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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚂 - chapter 2: fight fire with fire.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - eddie refuses to give you space, not that he really can considering you're sharing a room now. it's having some strange effects on you.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 4.1k

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - brief wet dream aka sexual dream, references to sex/sexuality, mentions of past infidelity/bad relationship, use of "spaz" (not hatefully)

His hands were all over you, holding you tight, exploring your skin as his lips tasted every inch of your neck. You couldn’t help but arch your back, begging him to pull you just a little closer.

“Are you ready for me?” he purred into your ear, and you nodded quickly.

“I need you— please, I want you inside me,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He was pressed up against you, ready to spear you on his cock and make you his, and you were almost crying you were so desperate for it. “Say my name,” he demanded.

“Eddie…”

Startled awake by the cacophonous beeping of your alarm, you were torn from your dream and sat up with a jolt— of course, with the top bunk just above, you banged your head against a wooden slat and groaned as you grabbed your throbbing skull.

Eddie’s head appeared, hanging upside down over the railing as his hair flopped forward towards the carpet. “What’s happenin’, hot stuff?” he smiled at you.

You rolled your eyes as you slammed your free hand on the snooze button; back to reality, and it was quite literally a rude awakening. Dreams had that way of disappearing the moment you woke up— all you could remember was that it was pleasant, sensual, something that made your cheeks warm just to try to recall. Whatever it was, it was gone now. “Thank you for not trying to do the accent,” you frowned when you understood the reference he was making, though you made a face when you thought about it for a second. “Wait— you’ve seen Sixteen Candles?”

“Yeah, I love that movie,” he announced.

“Didn’t seem like your kind of thing,” you shrugged.

He sighed a little as he pulled his head back up, and a moment later, he was jumping down the ladder. "Guess you don't know me as well as you thought," he explained.

Your eyes lingered for just a second on the muscles of his back as he stood facing away from you, stretching his arms and standing on his tiptoes. He started to move his head, and you worried he would look back and catch you, so you quickly turned to face the wall and pulled your blanket up higher by your ear.

“C’mon, isn’t it time for you to get up for school?” he prompted.

“I don’t have to leave this early,” you denied.

“You do if I’m giving you a ride,” he explained.

Oh, shit; it made sense, logistically, since you didn’t have a car— but it wasn’t going to be very much fun. Nope: it wasn’t fun when he was honking the horn outside while you tried to rush getting dressed, it wasn’t fun when he started backing out before you’d even shut your door, it wasn’t fun when he shot you a glare as you rolled your eyes and reached to turn down the blaring metal music.

“I’m barely gonna make it in time now!” he scolded you, turning the dial back up— thankfully, not as loud as it was before.

“You’re never on time for school,” you reminded him, pulling down the shade from the ceiling so you could use the mirror inside and finish your makeup. You applied your lip gloss first, careful not to draw outside the lines while he drove somewhat recklessly.

“I live closer now than I did before, this is my chance to start being early,” he explained. “But now I’ve gotta go out of the way to take you to college or whatever.”

“Hey, you’re not paying rent,” you reminded him, popping your lips together as you screwed the lipgloss lid back on, “if this is what my mom is making you do to earn your keep, that’s a pretty sweet deal.”

“Fair enough,” he offered with one hand raised— the other still on the wheel, thank god.

You adjusted the mirror slightly to look at your eyes, uncapping your mascara and taking a glance at the road ahead to make sure there were no turns coming to mess up your work.

“What classes do you have today?” he asked.

“Just core stuff,” you explained, “nothing actually related to what I do. Calculus is first, and then Western Literat—”

You were cut off when Eddie’s van hit a pothole, jerking your whole hand and making you gasp. You tightened your lips together, looking at Eddie with a deathly glare.

He cackled as he caught a glimpse of the massive black smear under your eyebrow. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you informed him plainly.

“Nah, that’ll come right off,” he insisted, licking his thumb and reaching out towards your face.

“Ew, ew!” you grimaced, leaning a way. “Are you crazy?! I’m not letting you touch my eye with your spit!”

“My mouth’s clean!” he promised.

“I can handle this myself, thanks,” you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror and trying to wipe the smudge away. Of course, it only smeared more, until your whole eyelid was one big black mess. You sighed in defeat, until it gave you an idea.

“What are you so worried about, anyway?” Eddie wondered. “You don’t need that stuff.”

“Huh?” you asked, only half paying attention as you smeared some mascara off the brush onto your other eyelid, using your finger to spread it around.

“You don’t need to wear makeup,” he stated plainly, “you’re already pretty.”

“Well, thanks,” you offered quickly, “but that’s not really how it works. You have to look professional and everything for college— women are supposed to wear makeup or it’s not professional.”

“That’s bullshit,” Eddie frowned, “you shouldn’t have to wear makeup for your job unless you’re a model or a party clown or… Gene Simmons.”

You snorted, admiring your work in the mirror… not perfect, but good enough. “Well, I get the feeling this look isn’t going to be especially professional, actually.”

He turned to look at you, eyes going wide at the sight. “What… what did you do?”

“Eh, went for a kind of punk thing, I guess,” you shrugged, getting one last look at your black eye makeup before flipping the shade back up.

“Oh, well, uh—” he cleared his throat— “it looks good.”

He cleared his throat again, and you smirked proudly. “You’re not… into it, are you?” you pressed.

“N-no— what?” he stammered, reaching back to scratch the nape of his neck under all that hair. “I mean, it’s a good look for you, you know, kinda— not what I expected, I guess.”

“It’s all uhhh you’re pretty you don’t need makeup uhhhhh,” you parodied in a deep and unflattering voice, “until I get mascara all over my eyes and now you’re totally digging me.”

“You wish,” he scoffed, “like I said, you’re not my type.”

The song on the radio ended and a commercial for shampoo came on— clearly a product needed for all of Eddie’s fellow headbangers. “I hate commercials,” you groaned, “can we turn the radio off?”

“Sure, I’ll even let you pick the music— open the glove,” he offered. When you did, a slew of tapes and other trash spilled out: folded receipts, a half-empty pack of cigarettes, and to your not-quite-surprise, some suspicious blue foil squares with a ring indented in them. You laughed as you picked one up off the floor.

"Condoms and cigarettes— and look, they're both extra slims," you announced.

"Shut up," he groaned.

“Ribbed for her pleasure,” you noticed, giving him a sarcastically proud smile. “Wow. And they said chivalry is dead!”

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you’re not gettin’ any,” he decided.

“And you are?” you pressed.

“Yeah! That’s what the condoms are for, genius!” he widened his eyes. “What did you think I was doing with them, making balloon animals?”

“Well, let’s see—” you started to shuffle through the ones on the floor, and the ones left in the box. “Three on the ground, two in the glove— that’s five.”

“Wow, that high school diploma’s really paying off,” he frowned.

“You bought a six pack, you used one, and you saved the rest for a rainy day that never came,” you imagined, tilting your head. “Aw. Keep dreamin’, loverboy.”

“Okay, first of all, Loverboy sucks,” he announced as you chuckled and rolled your eyes. “I mean, Heaven in Your Eyes? What even was that?”

You didn’t openly agree with him, because you were trying to argue, but yeah— Loverboy was so overrated. That was probably the first time you ever agreed with Eddie Munson.

“Secondly, it was a twelve pack,” he informed you.

Swallowing thickly, you glanced out the window. He was making the last turn for your junior college already— you were so ready to get out of this old piece of shit and away from him right now. “Hey, you can just drop me off here,” you offered as you drove past the big brick sign outside the front building.

“You sure? I could take you closer— what building’s your first class in?” he pressed.

“Here is fine,” you insisted. “I’ll take the bus home, okay? My last class is pretty late—”

“Woah, hey,” he laughed, “the closest bus stop is, like, a mile from your house.”

“You think I can’t walk a mile?”

“Not in those,” he pointed at your shiny Mary Janes.

“At least they’re flats!” you defended.

The van slowed to a stop at the place you’d told him. “I’ll be here at 5:30— that’s when your class gets out, right?”

“Don’t you have Hellfire tonight?” you tilted your head.

“Aw, you remembered,” he smiled. “Yeah, we used to be Mondays… we’re Tuesdays now.”

“Oh,” you nodded, opening the passenger door. “Okay, see you at 5:30, then.”

You hopped out onto the grass by the pavement, and he waved as you swung the door shut behind you.

For some reason, you had a hard time focusing in your first class after that— not that you were ever fascinated by derivatives or anything. You kept thinking about those condoms that had fallen out of Eddie’s glovebox…

What kind of girl would hook up with Eddie? Not just as in, like, what self-respecting human woman would sleep with Eddie Munson— what would she look like, what would she talk like? Is she into him because he’s in a band, or is she just the first woman you’d ever heard of who’s into Dungeon Masters?

(You hated that you even knew that was what they were called, but you remembered a lot of the terminology from the spines of the books Eddie had added to your shelves. A Dungeon Master’s Guide, The Book of Marvelous Magic and Creature Catalogue didn’t quite fit in with your photography books and classic literature…)

Regardless, you didn’t want to imagine what kind of women Eddie might be using up those ribbed condoms with. You didn’t want to, and yet, you were.

You nodded as you chewed the bite of sausage in your mouth, giving Wayne a thumbs up. “Glad you like it,” he smiled at you, sitting down at the head of the table. You dropped your eyes down to your plate, to the mashed potatoes your mom had made and the sausages Wayne had cooked on the grill; you didn’t like him sitting there at dinner time. You really had nothing against Wayne, except for his role in bringing Eddie into your life. Wayne was somewhat quiet, generally polite (though no one would accuse him of being especially classy), and apparently, he could cook— as long as it was something appropriately simple, like sausages on the grill.

But you still didn’t like him sitting there. It brought back too many memories of when someone else used to sit there; all these years, and you still felt like you’d just gotten used to that chair being empty.

You were too focused on ignoring everything going on that you didn’t even really notice the awkward silence; there wasn’t silence in this house that much anymore, and you were surprised that it wasn’t Eddie who interrupted it. Of course, his mouth was full of food… that was probably the only way to shut him up.

“How was school today, honey?” your mom offered to break the pause.

“Well—” you began.

“It was—” Eddie started at the same time, and you looked at each other.

“She meant me,” you assured.

“Both of you,” your mom decided.

“It’s—” you started over.

“I—” Eddie began again, and you lightly banged your fist on the table. “You first,” he offered.

“No, please,” you gestured to him, “tell us about how you skipped class to get stoned.”

Your mom frowned at you and Wayne sighed.

“Make any big sales today?” you prompted him with a smile.

“Sales?” your mom tilted her head.

“U-uh, Hellfire bake sale!” he blurted out. “Yeah, we’re raising money for… animals…”

“Oh, that’s nice,” your mom smiled, returning her attention to her plate which freed Eddie to shoot you his best attempt at an intimidating glare. You raised your eyebrows at him in return, a reminder that if you told your mom too much about his… entrepreneurial endeavors… that she would likely kick him out or at least make him stop.

The honest truth, something you hadn’t even admitted to yourself properly yet, was that you would never actually tell your mom that Eddie was a drug dealer. Maybe it was because you were afraid of shattering this strange illusion she seemed to have of him— of a polite, humorous young man that paid her little compliments when he could— even though that very misinterpretation of his character drove you insane. Or, maybe it was because you knew that learning about Eddie’s real career would likely drive a wedge between your mom and Wayne; Wayne seemed intentionally ignorant to the drugs as much as your mother was genuinely unaware of it, and maybe being forced to confront the risk of all this would be too much for them.

“My day was fine,” you finally offered. “I, um, have a test on Monday, but… should be easy. How was work?”

You were asking Wayne, you were looking right at him, but he seemed surprised. “Me?” he wondered.

You nodded. “Yeah…”

He cleared his throat and set his fork down, as if that were a much more serious question than it was. “It was good,” he decided. “Everyone’s been working hard… there’s a higher production demand, so there’s gonna be a lot of overtime this week.”

“Aw,” your mom cooed sadly, resting her hand on Wayne’s. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, honey,” he smiled at her. “But, it’ll be worth the extra money. Got a wedding to save up for, don’t we?”

Eddie hummed before swallowing the food in his mouth. “Do you guys know what you wanna do for it yet? Got a date picked or anything?”

“We’re still deciding,” your mom explained with a cautiously-excited smile. “We’d like to have it sometime this summer, maybe— something small, of course, very casual…”

“Sounds nice,” Eddie smiled back.

“You could have it in the park,” you suggested, “you know that one place off the walking trail, with the big trees that look kind of like an archway? I always thought that would be a nice place to get married.”

Eddie snorted, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve thought about that?”

“Yeah, so?” you shrugged, looking back at your plate as you pushed your food around the white ceramic.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he realized, “you’re so one of those girls who has their whole wedding planned in advance. Picked out your dress and everything?”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Did you plan it all while you were dating Gary Thompson?” he asked with a coy grin.

You cleared your throat and pushed your plate away. “I’m full, can I be excused?”

“Honey…” your mom sighed.

“What?” Eddie asked with a hint of defensiveness.

“Can I go?” you asked again.

“You’ve hardly eaten anything,” Wayne pointed out.

“I’m not hungry!” you snapped, pushing out your chair and getting up.

“Is it what I said?” Eddie assumed instantly. “Hey, I’m sorry! I was just kidding!”

You were already walking down the hall to your room, and you heard your mom beginning to explain quietly to Eddie: “Gary was…” she trailed off. “Things ended badly there. He was—”

“Mom!” you snapped. It was none of his business; but she was probably going to tell him anyway, and you weren’t going to try to stop her. You stormed into your room and shut the door behind you.

The most devastating thing was that for a second, you expected to see your room the way it used to be: your bed with the white frame and purple quilt, your posters, your stuff. But instead you saw the bunk beds, the godforsaken bunk beds, his guitar, his posters, his records…

You jumped onto your mattress and shoved your face into the pillow to scream. Yes, the tantrum was a little inappropriate for your age, but you were only acting like a kid because you felt like one— because you were being treated like one! You’d lost control over your own life, Eddie was inescapable. He was everywhere, reminding you of things you’d tried to forget, bothering you when you just wanted peace and quiet.

Okay, maybe things had been a lot less lonely since he got here. But then he had to go and say that, bring up Gary fucking Thompson like it was a joke…

You heard the door open, and you curled yourself up on top of the bed. Just when you expected your mom to sit down on the mattress beside you and ask you to come back to the table, you heard Eddie’s voice instead. “Hey… you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Go away.”

He sighed and you heard his wallet chain jingling a bit as he ignored your instructions and stepped closer. “Listen, I had no idea about Gary. I was just trying to be funny.”

“You’re not funny,” you added quickly, and he laughed a little.

“Yeah, I’m not,” he agreed, and you felt the mattress sink as he sat by your feet. “I never really knew what happened there, I just knew you guys were going out all of junior and senior year— and, I mean, I figured out that you aren’t anymore since I never saw him around and you never mentioned it, but… I figured it was just one of those things that happens and then, you know, ends.”

You sighed. “Well, it didn’t just end. I’m sure my mom told you.”

“I mean, she said it was a sore spot for you, but that’s it,” he replied, and you turned over onto your back. He was looking at your face, but you were staring up at the slats under Eddie’s mattress above you.

