#not ready to handle pain pff

[taking-your-hand]

I really wanna start streaming on twitch and making Minecraft roleplays on YouTube (my main inspirations are Nihachu and Aphmau) but I’m really scared of people seeing that I’m a comshipper and trying to cancel me for it. I know how bad it can get, I’ve seen people leak faceless’ streamers address’ over petty drama and I’ve seen others snooping through youtuber’s Facebook just because they like them, I can’t imagine how much worse it would be if they disliked the person. I’m super scared of that happening to me because I’m openly comship. Not to mention the amount of people who’ll go around and call me horrible names, I once saw a Vtuber refer to Venti as a shota and they were called the dirtiest most gut-wrenching names. I’m already really sensitive so I don’t think I’d be able to handle it :(

Oh goodness, I have very similar fears myself. >< I am working on some projects that I intend to publish as original works that I do hope people will enjoy and be inspired by, but I'm always fearful of the people who will try to drag my name through the mud because I'm very openly defensive of The Bad Kinks™ and much more aggressively on my main than on here too, heheh!

I've seen... horrible things happen to artists, especially when they already have little power in society and the people with more power find it much easier to just kick them instead of standing up for them.

It's bizarre to me that I have yet to be so viciously targeted, and I really wonder if it comes down to popularity. Anti-kink people don't particularly care about me because I'm just a small Tumblr user, but on the other hand, god help me if I explode in a fandom one day or make a beloved game/show/etc. THEN, I'll face their wrath for daring to seek out success and happiness for myself, because I'm "tricking" or "manipulating" fans who don't realize how "problematic" I am. -_-

And certainly, some of it comes down to luck as well, because lots of small artists also get targeted. 😔

I don't think I have THE answers, but... I can tell you what I try so hard to internalize myself.

First of all, you have every right to the space you occupy as everyone else, regardless of your kinks or views on such. Contrary to what some people will claim, you are not intruding and you are not falsely advertising yourself. It's important to always keep that in mind. The idea that comshippers hurt people by being in their spaces is like saying they hurt people by standing in the same line at McDonald's pff. It's unrelated and ridiculous.

Secondly, as sad and perhaps pessimistic as this is, there will NEVER be a person or property that these extreme, one-note, closed-minded bullies won't target. No matter how much care you put into a story or presentation, there will be someone ready to twist it into something negative, or try to gatekeep your own fans if they do think you're on "their side" and "would never support these bad ships", etc. And here is the silver lining to that: Because this attitude is inevitable, you need not try to sand down your work to please such people. Anyone who would put so much energy into hating and tearing down someone for their art: their opinion of you is absolutely worthless. It's best to skip the needless pain and doubt they'll cause, and worry about the opinions of people with something of merit to say. People who criticize you in good faith, not the brainless screechers who just can't stand their own existences.

I feel like there is certainly more, and perhaps even better, advice out there for you, but I hope this was at least a start. As I said, I struggle with this fear too, and I think I have yet to fully embrace my own solution, especially since I haven't yet put out my projects heheh.

But either way, hope it helps. <3

And of course, I welcome any further advice from others on this! Lord knows I need it too haha.

Real quick, note that my rather vitriolic language is directed specifically at harassers and abusers, not at all self-identified antis.

[riza-hawkqueen]

I’m reading all the BananaF posts from the sidelines and omg

[asahipleaseloveme]

A Light in the Dark

Soulmate AU

Asahi x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

Author's Note: this is my piece for @gg9183 soulmate au collab! Congrats on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me join 🥲. In this AU, people see the face of their soulmate in their dreams. Some people see a face sooner than others. As always, feedback is appreciated!

"I don't know, Asahi. I think this whole soulmate thing is just a bunch of bs," you stated matter of factly. "Everyone claims that they see the face of their soulmate in their dreams. And it’s the only face they see until they find them. Pff, yeah...okay. I'm sure some people do. But there's no way everyone can see it, right?" You questioned more to yourself than to your companion who joined you for coffee.

"Maybe you're just a late bloomer? Or it could be that you're a little impatient. But it’s most likely because you’re a goober,” Asahi playfully ragged on you. “I'm sure you'll see a face in no time," he reassuringly stated.

"That's easy for you to say. I bet you've already seen your S.M.'s face. And they are probably beautiful and perfect. I wouldn't expect anything less for you, ya big softy," you teased as you poked him in the side, causing him to jolt away from the sudden contact.

"Hmph, even if I told you I haven't seen a face yet, you wouldn't believe me. But, you're still dreaming about nothing? Just total blackness?"

You stared at your drink for a few seconds to think of how you wanted to answer his question. It's true; for the past six or seven months you've been dreaming in total darkness. It's like you're in there, but there's just nothing. Almost like a void. For a while you were really concerned that it meant you didn't have a soulmate. No one you've talked to had experienced what you were currently going through. Everyone has been dreaming about a face. Some of them have been united with the person in their dreams, while others were still waiting to find theirs.

"Actually," you cleared your throat, "last night was a little different. A light started to shine through the darkness. I woke up before it could get too bright. But I don't know what it means, you know."

You looked up at Asahi sheepishly. You felt a little silly talking about this with him. You know he's been dreaming about his soulmate, but he's just too polite to tell you.

"A light, huh. Maybe that means your soulmate is a lightbulb or something. Ohh, or the sun!" Asahi chuckled.

"Shut up, Asahi," you chuckled along with him.

Your laughs subsided, and your eyes focused on his face.

"Hey, we will still be friends after we both find our soulmates, right," you broke the silence. You panicked as you didn’t want to come off as needy or jealous. "It's just that, I've had some friends who broke off their friendships with others once they found their S.M.'s. I was hoping we wouldn't have to. You're, like, my best friend," your face was getting hot and you could tell it was glowing red.

"______, you're my best friend, too. I'd like to keep it that way," Asahi smiled so softly at you. Even though he was usually the anxious friend of your group, his words felt so relieving and calm. You let out a sigh and smiled back.

"Oh, shoot. I gotta run or I'll be late for work!" Asahi said in a panic. "Uh, I'll text you later. See ya, goober!"

“Bye, goof. Have a good day at work!”

You spent the rest of the day at the library scouring through any book or online article you could find regarding dreams. Specifically soulmate dreams. You couldn’t be the only person who was experiencing the weird phenomenon of dreaming of nothing. The more you searched, the more disheartening it became. There were plenty of stories out there. Articles about people dreaming about a face for a few months before finding them. Articles about people dreaming about a face for decades and not finding them. Accounts of people marrying someone who they didn’t dream about and still finding happiness. Even reports about people who got married to someone other than their soulmate and divorcing their “non-soulmate” once they found them. There were even studies that gave the percentage of the likelihood of ending up with a soulmate. None of these findings were able to quell the uneasiness in your mind.

