mouth and plunged it to the back of her throat. She gagged and he grabbed her head, holding her and whispering. "Relax, (y/n). Breathe through your nose." Doctor Chisaki held until he felt her relax and then he pulled out and pushed in again. (Y/n) realized she was getting her face fucked for the first time.

Doctor Chisaki continued to use (y/n)’s mouth and push her gag reflex until tears were streaming down her face. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her mouth, reached for a towel and gently wiped her eyes and the saliva from her face and helped her stand.

"Your gag reflex is healthy now let's check the rest of you out. Up on the table please and loosen the gown. I need to check your breasts."

(Y/n) climbed up on the table and shrugged the gown off her arms but held it to her chest.

"Lay back and put your arms above your head."

She complied in a daze wondering what Doctor Chisaki had planned next. (Y/n)took him in, he looked so handsome in his white coat. So self-assured and confident.

Doctor Chisaki lowered her gown and the coolness of the room made her nipples pucker again. She felt the wetness between her thighs from having his cock in her mouth. Doctor Chisaki’s hands were warm as he palpated first her left breast, then her right.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. I have never seen them before, but I can guess what they are for. He reached down and pinched her left nipple, working it between his fingers into a hard nub, then applied one of the clamps and tightened it down until she cried out in pain. He looked at her gently and pinched the other nipple, working it to a hard nubbin between his fingers then applied the other clamp, tightening it until she cried out again.

"Shh, sweet girl, you'll get used to it. I need to test your sensitivity. Now slide down to the end of the table so your bottom is right at the end and place your feet in the stirrups."

Again, she complied, dreading this part of the "exam".

When (y/n) got her feet in the stirrups, Doctor Chisaki fastened straps around her ankles so she couldn't move them. She whimpered but he placed a hand on her stomach and whispered. "Shh sweet girl, I am going to check you very thoroughly and I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Doctor Chisaki walked around to her head and raised her arms up above her head and she felt him strap them down too.

The nipple clamps tugged with her hands above her head and the pain morphed into something else. She felt her juices dripping from her exposed pussy. He moved to her waist and a strap appeared. He tightened it around her waist. She was perfectly immobile and completely at his mercy. Doctor Chisaki walked to the end of the exam table and stared at her exposed flesh.

"Let's check out your vagina first," he said clinically. He pulled over a table that had all sorts of instruments on it, some look decidedly non-medical. He picked up a speculum and applied some lubricant to the instrument, moved it towards her vagina and said, "okay, now relax this is going to be a little cold."

He placed it at her opening, and she flinched as much as her bonds allowed. He pressed it in till it was fully seated and then ratcheted it open much wider than she thought was possible. She whimpered and moaned, but she could not move.

"Do you know what a g-spot is, (y/n)? I am going to test yours now."

Without waiting for her response, he put on a pair of gloves and inserted two fingers in her opening held wide. He curled his fingers and rubbed against a spot that drove her wild. Y/n) juices gushed and she began to feel hot, almost feverish.

"Very nice!" Doctor Chisaki said. "Responsive and beautiful."

He withdrew his fingers and she immediately felt the loss.

He left the speculum in place but brought his hand down to her exposed bottom and with one of his lubed fingers started tracing her asshole. "I think I will examine your asshole next my dear. Have you ever had your sweet rosebud stretched?"

She whimpered again and shook my head.

"Use your words, sweet girl." Doctor Chisaki insisted as he kept circling my hole and worked one digit inside.

"No, Doctor," she stammered in a low whisper.

He inserted another finger and wiggled his two fingers inside her poor hole, stretching her. She began to pant and could feel her juices flowing down into her crack. She was so close to the edge of dropping off into sweet oblivion; he withdrew his fingers and she felt bereft. She whined at the loss and struggled against her bonds.

"You are a very responsive patient, (y/n). I am quite pleased. Now I need to check your labia for defects and responsiveness."

He released the speculum and removed it, then reached up and tugged on the nipple clamps, attaching little chains to first one and then the other. He took another clip out of his pocket and she started to panic.

"Shhh my dear, relax and this will be much easier."

Doctor Chisaki took the clamp and pulled her labia taut and applied the clip, tightening it down until she cried out. Then he took the chains attached to her nipple clips and attached them to the clip he placed on her labia, then gave them a little tug. The pain turned into arousal and he smiled as he saw the flush on her skin.

"Now let's check your clit. Do you know what that is, dear (y/n)?"

She nodded her head and whimpered again.

"Words my dear," he said sharply as he gave a slight tug on the chains.

"Yes, Doctor!" (Y/n) exclaimed.

He reached down and started to circle her clit with one finger. Her head moved from side to side and she moaned with abandon and desire. Slowly he moved closer to her clit and then finally he flicked it with his finger. That is all it took, and she came undone. Her pussy squeezed air and her whole body thrummed with pleasure.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed, watching her intently as she climaxed. "Awww, your poor pussy looks lonely, would you like me to fill it with my nice hard cock, (y/n)?"

She didn't hesitate; she squealed "Yes, Doctor, please, yes!"

Doctor Chisaki dropped his pants and adjusted the height of the table so that he lined up with her opening. She was so wet he slid in easily, pulling the labia clip as he did, which in turn pulled on the nipple clamps. (Y/n)took in a sharp breath and rode the wave of pain/pleasure as he began pumping in and out slowly, the in and out tugging on her nipples and labia. She felt herself spiraling towards another release.

"Does this feel good, my dear? I am going to speed up now, try to hold off your climax until I tell you," he commanded and picked up speed.

She couldn't move but the force of his strokes made her boobs bounce and tug on the nipple clamps even more. "Oh, doctor," she cried breathlessly. "I can't hold it; it is too much...."

He reached up and released the nipple clamps at the same time and she screamed as the blood returned to them. He leaned down and licked them with his tongue, soothing them and then released the labia clip.

He pounded into her pussy and rubbed her clit and said, "now, (y/n). Come for me."

And she soared, flying over the edge. Her vaginal muscles strangled his cock, her breaths short, her juices squirted out and coated him. It seemed to last forever, and she saw stars. Doctor Chisaki found his own release. Her tight warm walls milked him of his seed. She relaxed, fully spent.

He gently cleaned her up with a wet rag. Then he released the straps from her feet and admonished her to stay still until he removed all the straps. He moved to the waist strap and undid that and then moved to her head and undid the straps at her wrists. He held on to her as he gently raised the head of the exam table and helped her move back till, she was comfortably seated. He tenderly massaged her arms and shoulders, getting the blood circulating.

"You think you can get dressed now?" Doctor Chisaki asked with concern.

"Yes, Doctor," she answered.

"Fine, get dressed and I will come back in and give you the results of your exam."

He walked out and she felt his loss immediately. She very carefully got up and got dressed, wondering when she will see him again. This is one doctor's appointment she wouldn't mind repeating soon!

[hearts4-robin]

# flying colors - Katsuki Bakugo

# genre - fluffy angst

# pairing - Katsuki Bakugo x y/n (no specific gender)

# warnings - yelling, swearing, inappropriate words, intense arguments, crying, anxiety, trauma, panic/anxiety attack

# ages - Katsuki Bakugo: 16 - y/n: 16

# authors note - I hope you like this short story (: let me know if you like it and send in some requests! <# this story haven't been read through and English isn't my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes etc.

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# - Thursday - 01.46 a.m. - U.A. Class 1-A dorm building - #

You had forgotten what you were arguing about. But it was heated. It was horrible, the yelling from your boyfriend was driving you crazy. He had just came back from another late extra practice and he had been lacking on giving you any attention. You got that you were both hardworking students but you missed the tingling feeling from when he'd hold you close at 2am while discussing why Mineta is a total asshole.

"You never talk to me anymore!" You voice almost cracked as the words left your mouth. Katsuki's frown sunk deeper, his vein in his neck starting to pulse faster. "Maybe I don't want to pay attention to you, y/n! Ever thought about WHY I always practice so late?" he snapped back. You could clearly see how he was holding back his anger. "Well- no, I haven't-" the thought struck you like one of Kamanari's shocks. "Are you cheating on me?" Katsuki's eyes widened as he watched tears prickle up in your eyes. "What-, no what kind of boyfriend do you actually think I am?" He was yelling. On the brink of screaming at you. "Clearly one who avoids me! Avoids my company! If you're so sick of hanging out with me, why don't you just go right ahead and break up with me?" Now you were yelling too. Holding back wasn't a thing anymore. You watched as Katsuki's hands started releasing small explosions as I his eyes turned darker. You couldn't tell if it was in disappointment, anger or sadness.

"Now why would you say that! Huh? Why?" He was screaming, a hidden growl and sadness under his voice. "Because it's how I feel, Katsuki!" you frowned deeper as your nails dug into the palms of your hands, creating small moon-shaped marks. "I don't care about how you feel, y/n!" You immediately felt a sting of pain in your chest as you watched your boyfriend clench his fist and walk past you and into his dorm room. Well aware that he just woke up half the for building, he slammed the door shut. You covered your mouth with your hand as warm salty tears started streaming down your cheeks. How could he say that to you?