“Things were never great with him,” you admitted, “I mean, I think they seemed fine to me back then because I didn’t know any better. But he was cheating on me… basically the entire time.”

“Oh— fuck, seriously?” Eddie choked.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know,” you laughed sadly, “essentially everyone did but me. One of those ‘open secrets’, I guess. Honestly, how did you even remember his name? He graduated two years ago.”

“Uh, well,” Eddie cleared his throat, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I dunno— I just remembered…”

“Did you ever talk to him?”

“No,” he laughed, “hell no, he seemed like a douche.”

“You remember every douche from the Class of ‘84?” you smiled.

“That would require remembering basically everyone, so, no,” he tilted his head on the last word for emphasis.

“So why him?” you wondered with your eyebrows knitted.

“Doesn’t matter,” he coughed, “anyways— I’m sorry that he treated you like that. Honestly, I wondered what you saw in him.”

“Bull,” you rolled your eyes, sitting up on the bed slightly, “you didn’t notice me at all. You barely knew I existed, except when I was taking your club’s yearbook pictures.”

He smiled a little, looking away. “Yeah, you’re right,” he shrugged.

“And the feeling was mutual,” you nodded.

“What feeling?”

“Indifference,” you offered. “A lack of feeling.”

“I think you thought I was annoying,” he decided.

“I was trying to be nice,” you frowned, “but, yes, in the few moments I took the time to think about you at all, I thought you were annoying.”

“And now?”

“And now I’m forced to constantly think about how annoying you are,” you replied.

He smiled. “Good. That’s the goal.”

You’d been banging on the door to no avail, groaning loudly, but he either couldn’t hear you from inside the shower or didn’t care.

“Eddie!” you shouted at the bathroom door, but your voice broke since it was the first thing you’d said since waking up. “Eddie, hurry up!” you repeated.

Checking the time again, you knew you were cutting it way too close to get ready for your first class. You slammed your fist on the door again, baring your teeth to no one.

"Eddie, I need to brush my teeth!" you demanded.

His voice was distant, but clear, from inside the room. "Then come in!"

You sighed, but gave in and swung open the door. The humid air was a little uncomfortable, but you rushed to the sink to start brushing your teeth so you could be done before he got out. But of course, the second you put a glob of toothpaste on the brush and stuck it in your mouth, he turned the water off.

You heard him sigh, and then saw the towel be pulled down from over the rod and out of sight. Looking at your hazy reflection in the mirror, you fought the urge to hum a tune: you usually did while you brushed your teeth, for entertainment but also to make sure you brushed long enough, but now you were afraid Eddie would hear and mock your tastes.

The shower curtain slid aside with a metallic sound, and you refused to look at him as he stepped out. You refused to look as he walked behind you to the other sink. You only saw him when he wiped the steam off his side of the mirror.

A towel slung low on his hips, there were still some drops of water dripping off of his hair and onto his shoulders, rolling down his back and chest. He had more tattoos than you thought: his chest, his clavicle, his hip, and his side all had ink, and that's to say nothing of his arms. There was cursive writing on his ribs, and you refused to stare long enough to see what it said, but your first assumption was that it was a name; and, for some reason, you felt strange imagining him getting a girlfriend's name tattooed. It was a romantic— if horribly stupid— idea, and you wondered what kind of girl would be so amazing to compel him to do something like that. You'd never known him to have any girlfriends in high school… you realized that you preferred it that way, inexplicably.

His hair wasn't nearly as flat and stringy as you figured it would be— not that you'd thought about this before. But the point is, his mane had kept most of its curl, though it was certainly longer when wet. It was darker, too, almost totally black instead of that dusty chestnut brown you were more familiar with.

His body was toned, tanned, and decorated here and there with patches of dark hair. And he was still wearing that chain around his neck. Why was that the cherry on top of the proverbial eye candy sundae? Why were you a little clammy on the palms— from far more than just the damp post-shower air— just from looking at him?

He was so not your type. In any way. Too grungy, too hairy, too… Eddie. He was a weirdo! He was your brother, kind of. Not enough to keep you from ogling, apparently… but enough that you shouldn't be! Maybe it was just because this was the cleanest you'd seen him that you saw him with new eyes.

That was when you suddenly remembered the dream you’d had last night. As the images flashed in your mind— his hands running over your skin, his hair dangling by your face as he hovered over you, his body on yours— you gasped and choked on the toothpaste in your mouth.

The sound made him look over at you in the mirror, and you quickly bent down and coughed the foamy substance into the sink.

“You’re such a spaz,” he groaned quietly, putting his own toothbrush in his mouth.

And that was the second time ever that you agreed with Eddie Munson.

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displacedentities · 4 years ago

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Night Out

My quickfic for @doodledrawsthings Coffee Shop AU! In truth I had this in the books for months and just never got around to finish it ;u; Unfortunately only the muse can decide when it’s time to slap me with enough serotonin to work on this, so I rode the high from recent art and wrapped it up! It’s not as clean as I wanted, but you know what, have it anyway.

-Myst -----

Finally. Another shift in the books.

With a heavy sigh, Luka stretches his back as the clock chimes up on the wall over the glass doors. Deft fingers untie the back before he slips the fabric apron over his head. A light snap of magnets punctuates the white noise of steaming coffee machines, and Luka stuffs his nametag into his pants pocket.

Luka was embarrassed to think about how much of a struggle it was to steady on for the entirety of the workday. Stress ate at him all the time, over so many things. Harriet was priority number one - did he remember to prep her meals for the day? Was she still ok, back in the apartment? Was Professor Popcorn in need of more repairs? Luka would happily handle such a task, of course, but...

He wasn't guaranteed to have thumbs when the evening finally came. There was his time limit to think about.

"Hey Luka?"

Damn, but being cursed was such a pain. Chopping vegetables was a particular bane of his existence. How could he trust himself with a knife like that? Ugh. He hated to make Harriet do it - no child should be wielding a knife before the age of 13, for any reason. He'd just have to MacGyver a solution or something.

"Luka..."

And on top of that, he had the upcoming bills to fret over. Rent was due in a few days, and he'd made a decent amount in tips, but they could not afford to have their upstairs neighbor burst a pipe again. He and Harriet had spent the entire afternoon toweling up their poor carpets to avoid getting mildew. Or worse, bugs. Luka was a fan of bugs, but not in his carpets, or sneaking into the mattress where they could bite his daughter.

"HEY!"

This time, the voice manages to pierce the haze of worry writhing in Luka's brain. Jolting to attention, the auburn-haired adult turns around, blinking owlishly at his colleague, Clover.

The braided redhead is giving him a wan smile, her brows furrowed in worry as she sets down a large bag of coffee beans under the counter.

"You spaced out again, buddy. Did you hear a word I said?" the barista asks, folding her arms over her stained apron.

"Uhh... you said my name," Luka replied, feeling a bit awkward as he chuckles once. "Sorry, I probably missed anything you might have asked me."

"I was asking if you ever go out."

"Ah- what?"

That was unexpected. Go out?

"You know-" Clover holds up her hands to gesture to the world in general, and beyond the coffee shop doors "-out! Like, with friends or anybody?"

Ah.

Luka laughs once, rubbing a hand on one side of his face.

"You mean since I moved into town? Nah, not really. Me and my daughter have only been here a few months - can't say we made many friends just yet."

Nor was that a risk they could take. Who knows how long they could stay here, before he was inevitably found out? One could argue it was a risk just- doing what he was doing now. Trying to hold a job, staying in an apartment; a semi-permanent living situation. They'd been on the road so long, old habits were quite hard to break. And if he was entirely honest with himself, Luka didn't know yet if he felt safe, even six months past the first day he arrived in the rural town of Subcon.

Clover's frown deepens, her arms dropping back to her sides. Her dropped guard betrays her worry, before she tries to play it off with another lighthearted smile and upbeat words.

"Oh come on, it can't have been that long since you've just done something fun for the sake of it. When was the last time you went out with friends and enjoyed yourself?" she asks.

"Why is this important?" Luka asks, his own guard slowly rising. He didn't quite see where she was going with this, but he wasn't sure he'd like it.

Oops- maybe not the most polite way to phrase that, as he sees an awkward flinch on Clover's face. Quick, recover! Luka chuckles once, also trying to lighten the mood.

"You and MJ never really asked me that kind of stuff before. I thought I was hired to serve coffee, not tea."

"We serve both, ya doofus," Clover smirks, rubbing one of her well-muscled arms with the other in a self-conscious gesture. "You should know that, since you've been working here almost four months now. And uh- well, MJ just kind of noticed you always seem very tired whenever you leave work."

Luka smiles back, but it's forced. Careful. Don't give any hints that it's anything serious. Don't be suspicious.

"Oh, that? I uh- I'm not used to the retail scene. I'll probably adapt to it soon."

Clover doesn't seem convinced. Still, her expression is sympathetic, rather than judgmental or suspicious. She leans her back on the counter, looking over Luka's exhausted demeanor and baggy eyes with a skeptical smile.

"I'm sure you will." She rests her hands on the counter. "In the meantime, you should go out for bowling with me and MJ! We were planning this outing for about a week, and maybe you'd wanna come with?"

Luka stops mid-folding of his apron. He turns toward Clover with surprise.

"Bowling? As in- knocking over pins in an alley, bowling?"

Clover rolls her eyes, amused. "No, as in rolling cereal bowls. Yes, that kind of bowling, Luka. It'll be fun! Eat some cheap pizza, knock over pins, watch the uncanny valley animations on the TV screen, the whole shebang. You up for joining us?"

"I uh- I didn't know there was a bowling alley here?" Luka says, his voice pitching up as he gives a sheepish laugh. "I- I don't know..."

Shit.

He could already feel the first touches of his curse starting to well up. A quick glance to his hands- okay, no purple yet. But it was coming.

Luka tucks his hands behind his back just in case.

"I'm not sure, I have Harriet to worry about..." he fumbles, rushing to think of excuses. It hurts his heart a little when he sees the disappointed expression Clover wears.

"Are you sure?" she asks, her tone gentle. "It'll only be a for a couple of hours - I could ask Cookie next door if she'd be willing to handle your daughter for the night. She's a fantastic sitter, and your daughter would have Mu to play with."

Luka opened his mouth, preparing to turn it down- then closed it again, brows furrowed as he chews over the thought.

Only a few hours... hm. His curse's current time limit was somewhere a little short of eight hours, he was sure. As long as he didn't have to pick up a shift at work, he would have most of his day free to spend out of the motel. An outing to a bowling alley couldn't possibly last eight hours, though he'd... never actually gone bowling before.

"I.... don't know... I've never been bowling, I'll just hold you back-"

"Nonsense," Clover says, waving off his excuse immediately. "MJ and I aren't professionals or anything, Luka - it's just for fun! You've never been?? That means you've gotta try it, at least once. Please?"

...mmh. Luka would be lying if he said he wasn't very tempted. But he had so much to worry about! His daughter, his curse... keeping his job, being able to support the two of them. Not to mention, getting used to his slow camaraderie with Clover and MJ. That sort of outing would throw their friendship into first gear.

"It's ok," Clover interrupts his thoughts, standing back up straight as she grabs a rag and finishes wiping down the counter. "You don't have to come, we just thought... you know, it might be fun. You look like you need some serious time to unwind, dude. All we ever see of you is showing up to work, dealing with customers, then you leave. And hey, if you change your mind, the offer's still open."

Luka curls his fingers, foot tapping the floor in small fidget.

"Well, I'm gonna start closing up the back," Clover says, tossing the rag into a laundry bin next to the employee break room. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Wait!"

Clover stops, turning around with the laundry basket.

"What day were you planning to do it?"

What am I thinking?? I can't go on an outing with them!

Unaware of Luka's silent stresses, Clover beams, her smile lighting up once again.

"Saturday! Would that work for you?"

"Mnhg- maybe?" Luka concedes, forcing his own sheepish smile despite his brain screaming No nO this is a bad idea! His mouth continues to run away from him. "Saturday is my errand day - me and Harriet go out for groceries in the morning, and eat out at whatever lunch restaurant she picks. I wouldn't be open until the evening, and Sunday's game day for me and my daughter."

Bad idea, what are you doing?!

"That's perfect!" Clover says, delighted and still not privy to Luka's inner struggle. "If we close the shop at five, we can drive to the bowling alley around 5:30, play a game or two and eat. Should go until about... eight-ish? How's that sound?"

Say no, say NO!

"Sure, sounds fun."

AGH!

"Great!" Clover says, a skip in her step as she lopes off to the back room with the laundry basket. "I'll text MJ to let him know - he's already gone back to his apartment."

"Yeah, I'll uh- I'll text him too," Luka chuckles, scratching behind his head with one hand- and immediately putting a stop to that action, as he feels the points of sharp claws dig at his scalp. Both arms are dropped and tucked behind his back, a big smile on his face. "Gotta give him the full details and everything, haha..."

"No problem- see you!" Clover bids Luka goodbye, waving one hand as she cheerily hauls the laundry bin off into the back.

"Bye!" Luka says, his voice cracking from nerves.

Oh thank god she's gone.

Luka pulls his hands back out into view, and sees the telltale purple staining begin to creep up his flesh. Peck. It was already starting- Clover left just in time. He could already feel the sharp ends of his canines starting to poke into his bottom lip. He didn't have much left of the day in human form- he had to get home right now.

Snatching up his belongings from his locker, stuffing his work apron inside, Luka loops his bag over his shoulder and leaps over the service counter. He missed the rack of sugar packets this time, thankfully, his sneakers squeaking on the tile floor as he bolts out the door. The bell rings as the glass entryway opens and shuts, signaling his departure. Car keys are whipped out of his bag, a slowly deforming finger just managing to push the button to unlock the vehicle as he clambers inside. Just five minutes- he could make five minutes.

The engine of the car roars to life, and Luka zips off out of the employee parking space, trying his best to ignore it as his fingers swell and fuse together, and his eyes reflect golden light in the rear view mirror.

------

MJ's car putters up to outside the bowling alley, fixing his blue-dyed hair with a sigh. Clover, in the passenger seat, drums her hand on the door handle with excitement.

"This is gonna be so much fun," she says, turning to look over her shoulder at the stiff and uncomfortable Luka in the backseat. "I'm so glad you decided to come, Luka- we'll show you the ropes of bowling!"

"Great," the young man says, putting up another shaky smile as his fingers tense around his kneecaps. "Can't wait!"

"That's the spirit," MJ speaks up, giving Luka a quick smile of his own before twisting the key in the ignition. The car's engine dies down, the doors unlocking as MJ shifts the gear into park. "Clover told me you were nervous about hanging out, and that's completely fine by me - if you feel uncomfortable and don't want to stay, just let us know, ok? We'll drive you back to the apartment building, no hesitation."

Luka inhaled deeply, letting out a heavy sigh from the back seat of the car. It felt like his nerves were trying to shake him apart. A glance at his watch-

Was he really going forward with this?

...Yes. He was. As much as Luka worried, Clover had been right. It'd been far too long since he'd taken 'me' time.

Luka puts a hand on the door and pulls the handle, stepping out of the car before he has a chance to psyche himself out.

It's just a couple hours. He still had plenty of time, after his midday outings with Harriet.

Stay calm. You can do this.

The sign above the brick building shines with neon lights, saying 'Pins & Cushions' in bright blue and red. The backdrop is a painting that Luka can swear was painted in the 80s, displaying a bowling ball as it barrels into pins and knocking them askew with a cartoony impact mark.