You threw your hands up in the air with a disgruntled sigh. “This is hopeless. I’m hopeless.”

You began packing up your things when Ashai texted you.

~You shouldn’t worry about this whole dream thing. I’m sure it’ll come to you soon 😊 ~

-I doubt it 😠-

~Lol you’re just grumpy. Go eat some food.~

- >:P -

~Are we still on for the park tomorrow grumpy pants?~

-Duh, goob. The park is the best part of my week. I wouldn’t miss it.-

~Me neither. I was just making sure.~

You grabbed a quick bite to eat at the convenience store around the corner from your apartment building. You made your way up the three flights of stairs to get to your little flat. “Home” was starting to feel a little lonely. Maybe that’s why you tended to spend most of your days somewhere else. You chucked your keys on the counter and tossed your shoes off by the door. As you were heating up your microwaveable meal, you received another text from Asahi.

~______, I know it’s easy to say, but keep your head up. I have faith you’ll see your soulmate 🙂. ~

You smiled at his kind words. He’s always been such a good and supportive friend. He’s always so patient with you. Hell, he’s even started to tease you back when you initiate it. You weren’t lying when you told him that he was your best friend. You didn’t want to imagine him not being in your life. Maybe that’s why you were so worried about the whole soulmate thing. Once he found his soulmate, he would probably start to treat you differently. Would you do the same when you (if you) found yours? What if-

Your thoughts were disrupted by the microwave going off. You quickly ate your dinner and then got ready for bed. You stared at Asahi’s text before deciding to just leave it alone. Sleep soon hit you. Again, you started out in the darkness like you have for the longest time. A light starts to appear and the intensity is getting stronger and stronger. It’s almost too bright for you to even look at. Suddenly, a fuzzy shadow of a head blocks the view of the light. The face begins to come into focus when you wake up with a shooting pain in the back of your head.

“Are you...kidding me? A blurred out face? Typical,” you rubbed your eyes and stretched. “Can’t wait to tell Asahi about this one.”

Asahi was waiting for you by the entrance of the park with a coffee for you in one hand and a coffee for him in the other. You called out to him and ran over to meet him.

“What’s this, Asahi? Need that extra dose of caffeine to walk with me today,” you smirked.

“Oh, I-I just felt bad about poking fun at you yesterday. I just wanted to make it up to you, so you know that I was just kidding.”

You giggled, “Asahi, we poke fun at each other all of the time. I think we know each other well enough that we understand it’s just in good fun. But I will gladly accept your peace offering this time.”

Both of you turned into the park and you began your weekly stroll. Ever since the two of you met years ago, you had a weekly walk through the park to discuss anything that was on your mind.

“So, uh, I saw a face in my dream last night,” you stated ever so shyly. “But, I didn’t actually see the face. It was blurred out. I don’t even know what that means!” You expressed the words with such anger, you stopped in your tracks. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I know you must be tired of me talking about this all of the time. I’m getting kind of tired of it, too. But this whole thing has me scared. What if my soulmate is someone who I won’t even like? What if they hate cats? What if they won’t even remember my favorite coffee order? What if they are mean to other people? I just don’t think I can handle that. I-”

“______, it’s alright. I know it can be scary, but you just have to believe that your soulmate is someone you’ll like. Even if you don’t like them, there’s nothing that states you actually have to marry them, ya know? I think that-” Asahi was cut off with the warnings of distant Heads up shouts, but by the time they were heard, a soccer ball crashed right into the back of your head.

You found yourself on the ground, coffee spilled all over your pants, and a massive pain shooting through the back of your head. You can faintly hear Asahi calling out for you, asking if you are okay. You look up at him, but the sun shine was so intense that you had to squint. The shadowy figure, the same figure from your dream, blocked out the sun and your eyes started to focus on the face. The figure blocked out more of the light, the face becoming more in focus.

“Asahi?” you sat, puzzled.

“______, oh my gosh! You don’t remember me. Did the ball hit you that hard? Oh no, we need to get you to a hospital now!” He panicked as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up to your feet.

“No, no, no. I remember you, ya goof. It’s just that...you...your face was...is...you’re my soulmate,” you stared at him with doe-like eyes.

He smiled down at you and wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“I’ve known for a while that you were mine,” he stated with happiness erupting from him.

“How long have you known?”

“Do you remember the day you spilled coffee all over my pants? Yeah, I started dreaming about you that same night.”

“Asahi, that was the first day we met...that was over two years ago! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I guess I didn’t want you to feel pressured to like me. You could have been dreaming about someone else and I didn’t want to get in between that. And part of me wanted you to like me because I’m...me. Not because you felt obligated to. ”

You smiled at him, “You’re, like, the biggest goof I know. How long would you have waited for me to, you know, finally catch up?”

“For you,______, I would’ve waited forever. Because there is honestly no other goober out there for me.”

You laughed as you gave him a hard nudge to the ribs. All of the fear and anxiety you had melted away the longer you were wrapped in his embrace. Your head started to go fuzzy and you weren’t sure if what because you were so relieved or because you just got donked in the head with a ball. Either way, you knew that you and Asahi were going to make each other happy.

“Thanks for waiting for me, Asahi. And thank you for liking me as I am. I know I can be a little overbearing and grumpy at times. I’m glad that you’re my goof. Oh, my head,” you sighed before letting out a groan.

Asahi looked down at you and smiled. “Let’s get you to a doctor, goober. You got hit pretty hard.” He kissed you on your forehead gently before scooping you up in his arms. This wasn’t how he had imagined this reveal going down, but he couldn’t help to be happy that he was your soulmate and you were his. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life making you happy. And you felt the same way.

[supercorpkid]

There’s a first time for everything.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2890.

“How exactly did this happen?” Jamie looks at the F in your test and you roll your eyes to the sight of it. This is bad. This is really bad.

“I didn’t have time to study. But it’s ok, I’ll study for the next one.” You say, agreeing with your head to make Jamie and Maya’s worried expression ease up a little.

“Babe, you should’ve told me you needed to study. We could have had a study session or something.” They’re still worried. You look at Jamie raising one eyebrow, so she knows there’s more to the story. It takes her a few seconds, but she seems to finally realize your life is more complicated than stupid French tests.

“Oh, it’s a one-time thing.” Jamie says dismissing it with her hand. “It’s good, now you know what the rest of us feel when we don’t go so well.”