"y/n-chan?-" You looked up, snapping out of the daze you had fallen into. The worried face of your fellow classmate, Eijiro Kirishima, appeared from his bedroom door. "Are you okay? I couldn't help but overhear you and Bakubros argument." He stated as he walked out the door and closing it, revealing himself in a fated red sweatshirt with a big 'Crimson Riot' over the chest and a pair of black pajama pants. You shook your head no at his question as he walked towards you in his big slippers. He frowned worridly as he allowed himself to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug. You let out a low sob before you buried your face in Eijiros chest. "H-He doesn't ca-care-, he doesn't care a-about me anymore!" You clung onto Eijiro as he rubbed your back in soothing circles in hope of calming down your mixed feelings. Your chest hurt, your throat was sore and your head was pounding in a quick pace.

"You know Bakubro-, he's not always easy to handle. He won't tell you but he really does love you. He cares for you a lot, y/n." Eijiro looked at you as he lowered his arms around you. You looked at your red haired classmate before he looked towards Katsuki's bedroom. "Give him three days alright? If he doesn't do anything, dump him. I know it sounds harsh but that's the rule I've lived after and it's one of the best decisions I've ever made. Think about it." You nodded at his words before wiping your tears off your cheeks, even though you knew they'd be back as soon as you'd close your bedroom door. "Good. Sleep well dude! I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow. Don't stay up too late!" Eijiro grinned cheekily as he waved at you. He closed his door as he disappeared behind it. Your lip quivered as you slowly walked to the elevator. You weakly pressed the button to summon the elevator. Stepping inside after the doors opened with a low 'ding!' you leaned against the wall. You pressed the button to your dorm floor before the elevator moved slowly. You rewinded the whole argument in front of you, everything passing like flying colors with all the wrong shades.

The elevator once again let out a 'ding!' before the doors slit open. Sniffling, you walked out of the elevator with your head down. "Young y/n."

You looked up with slightly wide eyes as you heard Mr. Aizawa speak. "M-Mister Aizawa-" You got cut off by his stare. It told you everything. You bowed before walking to your room. "I'll go to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up." You sniffled back a few tears before you closed your bedroom door after you. Letting out a small sob, you feel onto your bed. You felt absolutely miserable. You felt horrible. The pain and guilt in your chest had spread to your stomach and you felt sick to the guts as you broke down in tears again. After almost 6 months with Katsuki as your #1 wingman and your boyfriend, hearing his words hurt you. 'I don't care about how you feel, y/n!'

Those 8 words burned in the very front of your brain while you tried to sleep, escape from the aching pain.

# - Thursday - 05.30 a.m. - U.A. Class 1-A dorm building - #

You had been wide awake for the past 30 minutes, distracting yourself by getting ready. Brushing your hair, getting dressed in your uniform and doing whatever was left to do. Your appetite was small, but your stomach still craved some food. You opened the door and stepped out, rubbing your tired eyes. You followed the other few classmates on your hall to the elevator.

“Good-morning y/n…” You looked to your right to see Ashido yawning, dark circles under her eyes. “Good-morning Ashido-. Didn’t you sleep?” She leaned back and stretched her arms, her shirt rising a little as the elevator continued moving down slowly. “Not much-, Bakugo was throwing around with stuff all night! Mr. Aizawa had to tell him to keep it down and go to bed. Nobody knows what’s going on with him right now.” She yawned again after finishing off. A little sting poked you in your chest as she spoke before the elevator let out another ‘ding!’. The door opened, revealing Katsuki, Izuku, Tenya and Eijiro at the table. You and Ashido walked towards the table, and both sat down. You sat down beside Tenya, as far away from Katsuki as possible, which was odd. Very odd. Katsuki was frowning more as usual before he angrily got up from the table and violently grabbing his tray of breakfast. You avoided eye contact at all costs. You looked at the tray of food Tenya had pushed towards you. You looked up to see everybody at the table looking at you with various different expressions. Worry, confusion and awaiting. “y/n… What happened?” You looked at Tenya as he spoke. You poked to your food, the appetite you had earlier suddenly disappearing. “Nothin’.” You mumbled before standing up, holding your tray with weak hands. You left the table to the kitchen.

You froze in your tracks as you saw Katsuki in his usual black shirt with the white print on. He was holding his empty tray in his hands as the unfinished food was thrown in the nearest bin. He glared at you before tossing the tray on the counter and leaving the room. You looked after him, tears prickling and threating to escape from your tear-bags. You placed your full tray on the counter before walking back to the common area. Those moments that felt like hours in the kitchen was just a few minutes. Within those minutes, Katsuki had left the dorm and just about everyone else was up and eating. Walking towards the shoe racks, you picked up your shoes and slipped them on. You stepped out the door, already feeling the early morning cold from December. You stepped onto the road leading towards the school and started walking.

"y/n! Wait up!-" You looked behind you, seeing, once again, Eijiro running towards you while clumsily putting on his shoes. "Eijiro?..." You voice was sore from barely talking this morning. Usually, you get along with Tsu and Ashido pretty well, Yaoyorozu too.

Eijiro caught up to you as you both started walking. "Did you hear Bakubro yesterday?" He looked at you, adjusting hid headband. You shook your head. "No. Ashido told me about how Mr. Aizawa had to stop it." You were mumbling, you never mumbled around people like Eijiro. "Hm.. He'll get better. How are you feeling today? Did you get sleep yesterday?" You both reached the front of the school. He opened the door for you as you, once again, shook your head. "Hard time falling asleep?" You nodded at his question as he walked in behind you. "Do you need to talk about anything? I suck at advice but I'm always here to listen!" You nodded, smiling a little bit. You truly were grateful for people who checked up on you like Eijiro did. You both entered the empty classroom.

"Where's Bakubro?" Eijiro looked around, frowning in confusion. "I think her went for a walk or something like that. I don't know, he didn't tell me..." You dozed off as you sat down in your seat. "Tenya should be here soon." You stated as Eijiro sat down, leaning back in his seat. "Tenya is so manly! Taking responsibility to keep the class in line!" You nodded as Eijiro continued to ramble about manliness. Soon, the class was filled up, even Katsuki had shown up.

You were laid over your desk, looking up towards Mr. Aizawa as he spoke. Another practice day. The costumes slid out the wall, everybody standing up to grab their case with their costume.

# - Thursday - 08.27 a.m. - U.A. Gym Gamma - #

"Wow, y/n! Did you choose a new color scheme? It matches Bakugo's!" You looked down at yourself as Ashido, Kamanari and Tokoyami admired your new costume. You nodded at their questions. "I did. I don't know if he likes it." You were mumbling again. Kamanari opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Cementoss.

"Alright, everybody. Pair up in two and try improve your quirks." Everybody nodded and paired up in two. Mezo walked up to you, kindly asking if you wanted to pair up. You nodded as you both walked to one of the platforms. Using you quirk, you made your way up to the platform along with Mezo.

# - Thursday - 10.58 a.m. - U.A. Gym Gamma - #

"T-Ten-... Tentacole-..." You crouched forward, your lungs hurting as you gasped for air. "I-I need a break." Mezo immediately stopped his movements as he noticed your shaking limps. "y/n? Are you okay?-" He runs to you, helping you sit down. "Shit..." Your head started spinning as your breathing became uneven. You could feel Mezo's multiple arms wrap around you to support you.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN WE'RE FIGHTING, SHITTY HAIR!" Eijiro looked away from you and towards Bakugou who was flying towards him. He quickly shielded himself and hardened his arms. "WHAT'S SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CAN'T LOOK AT ME?" he screamed as he dodged one of Eijiro's hits. He looked away again, Bakugou taking his chance to land a hit on Eijiro. "y/n-" Eijiro fell back as he kept his eyes locked on your small form being supported in Mezo's arms. "y/n? WHAT ABOUT HER?!" Bakugou was furious, letting out all the anger from the night before. He looked around, finding it weird for shitty hair to talk so much about you. His eyes widened as he saw you, knowing what was happening to you just now. He quickly took off in a run. "Y/N!"

You looked up weakly, seeing Katsuki flying towards you. "Katsuki..." You let out a small cry as you tried calming down your breath. Your vision started blurring. "y/n! Squidward get away from her!" Mezo knew better than to talk back. He looked at you before slowly letting go of you as Katsuki ran to you, gently picking you up and into his embrace. "Are you mad?! What the fuck happened-" He didn't look worried but you knew he was. The glint in his eyes showed it. "y/n- breathe. Did you drink and eat? Of course you didn't- you left as soon as you saw me, you little dipshit." He grumbled under his breath as the others started to notice Bakugo screams fading. He picked you up and jumped down, running towards a place to put you down. Cementoss approached you both but you vision was failing you right now.