"Pins & Cushions?" he says aloud, smirking a little bit.

"Kind of silly, right?" MJ speaks up, locking the car behind him with a click. "Sounds more like a sewing parlor than a bowling alley."

"It's because they boasted having cushioned chairs," Clover says, snickering. "You've never been, but most bowling alleys have these awful plastic chairs that hurt to sit on for too long."

"You mean like the chairs in high school?"

Luka's joke earns a quick bark of a laugh from Clover.

"Couched seating areas in a bowling alley was, sadly, a craze that never caught on," MJ says, ascending the concrete steps up to the building. "But this one did, and the place is like forty years old and too stubborn to change, so your butt will thank you later."

When the doors open, Luka is immediately washed with a cocktail of smells he didn't think could- nor should- ever go together. First and foremost is the thick smell of plastic and rubber, followed by the chemical odor of cleaning sprays, and the sizzling smell of burning cheese. Air conditioning blasts them from above as the three young adults enter the bowling alley, the doors sliding shut behind their backs. The sounds hit next - a cacophonous mix of rubber soles squeaking on polished floors, heavy objects falling and rolling, and the clatter of pins falling into the trap at the far end of the establishment.

It was loud, smelled strange, and the carpet looked lifted straight out of an arcade.

Luka was torn between anxiety, and a strange sort of excitement he hadn't felt in a long, long time. This was something new, something unfamiliar- he had hours to enjoy himself, and spend time not worrying about stresses of life. Harriet had a sitter, paid in advance with an alarm for when he would return, and he was out with- friends? Had him accepting this invitation solidified their friendship at this point? ...the thought made a happy butterfly flutter in his stomach.

This would be a great evening, he could feel it.

"Earth to Luka." MJ's amused tone causes Luka to jump. "Something on your mind? You're smiling."

"Oh- uh- nothing," Luka says, scratching behind his head sheepishly. "Just- thanks. For inviting me. I think I really did need this a lot."

"YEAH you do!" Clover thumps him on the back with one hand. "Come on! You have to give your shoes to the clerk so they can give you your bowling shoes."

"Ah, what? I have to take off my shoes on this carpet?" Luka complains, lifting a foot with distaste. "I feel like I'm stepping on twenty-year-old candy."

"It's part of the charm!" Clover sings, already removing one of her sneakers. "It's either this, or slip all over the place on the actual alley floor. You're getting the full bowling experience whether you like it or not, coffee boy."

"Ex-CUSE me!" Luka says with a dramatic gasp, hopping on one foot as he works to remove his own shoes. "I think you will find I'm a coffee man, thank you."

"Coffee twink," Clover counters.

"No, that's MJ."

"HEY! I will call lion's share of the tips for that one," MJ shakes a sneaker at them both in a mock scolding gesture.

"YOU'RE BOTH COFFEE TWINKS," Clover declares to the entire establishment as she fights off her last sneaker, racing for the counter before the others can catch up. "HURRY UP, COFFEE TWINKS, WE NEED TO PICK OUT BOWLING BALLS."

"I have dibs on the galaxy patterned one!" MJ yells after Clover.

Clover gives MJ an evil grin as she takes her bowling shoes and pays the rental fee, tying them before sauntering over to the racks of bowling balls. Her hand hovers over the selection, giving a teasing pause over the bowling ball made with swirled star plastic.

"Don't you dare," MJ hisses from the counter, pointing an accusing finger at Clover as he hands over the money for both his and Luka's rental shoes.

"It's either the tips share, or the bowling ball! You decide!" Clover yells back, drumming her fingers on the coveted starry bowling ball.

"Fiiiiine," MJ says with a dramatic tone, though his smile gives away his mirth. "You know I wasn't going to take the tips anyway, Clo."

"I know~" she says, giggling while she moves on to a different rack of bowling balls. "And you know I wouldn't do that to your poor weak arms, either, Moonie."

Luka finishes tying his rental shoes, thanking MJ before he makes his way down the small stairway to the alleys. It's very bright in this section of the building, with cushioned couches surrounding tables and standing consoles. Metal railings and a chute of some kind were positioned at each alleyway, some with bowling balls sitting idle atop the metal racks.

"So, what now?" Luka asks, the excitement of wading into unknown waters welling in his chest again.

"Pick a bowling ball!" Clover says, gesturing to the racks of heavy plastic spheres. "You'll want a heavy one, but not too heavy for you to lift and throw."

"Go easy on us, Clover." MJ shakes his head as he picks up his favorite starry ball. "Ms. Gun Show and her fourteen-pound bowling ball."

The redhead leans over and scoops up a swirled green bowling ball, hefting it on one arm and pumping it like a weight.

"You might get some guns yourself if you helped me landscape and move sod around my garden, Coffee Twink #1," she says, flexing a bicep.

"I refuse to acknowledge that nickname."

"Sorry, it's our team name now," Clover laughs, "the Coffee Twinks!"

"Hey, I thought our team name was the Comets?!"

"That was before Luka joined the team - now it's a 2-to-1 twink majority, I don't make the rules."

Luka just has his face in his hands, laughing through the whole exchange as he leans on the metal racks.

"You're just as bad as Harriet!" Luka laughs, pushing his hair back out of his eyes with one hand. "I don't even know where she learned that word - Cookie's daughter, probably?"

"Definitely," MJ says with a thousand yard stare, earning more laughter from Luka. "Go pick a bowling ball, I'll get the console up and running for our game."

Wiping tears from his eyes, chuckling under his breath, Luka turns to the racks and peruses the selection. The bowling balls come in all colors - most are black or dark brown, but there's a rather delightful mix of brighter hues like pink, blue and yellow. Some are marbled, some have glitter in the plastic, and a few very beat-up bowling balls have graphics of cartoon characters that were popular in the 90s. Well-loved by the children who patronize this establishment, he was sure. Harriet would love the Scooby-Doo ball - oh no wait. The one themed after a Pokeball, for sure was her poison of choice. And clearly the pick of the litter for many other children, as it was covered in scratches and dents from decades of use.

Ah- there was one themed after a jack-o-lantern! How fitting. He loops his fingers into the grip holes of the bowling ball, and heaves it off of the rack- only to almost crush his toes as the weight yanks his arms to the floor.

That was- heavier than expected!

"Oooooh, nice pick," Clover says, spinning her own bowling ball in her hands. "You sure you can carry it, though? That's a 10-pounder."

"I'll be fine-" Luka says, grunting as he lifts it back up with both hands this time. "Just- caught me off guard, is all."

"Alright, game's all set," MJ announces from the console.

Above their heads, a large tube television flashes blue before displaying a score board.

A loud k-chunk k-chunk k-chunk of machinery draws Luka's eye toward the other end of the alley. Metal rigging and machinery descend from the covered roof of the pin trap. Resembling a large soda crate, the rig drops an array of ten white bowling pins, before unclamping and ascending back into the darkness of whatever creation of god resided in that ceiling.

"You're up first, Clo," MJ says, waving a hand to indicate she should move forward.

"Watch and learn," Clover throws Luka a smile, the competitive taunt dampened by her genuinely helpful tone. "You want to throw the ball so it rolls like this-"

Stepping forward onto the squeaky, smooth polished wooden platform, Clover lifts her bowling ball to her chest. With a quick inhale, she lopes forward two steps, swinging her arm back with the bowling ball, before reeling it forward on the last stride and underhand throwing it into the aisle. The heavy green bowling ball lands with a tHDD before skidding its way down the oiled track, rolling in a long, smooth line. The swirled green sphere smacks into the bowling pins with a loud tHWAKK!!, sending all but one of the pins flying into the darkness beyond. The ball disappears into the hole, and Clover puts her hands on her hips with a huff.

"Damn, almost got a strike." Clover snaps her fingers, shrugging. The green bowling ball clatters back up the chute. She grips her fingers into the trio of holes again, and goes for another throw.

The bowling ball rolls down the course, straight as an arrow for the last pin. The pin spins off the wooden platform into the darkness, earning a whoop from Clover.

"Nice, got a spare!" Clover declares, throwing her arms up in triumph. She sashays her way back to the couches. "Who's up next?"

"I'm up," MJ says, standing from the console. Looping his fingers into his own starry bowling ball, MJ rolls his shoulders and steps up onto the oiled wooden planks. "I'm going to get the first strike of the day, just wait."

"Sure you will," Clover snickers as MJ winds up.

When he releases the ball, it rolls at very high speed- before curving halfway down the track, the topspin he put on the ball causing it veer off course and land in the gutter.

Face flushed, MJ coughs into his hand, suddenly very invested in fixing his shirt as Clover grins. The galaxy ball returns to the trough, and MJ pointedly picks it up again, winding up for his second throw. The bowling ball rocks down the course, and knocks over about six pins, leaving a corner of the triangle still standing.

"Woo!" Clover cheers, clapping as MJ returns to the seating. She reaches over and nudges Luka on the shoulder. "You're up, Luke! Show us whatchu got!"

Heart in his throat, Luka stands from his seat and steps up.

The bowling ball grins up at him, daring him to chicken out. It was heavy in his hand. Still, he walked up onto the polished floor, feeling the rubber on the bottom of his shoes as it grips the oiled surface.

Fighting the weight of the heavy bowling ball, Luka takes a step forward, swinging his arm back before bringing it back around like a pendulum. The ball hits the track with a heavy thDD as it’s released, sent rolling off down the track. Around the halfway point, it spins off course and lands in the gutter with a clunk.

“Aww,” Clover says, leaning over the chair cushion. “And you had such good posture, too.”

“It’s ok,” MJ speaks up, seeing Luka’s visible embarrassment. “It’s your first time bowling! Nothing to be ashamed of. You have another shot before we rotate players.”

Disappointed, Luka rubs at his arm. Well, that was a less than encouraging performance. But he noticed the angle of the spin on the ball. Maybe he could fix that.

The ball clatters up the chute back into the return trough. Luka picks it up with a huff of breath, holding it to his chest as he does mental calculations. If he turned his wrist at just the right point...

Stepping forward, Luka swings back and releases the ball, putting a top spin on the ball at the last possible moment-

The jack-o-lantern face rockets down the alley, the path straight until the very last second. It curves to hit the front pin from the side, knocking every single pin into the abyss beyond.

"OHHHHH!" Clover and MJ exclaim, clapping with enthusiasm as Luka looks stunned.

"You got a strike!" Clover says, applauding with a big grin. "You were totally pulling our legs about being a newbie to this, huh??"

"I think I just got lucky," Luka tries to play it off, feeling an uncommon shyness as he smiles.

Clover shakes her head, not having it.

"Luck nothing! That was pure talent, and you got a strike, dude!"

"Technically that was a spare, but still a strike in my book," MJ says as he rotates the turn order on the console, giving Luka a smile and a thumbs up.

"Oh let him have it, Moon Moon," Clover laughs as MJ throws her a pout. "Our new boy's got game!"

Luka hunches his shoulders, an awkward smile curling across his cheeks as he walks back over to the couches. Clover jumps to attention and makes her way to the track, picking up her green bowling ball for another round as he sits down.

This was... much more fun than he had expected it to be. The background noise of the bowling alley was surprisingly pleasant. He found he could get used to the dull odor of plastic and cleaner- and honestly, that hot cheese smell from what must be the pizzeria was tempting his stomach. But best of all was the camaraderie he could feel sparking between him, Clover, and MJ. Were they officially friends now? Or had they been already, and he was just- in denial? If Luka was entirely honest with himself, probably the latter. MJ and Clover had been nothing but kind and understanding, to him. His sporadic hours and excuses had done nothing to faze them with regards to their treatment of him at work. They still offered him drinks and invited him on this outing, offering even to pay for his expenses, didn't they?

"Hey Luka!" A call from MJ breaks him out of the small reverie. "You're up, again."

"And after this round, we can hit the arcade! I bet I can out-dance you on DDR, Coffee Twinks," Clover smirks.

"No betting. I know you can."

Maybe- maybe he had nothing to worry about.

---

The evening is going fantastic.

The first bowling game had been a pretty close match between Luka and Clover. Clover had the arm strength to pull off some mean and fast throws, but Luka had developed a system. Figuring out how to spin the bowling ball just the right amount had made up for his noodle arms and less weighty bowling ball. It wasn't long before he figured out how to roll a pretty straight record of spares and strikes, with the occasional 7-10 split. After bowling around, they went into the arcade section, with an entire paper roll of quarters to blow on games. A vicious Ms. Pacman multiplayer match had led to MJ smoking all three of them, and as predicted, Clover out-danced both of the boys on the DDR and Stepmania machines. Luka had to collapse over a nearby chair with exhaustion after his matches. He'd finished off the arcade run with a very lucky pull from a claw machine, winning a black cat plush with big yellow eyes that he was definitely going to enjoy giving to Harriet.

The three of them sat around their table at the bowling console again, laughing over a hot cheese and pepperoni pizza.

"No way, you didn't!" Luka gasps, wheezing for air.

"I did! I punched his goddamn lights out!" Clover laughs, slapping one knee. "The guy was being a huge creep, so I introduced him to my fist."

"I hope you didn't get in trouble with the cops or something for that." Luka tilts his head, giving her an impressed and worried look.

"Can't get in trouble if nobody reports it," MJ chimes in, smirking past his soda cup. "He complained to me, but I had the security tapes AND plausible deniability because I wasn't on the floor. Corporate took our side on this."

"Nobody from the city wants to drive all the way out to podunk Subcon for a random dudebro's complaint." Clover sits back on her cushioned seat, chomping into her pizza happily. "Mmmmm- delicious melty cheese."

Luka chomps into his own pizza, exhaling and blowing on it as it nearly burns his mouth.

"Easy, tiger!" MJ smirks around his own mouthful of pizza.

"I know, it's just so good," Luka says, laughing into his hand as he sips some of his cola. "But in like- the way you know it's not that great? Does that make sense?"

"Night in the Woods taught me the Pizza Scale, and I stick by that," Clover says, crunching through her crust to grab up another slice, washing down the bread with some soda. When she reaches for another piece of the pie, she pauses, and lets out a huff. "Oh, that sucks. I guess they didn't clean the bowling balls that well this time. Gross."

"Hm?" Luka says through a mouthful of pizza.

"Your fingers are all oil-stained from the finger holes on the bowling ball, Luka. Big Al needs to wash the bowling balls properly."

Confused, the law student shifts his attention down.

The ends of his fingertips are discolored with ebony purple.

Luka can feel as his brain zeroes in on the first sign of his impending transformation, and begins to shift into emergency mode as it relays the steps he must take in order to avoid further exposure. He'd gone over this information with himself many times over the past five years. It was ingrained in his mind, what he had to do, the information practically screaming at him. But he can't hear it. His ears are filled with buzzing as reality breaks into the facade he'd slowly built up over the course of hours.

No-

No no no-

His pizza slice drops to the paper plate as he fumbles with his bag, pulling out the cell phone from the liner pocket. Shaking fingers tap the screen with frantic speed, trying to turn the damn thing on-

9:17?

They'd been here nearly four hours?!

He'd spent the morning out with Harriet, doing their grocery shopping and walking around the town's outdoor mall as much needed father-daughter time. Eight hours of being in disguise had long since passed.

His time limit was up.