“Yeah. It’s great.” You joke with a smile, and that seems to be what’s necessary to make Maya less worried.

“We’ll study together for the next one.” She says and you agree.

It’s just when her mom picks her up from school, that you can tell Jamie what was really going on with you.

“Ok, so what really happened?” Jamie asks and you breathe deep before starting.

“Ok, it all started the night before when Kara put her head inside my bedroom to ask me:

“Hey kid. What are you up to?”

I looked up from the books I was organizing on my table to start studying. And since I thought it was something fast, I answered. “Nothing.” While obviously ignoring the books in front of me.

Then she went on like “Well. There is a big commotion downtown, a bunch of aliens got together to destroy some things and the whole place is a mess.” And I just shook my head agreeing because I thought she just went to tell me why she was leaving. But, like, she kept going and she asked me: “Do you want to come with me? I figured we could use some help.”

I was beaming in excitement ‘cause you know it’s kind of hard for Kara to just admit she needs help, so I thought there was probably a hell of a mess there. Which means she really did need my help, right? So, I was like “Wait! Really?”

She smiled too. “Sure! Go put on your-” But I used my super speed to change and I was in front of her all suited up in a blink of an eye. “Suit.”

“Let’s do it!” I ran out of the bedroom feeling like I could fly away just by being invited to it. You know it’s all I ever wanted. Kara seeing me as a person who could back her up during trial times. I was almost out of the house when I heard Lena’s voice from the living room and I came back to kiss her goodnight. So, she was like:

“Where are you guys heading to?”

And Kara said, check this out:

“I need back-up for this fight.”

I mean, she literally said the words I was so eager to hear and my smile just grew wider.

“I’m back-up!” I said, beaming in excitement.

But, well, you know my mom. She immediately went like:

“It’s school night.” She looked at momma. “She needs a good night of sleep.” Like I wasn’t even there to speak for myself! But lucky for me Kara said:

“Don’t worry, love. She’ll help me stop the aliens and bring them to the DEO, and I’ll do the clean up part.” Kara assured mom, who let out a sigh, like she does whenever she knows she is defeated.

“Are you sure you want to go?” She asked, putting her hand on my shoulder. And honestly, I don’t know what she was expecting. Did she think I was going to say no? Anyways, I obviously answered:

“Oh my God, yes! Don’t worry mom, I can handle it.”

Then she was like: “Ok, then. Don’t take too long.” She kissed my cheek, and then Kara’s mouth. “Be careful. Both of you.”

Then I looked at momma, still smiling, and she smiled back super excited. I just couldn’t believe I was going out to have adventures with Supergirl! I always thought I would have to sneak out with Superboy to have them, but then like, momma invited me to it!

So anyways, I tagged along to fight some hellgrammites that were causing trouble downtown. And like, dude, Aunt Alex gave me an earpiece for communication and Rao it felt so good to be a part of the team!

And she would talk to me through it. Jamie, I swear it’s as fun as you can think. So, aunt Alex was like:

“Superkid, be careful with the spikes. They’re strong enough to penetrate metal, it could harm you.”

And Kara was like:

“They also possess superhuman strength.”

And I was like:

“Okay, guys. I know hellgrammites, just chill.”

But like, aunt Alex went on:

“If you can’t win, try using their own spike against them as a last resource, Superkid.” And I was like ‘ok’, And then I hit one so hard he was thrown to a post light, and it bent, and made the light flicker. It was so funny, but I obviously couldn’t say that, so instead I said:

“Sorry. I’ll fix that!” And I flew to him, looking at the spike on his hand. Then I made my voice sound stronger and said: “You can come willingly or I can make you.”

“Pff.” It was his answer. What a dumbass, right? So, I had to keep using my strong voice.

“Got it. I’ll make you.” And then I punched his face a few times until he was unable to recover, and put him in cuffs. And I was so happy I yelled: “Got one!”

I looked at Supergirl, who had already caught the other three. She gave me thumbs up and a smile. Well. At least I kinda helped, right?

“Bring him to containment at the DEO.” I heard Alex’s voice through the comm, and picked up his floppy body and made my way towards Supergirl.

I asked if she was ready and she agreed with her head. So, I picked one other guy up, throwing each one over my shoulders, and I flew into the DEO with Supergirl, putting all four of them in a cell.

Aunt Alex was looking proud of me, which is incredible. You know the feeling! And she went like. “Great work, kiddo!”

“Thanks! That was fun, it was like playing video-game!” I said making them laugh. But then Supergirl went:

“Ok, time to go home. I’ll go clean up the mess they made, and I’ll meet you back there in a bit.” And she was ready to fly away when I held her hand.

“I can help. Still early.” I said pointing at my watch, but I lied ‘cause it was already late. Supergirl narrowed her eyes at me, and I knew she was going to say no, so I said: “At least let me unbend the post light.”

So she went:

“Ok. Let’s go.” Supergirl flew and I flew behind her.

In the end, I ended up helping her clean up everything, and we had to sneak in home so Lena didn’t see what time we made it back home.

And then, when I laid in bed, I was feeling exhausted, but I was so tired that it was really hard for me to fall asleep, so I missed my first wake-up call with Kara knocking at my door, and when Lena woke me up a while later, I was so tired it was hard to focus. But I could never tell her that, ‘cause she would be pissed since she was right in the first place. So, I rolled out of bed and came to school.

The problem was that it takes a lot of effort to shut off my super hearing and pay attention to the test, and I wasn’t able to do that while feeling so tired, hence my F.”

“Well, at least you had a good time supering yesterday.” Jamie says after you finish your story and you agree with your head catching your breath.

“It was awesome! Even your mom looked impressed.” You lean over a pillar and look at her. “Except Lena will be so mad that I got a bad grade, because I was supering.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t do everything. Save National City and get a good grade the very next day.” She said and you think about it. No, you can’t do everything, but you’re supposed to. Besides, school is more important than saving National City since Supergirl could have done it all by herself, clearly.

But Lena doesn’t need to know, does she? It’s not lying if she doesn’t ask you about it, so there’s no reason you will run to tell her about it, right? Right. It’s fine. You’re fine.

But you’re not fine.

“Hey, babygirl!” Lena says when she walks in home later that day, your soul almost leaves your body. You jump so high in your chair; she furrows her brows at that. “What are you doing?”

“Having a heart attack!” You put your hand on your chest, and you feel your heart beating fast.

“You shouldn’t get scared so easily. You have super hearing.” She points out and you think about it for a second. She is right, you shouldn’t.

“I was distracted.” You defend yourself, and Lena comes closer to kiss your head. She looks at the books in front of you.