"What happened?" He looked at the two of you. "She's having a panic attack. Water." Katsuki sat down with you, holding you close. "I'm sorry, firecracker-. I shouldn't have said that-" He held you closer as Cementoss walked out to get you some water. "It's okay-" "No shut up. It's not. Don't fucking say anything." He growls at you as he sits down, leaning against the gym wall and laying you between his legs. He ripped off his big hand gear and threw them beside you both before propping you up against his chest. "Breathe. Breathe you dumb-ass-" he took a deep breath as you tried to follow his breathing pattern. "It's okay. I got you. I won't let anyone, not me either, hurt you." He was whispering now, gently caressing your arm. Cementoss returned with a bottle of water. Katsuki quickly grabbed the bottle and ripped the cap off before gently helping you chug down the water. "We'll wait till lunch. Cementoss, the time." He looked at Cementoss. "It's 11.47. Lunch is in about 15 minutes." Katsuki nodded before he looked back at you. You were blinking slowly, your breathing back to normal now as he lowly talked to you.

"It's okay. I got you. And I'm not letting go of you again, never."

[gumnut-logic]

10, 14 and 20 with Virgil and Scott

Wow! you do like to listen to me babbling :P

10. If the fam HAD to swap Thunderbirds, who would you place with which ‘bird?

You had to make me think! I ate too much chocolate to think :D

::writes by seat of pants:

Gordo gets Two, cos let's face it, he hates going too fast. Every time he did in the show he was left clinging to his seat in both One and Three. And besides, despite his evil ribbing, Virg trusts him with his girl. His flying in Bolt from the Blue was bloody brilliant.

Of course, that puts Virg in Four. A little cramped, but considering he has the most contact with her and probably knows her inside and out (Unlike Scott, the doofus). He would also respect her and her position in Two would give him visiting rights to the big green one.

Alan gets One, John gets Three, and Scotty gets Five.

The least stable of this combo would be Scott. he's not a fan of space and this would have to be short term. Despite Five moving relatively fast at all times, it is just not the same. Also, Eos would relocate to Three and bitch about the lack of computing power aboard the red 'bird. Scott and Eos respect each other, possibly a little too much as neither trusts the other completely. Also, John would pine for his daughter.

Alan would have so much fun :D But he would miss space.

I do think FishTank could switch roles. The sea wouldn't be Virgil's preferred place, but as he is as much Gords' wingman as Gords is his, they should technically be able to swap easily in canon.

And yeah, did you see that? I switched back to talking about Virgil :D

14. What’s a trope that you love to read in fic?

Okay, I am horribly predictable here. Anything that focusses on my main character in a caring, looking after, sometimes worried way.

Favourite character collapsing into caretaker's arms will melt me every time. Something special about favourite character (yes, I seem to have written this one multiple times, oops) that draws attention.

Care and worry and kindness to special and favourite character.

Yeah, ever so predictable. Just swap out 'favourite character' and put in the words 'Virgil Tracy' and we're all set. And have the plotline for 90% of those million odd words I've written recently.

Oops.

20. Send me two characters - Virgil and Scott - and I’ll tell you which one I think is….

Most afraid of the dark Scott, mostly due to PTSD from the incident in the Air Force.

Putting off homework/paperwork Scott, mostly because he has brothers he cares more about.

Going off the grid for fun Scott disappears off the grid because John cuts him off to make sure he gets some rest. Scott is not aware of this because he is usually asleep at his desk at the time. Virgil has been known to conspire with John during this activity. Neither of them are fully comfortable disconnecting completely due to responsibility. Johnny has his ways, but then so does Gordon. Big bros need smothering as much as little bros, after all :D

Reading Jane Austen in their spare time Virgil has been known to steal John's copy.

Going to move off Tracy Island first That's a tricky one. If Virgil pairs up with Kayo like he does in a lot of my fics, he's going to stay on Tracy Island for a very long time. If he pairs up with Cass McCready, she has two kids and this is a dynamic that leads Virgil off Island (with a bucket of angst). If Virg doesn't pick up a romantic interest, he is likely to follow Scott. Scott is tied to International Rescue like it is a life line. If there was an injury, possibly. I once had Virgil leave the Island due to serious injury and not look back for ten years because he felt he was either the cause of Alan's death or Alan could no longer stand his presence (I never decided which and the fic became too traumatic to write). Basically, these two are tied to IR and each other to a certain extent. And I don't want them to leave :P so there :D

Secretly replacing Grandma’s cooking Virgil's being running interference for years since the last food poisoning incident that took out IR. he loves her too much to tell her that her chilli is poisonous.

Taking all the family photographs Virg is the family photographer. All the way back to when he was little and took photos and video of his mom.

Planning a picnic for the next sunny day Gordon...oh, outside the rules? Scott when Gordon yells at him enough. Virgil when Gordon declares it medically necessary and Virgil then tells Scott :D There is lots of planning but sometimes there is just too much interruption. Out of the two, Virgil would be more conscious of the need for positivity and he adores his family - John, get your ass down here now, we haven't seen you for two weeks! Alan, tune into reality for a moment, I've forgotten the colour of your eyes! Scott, I'd like to see you without a financial hologram between us. Gordon, just get over here, will you, I love you, too.

::hugs:: Thank you so much for asking ::hugs you more::

Nutty

(babbler extraordinaire)

[haik-whoo]

Touched

Tsukishima x OC! Setter Emiko

Summary: Kei has a girlfriend that no one ever knew about. She plays volleyball just like he does. They’ve been dating for sometime after their parents revealed they were long time bestfriends. Kei isn’t a fan of PDA but he’s willing to omit that to make sure the team knows Emiko is his.

W/C: 1500+

A/N: Well first haikyuu fic, here we go 😇 let me know what you think 🧡🧡 ~Sho

Emiko ran into the stadium huffing because she was late. Hopefully Kei wouldn't mind too much, since he hadn't actually asked her to come. She just wanted to support her love while he did the one thing he was starting to love to do. It made her heart warm that after all this time he was starting to love volleyball as much as she did. She was still dressed in her uniform, a jacket hastily thrown over her back reading Ubugawa high. Her team had advanced to the semifinals and would start fresh tomorrow.

Emiko stood at 5'9 with bright green eyes and natural blonde hair pulled up in a long ponytail that was giving her a headache. "Emiko? Hey what are you doing here?" One of her teammates asked as they walked up behind her.

"Watching my boyfriend" she said in a half duh tone, why else would she be watching seijoh and karasuno play, they hated Aobajohsai with a passion. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend" the libero Ailee said from next to emiko, bumping her shoulder with a smile. "Which one is it? Don't you hate Seijoh?" The small brunette asked looking at the team in baby blue and white with a critical eye. Emiko groaned when Tsukishima got blocked. Knowing he would complain about it later while they were in bed.

"He's not on that team" emi said with a straight face, just wishing they would leave her alone so she could watch in peace. They were getting on her nerves with all the questions and prodding, this was why she never told them she was dating anyone at all. Let alone the tall, intimidating looking middle blocker they had on the karasuno team.

"Look guys, i promise to get enough sleep and be here early tomorrow but i would like to watch this, in peace" emiko said it in the nicest way possible, and Ailee and their captain Josie nodded, patting her on the back and walking away. Down further she saw the karasuno fan club and snorted a little, watching a small blonde girl yell over the seijoh chants from the other side.

Emiko wandered down toward her and stood next to her. "You must be yachi" she said softly, not taking her eyes off Kei who was serving. He looked so good when he served, all the icy stone wall shed fallen in love with. "I-i yes! I am!" The small blonde screeched a frantic look in her eye like she was trying to remember a name she'd never been given.

"I'm Emiko, Kei is my boyfriend" she tightly smiled and turned her attention back to the court. "Kei?" Yachi questioned, looking at the court as well. "TSUKISHIMA!!" She yelled out just as soon as the gym had quieted down, causing the straight faced blonde to sweep his hard gaze up to where they were standing. As soon as they locked eyes Emiko saw how they softened and portrayed a smile, even though his lips didn't move. A soft blush coated Emiko's cheeks and she bowed her head slightly.

Before cutting a look at the small first year. "Thanks" she said flatly, totally embarrassed because the entire team looked over in curiosity. "S-so- sorry!!" Yachi bowed, a blush of her own flooding over her face the color of beet juice. Emiko waved her off, "it's fine" she moved to pull her knee pads off and pull on her track pants. Pulling the ponytail out.

The game went down to the very end, and karasuno pulled through with a glorious win. Emiko cheered happily for Kei and the team. "Do you want to walk down with me?" Yachi asked, now calm and comfortable in the taller blondes presence. "Sure, thank you" emi gave a small smile and walked behind the first year.

When Tsukishima came into view she had to refrain from running into his arms and leaping on him like she usually would. When they were alone, Kei was an entirely different person. Never letting her venture too far without him, his hand always wrapped around hers. He never overdid it but it was a constant touch that she'd grown accustomed to when she was with him.