This couldn't be happening. Yet the numbers stare back at him from the glare of his cell phone screen. They even have the nerve to tick over to 9:18 right before his eyes.

This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening! It wasn't fair!

"Luka, you ok? You're turning pale..."

Clover's question just barely manages to pierce the haze, causing Luka to jolt in his seat. Posture stiff and breath shallow, he lifts his head to meet Clover's questioning eyes. She's staring at him with building concern, her smile becoming a frown of worry.

The tension is palpable in the air as Luka struggles to find words. Finally, he manages to say something.

"It's- it's a quarter past nine-"

"Oh shoot-" Clover says, sitting up abruptly as she grabs her own phone.

MJ checks his watch, wincing. "Oof. Sorry, Luka. I guess we lost track of time passing. I'll apologize to Cookie for the overtime, we can finish this round and go-"

"Don't feel good- going to the bathroom-" Luka wheezes, scrambling to his feet as he scoops all of his belongings into his bag and races past MJ's seat.

"Luka!" Clover yells after him, her heightened concern audible in her voice. "Ok, we'll- we'll start cleaning up! Let us know if you need-!"

Her words are cut off by the slam of the bathroom door. Luka's bowling shoes slip over the slick tile floor, his hands gripping onto the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink to steady himself. He brings his shaking hands up to view in the mirror. The blackening purple skin was spreading up his finger joints, reaching his palms.

No- not now! Why now?

Luka clenches his fists and his jaw, focusing every ounce of his will on making the purple go away. He can almost feel a vein pop on his forehead- if he still had veins, anymore- as he strains to make his unwilling body follow his desires. The purple starts to recede at a caterpillar crawl... but it slows. And the harder he tries, the more he can feel his arms struggle to hold their shape - becoming less solid.

"No- no!" he whimpers, clenching his hands into the sink again. The action splatters small droplets of purple sludge against the porcelain, which vanish moments later as the purple staining once more consumes his fingers - and now his palms. "Stop it! Just- let me be human! Please!"

He lifts his head to the mirror. Despair fills his gut as he sees amber eyes staring back at him in the reflection, and the beginnings of an inner glow fighting to come out from the back of his throat.

Luka lets out a wordless sound of sorrow, lifting an arm to pound one fist against the mirror in vain. The reflection is unfazed in its destitution, tears beginning to gather at the edges of its eyes and mouth set into a sob of clenched teeth. The reflection's canine's lengthen several inches as the eyes stare back, accusingly. The purple was starting to spread up its neck, just poking out the collar of the shirt.

"No..."

This wasn't him. But it had been, years ago. This was SUPPOSED to be him.

He curls his fist, watching as the fingers start losing their shape. Fusing together, becoming single digits and his thumbs vanish back into the purple sludge of the limb.

"I was finally-..." Luka whimpers, "...I finally felt human again."

-bang bang bang-

The sound of a fist knocking on the bathroom door causes Luka to yelp and jump back from the mirror.

"Luka? You ok in there?"

It was MJ.

Peck!

Grabbing his bag, Luka books it into the furthest stall of the bathroom. He slams the metal door behind him, fumbling to lock it with his swelling mitten fingers. Alarm shot through his gut as his shirt felt tight around his torso. Already?? This was faster than usual! Had he really pushed it that much?

"Hey man, are you sick? Clover and I are really concerned. Do you need any help in there?"

"NO! NO I'M GOOD!" Luka yells from the bathroom stall, clapping a two-fingered hand over his mouth as he hears the slight reverb echo to his own voice. Dammit! "I'M JUST- I'LL BE FINE!"

He was not fine, he would most certainly not be fine!

"Luka, you sound croaky." It was Clover this time, probably a short distance behind MJ. "Dude, are you sure? MJ, maybe you should go in and check on him-"

"NO!"

No, the reverb was stronger!

"Luka, I'm coming in."

"MJ it's fine!"

Luka could hear the seams of his shirt starting to stretch and strain. The seconds were ticking by as strings started to pop at the neck.

Shit, shit!

Luka turned left and right, the stall cramped and uncomfortable as the ruff of fur around his neck thickens and threatens to burst his shirt open. He needed a way out!

Aha! A small window, to the outside! Wow, that was probably the worst location for a window. And it was so small-

The door creaked as MJ started to turn the handle.

NO TIME!

Luka makes a dive for the window. His fingers catch on the sill, and he hauls his body up onto the tiny ledge, his head pushing up the glass and emerging out into the open air. Squeezing through the narrow space, he struggles to pull his feet through, kicking off the bowling shoes and hearing them clatter to the tiles below.

The door comes unlatched, and MJ enters the bathroom, looking around with a frown.

Luka was gone. And for some reason, his bowling shoes were abandoned on the questionably cleaned bathroom floor.

Just outside the window, tucked next to the wall of the alleyway outside the bowling alley, Luka is panting with adrenaline. He can feel his chest expand further with each breath, the fur mane around his neck already splitting apart his shirt. His fingers had fully lost their human shape by now, coalescing back into the familiar mitts he hated so much. A reminder that, no, he wasn't human. No matter what those people in the bowling alley thought of him, and what he thought of them in return... no matter how much he wanted to be human, again.

"Luka?"

His entire torso now fully drenched in purple, Luka hangs his head, listening as he fights to strip off the shirt suffocating him.

Footsteps, in the bathroom.

"...Luka? What the-... Clover, he's not here?"

"What?? But he- went into the bathroom! He was just-!"

"His shoes are here..."

"His shoes??"

Luka forces himself to stand, wobbling a bit further away from the window as he focuses all of his efforts on keeping his legs. He can't lose his ability to walk, not in the middle of town!

God dammit... god dammit! Why couldn't he just enjoy his night? Now he was wandering alleyways, half transformed, and MJ and Clover were no doubt worried to hell and back. What could he even say? 'Sorry, had to take a break to wolf out in the bathroom'?

-brrring brrring-

The buzz of the phone in his pants pocket- which was getting tight against his waist, he noticed. Luka quickly extracts the phone before it can be damaged by the fabric.

MJ's caller ID stares back at him from the screen.

The decision to trust these two with his information was biting him in his rapidly purpling behind. He'd been so careful not to slip up, and the ONE TIME he makes a mistake... He had another decision to make. He could not respond, and just be a complete asshole, but he could protect his secret a little safer, for just a little bit longer. Or he could pick up, and... he didn't know. Bullshit something? Would they even believe whatever malarkey he could cook up in seven seconds for bailing out of a bowling alley restroom? God, he was terrible at improvised excuses! He was a lawyer, not an actor! But if he answered the phone call, maybe- maybe he could hold on to that feeling again. The warmth of companionship of peers his age, that he hadn't felt since law school. Since... Vanessa. But he couldn't think about her right now. What mattered was his safety- his daughter's safety.

Peck. He didn't even think about that part. Could he really rip Harriet out of a somewhat stable home life, again? She was just starting to get along with Cookie's daughter, and he didn't want to take that precious first friendship from her.

Luka was only pulled out of the downward spiral by the vibration of the phone, which he only now realized had registered a missed call, and was now on the second call. It was still MJ, the picture of him in his Horizon employee cap still smiling from the bright phone screen.

He had to do something. He could feel his legs protest the form they was struggling to hold.

Survival instinct set in. First, he had to get away from the scene.

Stumbling to his malforming feet, Luka jogs away from the alley, ducking away from the Pins & Cushions and avoiding the bright neon sign on the side of the building.

As he walks, a headache hits, and Luka just knows his face was losing more of his familiar features. Didn't need a mirror to know that he was definitely the shade of a bruised plum, and that his eyes were glowing like gold beacons. The sharp teeth at the edges of his mouth were digging into his bottom lip as he dodges and weaves to avoid line of sight from storefront apartment windows.

The woods were so close by, just a few more blocks.

Faster. He had to run faster. But his legs- were fighting him! Already he could feel his steps become lighter, movement more fluid. It was a struggle to keep a walking stride, rather than just- leap into the air. No way was he going to fly a block from pecking main street.

His phone continues to vibrate, threatening the call to drop.

Right when he reaches the sidewalk, Luka pants for breath, collapsing beside the pole for a street lamp while avoiding the amber spotlight. Taking one last rueful look at his phone, he sighs, and presses the answer button with a doughy purple finger.

"Luka?" MJ's voice patches through. The reception isn't great, but it's sufficient. Maybe that was a lucky break, considering what his voice was going to sound like in a second.

"Hey," Luka answers. Yep. He sounded like a toad that swallowed a brass tube. "Sorry- about that."

"Dude, are you ok?? Where did you go?" MJ spoke so quickly it almost interrupted Luka, concern clear and evident in his voice. "You ran or something and- you left your shoes at the counter, and the cat plush for your daughter. Clover got them for you-"

"It's ok," Luka says, wincing. "I can pick them up tomorrow. I- don't feel well, and I have to go get Harriet."

"Luka, we could have driven you home for that," MJ responds, a hint of hurt and confusion. "You know you can tell us if you're uncomfortable, and want to leave, right?"

"No- this- I was having fun," Luka responds, cupping a hand over his mouth to try to muffle the echo. He had to wrap this up. His voice was getting less natural by the second. He really hoped the poor reception would mask it. "Look- I'm sorry MJ. But I really had to go."

"You're not getting kidnapped or something are you?" Clover's distant voice suddenly patches through in the phone. MJ must have his phone on speaker. "Because if you are, I'll hunt them down! Just yell where the car is taking you!"

"I'm not- look, I'm sorry, but I just had to go, ok?" Luka says. "Harriet needs me."

"I thought you were feeling sick?" Clover says, her worried tone now tinted with... suspicion. "You ran to the bathroom, and we were all worried about you, dude." Her voice becomes just a bit distant, as she turns to speak to MJ, but the phone picks it up. “Actually, did we ever hear anything from Cookie...?”

"No- I am-" Luka can feel his lies crumbling, nearly becoming true as he experiences a sensation similar to his stomach heaving from the anxiety. "Thanks for the wonderful evening, I'll pick up my stuff later- bye!"

"Wait-!!"

-click-

MJ's protest is cut off, and Luka set the phone down on the grass, putting his head in the other hand. That was terrible. But he couldn't back out on it now. He would just have to deal with the consequences of that phone call tomorrow.

Not like having shoes or not bothered him, anyway.

Exhausted and resigned, Luka slides away from the lamp post into the chaparral, and begins rapidly pulling his shirt over his head. No way was he going to lose another shirt, not after the last one. This was his last nice shirt, and he intended to keep it as long as possible!

A quiet gasp jolts him out of his frantic folding.

Luka whips around, shirtless, half de-pantsed, and his body a full shade of deep shadow purple. His golden eyes glow in the reflected street light as he freezes on the spot, making eye contact with another human being across the road. It was the stocky mustachioed man from the coffee shop- the regular who came by and sketched quietly in a corner. Pinstriped suit- which seemed to be the only outfit anyone ever saw him wore- an apron, and grey khaki pants. The thick glasses would make it difficult to tell where he was looking, if the man wasn't standing with his square jaw hanging down at his chest, head angled directly toward Luka. Everyone dismissed him as a paranoiac, a hermit who stopped by for his morning caffeine fix and quiet atmosphere to indulge in his imagination. Rumors flew that he used to work for some sort of tabloid magazine, and was fired- or promoted?- for how crazy his stories were.

Whatever the reason, this man was now standing, groceries dropped to the pavement, and staring at Luka. A very half-naked, absolutely not human-looking Luka.

Face suddenly burning hot with embarrassment and fear, Luka grabs his belt loops and bolts into the trees.

The movement causes the man to only gape more, making a wordless noise of astonishment before the forest breaks their line of sight and Luka retreats into the safety of the woods. Luka just barely remembers to grab his shirt and belt from the bushes. Vanishing entirely from sight, stumbling over debris as his transformation takes full hold of his body, Luka wheezes as his heart beats in his chest. After all that, he was seen! Peck! Did he just ruin everything because he wasn’t paying attention? But- but it was just the local hermit, the resident conspiracy nut. That wouldn’t be so bad, right? This wasn’t as catastrophic as being spotted by a teen with a cell phone open. Surely, this was the safest possible person in town to accidentally spot him mid-transformation. Repercussions would be minimal.

Thank god the man didn't have a camera.

#Coffee Shop Au #AHIT #A Hat In Time #doodledrawsthings #Snatcher #Hat Kid #Moonjumper #Clover #noticed a couple mistakes and it's too late to fix em wHOOPS #OH WELL

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transcredwaters · 3 years ago

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Can I request further O’Miz and Fray rambles if it is something you are willing to share?

Stares you directly in the forehead bc I'm bad at eye contact I am being enabled . good

Spent ages trying to articulate this bc I have the words in my head but I cannot let them free easily they're stubborn.

But like. I just think oft about how, like, Fray knows the ins and outs of Miz. His ups and downs. They've seen him laid bare every which way. And I think there's a deepset trust there . I know I mention trust oft but it's just . So important to me.

It's like I've mentioned before; O'miz picks up DRK right at 5.4. He's in a horrible space mentally, gone non-verbal, and now the corpse he just saw is taking the position of his mentor. Ok . Whatever, he's seen weirder. But like. I don't kid when I say they've seen the ups and the downs. O'miz was. Not doing well mentally during that point. And Fray saw it all. Learned and understood the pain and the agony. Not to mention the guilt. I'm sure that's an obvious one, especially since Miz blames himself for a LOT - doesn't help that Suilosaux is enraged for a good while because of him - so it's definitely. Sure is a fuckin' TIME.

God. The iconic DRK line. "Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat." Forever resonates with O'miz. It fucked me up as the player and it fucks up my WoL I've decided. holy shit DRK has so many good lines.

Honestly though . A lot of the thoughts though are after accepting the Darkness. Like on the whole cryptid ways of making sure he takes care of himself- that post lives rent free in my head now btw; O'miz is self-destructive as all hell. Somebody's gotta make sure he's takin care of himself. Sometimes it's calling up to him when he's laying in a tree and refusing to speak to anybody. Stuff like "You mustn't continue this. Drink some water. You are going to become incapacitated. Rest. The darkness will consume you if you continue this. Get down and eat the sandwiches G'raha made."

Hell. They probably get along pretty well with his daughter. This is running under the assumption that they physically manifest and can be seen/heard and touched by anyone/anyone can be touched by them instead of the WoL being the only one.

But still it's kinda cute to think of Dhael joining Fray in making sure Miz takes care of himself.

Though I also like to think sometimes they just. Spend some down time together i guess ? I know it's probably very mushy and cheesy I just think they deserve to spend some time and peace and quiet. Miz leaning against Fray and the two just. Appreciating each other's company in silence.

I can dig into songs too and explain all my thoughts on them and how I can connect it to Miz and Fray But That's A Lot and I'm already getting embarrassed.

This is of course. Assuming Fray is willing to manifest physically after the closure of the DRK questline - which iirc does specify they Always Are There but you get my gist I hope . idk I get rlly shy sharing my rambles w/ these two specifically but I do think abt them oft.

And ANYWAYS I've chittered for too long and I'm very embarrassed bc I fear I might sound Weird or smthn here but . waves my hands

#sorry it's probably not much i'm just super anxious n embarrassed all the time #asks #wol rambles #o'miz tia #fray myste

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dameronology · 4 years ago

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home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning

It had only been five days.