“Ooh, français. Très bien!” She jokes.

“Mhm, yeah.” You smile through the pain you’re feeling to just blurt it out right there. It’s very hard not to say anything. You hate keeping secrets from your moms. “How’s-How was work?”

“Oh, you know Fridays and meetings. They don’t usually go well together.” Lena says that grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass. “But at least we have family night today, right?”

“Right.” You smile and she excuses herself for a shower (glass of wine in hand), while you finish studying.

Kara gets home a while later with dinner in both hands, but she still manages to push your books out of the way so she can put them on the table. She ended up dropping all of your books on the floor, and you smile at her.

“Sorry, little one.” She bends out to help you with it, and you hear a loud gasp.

“What?” You ask surprised, and you look at what she’s pointing at. “Oh no. Oh no.”

“You got an F?” She yells in pure shock, and your eyes widen at the sound of that.

“Shhh! Will you keep it down, please?” You lower your glasses to make sure Lena is still in the bedroom and can’t hear you. Lucky for you that’s the case.

“An F!” Kara’s still shocked. She picks up your tests and reads it. “You were aware it was a French test, right?”

“Um, yes?”

“Because I’m pretty sure this is English, this is a math equation? And would you look at that! You wrote stuff in kryptonese! I’m not sure she could understand that.” She keeps looking at it, making you blush in embarrassment until you pull it out of her hands.

“I was… distracted.” You say, putting it inside of your book, and looking back at her. “Please, don’t tell mom.”

“Kid-”

“Please, mommy.” You try with your sweetest voice. “I’ll study harder for the next one and I’ll get an A, just please. Please. For me?”

“Don’t.” Kara looks at your pouting face and you can see she’s very inclined on hiding this with you. But she blinks twice looking away. “No, that won’t work. The pouting, and the ‘please for me’ bit. You know we don’t do lies in this house.”

“That’s not fair!” You cross your arms, upset. “Last week mom asked you if you ate all the chicken parm and you said no.”

“Are you serious?”

“You broke three glasses when you closed that cupboard a little too strong yesterday, and you told her nothing was broken.”

“Nothing important was broken.”

“Momma!” You pout again. “It’s not fair.” You hear Lena opening the bedroom door and making her way to where both of you are, and you raise an inquisitive eyebrow at Kara.

“Hey honey.” Lena says making her way behind the counter for another glass of wine. She looks at both of you having a stare down on the other side.

“One of us is going to tell her and she would rather if it was you.” Kara whispers close to your face, and you know Lena can’t hear her. You frown, and can’t believe Kara would do that. You can’t believe she won’t have your back about this.

“What’s-” Lena clears her throat, calling your attention back to her. “What’s going on?”

“Oh. Hi, love.” Kara makes her way to the other side of the counter and kisses Lena’s mouth. “Your daughter has got something important to tell you. I’ll go shower so we can have dinner and watch a movie.”

Kara leaves the kitchen and Lena raises her eyebrows at you, encouraging you to start. You don’t. You just look at her, and the book where your test lays inside. And you think about a lie. But you know you won’t lie, so it makes no sense for you to think of one in the first place. So, you get your test out of the book, and you come closer, holding on to it like it’s suddenly going to make it turn into an A instead.

“I, um, have something to tell you.” You sit on the other side of the counter, and she looks at the paper you’re clinging to so desperately. She does her eyebrow raise, and your heart feels like it’s going to stop with the thought of disappointing and upsetting her. Your mouth feels dry, your palms feel sweaty. It’s a whole ‘is this what a heart attack feels like?’ situation, before you can get your words out. “I didn’t do so well on a test.”

“Ok.” It’s what Lena says. She raises her hand at you, and you wince when you realize she will look at it. “Can I see it?” She pushes, once she realizes you’re still clinging to it, like holding onto a wrecked life-boat.

“Can’t you just take my word for it?” It’s your last desperate self-preserving act. Lena shows you her hand again, and you know that’s a clear ‘no’. “Ok.” You breathe out, handing her the paper. She takes it and looks at it, with furrowed eyebrows.

“Didn’t do well.” As in she’s saying that’s a very light way to put what she’s looking at.

“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time, I promise!” You blurt out. “Please, don’t make me stop supering. Please. I swear it was a one-time thing. This won’t happen ever again.”

Lena puts the test down, goes around the counter and stops in front of you, while you still rumble your apologies. She doesn’t say a word which is very distressing. You wish she would just yell and ground you, just do something, instead of radio silent like right now.

“Ok.” She finally lets out. Ok? What does ok mean? “You’ll do better next time.” And then she hugs you. You take a few seconds to wire your brain and acknowledge what’s happening, before wrapping your arms around her, and letting out a breath you’ve been holding the entire time.

“So, you’re not mad?” You ask, still in shock. Lena gives you a chuckle and whispers softly in your ear.

“I’m not mad.” She tries to move away, but you hold her tightly.

“Still hugging, still hugging.” You say, earning another chuckle from her, and she doesn’t move away. “So, I can still go supering with momma?”

“You can still go supering.” She whispers again.

“And I’m not grounded?” You ask again, and you feel Lena moving to kiss your cheek. You smile, very happy.

“And you’re very much grounded.” She whispers, and finally lets go of you, with a bop on your nose. “But nice try.” Lena gets her wine glass and looks at you with a soft expression. “Can I just ask you a favor?”

“Anything.” You’re so happy she’s not mad, and that you can still go supering, whatever she says, you’ll do.

“That physics formula it’s exactly what I was needing for an experiment. May I steal it?” She smiles, making you smile back.

“Really? Wow, it’s almost like I wrote that for you.” And you have, in fact, because you were listening to her during your entire test. And you feel like she somehow knows that because the English part is the explanation she was giving about the experiment, then you wrote the formula she was trying to come up with, and the kryptonese part actually says ‘I love you, mom’. So, you figured she must have put two and two together and she possibly knows.

“Oh, and babygirl?” Lena adds, looking at you from her wine glass. “Khap ukiem rrip, inah*.”

Yeah. She knows.

Notes:

*Khap ukiem rrip, inah = I love you, daughter*

[the-terminal-archive]

The Power Plant was quiet today.