As they got closer his teammates looked over her with almost hungry eyes. A shorter boy, no doubt the libero gave a dashingly wide smile "yachi! Who'd you pick up, and must i say thank you" he started to amble close, another boy with a shaved head and a good twinkle in his eye at his heels. Until they were basically snatched up like small toddlers by an older looking boy. He looked like Daichi from Kei's descriptions.

The small team manager opened her mouth but Kei beat her to it. "She's my girlfriend" he said with a straight face, walking over with a sly smile that made one break out on Emiko's face as well. "Great game Kei" she whispered paying no mind to the shocked faces of his team.

"Oh my god!" "She called him Kei" "i didn't think anyone was able to do that" "She's pretty! How did he-" someone started but a swift smack was heard. The entire team was mumbling amongst themselves with the older team manager came over. "I'm kiyoko, it's nice to meet you" she smiled and Emiko bowed "Emiko, it's a pleasure Kiyoko senpai" when she stood she felt the familiar weight of Kei's arm around her back. That brought a new wave of shocked gasps and mumbling.

Followed by a half yell "damn first year! No way he has a girlfriend before me"

Kei walked back toward where they'd been keeping their things, his silence was not uncommon and Emiko walked next to him, her own arm around his waist. They all sat down with food that had been ordered many questions were as,Ed, mostly by the small middle blocker Hinata that Emiko had decided was the cutest little thing no matter what Kei said.

"Is he nice to you? He's not nice to any of us, except tadashi" he grumbled into his rice. Tadashi, who Emiko already knew, smiled and waved. Emi waved back from the e d of the table. The quietest one was kageyama. He looked like he was stewing on something that made Emiko giggle.

Kei had always been the one to initiate physical contact, and it was easy to forget about the other people at the table when his hand slid up her leg and wound around her waist. Settling heavily on her hip and it caught her breath in her lungs, a hot blush flying over her cheeks and she turned toward Kei with a hard look.

"Stop it" she chided but he only smirked at her, his long deft fingers discreetly moving over her hip, since she was at the end of the table no one was on her other side to call him out on it. Emiko started to squirm in her seat as they ate together, until Kei leaned over "look at how they look at you Flower, even asahi is taken by your beauty, but your mine aren't you" he whispered and it was deep in his throat, barely heard and absolutely melting. When he was finished he pulled away his eyes dark as he looked at her.

In her haste to prove she was, her body had a mind of its own, leaning forward softly, connecting their lips in the softest kiss. It was so short, barely a touch but it swirled inside her body, making her come alive. It was like they were in a small bubble of their own. So wrapped up in their gazes they barely registered the clearing of a throat from the other end of the table.

All the boys were red in the face, suga and Daichi softly smiling. Kei shyly laughed and kissed the side of her head, before settling back into a straight face. Emiko as well, emulated a flat face void of emotion.

"They are the same person, Emiko what position do you play" kageyama finally said over the silence and shock. "I'm a setter" the blonde leveled him with a look of almost disinterest, the look she had on her face made Hinata snort. "A setter!!!" The small Ginger then gasped with a wide smile on his face. Emiko nodded, shrugging as she put more rice in her mouth.

"Kageyama she's a setter!" Hinata said, a shining look in his face. "I heard her dumbass" he grumbled at the ball of sunshine.

"I have to go Kei, I'll see you back at your house okay, congratulations again" she whispered to him, smiling. She waved to his team and gathered her things. She didn't make it very far before she was pushed against the wall outside the room where karasuno sat together.

"I love you I'll see you at home" he said, his lips descending quickly onto hers in a passionate and gorgeous kiss. It made her body ache for him like she always did. "I love you too" she offered breathlessly, stalking away until later, when he returned. Not knowing that as soon as Kei returned to the room he was met with half the team crowded at the door listening.

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[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Go Mets!

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mf-despair-queen‘s 2019 Dylan O’Brien Baseball Week.  This is my first ever Dylan fic, as well as my first ever reader insert (ish) fic, so keep that in mind hahahaha I hope you enjoy it!

 Also! DISCLAIMER: I write this purely for fun, I don’t get paid or anything like that, I’m just borrowing our favorite Mets fan for a bit of  good natured fun...

Warnings: light swearing, because it wouldnt be a riseandshinelittleblossom fic without it. :D

Shout out to my wonderful friend @ao719 for indulging me and pre-reading this for me..girl your rock!

 Tags: @leelee10898 @fullbeaumonty @kennaxval @superapplepie @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @stiles-o-dylan24  @ownworldresident @mrscutiefandobhaz

    Dylan held out his arm, staggering backwards a bit as he caught the baseball in his well-worn mitt.

    “Hey, nice one Maggie!” He chuckled.

    The six year old across the yard beamed at him and he couldn't help but feel his heart melt seeing her snaggletooth grin.

     He was so proud of how much she had progressed since he first started bringing her out back to play catch two years ago.

     His friends had all warned him to steer clear of getting into a relationship with you because dating a single mother also meant “you have to play Dad,” but that had never worried him in the least. Maggie was a good kid, really smart, and she shared Dylan's passion for baseball and the Mets. These days he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time off between filming than to be in the backyard helping her practice for her little league games.

   She flipped her long, chocolate- colored plait over her shoulder and resumed her batting stance.

   “Okay, Dyl. Let's have another one. And don't go easy on me this time.” She sassed.

   “Go easy on you? I would never..” he feigned innocence, grasping the ball firmly and grinding into the mitt a few times.

   Maggie rolled her eyes, the bat falling to her side.

   “I'm serious, O'Brien. You think the girls on the Grizzlies are gonna go easy on me this weekend? Not a chance! They're out for blood after we wiped the floor with them last season.”

   “Out for blood, huh? Okay, well pick up the bat and I promise I won't hold back then, Princess.”

    She resumed her stance and Dylan shook his head.

    “Here,” he began crossing the yard in a few strides to stand behind her. He widened her grip on the bat and helped her crouch a bit lower. “Gotta widen that stance, baby girl. Otherwise the first speed ball's gonna knock you right off of home plate.”

      He returned to the makeshift pitcher's mound that he and Maggie had made with a pile of her kinetic sand. It was a project that you had been none too happy about.

      He stomped his feet a few times before releasing a steady pitch.

      With a loud crack, the young girl sent the ball sailing away from her. Dylan hit a backwards run in an attempt to catch it, but it soared over the fence anyway.

   You watched from the open kitchen window as your boyfriend raced across the yard and hefted the small girl onto his shoulder.

   “And the Mag-ster rounds first! She's off to second! Oh my God, she's flying past third! Aaaand she makes it all the way home!” He shouted as he ran a circle in the yard and Maggie cheered, her small fists pumping into the air as Dylan mimicked the sound of a crowd roaring. He placed the child on the ground and you couldn't help but chuckle.

    You and Dylan had been going steady for two years now, but it always made you smile to watch him with Maggie. He was the best daddy to her that he never had to be and it made you love him even more.

      You thought back to the day that he first entered you and Maggie's lives as you finished washing up the mountain of dishes in the sink.

***********”**

     You adjusted the settings outside of the batting booth before crouching in front of your preschooler.

    “You sure you want to do the batting cages? We could go for another round of skee ball instead.” You suggested as the little girl before you adjusted her baseball helmet and shook her head. The child-sized aluminum bat in her hand still looked humongous and you bit your lip, wondering why you'd agreed to let her go in there and let a machine lob baseballs at her.

    “I wanna baseball! I'm tired of just tee ball! It's time to break into the big girl game, because one day I'm gonna play for the New York Mets.” She told you matter-of-factly as she stepped into the cage.

   You blamed the babysitter. She was a sweet woman that kept Maggie for next to nothing and she had two boys of her own that were only a little older for your daughter to play with.

   The sitter's oldest son, Jacob, was nine and he played little league, which meant he and his brother often tried to get Maggie to play catch with them outside. Jacob was Maggie's hero and a die-hard New York Mets fan. All the time she spent with Jacob had ignited a fire within your near five year old. It had started with endless tee ball games in the local junior league and now...batting cages at the family fun arena.

   You wrung your hands nervously as the first pitch shot out. You'd set the machine on the lowest setting but it still felt like the ball was the Roadrunner, jetting away from Wile E. Coyote as it hurdled towards your small child. Certainly anyone watching must have thought you were insane to let her in there.

   Maggie held her own, swinging confidently even though the ball barely glanced the end of her bat. The metallic ting caused her to giggle wildly.

   “I hit it!” She shouted.

   “Hey, good job!” a male voice came from behind.

   You whipped your head to see a tall slender man wearing khaki pants and, coincidentally, a Mets jersey. Your eyes scanned over him, your bottom lip tucking itself involuntarily between your teeth.

   He twisted his baseball cap, leaving the bill sticking out behind him and tucked his folded sunglasses into his shirt. He gave you a polite smile and nod, the fluorescent lights overhead catching his honey colored eyes just enough to make them sparkle.