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe.

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy.

‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn.

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response.

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in.

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting.

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor.

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled.

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments.

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours.

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled.

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries.

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love.

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep.

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress.

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him.

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights.

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly.

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile.

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron blurb #poe x reader #poe x you #poe fluff #poe imagines #poe imagine #poe blurb #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars fluff #star wars imagines #star wars imagine

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thewordworrier · 3 years ago

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👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? ✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? 🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

👀 Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? God damn. Yeah, I know I do; I know I fall back on a bunch of things but now that you've asked me that, I literally cannot think of a single bloody one! 🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try? Hmmm. I'd like to do more of the Time-Travelling stuff, but I'm out of ideas. I think I'd like to experiment with like, Fantasy and magic and all of that a little more? Not quite sure where I'd go with it, but I think it would be fun. Not sure if my VampireAU counts too much as that's more of a modern setting? (I know I need to get back to that at some point.) Also, I know it’s not a genre per say, but I’ve seen some SoulmateAU ideas that’ve... Caught my interest. Along with others. ✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer? LONG ANSWER AHOY Okay. So I’ve thought about this, quite a lot, and I’ve come to the conclusion that a lot of what I read decends into smut. I’m gonna have to let that realisation sit and sink in, and question my life choices. That’ll be fun. ANYWAY. I have a fic rec tag. But I also know I’ve got a bunch of fics saved in my ‘likes’ that I haven’t reblogged and added to that tag yet. Bad me. I’m also not gonna pick ones that I know I requested, or ones that might’ve been sparked from a conversation I was involved in because reasons. I toyed with the idea of putting fics for the other fandoms (mostly Criminal Minds or Supernatural, sometimes the MCU) on here but... Nah. Just a quick note that, just because I haven’t mentioned it, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it! I read pretty much everything I get my hands on, and I’ll admit I’m awful at reblogging things most of the time. I can’t list everything or I’ll be here all day and... No one wants that? To be honest, you could ask me the same question on a different day and I’d have a list of fics for you, even if you told me I had to keep to the same authors because my favourites change and sometimes it’s hard to pick just one. RIGHT I have three from the lovely @mcrxreader The first two live in my head rent free because, jesus they made me cackle and giggle when I first read them. Admitedly the first is a weird dream/nightmare situation for most writers, or readers, I think? The third is just... Heart eyes, you know? We gotta remember that first and foremost our favourite vocalist is a nerd and this one is so cute. ~ S-I-N, I S-I-N ~ There’s A Place In The Dark (Where The Animals Go) ~ Let’s Use Our Magic Powers With The Children A few from @xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx That first one? The format, like - positive things, positive things, slap in the face with feelings! Yes, give it to me. The second is just like... I identify with this so hard. And who wouldn’t want Gerard taking care you of when your morning is the worst? The third... I have mixed and complicated feelings about LynZ herself as an actual real person, but, we brush those aside for fic. Also we need more girls loving girls positivity y’all. ~ I Lied ~ Not Every Morning Is Good ~ Not Straight Third; some from @hellofanimagination The first, again is one that lives in my head rent free because, hot damn. There’s some lines in there that just stuck with me, and not just because it’s a little smutty. The second - c’mon. If you know me, you know I’m a suckerrrrrrr for that kinda fluff. The third - It’s a Dallon fic, it’s fluffy and it’s Robin’s fault that man is even on my radar. ~ Urie’s House, 11 Tonight ~ Marry Me ~ You Stole My Head Obviously, I’m gonna have some fics from @robinrunsfiction I’m gonna point out first, that I know how much work she puts into her writing - she looks up correct locations and correct dates and hotel room visuals and all of that kinda fun stuff. Details yo. I dig that. (I’m not saying that others don’t do this, I’m sure some do but I don’t know for certain like I do here.) Whereas I make that up as I go or gloss over it because... Reasons? I appreciate that kinda thing. Anyway. The first is an idea I’m so mad that I didn’t write first. But we all know I’d write it with Gerard, ‘cause c’mon, you should all know me by now BUT that’s not the point. I’m glad she got there first because Frank is a little shite [affectionate] and this is perfect and <3 Second - it’s beautiful okay. It’s beautiful and romantic and makes me feel soft, and gives me those... Losing a day, sitting in a bay window with a mug of tea, a snuggly blanket and a good book while it’s raining kinda vibes and I don’t even know how else to explain it. The third - (I spent like five minutes letting a couple of titles fight it out for this spot, not gonna lie) it’s fluffy and cute and you just need that sometimes. Plus, teacher x teacher is so... Uncommon? Rare? And I just... Heart-eyes. [plus this is the first, original and best compared to some others kthxbi don’t @ me] ~ To The Vows You Take ~ Ivy ~ I See Stars

#She Speaks #She Answers #apparently this is post 5500 #good post for it I think #I feel like I've missed some fics / people though

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thebestworstidea · 3 years ago

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Animal Skin

@dukeceitweek day 5 Intrusive Thoughts/Lying

pairings: Janus/ Remus, Roman/Virgil

Warnings: vampires, shapeshifters, blood, lying, sexy thoughts, unbeta’d

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The first time Janus saw him, he thought he looked perfect.

It was a strange thought.

No one was perfect, and no matter how good he looked in tight cut off shorts that barely contained his bountiful ass. No one was perfect with a wild fringe of hair, streaked liberally with silver highlights against the dark brown. Especially not with a haircut that looked like a mullet and an undercut had had a mongrel baby. His shirt which rode up when he danced, featured a sparkly decal of the Count from Sesame Street, and the fishnets that disappeared into worn Doc Martins that had clearly been colored with acid green spraypaint were sparkly.

He was a disaster, and he was perfect.

But Janus didn’t live as long as he had by courting disaster. So he turned away, even as his eyes lingered on the edge of a pectoral when the other man raised his hands as he danced.

The disaster’s name was Remus, he learned.

It wasn’t as if Janus went looking for the information (he had), but their brothers had met at the same club, and had too much fun arguing not to become friends. Despite Roman’s claims that they were fraternal twins, not identical, they bore more than a siblings resemblance to each other, with the same liquid hazel eyes, cupid’s bow lips, and smooth dark skin lightly dusted with body hair. Roman, however, was not a disaster. He was more elegant, enjoying a more classic look, softening tailored suits by forgoing ties, and leaving the hollow of his throat exposed, shirt held closed with a necklace instead.

“Two buttons is kind of slutty,” Roman told him one evening, as they compared fashion. “But one? That’s just enticing.”

Virgil scoffed at his friend’s pronouncement. But then he liked softer, informal looks generally swimming in oversized hoodies and soft, unfitted shirts. He wouldn’t even wear skinny jeans, even though he liked the look. Frankly, he was kind of upset Tripp pants had gone out of fashion, and still wore them from time to time, a fact that both his brother and Roman ribbed Virgil for frequently.

“So what does that make your brother?” Janus asked, as a vivid image of the last time he’d seen Remus popping into his head- he’d been wearing a vest and tie without a shirt, and leather pants that laced up the side with multiple shoelaces instead of their original cord. He’d never considered the existence of butt side boob, but it now lived as they said, rent free in his head.

Roman tipped his head back giving a huffing growl.

“A penance I must endure.” Roman shook his head, thick dark hair bouncing as he did. “You’ve seen him”

“Once or twice.” he lied. It was more like every time he could, he couldn’t look away, and every time left him with more images that would surface without warning.

“He’s hard to miss.” Roman sighed.

“So are you.” Virgil teased, spreading his fingers as he examined his drying polish.

“Perhaps but I am a treat.” he took Virgil’s other hand and carefully began on it.

“You’re not a snack, you’re barely an horderve.”

Roman gave an offended gasp, and wiggled a finger in his friend's face.

“How dare you-” he started, and Virgil snapped playfully at the finger.

“Less than a mouthful.”

“Virgil.” he said sharply, tapping his shoe against his brother’s foot. Virgil turned on him, lip lifting from the corner of his mouth. Janus tipped his head pointedly, his eyes opening just a trifle larger. Virgil’s snarl dropped, and a faint flush made itself visible, stark on his unnaturally pale skin. He picked up his sunglasses and hid behind them.

“Aw, it’s okay my fair emo.” Roman teased. “I’m not really insulted, I know you love me.”

“It’s stockholm syndrome.” Virgil grumbled, and Janus snorted, moving his foot away, and looking at his phone. Looking at his phone, because his mind filled with images of Remus again, some of them dressed up to match Janus’s dapper suits, and some dressed down, wild and sweaty and naked. He gave his head a shake and looked at the calendar app on his phone.

It was fine.

Everything was fine.

“Will I see you two at the club tomorrow?” Roman asked as he left.

“No, family thing.” Janus answered, staring at his calendar.

“Boo-” Roman pouted, and turned to Virgil. “Sure I can’t tempt you away?”

“Nah I’m good. I’ll text you.”

“Then I await the gifts your fingers give me.” Roman purred at him, and cheekily turned away, getting into his car. Virgil watched it until it disappeared around the bend of the driveway.

“Less than a mouthful, huh?” Janus teased.

“Stop~” Virgil whined, covering his face with both hands.

“So you’ve been thinking about devouring him?”

“Maybealittle.” he blurted out. “He’s just so… fragrant.”

“How can you tell under that cologne of his?”

“I just can.”

“We have to be careful, Virgil.” Janus said genuinely worried. “If we aren’t we’ll have to go home permanently, and you don’t want that. Neither of us do.”

“I know.” he snapped. “I just… want.”

“Can’t relate.” Janus lied.

It was midafternoon when Virgil discovered that Roman wasn’t answering his texts because he’d forgotten his phone, the device having slid between the couch cushions.

“I’m just going to run it over real quick.” He told Janus.

“I don’t think it’s a-”

“Calm down,” Virgil rolled his eyes. “You know I’m careful. I’ll be back in plenty of time. I bet he’s tearing his house and car apart like the princess looking for the pea.”

Janus grumbled, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.

“Fine. Be careful.”

“Oh please.” Virgil flipped his hood up and headed out. After a few moments, Janus heard the garage door open, and Virgil’s car drive away.

He immediately began pacing. It wasn’t as if he was worried. Virgil was very conscientious and even more careful than he was.

Worrying would be ridiculous.

Time ticked by, and Virgil didn’t return- or answer his texts. Janus got into his own car, and might have sped a little bit (or more than a little) as he went over to the duplex the twins shared. By the time he got there, the sun was starting to set. Virgil’s car was parked outside, so he was still there.They had to go. He knocked sharply on Roman’s door.

“Hey hey-” the other door opened, and there was Remus, wearing yoga pants and a tank top which frankly should have been illegal in Janus’s opinion, never mind that it was the most banal thing he’d ever seen the man wearing, though he was still wearing eye makeup, smoky shadow and silver eyeliner “As entertaining as it would be to me to watch you cockblock my bro, give ‘em a little privacy huh?”

“What?” Janus demanded. “What are you-”

“Look, you’re the crescent to your bro’s full moon and I’m digging it-” Remus pointed out, “But you gotta let the boy get some, and my bro’s been gone on that for months.”

“How do you even know who I am?” Janus retorted sharply. “We’ve never spoken.”

“I like to keep my eyes on the hottest people ‘sides me in the club.” Remus retorted, flashing his white teeth. “So you would be on my radar even if Ro-bro’s blood wasn’t boiling over your brother. C’mon in, we can have a drink and do hot girl stuff-”

“No.” He raised his hand and went to knock again. Remus caught his wrist. Janus’s heart jumped in his chest, and his head swam at the cool touch of skin on skin. Images of that touch elsewhere on his skin danced through his mind at breakneck speed. Lies aside, he wanted,and he wanted badly, and tonight was no different and much worse all at once. He yanked his hand from a struck-seeming Remus and forwent knocking again, actually forcing the door open. A waft of musk hit his nose as he did, thick and heady.

“Now hold up-” Remus started, shaking himself from his stupor, and Janus growled at him flashing his own teeth in a much less attractive fashion.

“Virgil~!” he called in a sing song, stepping inside the dim interior. “You’re late~! We have to go.” He cocked his head and sniffed the air. Where was he? Damn it, the smell of Remus crowding in behind him was distracting, even with the musk clouding the air. He whirled and Remus got a facefull of braids and beads. The scrunch of his nose and the curl of his mustache’d lip was not hot, damn it.

“Back off-” he demanded. “I just need to pick up my brother, we can talk again later, and I truly am sorry for intruding like this-” he made the mistake of putting his hand forward, palm pressing against his chest, fingers brushing the curl of body hair that peeked out of Remus’s tank top. ‘Nice’ his brain insisted, and threw up more images. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t gotten a look at the rest of the body hair before. Then he heard a noise- a whimper maybe, and the musk was tinged with blood. He leapt for the stairs.

“Fuck!” Remus said behind him and the front door slammed shut. That didn’t matter, because someone was hurting his brother.The door was just an obstacle, just like the one in front of him that crashed open.

“What the heck!” Roman said, turning eyes wide. Virgil stared over his shoulder, fingers dug into the other man’s bare back. There were beads of blood appearing under his nails, but that wasn’t the source of the smell.

“Let go of him!” Janus snarled like his teeth were too big for his mouth.

“No.” to his surprise it was Virgil who answered, not Roman. Roman to his credit, did sit up a little before being stopped by Virgil’s hands.

“We have to go.” Janus said, carefully enunciating every word.

“You go.” Virgil retorted shortly. Roman licked his too red mouth, and smiled a little sheepishly.

“I know this is kind of a shock-” he started. “But Janus, listen.”

“No.”

“My turn.” came Remus’s voice right behind his ear, and a hand slid up, under his chin, cupping the bare skin, as an arm slid around his waist. Janus’s knees went weak as his mind flooded with images, not of Remus’s form, but of his own, in a way he’d never found appealing before. Janus knew he was good looking but he’d never- he didn’t find himself attractive. These thoughts weren’t his. “Oooh boy.” He felt Remus’s face press to his shoulder, and he moaned.

“Don’t hurt him-” Janus heard Virgil snap.

“He isn’t, my love, I promise, he’s just distracting him.” Roman murmured soothingly.

Janus’s knees gave out.

“Fucking vampires.” he growled. He knew where he was, he could feel the carpet under his knees, but his mind was flying.

“That is one sexy pot calling a kettle black.” Remus muttered, having followed him down to the floor. He sniffed at Janus’s hair. “Fuck, I’ve never smelled anything like this.”

“We’re not that special.” Virgil grumbled, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Just shapeshifters.”

“You ain’t special, moony.” Remus retorted. “But fuck.” He shuddered. “Gonna let go. Don’t try and kill my bro, ‘kay? Fuck head got cream carpet. Who does that?” Slowly the hand slid away, and Remus’s arm released his waist. He could feel him backing off, and heard when he collided with the wall.

“Virgil-” Janus whined, shaking off the feeling of running that he’d been floating it when Remus’s skin touched his. “We have to go-”

“I’m fine, Janus, I promise.” Virgil grabbed his brother’s hands and hauled him to his feet. “Roman- he helped, it was…” he reached for words and they failed him. Janus stuck his nose in the crook of Virgil’s neck and groaned. He could smell his brother’s blood.

“He bit you. He put his fucking fangs in your neck.”

“He asked first.”

“Gonna kill him.”