There was the gentle clinking of movement, none of it seemed brisk to Ametrine. They have grown bored of being in the walls of this safe space, a hundred miles below surface light. It was a little warmer than it was yesterday, perhaps other garnets were forming today? They couldn’t tell. With a huff, they stood up, following the footsteps they heard. They’ve lived here long enough to tell who that was. “Tsavorite!!! You! I’m bored!” “Bored?” It was said with a warm laugh as they turned to face the sterling-plated gem, rearranging their scouter as they thought of what they wished to do. “Hm...are you going to suggest-” “I wanna go outside!” “-You want to go outside, of course.” They glanced away as they remembered the route the other would have to take. “Well, Some of the other Larimar have dug tunnels to look for tiny bits of Uranium and other radioactive bits… You’ll have to take that route up.” “Did you cause another cave-in? Again?” “It’ll be fixed soon enough, Ametrine. Do be careful traversing through there, will you? Wouldn’t want too many particles of that mineral to infest you.” “Mhm!! Mhm!!! Is it cold on the surface today?” “It always is, silly.” “Again??? Ughhhh, but your heating system isn’t enough to keep me warm! I still have to take blankets…” “Oh, come now… it’s not that bad, now is it?” “I feel like a popsicle up there!!!” “Then, would you mind checking a certain mine for me?” “Is it that one stupid place with all that Kimberlite? You know, I’ve been telling you that you could just harvest from there! I don’t see why you don’t want anything from there.” “I’m just biding time. The jewelers wouldn’t want me drilling there yet.”

Jewelers…? “What are those?” Tsavorite was in the middle of replying after the question was begged before Ametrine felt a searing pain in their head. Their hands went up to their head, clenching it violently. They...They hoped this wouldn’t scuff the metal on their scalp. They could hear faint mumbling, but it only made them close their eyes tight, looking away. It felt like their head was splitting in two, every time this happened!

“Oh, dear...is that pain getting to you again? I’m...sorry.” Words finally would get through about a minute later. “Perhaps the information was too much for you to handle. I’m sure going back to the surface would help clear it a little more…” “Then I guess I’ll just go.” They grumbled, trying to keep their mind from going haywire a second time and result in another wave of pain. “Alright. Be safe out there, will you?” “Pff- when am I not…?” “Hah, I simply must make sure. You never know what’s out there.”

“You’re really weird sometimes.”

“Right back at you.” “Hu-Hey!!! No!!! You’re weirder.” “And you’re the weirdest.” The two managed to giggle at such a remark, the smaller turning heel. “Fine! I’ll spend a whole day there, you can’t stop me…!” “If you do, at least have fun while you’re there, alright?” “That’s a promise I can keep!” And with that, they kicked up their boots and darted away.

Already, the new route carved out by all the Larimar looked stunning- clean, dark green in color- it was hard to tell it was a mine at all. Dim, blacklight illuminated shattered Fluorites, which the tiny robots were also collecting by the pound. They had to pause for a moment just to take it all in, a tiny smile brought to their face. Sure, they were gonna miss that other route with all of the masses of different rock, but this was just as interesting! Maybe they’d take this path more often if they could tell how to get to the surface...Because right now, they felt absolutely lost! Well, that is until they saw a piling mass of bluescreening Larimar crowded around a little spot. Ametrine’s visor blinked a few times, a few warning signs popping up about the radioactive particles surrounding the place. Perhaps they could just spare a peek and move on…? They did just that, looking over the small pile to see them crowding over...oh. That was a hand. A hand, glowing a ghastly green in the UV light… It might have been a bit of Uranium, but...What did that even entail?

...Maybe it was just a weird rock growth! Moving along!

It would take them hours to reach the surface, shuddering as the cold air surrounding them. Right, right, the Kimberlite mines… How far was that away again??? Mmm...mmmm… At the base of those mountains….They figured that if they went at top speed, they could get there in ten minutes! Those ten minutes did not account for that one tumble they took, but nobody else saw it! That didn’t happen! They managed to stay warm that whole time just by going as fast as they did! They nearly splatted into the post by the entrance to the abandoned mine, taking a step back and sticking their tongue out at it. “Why did you have to be there? You’re a dummy little wood!!!” Ametrine pouted playfully, glancing away. Was it even warm in these mines…? Entering the place, it was...fairly dark. Hard to see much in someplace that’s been ditched for as long as it has… If you weren’t this neat little plated gem! All they had to do was turn the brightness up a little, and- yep! Haha, there was all the rock! None of it was Kimberlite just yet, but in the gaping pitfalls this mine had, it was easier to see it further down. Sure, it was a long way, but they had all the time in the world! A whole day to spend here, trying once again to find movement that they know isn’t here! Tch, Tsavorite would never have the time of day mining in this place, and it would go to someone else. Oh- right!! The jewelers… They completely forgot to ask that scientist to repeat themself! Dammit… a day of never knowing could very easily turn into decades if they forgot about it all! Hm, perhaps others more commonly spoke of them… Why weren’t they ever spoken of to Ametrine until just now? Maybe to keep them from worrying...silly scientist! Nothing worried them! That’s why they were here! All alone! With absolutely nobody to help or save them if they cried out for help, which they wouldn’t need anywhere in the near future! Yep!!! They were doing this all on their own, like a grown-up gem! Maybe someday they’d be considered healthy enough to go back to all the other yellow or purple gems… They hoped that would be the case sooner rather than later! Hmhm, they could take on anything that was thrown at them! And, that’s when they heard clinking. That...wasn’t from them! Maybe it was from stalactites or something. The Pristine Peaks had that happen a lot, and it kind of sounded like clinking! Hehe…

They heard clinking again, a little louder this time. This got Ametrine to stop for a minute, glancing around and letting light hit wherever it could. They weren’t even that deep into the mine, what could possibly be up here?! Another clink. Another. Another. Several successive clinks, it didn’t sound like something that could walk. “Hello?” They called out into the depths, where they thought the noise was coming from. More clinks. This sure was taking forever for it to show itself, but...at some point, they stopped again. It was at that moment Ametrine sensed movement at the other side of the tunnel they were in, a terrible figure to train their eyes on, but… Once it started approaching again, their heart jumped into their throat. It was a cluster of crystalline masses in the shapes of limbs and faces all smothered together, its appearance smeared into the surreal. It was too shallow in the ground to classify it as diamond, so it must have been a cluster of quartz, but even still- what was something like that doing here?! Ametrine was too scared to do more than sputter out fragments of sentences, silenced only by the shrill cry of it as it continued moving in. Did it- did it wish to tear them apart!? And, just as they were ready to turn heel and book it out of there, Another figure dropped down from a hole in the ‘ceiling’ of this dreaded place, facing towards the beast. “Another of you?! I swear, the next time one of you appears this close to the surface without an innocent closeby, I’ll just let you terrorize the world.” It was hard to see what gem they could be when the place was so dark, let alone the fact they had never heard such a voice before. However, their attention was drawn down as the figure pulled out two sharp, curved daggers...one concealed in each heel. The mess of crystal they stood in the way bellowed again, getting this new soul to say just as sternly back,

“Back down from this fellow quartz, you fiend! I will not let you take a single soul so long as you remain in these mines!”