   Your heart all but stopped as you smiled back and quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed that he'd no doubt noticed you checking him out.

    “Thank you. She lives for this stuff.” You said shyly.

     TING

   “I hit it again!” Maggie squealed in delight, turning to face you. “Who's he?”

   She scrunched her face up as she stepped out of the cage.

  “Oh I was just waiting my turn is all. I'm going to use the cage when you're finished. Nice form in there,though. If you'd like, maybe I could give you some pointers.” The man said.

     “You would?!” She squawked.

    You were taken aback by the way he peered directly into Maggie's eyes when he talked to her. Not many people were so attentive when they spoke, especially to children. It made your knees feel weak as he trained his eyes on you in the same fashion.

   “I'm Dylan.” He offered, extending a hand.

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    Your attention was pulled back to the present as you heard Maggie's sassy, near whiny voice through the window.

   “I am NOT a baby anymore, Dylan. I'm getting bigger everyday, you know.” She scoffed.

   He nodded. “Unfortunately.”

   You stepped onto your tiptoes to get a better view of the two loves of your life, straining to hear their conversation. They were seated on the patio now, Dylan helping Maggie oil her own glove as well as his own.

    “Mommy says that if I want to keep playing I have to take good care of my equipment. She said only responsible players get into the big leagues, so I have been trying to oil my mitt like you showed me, but sometimes it's hard.” The girl huffed as her mentor lifted his large hands-the ones that plagued your every day dream- and placed them over hers, patiently guiding her movements.

   “You want to make sure you get into every groove, Princess. Every crevice. See? You've got it. I'm so glad to hear you've been listening to Mom while I've out of town, though.”

     You let out a sigh, a warm feeling spreading from your chest throughout your body, a small chuckle escaping you. How did you ever get lucky enough to find him?

    “Dylan, can I ask you a question?” Maggie piped up.

     “Anything, squirt. What's on your mind?”

    “Why were you and Mommy yelling at each other last night?”

     Dylan's eyes went wide as he turned his gaze to his own mitt.

    “Wha..wuddaya mean? We weren't-”

     “Come on, O'Brien. I'm not deaf. You were saying, ‘Oh, Y/N,’ and Mommy kept screaming 'Dylan, oh my God’. Were you guys fighting?”

    You tried to stifle a laugh, your hand flying over you lips as you remembered the absolutely mind blowing events from the night before. The ones your daughter had apparently overheard. You could barely see your boyfriend's cheeks turning bright red right about now and you would have paid good damned money to get a view of that up close.

    “Uh, no. We weren't...we weren't fighting, Princess.” Dylan tried to be vague and he cleared his throat. You knew he was silently hoping that his answer had been enough to end the conversation, but you also knew Maggie better than that.

   “Oh. Well then what were you doing?”

    Dylan turned to wipe off his hands, holding the towel out for Maggie to do the same.

    “We were...we were talking in our sleep.”

    “I heard banging, Dyl.”

     The dark haired man gulped audibly, one hand rubbing over the days old stubble of his chin.

    “Uh...that? Oh we were… okay listen. You know I love your Mommy, right Princess?”

    Maggie nodded, “Yep! And she loves you.”

    “That's right. So we love each other. Sometimes, uh...when a boy loves a girl...ya know...they...dance...together?”

      You cackled softly listening to Dylan not even buying his own bullshit.

   “Oh. But I can dance without banging, see?”

   Maggie hopped from her seat and swept into a graceful ballerina twirl, her hands above her head.

    “Well that's because you're a beautiful baseball-playing ballerina, and as such you're very graceful. Mommy and I...well, we're sort of clumsy.”

   The child laughed. “So you mean you guys fall down a lot?”

   “Exactly.”

    “So that's why you were yelling right? You just kept knocking each other down?” the six year old cocked a skeptical eyebrow and Dylan nodded.

    “You're gonna have to do better than that, Dyllie. I'm not buying it.”

     Your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay how's this? We were dancing together because we love each other and we're clumsy so we kept falling down, but then he had...um bruises..?” He stopped short, clearly at a loss.

   “The truth, please. I was born at night but not last night, ya know?” Maggie sassed with an eye roll.

   “Okay the truth is... The truth is that I love your Mom and she loves me and sometimes when you love someone so much you just...you want to show them. There are things that you will learn about when you're older that help grown ups show each other how much they love their boyfriend or their girlfriend. And so..that's what we were doing. But those things are for grown ups only. I mean...grown ups that love each other and want to get married someday...not just any old boyfriend and girlfriend…”

     Your heart stopped at the thought. You and Dylan had been together for a long time, but somehow you'd never talked about marriage before.

    Maggie stared at him, one eyebrow cocked, her face scrunched in thought.

    “Do you..? You understand anything I just said?” He asked nervously.

    “Uuuuhhhh…..go Mets?” Maggie replied still obviously confused.

    Dylan laughed loudly as he ruffled her hair. “That's my girl!”

    “I don't even wanna know anymore,” she shook her head. “As long as you promise you and Mommy aren't breaking up.”

    Dylan wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her into a tight hug.

   “No way, Princess. You two aren't going to get rid of me that easily.”

     “Hey, Mommy!” Maggie beamed as you appeared in the sliding glass doorway.

      “Hey, kiddo. Why don't you take your gear upstairs for me? Dylan and I need to talk.”

      She complied with your request, gathering her belongings and tossing them into her athletic bag before hefting it inside.

     You grinned widely at Dylan as your daughter disappeared up the stairs. He exhaled audibly, silently mouthing “thank you,” as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

       He ambled across the patio, wrapping his long arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

   “I know you were listening, you evil woman. Way to leave me hanging.”  Dylan muttered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. His whiskey eyes were locked on yours, making your knees suddenly feel weak.

   “I dunno, you seemed to be handling things pretty well on your own.”  You smugly replied.

    “Yeah? You think so? I'd love to show you a few other things I can handle pretty well.” he pressed his lips to yours and you giggled into the caress.

    “You mean like...Go Mets?”

    He scoffed, giving you his near award-winning, lopsided smile.

    “You're damn right, go Mets.”

[honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s]

Impossible | Harrison Osterfield | Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, mild spoilers for Acotar

Word Count: 2.7k

All I can remember is crying. I ran to my mother, my father didn't even try to restrain me; I could hear him silently cry.

"Mom! Mom! Mother, please. I need you. Mom!" I cradled her in my arms, ignoring the blood that seemed to stain every inch of her body. Her face was grey, her eyes closed. At least she had been sleeping. At least it hadn't hurt her.

"Mom." I choked out a sob. My heart ached, my ribs felt like they were trying to squeeze my heart out of my throat. My mother, my beautiful mom. It felt like I was 5 again. Like a little child lost in a crowd of people, just wanting to find their mother. I wanted to find my mother. I just wanted my mom.

"Mom please. I need you. You can't leave me. Please, mom." I stroked her hair, my tears mixed in with her blood.

"Y/n, we need to go. It's not safe." My father's hand was on my shoulder, gently shaking it.

"No. I can't leave her. I- why her? Why my mom?" I voice broke as I felt power in my veins, building up, burning around my body. It was a power I never felt before.

I felt my father turn and start to talk to someone but I wasn't listening. My own sobs the only sound I could hear.

"Come on y/n. Nothing bad will happen. Your father has her now. Let me keep you safe." A male voice said. Tom. It was Tom. I turned and looked at him. He softly smiled and held out his hand. I turned to my father.

"Don't leave her alone."

"Never." My father took my mother out of my hands. I turn around and took Tom's hand. He pulled me into his chest so I couldn't see the rest of the room. He kept one hand on the small of my back and led me out of the bedroom. I kept my head in his shoulder and just cried. Every few seconds Tom rubbed my back or stroked my hair, telling me that we're going outside to the garden and that he'd make me some tea.

Tom gently pulled away from me. We were outside in the garden, the breeze warm but I was shivering. Tom pulled a chair out for me and sat me down and proceeded to pull off his black jacket. I completely forgot that I was only wearing a t shirt and pajama bottoms. Tom wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, and muttered something about getting me some tea. He called over a nearby servant, asking him for a cup of tea and for a healer. The servant hurried off as Tom took a seat across from me, taking my hands in his, warming them up.

"How did they get in?" My voice was hoarse from crying. Tom was a shadowsinger, if he hadn't realised someone had broken in then.....

"I don't know. I don't think they did break in." Tom's voice was small. He didn't want me to talk about it but he knew that that was the way I dealt with things. By carrying on. By leading.

"You think my mother's..."I sighed, "murder was an inside job?"

"No one broke in last night. The wards are still up." Tom bowed his head, "They could've broke in a few days ago and went unnoticed."

"Impossible. You would've known." He looked up at me, his brown eyes apologetic.

"I should've known."

Before I could object, Elphin, the servant Tom had called over, returned with a cup of tea which he handed to me, Tom letting go of my hands.