“Maybe we should get going.” Virgil put his hand in Janus’s braids, stroking soothingly. Roman sighed wistfully. “Can it you sap, he’s all full of the moon, and it’s going to rise soon. Which is exactly why I wasn’t supposed to stay.”

“They’re going to kill us.” Janus grumbled and straightened up. He forced his anger down. The moon wasn’t up yet. They might make it if they hurried.

“Where do you need to go?” Remus asked.

“What?”

“I mean, I’m guessing it ain’t too far or pretty boy would have shown up earlier.”

“The state park next to our house.” Virgil answered. “We usually walk.”

“Bitchin.” reaching out, Remus grabbed a pair of Romans shoes and shoved them onto his bare feet. “You still smell like blood and lust, Ro. You stay here and we can have a great chat later”

“Remus, please.” Roman protested, huffing.

“You dumb bitches can muddle your scents all you want later, but right now, they’ll whiff you out.” he got to his feet. “I’ll drive you guys back. Neither of you are in a state to drive.” He looked sheepishly down at Janus. “Sorry man, I really did think they were just fucking.”

“What did you do?” Janus asked. He kept a hold of Virgil and his brother led him back downstairs. His skin felt too tight, like he’d forced a shift at a wrong time, it made his clothes almost hurt. He could hear and smell Roman trailing along behind them.

“Empathic imagery. Kinda like psychometry.” he scratched at his hair. “People have to have the right kind of brain for it, but when I touched you I got some imagery from you, so-”

“You saw that?” Janus squeaked.

“Yep!”

“Virgil, I’ve changed my mind.” he deadpanned. “Please kill me. I want to go ruining Roman’s rug.”

Roman made an offended noise. Remus’s cackle of laughter almost drowned it out as he opened the door to the pink-gold of sunset.

“Never said it was a bad thing.” Remus gave a wink, displaying that at some point he’d gotten Janus’s keys off of him. “We can totes get back to that later.”

Roman dove in and stole a kiss from Virgil, tucking his hoodie around his shoulders. Janus was too mortified to take a swing at the vampire, and let Virgil shove him into the back seat.

“I had it handled you know.” Virgil muttered to him as the car zipped off.

“You could have messaged me.” Janus retorted.

“Yeah, that would have gone over great. ‘Getting the moon fucked out of me by a vampire, see you tomorrow’”

Janus growled and wiggled out of his jacket.

“I think you’re jealous.”

“Virgil, you’re my brother and I love you, and I also love my car, which is why I am not tearing you to pieces right now. You have complicated everything, you’ve exposed us and you’re fucking a vampire.”

“Not yet.” Virgil mumbled petulantly under his breath.

“Argh!” snarled Janus at the ceiling, yanking his tie loose. The car pulled over suddenly. “We’re not home.”

“Nope, but we are in the park.” Remus retorted. There was hardly any light in the sky. “I’ll drop your car off and get back on my own.”

“Why should I trust you?” Janus demanded, as Virgil opened the door and got out on the side away from the road.

“Well, it ain’t a ringing endorsement, but I’ve had those thoughts kickin’ around my head for a while. Just didn’t know how to approach you. You’re uh. A little intimidating, even for me. I mean it’s not like I give a shit about most things, but you could unhinge your jaw and swallow me whole and I wouldn’t even mind.”

Janus couldn’t smell any of the sourness that he’d associate with someone lying.

“Alright then.” He stepped out and tossed his shirt into the back seat as Virgil did the same thing, pale body stepping into the woods, before disappearing into a smaller flash of white- a owl leapt into a tree.

“Oh man, Ro’s going to be so jealous I saw all that.” Remus laughed to himself. Then he stopped looking over at Janus. His eyes dipped down, then came back up to Janus’s face. “Wait, I thought you guys were werewolves?”

“I don’t think I ever said that.” Burning off energy, Janus flashed through his favorite forms- a full grown anaconda, a raven, a huge house cat and then finally ended up as a large black fox, amber eyes similar to his human ones.

“Fuck you’re pretty.” Remus breathed. “So, dinner sometime?” he said, crouching down to look the fox in the eye. “Mice looks like it’s on the menu across the board, or we could hit the sushi bar?”

Foxes weren’t really suited to rolling their eyes, so Janus rolled his entire head before following Virgil into the woods.

“That’s not a no!” Remus called cheerfully.

Fuck. Well, if his life was a disaster anyway, Janus might as well date one.

#willow is writing #TS Remus #TS Janus #TS Virgil #TS Roman

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multivstx · 4 years ago

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Karate Kid/Cobra Kai survey

Thanks for the tag!! I’m currently avoiding my school work. So this is perfect @ceruleangold🥳 and thanks @macchios for the tag!! <3

It’s the year 2021 and you’re obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?:

Who wouldn’t wanna obsess over karate boys!?!

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?:

I grew up with the Jaden Smith one lol, which I know is forbidden to talk about and I can totally understand why. The OGs are where it’s at and CK literally comes from it!! But in a way kinda, but not really I don’t know. I did love it and actually did karate as a kid. So if I did see the OG i would have deff been as obsessed as i’am now.

My mom however did see it in theaters so i was destined to see it eventually, even tho i’m mad at the fact that for some reason didn’t care for it too much, but little did she know she would have a daughter who obsesses over it everyday and acts like an overprotective mother to a fictional character. and ship the two main characters lol.

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:

do i really need to answer this?! obvi johnny and miguel. i love them so much. they just carry the whole show. truly the best thing to come out of the movies.

but ig for the random people who see this here u go lol:

robby keene, daniel larusso, demetri, moon, (terry silver and kreese as “bad guys” ik they’re bad but as characters *chefs kiss* make it interesting)

Favorite ship:

LAWRUSSO SUPREMACY ofc

but tbh literally none of the romantic ships we were given. maybe a little of robby/sam because of me being so into lawrusso and family stuff. but we know how it ends...

but i wouldn’t mind if robby had a bf or like if everyone was bi

Underrated character:

basically everyone but the “excusable three” aka johnny, miguel and hawk

but anthony ig, son of daniel larusso, he’s wasted potential!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):

johnny x being useful

johnny x being a dad to robby

this fandom x common sense

but johnny x shannon. i deff unpop, but tanner wanted to see them. i also want robby to have his family. so yes.

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?:

Wax On, Wax Off.

my miyagi-do heart is big

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?:

that outfit where he says “get off my case” he’s wearing camo pants and a i forgot lol. i just never understood the fit, but i dig.

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Bobby ofc, love him!! also needs to sweep johnny’s leg again he didn’t hit his head hard enough.

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Every Lawrusso scene. ever.

Every Robby scene. He’s just a little of everything and I love it!!

“You’re a pathetic loser” -> “Did you sense I was here” -> “It’s my fcking dad” -> “Next time you won’t get back up” -> “I like the heat”-> “Ooo it’s cold!”

The kid who's wearing the “future is female shirt”

Trey and Cruz roasting Johnny>>

also random af but when louie and anoosh are telling daniel how sam could become a stripper or something his face is priceless. i might have to make a gif.

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?:

they finally added him in the family photo, so i would hope so!

Pro-tip: Read Little LaRusso is a Cobra by narcissablaxk. Anthony is delightful in that story. It easily ranks in my top ten favorite fics in this fandom (thank you @klovenhooves)

I WILL READ

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?:

Miyagi-Do for life, but wherever Robby is tbh.

What’s your training montage song?:

one nite i guess idk haha. something hip and fun.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?:

CK and the100 oh it would be a mess...

tagging the robby keene supoprt gc!!

#cobra kai #the karate kid #lawrusso #daniel larusso #robby keene #im deff unpop here #sorry lol #like if i came off rude or mean #its just jokes #i still kinda like johnny and miguel #i don't like a lot of thier fans because they will hate on me for liking robby #tumblr yall sweet bout it #love u guys

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harrysgloves · 4 years ago

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter xvi)

Get caught up with the Let Your Hair Down Masterlist!

word count: 1,726

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Harry goes vegan

warnings: language.

a/n: Well it’s official. I would sell my soul for Thea. Also, Harry is a pushover for her but... she’s adorable so it’s understandable. xx

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You shouldn't have been surprised by the hotel Harry was staying at but the second you rolled up to it. It took your breath away. It was enormous and so beautifully decorated. The whole time you three walked to his room you kept pointing out small details to him that you adored. You were in hotel heaven just walking through the lobby. Everything was so clean and precisely in place.

You weren't emotionally prepared for when you walked into the actual room. Which was really two rooms with a living room and kitchen area. This place was nicer than the apartment you rented and you found yourself jealous that you couldn't live here, it was just so nice.

"Close yer mouth lovey. We've talked about this." Your mouth instantly snapped shut as Harry walked past you with that irritating smug smile, Thea dragging him to her to her own room to put away all the things she brought with her. One suitcase was dedicated just to toys and only half the other one had clothes in it.

You walked around the room taking in the view from the large windows that overlooked the city which was draped in a lovely shade of golden pink as the sunset. Your fingers running softly across the grey couch that felt softer than your bed sheets at home. The place was honestly breathtaking.

You finally made your way to the bedroom starting to put all your clothes away from your suitcase which was definitely a task. The closet had basically been overrun with all of Harry's clothes and you had to shove your stuff in the small amount of space he had free. You had no idea how someone could have so many clothes for a week trip. You hated to think what his closet at home looked like, knowing him he probably had three full ones.

"God, she has a lot of toys." Harry walked into the room finding you fighting to push all his damn clothes out of the way so you could fit your own things in. He laughed softly walking over to the empty dresser and pointing at it.

"Left this for ya."

"You're going to have to learn to share." You rolled your eyes turning around with your favorite black dress in hand, sighing and throwing it back in your suitcase. It was pointless to unpack when his shit was everywhere.

"I'll move some stuff." He smiled, lips rolling into his mouth as he walked over to you. He took both your hands in his, pulling you close to him.

"I missed you." He said, leaning down to give you a kiss on your forehead but you pushed his chest, making him back up a bit, his hands grasping onto your wrist.

"I'll move the stuff!" He laughed trying to pull you back in but you just shook your head at him. Dick.

"You better or I'm staying with Mitch and Sarah." Your lips twitched upward when you heard him hum totally not believing your shit.

"Yeh, have fun with 'em. 'M sure Mitch will love sharing a bed with ya, love. Ya snore." He mused, trying to pull you back in still, hands grasping onto your wrist tighter causing you to flinch.

"Wat's wrong?" He asked, quickly taking his hands off you.

"Oh, nothing. Just an accident at work." You lied, pulling your hands back to your sides.

"Wat happened?" He moved forward to you when you started busing yourself with sorting through your clothes in your suitcase.

"Oh, you know, just me being clumsy. Really, H it's fine." You smiled, standing up from your suitcase, a fresh pair of clothes in hand.

"I'm going to shower." You leaned on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Hightailing it to the safety of the bathroom.

You sighed the second the door shut. Throwing your pajamas on the floor, hating yourself for lying to him. You knew he would be worried, too worried to stay here longer if he had to. Too worried to leave you alone for a second, you didn't want that. You could handle it.

Your arms rested firmly on the bathroom counter as you leaned in close to the mirror. Your eyes focusing on every feature of your face, moving down to the light bruising still on your wrist. By some luck the bruising was faint. A light blue and purple, already green around the edges from them starting to heal. You could definitely tell it was finger marks if you stared at it long enough but it was healing fast which you were very thankful for.

The last thing you needed was Mitch losing his mind and going after Ryan or Harry feeling like shit for not being there for you. You didn't want anyone to worry about it, hoping that he got out his anger and that was going to be the end of it.

Once you finished in the shower you slipped into a shirt that you were pretty sure had belonged to Mitch at some point. The tee almost completely covered your sleep shorts but it was comfortable and there was no way you were giving it back to your best friend anytime soon.

You made your way into the living room area, pausing when you saw Sarah and Mitch sitting in there. Thea on the floor in front of Harry, watching cartoons as he braided her hair.

"Hey, is that my freaking shirt?" Mitch yelled the second he realized you were in the room.

"Yeah, you're not getting it back either." You laughed, walking over behind where Harry was sitting leaning over and wrapping your arms around him. Your chin resting on his shoulder.

"Y'can have one of mine, love." Harry said, super concentrated on not pulling Thea's hair too hard. You smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh gross!" Mitch made fake gagged sounds like some immature 15 year old. You rolled your eyes, flipping him off.

"Shut up." Sarah mumbled from beside him, slapping him on the chest as you walked around to the front of the couch. Sticking your tongue out at Mitch for getting in trouble with Sarah.

He stuck up his middle finger, pretending to laugh silently, mocking you. You rolled your eyes, you weren't sure why you stayed friends with him. He was so much like an annoying older brother sometimes.

"What's for dinner?" You whined, plopping down on the couch, head in Harry's lap. His hands still fumbling around trying to braid Thea's hair. You wondered how the hell she managed to rope him into braiding it for her but knowing her all she had to do was put on her big doe eyes and he agreed.

"Pizza!" Thea piped up for the first time, jumping in place, making Harry lose all his progress on her hair.

"Gotta sit still." Harry sighed, starting over. He was so cute trying to not mess up, making you smile at him when his tongue poked out in concentration.

"And sushi." Sarah said from across the room making you sit up to look at her.

"Order my favorite?" You leaned your back against Harry's shoulder. Getting comfortable for your guys night in.

"Duh, baby, I got you." Sarah winked, making you smile brightly back at her.

"God, first you take Harry now you're taking Sarah?" Mitch grumbled, settling back in his seat.

"I don't share." Harry said, finally done with Thea's hair. His arm coming around you and pulling you into him. Thea climbing up on the couch to sit on Harry's lap, her head resting against his chest.

"Well, she was mine first." Sarah looked less than amused, arms across her chest, pouting.

Thankfully, the conversation ended when a knock came from the door. Thea jumping up and running for it with Harry following closely behind her saying she can't answer the door alone, making you laugh, shaking your head. He did a great job at fitting into the protective role with her, it was cute.

"Sushi's 'ere waitin' for pizza." He said walking back into the living room, Thea trailing behind him helping him carry all the food. She was trying so hard to not spill anything.

It took less than 5 seconds for you to rip your food out of the bag and start digging in. Not only had you not ate all day but now that your traveling anxiety had died down you could finally feel how hungry you were.

Thea whined beside Harry, a big frown across her face as everyone else started to eat.

"I'm hungry!" She fake cried, throwing her head on his shoulder all dramatically, making you and him both crack a smile.

"Well, ya can try this." He held up a piece of his Boston roll for her to look at. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she looked at it, very skeptical about trying something new.

"What is it?" She asked, staring down the piece of sushi. You paused eating to look up at them, Mitch and Sarah doing the same.

"Fish." Was all Harry said before the piece of sushi was slapped out of his hand.

"You're eating Nemo!" She shrieked, making Mitch start cackling. Even Sarah joined in with a few giggles.

Harry looked so confused you felt bad for him. Your hand resting on his shoulder as you leaned in to whisper to him.

"It's one of her favorite movies. She thinks you're eating the main character." You tried your best to contain your laughs as you comforted her. Harry swearing on everything he owned and promising everything he could that he wasn't eating her friend.

"'M sorry, I'll never eat it again." He sighed, putting his plate on the table.