...Ametrine looked away from the scene, too frightened by the enemy’s appearance to dare glance back. Maybe they should have declined to come to the mines! They would have loved being bored in Tsavorite’s radioactive wasteland than being here… Yet, it was a bit late now, and...they’d have to trust whoever this was, for better or worse.

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Only Dancing

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin​

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: You don’t expect Bucky to join you for a night out. But who says an old wolf can’t learn new tricks.  (This is in the “Only For A Moment” universe but can be read as a one shot.)

Warnings: Smut, some jealousy, other than that just fluff

A/N: I feel like I should point out that I ship Okoye and M’Baku because she could handle that man. 

Also, this is the last drabble before part 2 starts. So. Many. Feelings. 

(Sorry if you got tagged twice. Apparently the tags didn’t take. Beginning to think that @invisibleanonymousmonsters​ is on to something by not fucking with a tag list because UGH sometimes it’s a pain. Anyway...

TAGS ARE OPEN 🙃

“Poetry,” Nakia says on a sigh as the knives fly back into your waiting palms. “Pure, violent, poetry.” You can’t help but laugh as the small vibranium knives slot themselves back into their holster around your wrist. 

“It’s not all me, Shuri made these magical things.” They really were perfect. Calibrated to return automatically to their holster at the mere whisper of your power. 

They weren’t the only magic Shuri had worked. 

Originally, the thought of letting anyone - even someone like Shuri - run any kind of tests on you was at best terrifying and at worst made you contemplate murder. Now though, you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Your whole life you’d been a mystery to yourself, never really knowing why you were different or really what you were capable of. After Hydra had their hands on you the sense of being a stranger in your own skin had only grown. How could anyone trust themselves when they had no way of knowing their limits or even how their body functioned?

In less than a week Shuri had, for the most part, unraveled the mystery. 

Your power? A genetic anomaly, likely from your father’s side. She was still puzzling over just how that anomaly worked, how it reacted with your brain to produce your telekinesis. What she did figure out was that, as you suspected, the more you used this ability the stronger and more precise it became - with limits.

“Self-preservation will kick in at some point,” she explained when you told her about the times when you’d found your ability overwhelming. “The mind can only handle an influx of so much information at a time before it overloads.”

What Hydra had done? A bastard version of what kept Steve and Bucky spry even at 100 years old. 

“The cellular regeneration is a bit slower, and it doesn’t seem to have done as much in terms of strengthening the proteins in your body,” she said. You’d stared at her blankly. “Basically,” she sighed, “you’re a really good fake to Rogers’ and Barnes’ name brand. Almost as good but your strap may break sooner than theirs.” 

Once she knew how you ticked she immediately began crafting weapons unique to your abilities, like the knives - which she called Panther Teeth, fairly accurate considering they were terrifyingly sharp and small enough that they were almost unassuming. 

As you weren’t an official member of the Dora Milaje you didn’t get the spear they carried, instead, Shuri made you twin short spears that hung at your side. They fired similarly to their full-size cousins but at a more rapid pace and shorter burst since your power could balance any recoil. 

The best by far was the vambraces that fit around your forearms. Similar to T’Challa’s suit they absorbed kinetic energy in a fight but when paired with your power they could release that energy in more focused blasts, form a shield, or even send out a powerful wave of force. 

All of Shuri’s amazing creations paired with your own growing strength made you feel like someone to be reckoned with, someone who could protect who and what she loved no matter the threat. You’d never known freedom like this. 

“So, did you convince him to come tonight?” You ask Nakia as you unfasten the holsters from your wrists. 

“Pff,” she scoffs. “A king can’t just go out whenever he wants.” She says in a pretty perfect imitation of T’Challa. 

You laugh, “A king is still mad you declined his proposal.”

“I didn’t decline necessarily,” she says, slipping free of her training gear. “I just told him I wasn’t ready to be queen.”

“Can’t say I blame you.” The two of you settle into the steam room, your tired muscles already singing in the relaxing heat. 

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you sell that wolf of yours on making a public appearance?”

You give her a sideways glance, “What do you think?” 

“I think Okoye owes me money,” Nakia says with a grin.

“What?! She actually bet that he’d come?”

“She did,” Okoye says stepping in the room to join you both. 

“Time to pay up general!” Nakia goads. 

“Not just yet,” a sly smile curls Okoye’s lips. “I have a plan.”

-

“How do you even know they’re both going to be at the farm?” You ask as the hovercraft sails in the direction of your home. 

“I know everything,” Okoye responds. 

“Not true,” Nakia quips. Okoye throws her a glare. 

“She’s right. You didn’t know the name of the second Star Wars movie.”

“Those films are not in the right order!”

“You also didn’t know that Shuri was planning to sneak out to Coachella,” Nakia points out. You nod in agreement. 

“Ok, fine,” she concedes with a half-hearted sigh. “M’Baku told me. T’Challa asked if he wanted to join them but-” 

“But that man goes where you lead,” Nakia laughs. 

“Of course he does,” Okoye says. Apparently, the leader of the Jabari had been none too friendly before the attempted usurping. Since then though, he an Okoye had grown rather close, though they refused to make anything official.  

Her plan was a simple one. Since you’d brought your things to get ready at her place in the city there was no obvious reason to go back to the farm for anything unless there was something she or Nakia just desperately wanted to borrow. So, you’d all get ready and take a quick romp to the countryside to grab a necklace or earrings as to tempt your men to join up. 

T’Challa may take the bait but you knew that, even though your ass looked immaculate in these high waist leather shorts, your husband would not be joining you this evening. You shared as much. 

“Alright, $50 he shows,” Okoye bets. 

“Oh, I’ll take that bet,” you shake her offered hand as your house comes into view through the twilight. 

Sure enough, T’Challa and Bucky were sitting by the lake glasses in hand. The two men look back as you all disembark. 

“Two elders enjoying a peaceful evening. It’s so cute,” Nakia jabs. 

“You’re so funny,” T’Challa tosses back, dragging his eyes from her plunging neckline with visible effort and back to the water. 

“Everything ok?” Bucky asks, rising to meet you. Ever the worrier. 

“Yup. Nakia wanted to borrow a necklace is all.” He nods and holds the curtain open for you to go inside.

It’s now that he seems to fully take in your outfit, his eyes growing wide.