"Juliette is on her way." Elphin bowed his head and left us alone. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up.

"Juliette. I'm sure you're happy about that."

Tom chuckled. Tom had a crush on her since we were kids. She was the only one, who I  ever saw, make him shy. Juliette's mother was the best healer in the Spring Court, Juliette following in her footsteps.

"I want you checked over. With what just happened, I'm surprised you didn't go into shock. I want to make sure you're okay."

Tom had always been like a brother to me. I was so grateful that I had him, I didn't want to think of what I would have done without him.

"I love you." I smiled at him. He reached over and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too, missy." He ruffled my hair jokingly, I shoved him away. He laughed at me and I was happy to hear his laugh again.

"I hope I'm not interrupting. Elphin said that you needed a healer." I recognised the sweet voice as Juliette's. Tom hopped up from his chair. He brushed off his black t-shirt and cleared his throat.

"Juliette, I requested to see you. Well not you specifically, I requested for a healer and I got you. Not that I'm not happy I got you, I'm overjoyed I got you. But not too overjoyed, just the right amount of overjoyed." Tom cleared his throat again as he scratched the back of his neck. I giggled as Juliette blushed.

"Well I'm here now. What would you like me to do?" Juliette continued to stand tall, her voice calm and steady. She brushed a loose strand of her golden blonde hair out of her face. Tom moved closer to her.

"I'm sure you heard about what happened to the Lady of our Court. I'm worried about y/n, I would like if she was checked over, to make sure she's okay. I know of how stress can effect you." Tom smiled at her as Juliette walked over to me. She gently placed a tanned hand on my forehead. I felt a course of her magic travel over my body, assessing the damage, and if there was any.

"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with y/n." Juliette said to Tom, he let out a sigh of relief. She turned to me, her emerald green eyes soft and understanding. "I can't imagine the pain you're going through right now, so I won't try to. But Lady y/n, I am so sorry for your loss. If you need any help, medical or otherwise, you know where to find me. I'm sure Tom isn't much help in the emotional support aspect of things."

"Hey!" Tom defended, we both laughed. Juliette stood back up from where she was kneeling in front of me.

"I'll see you soon, y/n." She turned and faced Tom.

"Goodbye Tom."

"Goodbye." Tom flushed. Juliette smiled and left.

"Someone has a crush." I teased.

"Seriously y/n. You know very well that I-"

"I wasn't talking about you." I stood up and smirked at him before I winnowed away.

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I ran through the corridors of my house. My arms were outstretched, I felt like I was flying. I ran down the stairs, the red velvet carpet soft under my bare feet.

"Y/n! Y/n! Wait up!" Juliette called from the top of the stairs. I turned around to face her. She was still beautiful considering how young she was.

"I don't have time to wait!" My voice was young and seemed far away. "The world waits for no one!"

I continued to run towards the door of the dinner hall. But before I reached it my mother burst out.

"I cannot believe you!! It has nothing to do with her!! What the Suriel said means nothing!! She is our daughter. If this is her future, you have no right to get in the way!!" My mother was so busy screaming at my father she hadn't noticed me standing wide eyed, staring. Juliette grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me back up the stairs.

"She is dangerous!" My father yelled.

"She is a child!!" My mother screamed back. She turned her back to my father and noticed me standing there. The colour went from her cheeks.

"Y/n..." Her voice was soft, a mother's voice but she was too late. I turned and sprinted up the stairs, Juliette following after me.

The heat had left the bath. I wasn't sure if it was because I had been in the bath for almost an hour and a half or because of the memory. I got up out of the bath, glad that all of my mother's blood was no longer on me. It hadn't really set in what had happened, I knew it would eventually and I wasn't looking forward to when it did. I dried myself off with my magic and got dressed in a yellow blouse and loose fitting pants. I left the bathroom but stopped before I could get anywhere.

My bedroom was at the end of the corridor, my father's office across from it. My father always awakes early to work, around 5 or 6. My mother was murdered after that, who knows how long she was dead before Bella found her. And with my parent's bedroom being at the opposite side of the stairs, no wonder my father and I never heard anyone break into her room. I walked down the corridor to my parent's room, my heart pounding in my chest. I got to the door and opened it before I could think otherwise.

The room was empty. Completely empty. The walls were clean and so was the floor. The bed was gone, aswell as the wardrobe, vanity, mirrors, rug and bookshelves. There was no evidence of what had happened earlier that day. Honestly there was no evidence of my mother ever being here in the first place.

"Your father didn't want to sleep here anymore. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Don't worry he kept all of her belongings, he just doesn't want to face this room again." I turned around to see Bella standing in the doorway. I walked over to stand beside her.

"It's just so... I can't believe she's gone."

Bella placed a comforting hand on my arm.

"Me neither." She sighed. She nodded, like she just remembered that she had a job to do,  "Your father wishes to see you. He's in his office when you're ready."

"Let's go."

We walked together to my father's office, Bella walking slightly ahead of me.

"Be patient with your father. He's scared. He wants to keep you safe, you're his number one priority at the moment. Just try to be understanding." Bella said before opening the door of the office.

"Y/n is here." I walked into the room. My father looked awful, stress obviously taking its toll on him.

"Sit down." He tried, unsuccessfully, to smile at me. I sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk.

"Call me if you need anything." Bella left the room.

"Thank you, Bella." My father said before the door closed. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." My father nodded in understanding.

"What happened today was unpredicted, and it scares me to think of what could happen next. I'm worried for my safety but more importantly, I'm worried for yours." He moved uncomfortably in his seat, he didn't think I would be happy with what he would say next.

"I still think you should marry, the deal we made is still going." He looked up at me. "I'm sorry, I know you're not happy with this but I just want to know that you're in safe hands."

I remained silent. He took this as a sign to keep talking.

"On the topic of you being safe, I was talking to Tom and we-" He stopped himself," I think that you should have someone protecting you at all times."

"What?" I tried to stay patient.

"Well having someone with you at all times will ensure that you are safe."

"You want me to have a bodyguard?" To my surprise, my voice was calm.

"I guess you could say that."

"Why don't you believe in me? Why don't you believe that I can lead this Court? Why do you believe that I need someone to protect me? Am I not enough?" My voice was quiet, I was exposing the worries that lived constantly in my brain.

"It's not that I don't believe in you." My father sighed. "It's that I don't believe in me. It was my job to look after you mother and you saw how that went. I can't lose you too."

I looked into my father's broken eyes. Honestly he was never the best father, being the High Lord always seemed like his number one priority but right now, he was trying to make up for it. And how bad could it be having a bodyguard. I could just tell them to leave me alone or even eventually get rid of them when my father was no longer living in fear.

"Okay."

'Okay?" My father looked at me with confusion. "You're okay with this?"

Of course not. I'm not your puppet! My brain responded.

"Yes. It's for the best." I lied, I'd find a way out of this. All of it.

My father reached across his desk to take my hands in his. I stopped myself from pulling away.

"Thank you y/n."

His eyes were so sincere and filled with love that I couldn't bring myself to say anything so I just nodded. Thankfully there was a knock on the door and Tom entered.

"The guards have arrived, your Lord." Tom noticed that I was sitting here, I pulled hands out of my father's grasp. " And he's here. The man you requested to protect y/n."

"Take her to meet him." I stood up abruptly. Tom stared at me, wondering why I seemed so happy with all of this. I quickly and subtly shook my head, he got the message.

"I'll lead the way."

I followed Tom out of my father's office. We walked in complete silence, I was trying to think of anything that would get me out of this. We walked down the stairs, the entrance hall was packed. There were soldiers everywhere, and not just any soldiers. Illyrian soldiers from the Night Court.

"Your father requested for me to up the security with more soldiers. So I brought him the best. There are 50 of them all together. You'll hardly see them in the house, don't worry." Tom tried to make me feel better about this whole situation. But I could only think of one thing.

"Where is he?" I asked. Tom immediately knew who I was talking about.

"I chose him for you. He is one of my best friends and someone that I trust with my and now your life. He's a great guy. I'm sure you'll get on great. I already know that you have so much in common. "

I gave Tom a look of disbelief. He chuckled.

"He's second-in-command to the General of the High Lord of the Night Court's armies. He's a great fighter and could train you if you wanted." Tom walked over to the library under the stairs.

"And I can't wait for you to meet him." Tom opened the door.

Inside a High Fae male dressed in Illyrian leathers, with curly dirty blonde hair that looked slightly golden under the candlelight was sitting on one of the desks. His back was facing us but I could just make out that he was sharpening a blade in his left hand. Even though he was sitting, I could still tell that he was tall. Upon hearing the door close behind us, he turned around and my heart stopped beating. My eyes were met with the unforgettable blue of his. The blue that I saw everywhere.

"Y/n this is my friend Harrison, Harrison meet Lady Y/n."

Tom had no clue that the bodyguard that he chose, the bodyguard that I was planning on getting rid of, was the man that I was willing to do anything to find.