"Thank you Harry." Thea sang out, giving him a kiss on the cheek and turning her attention back to the movie playing on the tv.

"Sucker." You, Mitch, and Sarah all said in agreement. You patted his back lightly, poor thing was never going to make it if she could make him feel this bad all the time.

"What was I supposed to say? She was about to cry!"

You just shook your head, leaning over and giving him a small kiss. He had a lot to learn about having a kid around all the time.

#Harry Styles #Harry #Harry Styles x Reader #Harry Styles x You #Harry Styles x Y/N #Harry Styles Fanfic #Harry Styles Fanfiction #Fanfic #fanfiction #writing #mine #LYHD

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cheeriecherry · 4 years ago

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Birds Of A Feather [3/7]

Hawks x Fem!Reader

Warning: some swearing

Part 3/7

The months pass in a blur, your days busy and hectic. Yet despite the chaotic pace, you find your heart growing lighter. You’ve begun to acquaint yourself with your fanbase, stopping often on slow patrols to sign autographs and take photos, and they seem to appreciate that. Especially the kids.

You and Hawks have also been maintaining your lunch ‘dates’, with him calling you up to his office whenever he’s free, talking and laughing about the goings on in your lives, what you liked, why you wanted to be a hero. Those were the days you usually ended up patrolling together, and the people on the street had come to expect that when one of you was around, the other was not far behind.

You considered him a friend, even though he was technically also your boss.

Still, even though you found his presence comforting and uplifting, you had never been the one to initiate your meetings. He was a busy guy, often talking and planning with other pros and higher-ups, and you figured it wouldn’t look good for him if you barged into his office unannounced.

Until today.

You’d managed to steel your nerves enough to wander up to his floor, lunch in hand. You packed a little extra today, since he’d mentioned last week that he wanted to try your chicken curry the next time you made it. Hopefully he’d like it.

...but what if he didn’t?

You stop in front of his closed door, listening carefully for the sounds of voices. If he already had someone in with him, you’d turn around and walk back downstairs. No harm, no foul.

...but what if he wasn’t busy, and just didn’t want to see you?

“Stop being dumb,” you mutter to yourself. You raise your hand to knock, but right before your fist collides with wood, you think better of it.

Who were you kidding.

You turn on your heel and make to leave, but barely get a step before a feather hooks into your collar and fixes you in place.

“Hey there, chickadee!” the owner of said feather saunters around the nearest corner, a bucket of chicken under one arm. “I was wondering when you’d start to come up on your own. Not gonna lie, this friendship was starting to feel a little one-sided.”

You’re sheepish, ducking your head and shaking the feather away. “Sorry Boss,” you say, “I didn’t know if you’d be busy with anyone.”

He wanders over to you and tosses an arm over your shoulders. “Nah,” he tells you, nonchalantly flinging open his door, “Meetings are in the mornings, that way I’m usually free by lunch. Guy’s gotta eat, yeah?”

He tugs you inside, and you take your usual seats by the window.

“I brought some extra curry,” you hold a small container out to him, “you said you wanted to try it.”

“Oh, hell yeah!” he snatches it from you, popping the lid off and digging right in. Judging from the pleased noise he makes, he thoroughly enjoys it.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, holy shit.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head. “It’s just curry.”

He’s still chewing when he speaks, “Curry I’d pay for. Why’d you become a hero when you could’ve been a chef?”

You throw back and forth at one another a few times, your wings fluffing up when you found something funny and were trying to keep a straight face, and when he reached forward to wipe a smudge of sauce off your face.

It’s about fifteen minute into the hour when he asks, “So, what’s new in your world?”

You slump back in your chair, scrunching your face up in distaste. “Hoo boy. Do you want the easy answer, or the honest answer?”

He thinks for a moment. “Easy.”

“Nothing much, then.”

“And the honest one?”

You run a hand down your face with a sigh. “The apartment I rent is under new management. They’re evicting everyone in the whole building to turn it into fancy condos. I’m so stressed,I’m worried my feathers are gonna start falling out.”

Hawks hums empathetically. “I’m glad stress doesn’t affect my feathers.

“Yeah,” you snicker, “otherwise you’d be bald.”

That earns a pained laugh from him, wings twitching slightly as he thinks to all the times he’s had to deal with useless nubs.

“Seriously though, chickadee, if you need a place to crash…”

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise. Did he just offer his couch to you? You’d been looking for apartments with adequate square footage, but everything you’d seen so far was either not as big as the photos, or so far out of your price range that you’d have to pick up extra shifts every other day. And you only had three days left before you got the boot.

“Ah...I wouldn’t want to put you out like that. Besides, I’m a terrible houseguest; feathers everywhere, awake at weird hours, terrible taste in TV, never wear pants…”

He laughs, genuine and joyous. You’d be more into it if it wasn’t at your expense.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, though amusement is still clear on his face, “it’s just funny how you’re so cool and composed at work, but a total mess at home.”

You cross your arms and feign indignance. “Well, I can’t keep up the persona all the time, now can I?”

He gets that strange expression again, though it’s been a while since you last saw it.

“No,” he’s quiet, “I guess not.”

You lull into somewhat of a tense silence, taking a few more bites of curry. “How about this,” you suggest, “If I don’t find a place in the next few days, I’ll take you up on your offer?”

He thinks about it. “Deal. On one condition.”

“Sure.”

“If we like how it works out, living together and stuff, then...you stay.”

Your wings puff up in total surprise, soft pieces of down flying off every which way. “I can’t afford that!” you squawk, “not even a fraction of it! Hawks, this is too much-”

“You pay what you can,” he says sternly, “and I’ll foot the rest. And if you really want to make up for it, you can cook that curry more often.”

It was, of course, assuming you didn’t grow to hate each other so much that you tried to rip one anothers’ heads off, as new housemates sometimes do.

You give it a good amount of thought, though. You don’t like owing people favours, or having persuasive reasons hanging over your head...but the likeliness of finding a suitable home in your time frame was...slim.

“Fine,” you relent, “it’s a deal.”

You shake on it.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #winged reader au #its a short part but bear with me #or is it bare #beir?

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chaoticspacefam · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @darth-bagel thank you! I shall tag (no pressure as always and feel free to ignore!) : @a-muirehen , @palepinkycat , @walk-ng-d-saster , @kyber-heart and @berriku <3

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Name/Nickname: I usually go by Elf/Elven online, tho my gf also calls me Boyscout (it’s an inside joke we have XD)

Gender: Cis female

Star sign: Taurus ♉

Height: 5′4″ (I can’t believe I’m actually taller than someone, sorry Bagel!)

Birthday: April 21st. Prolly gonna be spending another birthday in lockdown but hey, at least I can either play SWTOR with some buds or ARK with dad this time so that’ll prob be what I’ll be doing. Gotta make the most of it

Time: as I’m finishing this to post it, it is 1:22pm

Favorite bands: I have a lot so hold onto your hats lmao: Fall Out Boy, Glass Animals, Panic! At The Disco, Hop Along (not sure if these two still count as bands or if they’d fall under solo now...), MISSIO, 30 Seconds to Mars, Shinedown, Lord Huron is apparently a band now too tho he started solo owo, The Oh Hellos, Of Monsters And Men, The Antlers, PVRIS, Bastille, Young Heretics, Dorothy, The Crane Wives, The Mountain Goats

Favorite solo artists: Hozier, Willyecho (pretty sure he’s solo? XD), Billie Eilish, Ed Sheeran, Lorde, Mikky Ekko, Iron & Wine, Marina (& The Diamonds), Florence & The Machine, EDEN, P!nk, Keaton Henson, Amanda Palmer, Halsey, Radical Face, grandson, Lincoln

Song stuck in my head: as of this morning, The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy

Last movie: Uuuhh, pretty sure it was Hotel Transylvania 2, I was feeling icky the other day and needed to laugh so XD

Last show: The Alien Worlds series on Netflix, it’s really cool even if I wish they’dve come up with better names for the alien critters ¬_¬

When did I create this blog: Oh, not that long ago actually, funnily enough. I’ve been in and out of tumblr for a long while but never made my own blog(s) till about March last year (2020)

What do I post: this blog is exclusively SWTOR (and KOTOR) related stuff, anything from awesome art, writing and headcanons from mutuals, to my own art, screencaps from my and mutuals’ gameplay, to my own fics, headcanons and stuff. My other blog is for “canon” Star Wars, general fandom/gaming stuff etc. Very occasionally I might post non-swtor posts like this one here if I feel it “belongs” in the “get to know elven” tag

Last thing I googled: "acnh how many villagers can you have” - I wasn’t sure what the limit was and I play sporadically so I didn’t know, don’t laugh at me LMAO

Other blogs: just my other/main blog: @itstheelvenjedi . There’s “canon”-era Star Wars, LotR/The Hobbit stuff as well as a little bit of Warrior Cats, other gaming (mainly ARK: Survival Evolved atm), as well as a tiny bit of politics and ranty stuff. All is properly tagged so you can block any tags you don’t want to see.

Do I get asks: I do! I’m kinda slow answering them sometimes but I promise if you send me one I will always answer it and I appreciate every single one <3

Why I chose my url: ok, so, my mains are mostly wlw - except for Kas - (and yes, wlw can use the word “lesbian” if we want to, as a demisexual wlw person I will beat you with my crutch, fuck off, it’s a blanket wlw term just like “sapphic” and you don’t get to decide what I can and cannot call myself or my characters, you’re not me), they’re chaotic and they live in the SWTOR verse which is sometimes affectionately called a “space opera” so: chaoticspacelesbians. my main blog is because “TheElvenJedi” has been my main online pseud since about 2014, but theelvenjedi was apparently taken when I made my tumblr so I had to add something else to the beginning, therefore I went with itstheelvenjedi cause it was the closest thing to theelvenjedi and easy for me to remember XD

Following: 229 apparently (oop. I should probably....go through that and trim out the year+ inactive blogs huh o.o)

Followers: 90 (holy crackers where did you all come from LMAO am I really that funny???)

Average hours of sleep: I try to stick to at least 7, sometimes when insomnia hits tho it’s more like 4... >__<

Lucky number: 4 again! I just really dig it, it’s a cool number.

Instruments: I used to play recorder, and I took a couple drum lessons in primary school but couldn’t afford to keep it up ;-; it was fun while it lasted tho!

What am I wearing: ...my pyjamas and a dressing gown. It’s cold and I don’t have to go out or expect visitors today so I’m staying warm. Don’t judge me LOL

Dream job: I would’ve loved to have done either Riding Groom/Jockey (which I might have managed 6 or so years back but uhhh, I can’t handle the physical strain anymore, thanks granny joints!) or Animal Assisted Therapy, but there’s no way I can cope with managing my own business, it’s too much for me qwq A lot of things are Too Much For Me, unfortunately. I will take working checkout at a grocery store at the rate I’m going now tbh.

Dream trip: 1) to visit the gf in Germany and see the Christmas Markets there, and also 2) to go to New Zealand and visit the Hobbit/LotR sets and see all the wildlife :’D

Favorite food: Mac n cheese, it’s just...so good....

Nationality: South African/British (yes, I am in fact dual-national even if my SA passport has expired and I can’t find money to renew it, it’s on my birth certificate and in my blood so HAH)

Favorite song: I have...a few... but uhh Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along Bury Me Face Down - grandson Domestic Bliss - Glass Animals (TW: abuse mention, abusive relationship) Raise Hell - Dorothy Woman King - Iron & Wine Save Rock n Roll - Fall Out Boy Saint Bernard - Lincoln I could go on for a while but these are the ones that oft live in my head rent-free XD

Last book read: I don’t even know, tbh....I haven’t been able to focus on reading in a while 😅

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1. SWtOR (obviously. Gimme a lightsaber and Force powers, stat!)

2. LotR/The Hobbit

3. ARK: Survival Evolved (I’d prolly get eaten by a t-rex or a spino in like 5 mins but hey, the thought of actually having a bunch of pet prehistoric animals is nice~)

#not swtor #get to know elven #i was gonna put this on my main blog but since i have more followers here & *technically* this is the blog bagel tagged #XD #plus i don't post much about *me* here and this is impersonal enough that it feels safe to share with y'all #some proof i am an actual living being behind a screen and not some sort of pro-empire robot #hahahaha

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5ivebyfive · 4 years ago

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pride month challenge - day thirteen - first kiss trimberly - roommate problems

Kimberly Hart was on a mission. Kimberly Hart was never one to be deterred from something that she wanted. Kimberly Hart wanted Trini Gomez to smile at her again.

Kim and the other Rangers had a week before their Angel Grove Community College courses began, and they had been living in their new (old) rented house for two weeks. They were still settling in and unpacking. Well, Kim was anyway. The others had been unpacking since day one. Kim was more...living out of her boxes and digging things out as she needed them. She was spending half her week at training and the other half at the beach, and that didn’t leave a lot of time for serious unpacking. She didn’t mind, but she knew Trini was getting irritated. Their house had three bedrooms. Trini and Kim shared the master bedroom with a private bathroom, Jason and Zack shared another bedroom, and Billy had his own room. They all knew he needed his space and they didn’t mind it. So it was Trini’s and Kim’s shared room that was a mess of Kim’s things while Trini’s side looked neat and orderly. Kim tried to keep her half of the room neat, really she did, but she was easily distracted by life and the excitement of living on her own for the first time.

However, the night before Trini had finally gone off. She yelled about how Kim needed to be responsible for the fact that they shared a living space and respectful of the space and of Trini. Kim took it as a personal attack that she didn’t respect Trini herself and she yelled back. Each word shared not only pissed her off, but sent a fire off in Kim that reminded her how much she liked Trini and how attracted to the smaller girl she was. She had been since they became Rangers and it had only gotten worse. Trini chose to spend the previous night on the couch to get distance from Kim, and it made Kim sad. It had only been two weeks, but she was used to the comfort of having Trini in the room every night. Kim barely slept all night. She tried, but she felt guilty for her part in the fight. It felt weird sleeping without Trini beneath her. In shopping for a smaller bed that would fit their shared room, Kim had talked Trini into getting bunk beds so that they’d have more space in the bedroom. And because she wanted the top bed. She had been sleeping so well knowing that Trini was in the bed below hers every night, but that night...not so much.

Sometime before dawn broke she got out of bed and put on her earbuds with music blaring and opened a box. Slowly and painstakingly, she emptied the box and moved on to another. She put everything away in its place neatly and began stacking empty boxes by the door. She had some things that had to remain in boxes until she had a better place to put them, and those things she left in a neat stack of boxes next to the bathroom. She got lost in her work and was surprised when she tossed the last box aside. She looked around the room. It looked better, but not perfect. She went around the room and picked up anything out of place and found a place for it. Then it finally looked good.

Kim crept out of the bedroom to get a knife and break down the empty boxes and she piled them by the back door for recycling. She found an empty closet in the back of the house and put her unpacked boxes in it. She went into the kitchen and took down the fancy coffee her parents had given her that she hadn’t let the others use, and she brewed a pot of it. When it was ready she poured a cup, black, and carried it out into the living room. Trini was asleep on the couch with her face free of it’s usual scowl lines. She looked beautiful. Kim just watched her for a while. She had been trying for some time to find a way to ask Trini out. She wasn’t positive Trini felt the same way, but she was sure she felt something between them at times. She would doubt herself and tell herself she was seeing what she wanted to see, but there were just times that it couldn’t be denied. It felt like they were both waiting for something, and Kim wasn’t sure what that was. For herself, probably to avoid heartache. It wasn’t just a crush for her anymore. She had real feelings for Trini. She watched Trini’s nose wrinkle and she smiled at how cute it was. She moved over and sat on the edge of the couch by Trini’s waist. She brushed the bedhead back behind Trini’s ear.