The black lace bustier you borrowed from Nakia left little to the imagination but was kept in check by the cropped moto jacket and of course, there were the leather shorts. The whole thing was finished by the heeled Doc Marten’s which you’d nearly wept over when you brought them home from your first trip shopping with Nakia. Being able to build a wardrobe again was an unexpected Wakandan perk.

You fight back a burble of laughter as you watch him swallow hard, averting his eyes from your ample chest. 

Without a glance back at him you head straight to the bedroom to fish out a long chain necklace that would perfectly fit with Nakia’s deep cut neckline - this may have been a last-minute ruse but you had dressed people for a living once, you could amp up your girls look and try to bait your husband into going out with leather booty shorts at the same time. 

When you turn back he’s leaning in the doorway, clearly having been staring at your ass. 

“You look nice,” he says finally meeting your eyes. 

“I look hot,” you counter with a smirk. “There’s a difference.” 

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. You lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek, your dark red lipstick not leaving a single mark. 

“Have a good night babe,” you toss over your shoulder and head back outside. 

T’Challa is chatting somewhat awkwardly with Nakia as Okoye grins like a Cheshire cat beside them. 

“Got it!” You call to Nakia, holding up the necklace. 

Nakia turns her back to you and you clasp it on. The gold choker adds the right amount of shimmer and the long front piece falls down into the neck of her dress drawing the eye. Perfect. 

“See, it was just what this needed.” 

Nakia grins, “You’re right. Ok, let’s go! Bye boys!” With that, the three of you are back on the hovercraft without another word. 

-

A couple of hours later you push through the bodies on the dance floor to the booth you all claimed. Okoye and M’Baku lounge, sipping their drinks. 

“I think you owe me $50,” you say, finishing your own cocktail - it didn’t do anything much for you but you did like the taste. 

“The night is still young!” Okoye protests. “Did you see what they were wearing? It’s not like they could just roll out like that. Give them time.” 

“I’ll make sure she pays up,” M’Baku says with a wink. 

“Holding you to that!” You yell before heading back to the floor. 

It felt good to have nights like this again - laughter, and friends, and music loud enough to drown every worry. You didn’t even mind the crowd, nor the stranger with his hands on your hips. 

There’s a small ripple through the sea of people and you see T’Challa join Nakia on the floor. Okoye had pulled M’Baku out too, seeing them together her head falls back in a triumphant laugh. You shake your head, smiling, and continue to dance. 

The feeling of someone’s eyes on you sends a tingle up your spine. Methodically you scan the pulsing dark of the club, telling yourself there is no threat despite your mind automatically assuming the worst. 

In a flash of light, you see him on the other side of the floor, just beyond the crowd of bodies moving to the music. His hair hangs loose, a tight black tee strains across his chest, the left arm tucked in neatly, and his hand is shoved in the pocket of a pair of dark slim fit jeans that you’re not sure he owned before tonight. 

You smile, chalking his scowl up to the loud crowded space he finds himself in. With a nod, you step away from the man you’d been dancing with and head for Bucky. When he doesn’t move forward you send a bit of your power out to wrap around him, thinking to pull him in. He doesn’t budge. 

Turning away he stalks from you and the dancing crowd. 

Now you’re a little confused. You walk all the way out to the open-air terrace at the back of the club. He’s nowhere to be found. 

You make your way down the terrace steps to the first landing, away from the crowd. Why come all the way here… You wonder when a rough hand grips your arm spinning you back into a dim service corridor. Bucky’s body presses hard into yours pinning you to the wall. 

The dark look on his face clouds his blue eyes, but still, he’s so gorgeous it makes your breath catch. Gripping your jaw with his powerful hand he tilts your face up just a bit, holding it as his kiss sears you in place. It’s a hungry, passionate, possessive kiss. His tongue immediately parting your lips, tasting you, demanding more. When he pulls back you’re panting. 

Despite the heat of that kiss, his expression remains unchanged, fingers digging into your skin. Slowly his grip lessens, calloused touch trailing down your neck until they reach the collar of your jacket. 

Faster than your flustered mind can process right now, he grips the collar of your jacket, using it to spin you around to face the wall. In one swift tug, he pulls the jacket down your arms, tossing it aside. 

His hand rests on your chest, pressing you into him. The heat of his breath on your neck and his stubble barely scratching against your shoulder makes desire sing through your body. The sensation distracts you so much you don’t notice that his hand had migrated to the button of your shorts. 

Sure fingers loosen the skin-tight garment, the zipper crawling down. 

“Bucky,” you breathe in weak protest. 

“Shut up,” he growls fingers dipping into you to find that you’re already dripping. Biting your lip you grind against him, always eager for his touch. 

 “That’s how you moved with him,” his voice is gravel rough against your ear. A light bulb goes off in your mind and your movement ceases. “Would you rather have him?” Bucky presses the outline of his hard cock against the curve of your ass. 

Holy shit. You almost laugh but manage to hold it in. 

“Are you jealous Mr. Barnes?”

There are no words just his ragged breath. He answers with the sound of his own zipper lowering, his hand roughly tugging your shorts down your ass. 

“Answer me.” The demand in his voice makes your mouth water for some reason. Tilting your head back onto his shoulder you look into those stormcloud eyes of his.

“I only want you.” You reach for him, pulling his throbbing cock from his jeans. “I only ever want you.”

“Good.” This time his kiss is rough but fleeting before he pulls your underwear to the side and thrusts himself into you. Your hand flies to your mouth to catch your cry as your body stretches around him. 

The force of him threatens to knock you off balance. He reaches his hand around both steadying you and finding your clit at the same time. Rhythmically he rolls the tender bud under his middle finger, making every nerve ending in your body vibrate. His pace quickens and you think you will not be able to hold in this scream, it’s too good, too much. 

“Quiet now, sweetheart,” he says low, his own breath staggering. 

Barely you manage to stifle the sound of your orgasm rocking through your body. A moment later you feel Bucky’s cock pulse, a soft moan from him making your hair stand on end. 

He pulls out and you tug your shorts up. When you turn to face him he’s plucking your jacket off the ground. 

“Here,” he holds it up, as you slip back into it. Once it’s on his arm wraps around your chest holding you so tight you can feel his heart still racing against your back. 

“I meant it,” you say, relaxing into the comforting feel of him. “You’re all I want, Bucky.” He nods, his cheek resting against the side of your head. 

“Seeing you… I don’t think I’ve ever been the jealous type but…”

“It was just dancing babe.” 

He huffs out a dry laugh, “It doesn’t look like just dancing.” Turning in his arms to face him you take hold of his ass, pulling his hips to yours.