Harrison moved to face us. We all stayed silent. Tom was waiting for me to explode in anger, Harrison and I were waiting for the other to talk. Eventually Harrison cleared his throat.

"There's room on this table for two."

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Sunkissed - Chapter 2

description: Wedding of the century rolls around as the previous college clique, along with the rest of their family members, stay in preparation for it. During this time, Riley meets Lucas, a gorgeous, green-eyed wallflower who happens to be immediately taken by her. Little did she know, he has a deep secret. One that will either change her views on him forever or make her feel closer to his world.

word count: 2,801

pairings: riley x lucas

Song: Troublemaker by Olly Murs (Ft. Flo Rida)

chapter two; lucas

"Please stop!" I pleaded. As much as I've begged for him to stop, he wouldn't. He kept going.

He began walking towards my mother. Her eyes were filled with so much sorrow and fear that it was too painful for me to even look at her. She quickly scurries over to me. "Lucas, listen to me. You need to leave, okay? Aubrey is in the basement downstairs. Take her with you and go as far away from here as you can." She whispers, but he then grabs her from behind and pushes her up against the wall.

I couldn't bear to see him do this. Again. "STOP HURTING HER!" I yell. He turns around and stares at me with his bloodshot eyes. In that very moment, I was ready for whatever would happen next. He lets out a drunken chuckle before taking a swing at me.

Like always, he doesn't stop. He only kept going.

Punch.

Kick.

Hit.

"No," I whimpered. I couldn't take him. I was too weak."No..."

"NO!" I suddenly jerk up, panting. I feel the sweat dripping down from my forehead. "Just a dream," I whisper to myself repeatedly. The same dream I've been getting for the longest time.

I glance over at my clock. Too early. I graciously plopped back down and wrapped myself in my covers.

I think I had a good ten minutes before someone came knocking on my door.

"Lucas," a voice from behind it says softly. Knowing who it is and why I'm being awakened so early, I ignore it.

"Hey, buddy. It's six-thirty, we've got a flight to catch." I feel a hand rub my back, but I still continue to ignore. "Fine! If this is how you want it-" All of a sudden, I hear footsteps skid across my floor before a crushing weight falls on top of my chest.

"Ow!" I cry as my eyes flung open to see my Aunt Rachel seated on top of me. What a goof.

"You know, that really wasn't necessary!" I say looking up at her.

"Um, it really was! I've been trying to wake you up three times already." She exclaims, getting off.

We're supposed to fly to California today in preparation for my Aunt Rachel and Uncle Jack's wedding. It's safe to say that Aunt Rachel is very, very excited. Apparently, they're hiring these two wedding planners, who were their close friends from college, to help them plan and run everything. However, their timing isn't really the best. Due to Uncle Jack's schedule complications, they had to move the wedding earlier than anticipated. Earlier as at the end of this week. How they're going to plan this whole ceremony in one week, I don't know. But, I'm quite certain that with Aunt Rachel around, they can surely do it. She's always been a believer of the fact that if you really put your mind to something, you can accomplish it. And she has. I've seen her done miraculous things with this mindset. She's someone I surely look up to.

I finally find all the strength to pull myself out of bed. "Is Aubrey ready?" I ask.

"Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, we all are. So, if you don't hurry, I will literally beat your ass!" She jokes, leaving my room. I let out a chuckle as she shuts the door behind her. She may be my aunt, but she treats me like a little brother on a day to day basis.

I quickly peel off my sleepwear and put on a pair of jeans, along with a black hoodie. I then grab my stuff before leaving the room.

The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lucas! Your food's right over there." Uncle Jack points over to the plate next to my little sister, who is currently inhaling her breakfast. I laugh at the sight. Can't blame her, though. Uncle Jack never fails to delight our taste buds.

"Hi, Aubrey," I say, setting my bags down and taking a seat next to her. Still chewing, she smiles up at me in response.

I dig into my delicious meal as Uncle Jack sits in front of me. "You know, you didn't have to make us breakfast. We could've grabbed Starbucks at the airport or something."

"Well, I just-"

Out of nowhere, Aunt Rachel storms into the kitchen, picking up all our stuff. "Okay! I'll be bringing our bags downstairs since the cab will be arriving any minute now. Hurry up and finish your food! We don't have all day, so chop chop!" She yells. Before I could even offer any help, she's already out the door.

"As I was saying, I feel bad for leaving you two with all that craziness." Uncle Jack jokes. I let out a soft chuckle.

Uncle Jack mentioned something about this huge conference going on for his company, which takes place this week. So, he won't be coming to California until two days before the wedding. He really tried getting out of it, but it just impossible. I felt bad for him, of course, but all I could really think about is how on earth are we all going to survive this crazy week.

Aunt Rachel pokes her head into the apartment door. "Cab's here!" Uncle Jack quickly dashes over to her and grabs her arm. He spins her around so she's facing him, then plants a kiss on her lips. Smooth.

"You think I'd let you leave without saying goodbye?"She gushes.

"I guess it'd be a little out of character of you if you did."

"I'll miss you," He whispers, pulling her into a hug. "Take care."

"You too." She pulls away and kisses him once again. They're honestly so perfect for one another. Why didn't get married sooner?

Uncle Jack then picks up Aubrey and showers her with my more kisses. "You have fun, my little princess." It means the world to me that he loves her, loves us, this much. From the very first day we moved in with them, Uncle Jack, in particular, seemed far more understanding of our situation.

"And you," He turns to me. "I know how you are with others." I already know where this is going.

"Look, the people you're about to visit- They're our family. They mean more to us than anyone would ever know. Please don't push them away, shut yourself out, or anything else along those lines. They're special, so I expect you to keep an open mind throughout this trip, alright?"

He's not in the wrong for saying all this. Past experiences have allowed me to disconnect from the world, even with the people around me. I just find it so hard to trust people. Only ones I've ever really trust are them. They were my only family after all.

I purse my lips, offering him a slight nod.

"Good." He says, pulling me into a hug. He pats my back before letting go.

"Alright, I don't want to keep you guys for too long." Uncle Jack smiles. "So, take care."

Once we've all said our goodbyes once again, we finally head out the building and into the taxicab that had been waiting for us. Aunt Rachel gives the address to the driver before we head straight to the airport.

- - -

California isn't really that far from Seattle, which is pretty convenient on my end because Aubrey absolutely hates plane rides. She threw a massive tantrum at first, but I managed to tame it. I spent the whole two hours of the flight trying to calm her down but cradling her in my arms whilst telling her multiple stories. Nothing too bad.

Once we exited the gate, a woman instantly spots us and starts running towards us. Aunt Rachel dropped her bags and ran towards her as well.

"Angela!" She exclaims, pulling her into an embrace.

"How are you, sweetheart? What have you been up to?"

"The usual. Oh, no big deal, but I also got engaged!" She pulls away to show off her hand with the engagement ring Uncle Jack gave her. They both squealed.

Angela then turns to smiles at me. "You must be the infamous Lucas Friar. I've heard a lot about you." Great. Someone else who knows about my awful past. She pulls me into a hug as I shoot Aunt Rachel a despising glare. "Sorry!" She mouths silently.

"Infamous, I am," I mumble, pulling away. I already hate this.

Angela turns to Aubrey in awe. "Oh! Who might you be, you gorgeous one?"

"My name is Aubrey." She says sweetly. Angela places her hands over her chest, turning to Aunt Rachel. "She's adorable!"

Aunt Rachel smirks. "Takes after me, obviously!"

"Well, we better get going. Cory and Topanga are really excited to see you." Angela says. She offers to carry Aubrey's stuff as we walk out of the airport and into the parking lot.

"Oh my gosh. I miss them so much," Aunt Rachel beamed, getting into Angela's minivan. "How are they?"

Sticking the key in the ignition, Angela laughs. "They're doing great. And Riley, oh my goodness! She's growing up to be an absolutely beautiful woman."

"You're kidding?! Last time I saw her, she was only a little baby!" Aunt Rachel gasped.

"It can't be that long! She's practically running the flower shop!"

"Who's Riley?" Aubrey asks out of curiosity.

"Honey, Riley is the daughter our friends," Aunt Rachel explains.

Angela turns to look at me. "Yeah, and she's about Lucas' age." She winks. Everyone in the car giggles. I silently roll my eyes.

The last thing I need is to have a thing with some California girl that I would probably never see again after this trip.

- - -

One thing that I worried about before this trip was how much I'd miss the city. I was pretty much born and raised there. I've never really gone anywhere else. Although, I have to admit- The drive to Cory and Topanga's, made me realize that it wouldn't be much on an issue. Apparently, they live alongside the beach, so the drive only consisted of beautiful beach scenery.

I focus on the clear blue water glistening as a handful of children run around the shoreline, ready to jump into the water. Other kids would stick around the far end to build sandcastles. Aubrey would surely have fun. I thought, planning to take her as soon as we've settled in.