“Hey you,” she murmured. Trini mumbled incoherently and tried to burrow under her blanket. “Nuh uh,” Kim said, tugging it down. “I have something for you.”

“Slept like shit,” Trini grumbled. “This couch sucks.”

“Well, it is second hand,” Kim commented. “And you have a perfectly comfortable bed in our room.”

“You mean when I can find my bed?”

“You know that coffee my parents buy that you love so much?” Kim asked. She waved it under Trini’s nose. “They got some for us.”

Trini inhaled and started to sit up. “That’s good coffee.”

“The sooner you start drinking it the more you get to have before the guys wake up,” Kim suggested. Trini took the mug with narrowed eyes and sipped at it. Kim chuckled and watched Trini sigh with content. “I’m sorry about last night. I’m sorry for what I said.”

“So you don’t think I’m an uptight clean freak?”

“No,” Kim shook her head. “I think you’re neat and organized, and I respect it. I was just mad. You know I can be...irrational,” she rolled her eyes at the word, ”when I’m mad.” Trini continued to drink her coffee quietly so Kim decided to go on. “I’m sorry I let my stuff get so bad, but that’s not how it’s going to be.” She considered her own words and shrugged. “Not all the time.” She watched Trini glance up to meet her eyes and they stared at each other for a long time. Something that had been happening a lot recently. The eye contact Kim shared with Trini was unlike anything else. It was thick and nearly suffocating, but in a good way.

“We gotta set some ground rules,” Trini said finally. “Otherwise we’re gonna fight all the time, and I don’t wanna fight with you.”

“I don’t want to fight with you either,” Kim said. She pulled the blanket down further to take Trini’s hand. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

“Just...trust me?” Kim asked, batting her large brown eyes.

“Of course, Princess,” Trini replied, getting up. The nickname sent a fluttering through Kim like it always did. She loved it. It made her feel special in a way she never had before. She got up and led Trini back to their bedroom, the only one on the ground floor, and she pulled Trini inside. She watched Trini take in the clean, unpacked room slowly. Trini’s eyes eventually landed on Kim. “You...did all of this already?”

“I need my best friend in our room at night,” Kim shrugged.

“Scared of the shadows?” Trini teased.

“No. Scared of not having you near me,” Kim said softly.

“I didn’t think Kimberly Hart was scared of anything,” Trini said. Kim stared down at Trini who was standing kind of close to her and gazing up at her, and some kind of strength came over her.

“She’s scared of a couple things,” Kim said softly.

“Do I need to hold your hand?” Trini teased, taking Kim’s hand.

“That helps.” The moment had gotten so much thicker and intense, and Kim had a feeling that Trini felt it, too.

“What else are you scared of?” Trini asked softly.

“You,” Kim murmured.

“Me? Why me?”

Kim tried to think of the right words to explain what she meant, but nothing seemed right. Nothing that didn’t sound cliche. In that moment she knew she had two choices. She could make a joke and shrug it off or she could throw it all on the line. She always had been one to be reckless, though. She circled an arm around Trini’s waist, dipped down, and kissed her. There was a moment where she thought she had made a colossal mistake, but then Trini started to kiss her back. Kim understood finally what it meant to feel her toes curl. She broke the kiss, the smile on her lips too big to hold back, and she looked at Trini.

“That,” Kim whispered. “That was terrifying.”

“Felt kinda good to me.”

“Felt really good,” Kim clarified.

“Yeah...it did.” Trini’s gaze fell down to her coffee cup. “Why now?”

“I don’t know,” Kim said honestly. “Last night was the biggest fight we’ve ever had and we’ve only been living together for two weeks. I don’t want it to be...an indication of how living together is going to be.”

“It was one fight,” Trini said.

“I don’t like fighting with you,” Kim replied. “I don’t like when you’re mad at me. It’s probably my least favorite thing in the world.”

“Mine, too. But...why now?” Trini gazed up at Kim and trailed a finger along the collar of her tee shirt.

“I guess...because I need you to know how sorry I am and how much I care about you.”

“So you kissed me…”

“Well, I’ve been wanting to since I first chased you up a cliff,” Kim said with a smirk.

“I see.”

“Was it a bad idea?”

“Nah, you shoulda done it a long time ago,” Trini said. She took Kim’s hand and tugged her towards the bottom bunk where the both sat back. “You should make it up to me now. With more.”

Kim took Trini’s coffee cup and put it on the bedside table before leaning back into her. “I can do that.” And she got lost in the soft smile Trini gave her for a while, but finally closed the distance and kissed her again.

Mission accomplished.

#trimberly #trimberly fic #my fics #pm2020challenge tag #otp; trimberly against the world

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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 19 Remember

The girls early that morning went straight to the school asking if Y/n was allowed to bring her to the mall for the camping trip. Before the school could say anything they promised most of the class was going to be there and that they wouldn’t take their eyes off the girl. They were talking about her like a dog. The school agreed, and reminded that Y/n does not have a phone, but does have a tracker implanted in her. The school was being lenient because not only did Y/n show she was on good behavior, but if something happened the students would learn a good lesson on capturing someone. Aizawa had already told the school that he was sure most of his students would be able to outsmart her in this area.

The next step was to actually let Y/n know. It’s not like she had a phone they could just text, it was like the 1800s, no phones squat! They knocked on her door. She silently opened it, she was in her robe, her hair was up and her eyes tired. She shut the door and reopened it to reveal she was all ready for the day. She was in an outfit that stood out, had her hair flawlessly in place, shoes to complete the drip and make up done.

“How did you do that?” Jirou yelled.

“I don’t even think you let go of the door.” Tsu said.

“What is up girlies?” she asked.

“We wanted to know if you wanted to come to the mall with us today.” Hakagure said.

“Well, legally I’m not allowed to have plans, so sure.” Y/n said.

“Wait do you have money? We’re going to shop for the camping trip.” Momo said.

“Yeah, my mom’s card.”

“What!” Urakaka said.

“Well she saved a lot of money without having to buy any back to school stuff when she had me switch to online. This can make the difference up.”

Y/n got her stuff and started walking back with the girls to the dorms so they could pick up their things for such a shopping trip.

“So what did you and Shouji do last night? Mina asked.

“Well, I lost my eyesight so he watched me stumble around because I wasn’t gonna tell him I was blind.”

“Why?” Tsu asked.

“I wanted to see how well my other senses could work it out.” She told them. “What am I? Open about all my issues? You guys get the crime stuff, but I’m entitled to my secrets.”

“Did he not help you?”Jiro asked, a little shocked about the word choice.

“I mean I guess.” She played it off.

The girls were hoping for this epic romantic little secret meeting and instead they just imagine Y/n walking around in a circle and tripping on stuff while Shouji watches. Shouji was a kind gentle giant who does help others, but the image they were seeing was Y/n would bite his hand off if he tried to help the girl.

“Is the rest of the class coming with us today?’

“Yeah, mostly everyone.” Momo said.

“Wait, are you going camping with us?” Tsu asked.

“Yeah, Aizawa is gonna do the government a favor and get some baselines set for my quirk. He got approved for quirk stabilizers too so I can use my quirk lessening the pain.” She said.

“Are you sure it's safe?” Jirou asked.

“Well, I bet I'll be fine since Aizawa will be there.” Y/n said.

In all honesty, she did want to learn more about her quirk and it’s limits. She wasn’t allowed to for so long and now that she has permission! What a concept! Some freedom with her quirk. This might be what she got instead of a prison sentence, this was a lot better than she thought it was gonna be. It was separated by girls and boys.

The students met up and went to the subway. They were all planning what they needed to get for the trip.

“I think I’m gonna get bug spray.” Urakaka said.

“That’s all you need?” Y/n asked.

“Well I already have enough clothes and-“

“I’ll buy you the bug spray.”

“What you don’t have-“

“I’m gonna ask to borrow it anyway, now it’s one less thing for me to pack.” She said. “Besides if my mom reads the credit card bill she’ll think I’m being responsible, it’s a win win.”

“I wanted to ask you something, just between us.” Urakaka whispered.

“What’s up, cutie?”

“Deku is always asking you for help with his training, and I wanna know if there’s anything I could do to make myself better as a fighter or just someone to rely on. You know a lot about that stuff.” Urakaka explained.

“I don’t know your areas of weakness besides your quirk being overused. Gunhead gave you some pretty solid training, I could try and teach you what I know, but it might not be what you need. I can’t really help with your quirk, but I’m sure this summer camp will help you. You’re already pretty light on your feet, that’s what most people here have troubles with.”

“You don’t think I’m weak?” Urakaka asked.

“No. I know you might think that because your quirk isn’t the best fighting one there is, you don’t shoot stuff out of your hands or anything, but it seems like you actually work on other things beside your quirk making you a whole hero.” Y/n explained.

“You know, I’m kinda jealous of you. You speak so easily what’s on your mind and it just comes out so easy for you.” Urakaka told her.

“That’s just because I’m not around my family. When I’m with them in public it’s just best to keep my mouth shut, but I’m not really worried about the consequences here.” Y/n told her.

“Are you parents...cold people?” She asked.

“They’re trying their best. They’re very career oriented people.” Y/n explained.

After they got off the subway, the class made their way to the mall. They were surprised to be recognized by civilians. People did surround them and asked questions. Y/n felt like the odd one out. She wasn’t part of this class, and yet now she was. Hagakure made a plan for the class to split up to divide and conquer and to come back in the meeting space.

“Shouji, you should ask Y/n to join us.” Tokoyami said.

“Why, so you can tease me more?” Shouji asked.

“I just figured she would order lunch from the cashier for us.”

“Y/n” Shouji called out to her.

Y/n turned her head to look at him and then stuck her tongue out. She made her choice to join Momo and Jirou instead.

“Looks like she’s not coming with us.”

“You should have flirted with her better.” Tokoyami said.

“That wasn’t flirting.”

“I’m talking about last night.”

Betrayal again!! Shouji didn’t let it bother him too much since the two guys had shopping to do. Should he talk to her about last night? She didn’t seem off or anything...was that normal for her? To open her bed and have a whisper conversation. They weren’t really flirting, just talking about silly concepts. It wouldn’t be weird if Momo were to do that. They were just having a sleepover…except there was that almost kiss…she couldn’t even see him. There was no way she was prepared for a mouth like his. She was just caught up in what right. Like a little summer romance.

“We should play truth or dare at camp.” Y/n told the girls.

“That might be sensitive for you, you gotta tell the truth if you play truth or dare.” Jirou said.

“Then I’ll just pick dare.”

“I dare you to pick the truth.” Jirou said.

“You got me there.” Y/n said.

Momo laughed.

“C’mon can’t you tell us there’s obviously something between you and Midoriya or you and Shouji.” Momo said.

“Why not both.” Y/n teased.

“Awh! You’re too good at this!” Jirou complained.

“I may secretly be in love with Sero, he liked my alligator stapler.” Y/n joked.

“Don’t make it harder to think.” Jirou said.

“Maybe then we should drop it if Y/n doesn’t wanna be open about-“ Momo said.

“No, I’m digging this attention. I wanna hear more how I live rent free in your minds.” Y/n said.

“I don’t remember you ever being like this.” Momo said.

“It would be unladylike of me to have such selfish desire.” Y/n mocked her mother.

“So if you two knew each other before this does that mean, do you remember Momo well?” Jirou asked.

“Momo was the pearl of her parents eyes.” Y/n said. “She may have been a little shy, but she made it a mission to talk to me, because I looked so cool.” Y/n said.

“I just figured since we were the same age-“

“Admit it my frilly little dress and tap shoes was the fit of the century.” Y/n said.

Momo laughed at Y/n’s teasing. They went back to talking and as the rule of three goes, Y/n took the back so her two friends could walk in the front. Life felt normal again. Well her version of normal. She was out with friends with little worries in the world. Her parents were mad at her, but that was expected. Being a teenager is hard and her parents cannot fathom what it’s like. As life goes on, their problems get more complicated. All was well in the world, but when people think that, that’s when disaster strikes. Momo and Jirou got further way as Y/n slowed down. A hand covered her mouth and pulled her to the side, to a privacy behind a store. She was thrown against a wall, one hand went to the side of her face. A blade was pressed against her neck in a threatening way. Her capture was none other than old business partner Dallas. The cold blade shivered against her neck.

“L-long time no see, Dallas.” Y/n said.

“I don’t wanna do this...but I know you were captured by the police .”

To save him.

“I have to know what you told the police. Spill it, everything.”

Not a single thing.

“You know I wouldn’t betray you.” She said.

The blade we pressed deeper into the skin, causing blood to shed.

“You’re lying you have to. What plea deal did they give you, huh?”

“You know if you kill me you’ll lose your best client.” She said hoping that would get him to think rationally.

This wasn’t rational at all. From the knife to the kidnapping. They’re in a mall, in the back of a store, a million cameras had to have caught him. The knife, if she does piss him off, the blood will go everywhere, making endless evidence. But he wasn’t training rationally, this was a last ditch effort. What was the police doing that made him so scared?

“Damn it!” He pulled the knife back and then slammed it into the wall, causing another slice on her neck. “You think I don’t know that? I’m losing way too much. Your mother is trying to go sober to avoid suspicion. I can’t sell anything anyway! And the police haven’t led up at all! They’re choking us out with those damn heroes. You’re caught and you go walk free, what privilege you must have, being so rich you can’t even be kicked down.”

This was not the storyteller that was sneaking drugs into her mailbox. This was someone desperate. He never cared, but he used her loneliness to his advantage. He got too comfortable with the view up top, but now with one of his key players gone, he’s angry.

“What’s killing me going to do? You would have known by now if I betrayed you or you would have been caught .” She told him.

“Shut up!” He punched the wall beside her face.

She was scared despite her remarks. Her warm blood against the cold blade was reminding her how clumsy he was, that he could kill her on accident, here. He was pressing it enough to let some blood out. It trickled down her neck, onto the blade and her shoulder. She didn’t want to die here, but what was the plan? What does he want to know? She doesn’t have anything she can give him.

“What do you wanna know?” She asked.

“Why would I believe for one second you got away with not telling the police anything?” He told her.

“If you stayed behind, you would have seen how injured I got.” She told him. “Excessive brutality.”

“You know I’m kinda jealous of you. People will always pity you and feel like they’re going too hard on you for just existing the way you are. It must be nice to live in one giant cradle!” His voice is like a madman.

That was it. She didn’t want to fight him, but he was picking his words poorly. She undercut his chin. He moved his knife like he was going to strap her in the arm, but missed and got caught in the hit. He jumped back instead of attacking forward. Their eyes locked, shocked out each other’s actions. He ran back into the public instead of finishing the job. She survived. He never wanted to kill her. Maybe he was just consumed with rage when he saw her here at the mall...

#shouji mezou #shoji mezo #shouji mezo #bnha #bnha fanfiction #xreader #series #shoji x reader #bnha shoji #mezo x reader #mezo shouji #bnha x reader

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