As we drove closer and closer to the beach, I also happen to spot a ton of girls. I don't really think that much of them. As a matter of fact, I try my very best to avoid them as much as possible. Back in the city, a lot of them would practically throw themselves at me. Sometimes I wonder if they've still got their dignity or if they even had it in the first place.

Most girls here on the beach were either sunbathing or taking photos. Although, there was one who caught my eye. She obviously stood out since she was doing neither of those things. Even though we were close enough to where I could still get a good look at her, I couldn't capture a glimpse of her face.

Unlike the others, she was sitting on a rock by the shoreline. She had on a maroon sweater as her long brown curls flowed behind her. She was staring off into the ocean. She also had a camera by her side. Probably a photographer. I think to myself.

We finally pull up in front of what seems to be a flower shop called The Floral Boutique. According to Aunt Rachel, The Floral Boutique is a family business which is currently run by Topanga.

My eyes then fixate over to Ever After, a bridal shop which looks like it's connected to The Floral Boutique. From what I've heard, both Angela and Topanga co-own this business together. Topanga must be some kick-ass woman for being involved with two businesses.

With our bags, we all walk into The Floral Boutique. Behind the counter, a man looks up at us with a smile. "Well, I'll be damned!" He exclaims.

"Cory!" Aunt Rachel yells, offering him a hug. "This is my niece, Aubrey, and my nephew, Lucas."

He bends down to shake Aubrey's hand. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart!"

His gaze then leads to me. Cory stands up and folds his arms. "What are you, like 20?" He asks.

"No, sir." I laugh. "I'm 17."

Cory gasps."BOYZ!"

I tilt my head in confusion as he brings his face closer to mine. "What are you doing?" I mumble.

"Just examining your facial structure," He answers casually. Once he steps back he turns to my aunt. "He's too perfect! He shall remain five feet away from my daughter at all times." Riley.

Angela scoffs. "Don't even, Cory."

"Yeah," Aunt Rachel says. "Lucas is a wonderful guy."

I press my lips together. I don't know why everyone's insisting on anything, rather, why we're even talking about this. I truly have no desire to start something up with anyone this week.

"Rachel?" Someone calls out from the back room. All eyes fall on her as she approaches us.

"Oh my god. Topanga." Aunt Rachel says with a smile.

Based on appearance, I could already tell that she is a bad-ass woman. She just seems so... Strong. Like a fierce Amazon warrior type.

After a few short minutes of rekindling with one another and greeting Aubrey for the first time, she turns to me. I've never really met her, at least I don't think I have. About ready to introduce myself, she stops me.

"You're Lucas Friar."

"We've met?" I asked.

"Well, you probably don't remember me," She pauses. "But, yeah. We have. A long time ago, though. You were probably about this tall." Topanga levels her hand by her hip. Then her eyes fall on me once again. "I know all about you," She says casually. Okay, so does everyone know about me?! I slightly clench my jaw, planning on making a comment on that fact. However, Topanga speaks before I could.

"You're really brave." She smiles before walking back to everyone else. No one's ever told me that before. Because I've had such a horrible past, no one seems to want to fully acknowledge anything about it. If they do, it would usually be more of a negative remark, which is why I definitely preferred it being that way. Although, I do feel just slightly better about myself after hearing Topanga's comment.

Everyone follows her and Angela as they offer to give us a tour of both shops. I quietly tap Aunt Rachel on the shoulder.

"Hey, is it okay if I head off for a bit?" I ask.

"What? Lucas-"

"Please, I want to go explore the beach." I plead.

"Well, alright." She says hesitantly.

I subsequently slip away from everyone and head out of the shop. The scent of saltwater lingers through the air, which evidently brings a smile to my face as I make my way down to the shore.

As I was walking, I glance at three girls who were staring at me, giggling. Not wanting to have to deal with any more of that, I throw my hood on and hang my head down. I continued to walk like this whilst my peripheral vision focuses on the sand beneath me. This goes on for a bit before I bump into someone. I look up and I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was her.

The girl in the maroon hoodie. Well, now looking at it, a Harvard hoodie. She was standing right in front of me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She apologizes.

For a moment, I am unable to breathe. Instead of responding as a normal person would, I just looked at her. My gaze fell upon her chocolate brown eyes, that I surprisingly found quite mesmerizing. This can't be happening. Snap out of it, Lucas. I shake my head.

"It's okay," I mumble before heading off. For some reason, I still felt her stare. I had a feeling she was still watching me. I kept walking long enough so that when I turned around to look back at her, she was already heading her way.

What just happened?

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Fictional writer emoji ask

😅 I am literally not embarrassed by any of my writings.

🥺 I always put my emotions in all of my writings. I have a happy personality and I love movies and I get some motivations from them with out knowing it at the time.

🤡 most of everything makes me laugh because I crack myself up as I am writing. I will be sitting down writing and my imagination is healthy and laughing is a huge part of who I am.

I will just bust out laughing and tell a family member hey listen to what I just wrote and they bust out laughing to.

😈 yes, all of the time because I know what I look for in a book or story and sometimes my family has me to write funny stories about them and they know that I will always have something crazy good for them to read.

✍ no

👁 I don't have a shopping cart in my emojis.

The interaction between the characters and their closeness they have one way or another.

👅 again I don't have the correct emoji.

It depends on what the wildest ride means to others.

Me: when hope thought she watched Vince burned to death. It really hit home with me and it was the only writing I did that when went to my heart. I normally won't write about sadness.

? I don't have all of these emojis on my computer.

Give myself a compliment.

Okay, I am 100% sincere about my writings.

That's what makes them good.

💋 it depends, because I don't like cheesy stuff.

I like heart felt emotions and if it's not emotional and real feeling I won't finish reading it.

🎶 yes, I listen to kiss alot, on loop, heaven is on fire and something like girl I was made to love you by kiss.

🛠 nothing, I fly by the seat of my pants 100% of the time.

⛔ yes, I actually do and I have 2 or 3 of them.

I didn't like the characters anymore.

🙋‍♀️I don't know.

🍦hope and Vince because they connected with each other because they have the same life history and heart.

🍷yes, sometimes

🍆 not the real hot spicy stuff for the world to see.

But I keep those personal because it's personal.

🌞 when it's quite and I can think.

💖 my dad is a writer and he would let me read his blogs. But his was about work. His crew learned alot more about him by reading his blogs.

✉ I am happy to hear for people about my writings.

I know I have been slacking on editing but I am working as well as writing on down time. My only excuse there.

❌ I am very careful about describing cultural differences and I have seen how people are extremely tackie when they write about the same thing.

💲I guess, my friends say I should publish my writings and become a writer for a career.

🧐 on my really private writings I research the heck out of those.

🏆this one on here about hope and Vince. I have family and friends who logs on every day or night to read my blog and I get text messages Thur the night giving me feedback.

🥮 don't have a pumpkin

I don't write anything about holidays or hardly anything about weddings and funerals.

Here lately I have found myself having break my own rules.

🎯 yes, my best friend, because she's been knowing me for a real long time. We're so inttuned with each other I had her to write a 1/2 chapter for me Because I was busy at work and I didn't want to fall behind.

She's a teacher and she sat at her desk at home and wrote me a 1/2 chapter and I had asked her where was her work starting at.

💅don't have the contact emoji

I would love them, but I am so attached to my work I think I would be really picky.

📈 honestly, personal ones I would never put here probably about 21

Spiral notebooks full.

🦅 fly by the seat of my pants.

👀 I never know till I get there. never think about oh, I say I need to write about this or that.

🤗 first of all, like here look around and see if this is the place for your writing.

Know your Audience a little bit a tiny bit.

Then remember, be real about your writings. Be respectful and don't just slap a bunch of crap out with not plot no direction to it.

Then just have fun.

💞 hope is because I have been accused of running my house like boot camp.

My kids never was allowed to be shaped tongue or just rude little creeps. Hopes background the family business makes her have self control alot.

🧠 Vince

🤩Vince, because I have literally been raised around a bunch of guys.

🤲 maybe hope and Vince gets pregnant.

😬 the Brad stuff when it went wrong

Because it's nothing like they're use to read from my stories.

I mean I have a few friends and family who reads all of my blogs but they know everything about me.

🎉 I have been writing long enough to know when it's good or not.

I feel it inside of me.

✅ the personalities and regulationships interactions between the characters.

How two characters can really relate with each other

📚 yes, most Definitely.

⌛not long at all, minutes maybe 3o minutes if I am laughing my butt off at the thing's that I think about.

🤯 I have not wanted to write about action yet.

Personal experiences, those are the hard ones.

💔 yes, when hope watching Vince burning up in the car.

I woke up last night and said, I don't like it.

I will rewrite it tomorrow, I have had sorrow in my life and that tore me up.

My dad died of cancer and my best friend she got cancer 2 years later but she is good now.

💥 if you are a writer then I am OK with it.

🤭 no

Just fictional Novel

🥰 yes, I would love questions.