“Next time just come with me then,” you move against him. “You love to dance.”

A small smile plays on his lips, “I don’t know this kind of dancing.” 

“It’s easy.” You can hear the music clear enough pouring from the open doors above you. “Just feel the music. No steps to remember. Just be present.” 

Moving your hands to his hips you guide them to move with your own. Soon enough he’s getting a feel for it, letting his hands caress your curves. 

“See, easy,” you say smiling up at him. “We should get going before Okoye comes looking.”

He nods. As you begin to step away he cups your cheek, pulling your mouth to his once more. This time the hunger is replaced with something far richer that sends tingles down your spine. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love all of you,” you respond. “Even the jealous bits.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. Especially if it gets you to fuck me in an alley, kinda hot.” He barks out a laugh.

“I’d say it’s more a hallway. What kind of husband would I be if I fucked you in an alley.”

“A fun one,” you say with a wink. Taking his hand in yours, you both head back upstairs. 

“Well you two look damn near giddy,” Okoye teases. They’d all set up at one of the terrace tables. 

“Just a quick dancing lesson. He’s a fast study,” you say. Bucky sits in the one open seat and you perch on his thigh. 

“Uh-huh,” Nakia says with a sideways glance. 

“So,” Bucky says, arm giving you a little squeeze, “You all already tired?”

“We’ve been out longer than you old wolf,” Okoye says. 

“Psh,” T’Challa waves a hand. “This is weak.” 

“You both rolled up maybe 20 minutes ago, what do you mean weak,” Nakia tosses back at him. 

“He’s right. Didn’t look like anyone could even break a sweat dancing like that,” Bucky pokes. 

“Oh, the White Wolf wants to break a sweat, eh?” 

“I think he does, Oko,” Nakia answers. 

“I don’t know if the colonizer can handle it,” M’Baku laughs. 

“Wanna bet?” Bucky says with a wolfish grin. 

Two more clubs and several hours later M’Baku is in the process of doing 100 pushups on the street with Okoye perched on his back because the colonizer had, in fact, handled it. In fact, he’d handled it better than you by mastering some new moves - you could admit you were a little jealous. 

“One hundred!” Okoye declares. M’Baku stands, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“Could have just bet money you old wolf,” M’Baku grumbles.

“Too easy. And less fun for the rest of the group,” Bucky smirks, patting M’Baku on the shoulder. 

Nakia gasps, shooting up from the step she’d been perched on, nose up sniffing the air. 

“Chapati,” she groans. 

“This is happening,” T’Challa declares, grabbing Nakia’s hand and leading her toward the intoxicating smells of meat, spices, and bread. 

Within the hour, the six of you have loaded up on Chapati, Rolexes, and Bajia - the magic of meat, cheese, and starch being truly universal - and are sprawled around the king’s living space laughing and eating. It feels almost too good to be true. 

In the small hours of the morning, you finally fall into bed, stomach, and heart full to bursting. Bucky flings his arm around you, holding you close. 

“So,” he asks in your ear, “when’re we going dancing again?”

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[alarians-history-and-lore]

Violet fire (Flashback)

A group of young Alarian guys, just past their mid twenties, walked together. A wild redhead, a calm looking blond with glasses, and a wild white haired, freckled one.

They talked of science and engineering, all being from the same class together. Wyrran was going on about thermal systems, when Tan'l, the redhead, nudged him.

"Hey. Wyrr. Don't look now, but I think you have a pair of eyes on you." He snickered, poining across the hallway to an absolutely beautiful young woman with a few of her own friends.

She had soft purple eyes and a fluff of slightly blue hair, and she was looking right at him.

Wyrran felt a blush creep up him and shoved Tan'l. "Hey, come on! She's not interested in me. Shut your mouth."

The blond, Keyto, snorted. "Pfff. Come on. She's been eyeing you for weeks. Heard she's really, really firey. Lowkey a little crazy."

Wyrran shook his head. "Ain't got time for girls. Besides. No one's interested in a nerd like me."

He huffed and started walking on, the two others giving each other a look and shaking their heads.

Dense.

--

"Hey."

Wyrran looked up from his book and notes, staring right into a pair of intense purple eyes.

"Hey nerd."

Wyrran tried not to be irritated at the interruption, staring up at her. "Um, yes? I'm studying."

The girl gave him a slightly offended huff, closing his book.

"Hey!"

"C'mon there, egghead. Come out of the pages a while. I want to talk to you." She grinned. "Too busy?"

"Pff. Quit teasing. Girls don't talk to me. Besides. I'm busy." Wyrran huffed, waiting for her to remove her hand from the book so he could find his page.

"I'm talking to you, dummy. Now. I have something to say. You gonna listen or not?"

Wyrran stared up at her lovely royally purple eyes, rolling his diamond ones. "Fine. Make it quick."

Emyyan Tayo was not known for a relaxed or shy disposition. She leaned in, staring him right in the eyes, intense.

"I want to court you." She said firmly.

Wyrran stared at her for a long moment, then started laughing softly. "Me? Come on."

"Yes, Ryfon. You. I. want. You." Emyyan gave him a wild grin. "Now. I'm gonna ask you on a first date, okay?" Emyyan poked him in the shoulder. "The nice little shop near the school, I would like a meal there. I'll pay if you're a coward."

Wyrran was stunned when he realized she was serious."W-what? You... me?? Us??" He blurted out, sputtering.

"See you there tomorrow at lunch." Emyyan grinned, walking away with a flick of her hair.

Wyrran just sat there, watching her walk away. Absolutely stunned.

"What---"

A date? Him? But he wasn't even good looking or charming or buff! All the things that a lady like her would go for in a partner. Him?

She must be playing a joke on him.

--

He sat there, sitting across from her, those intense purple eyes staring right into his soul.

He'd barely touched his food, she'd finished hers.

"So." Emyyan said calmly. "What do you study, eh nerd?"

"Engineering and astronomy. Space-" He stuttered. "Spaceship design."

"Oh. Booooring." She huffed. "Heh. Should have expected that, though. You're boring for such a cute guy."

Wyrran just blinked at her. He couldn't believe the prettiest and most straightforward, firey, absolutely beautiful girl in the entire school had picked him to court.

"I'm studying genetics and experimental stuff. The dangerous new frontiers." Emyyan said proudly. "Stuff like core experiments. You should see the inside of one when its sliced in half."

Wyrran uneasily chuckled, hand going to his core. He wouldn't have the guts to mess with those like that.

"S-sliced...?"

"Yeah. The inside is really neat, like... like... here." She grabbed a pencil and a napkin and drew a large circle. "That's the hard shell." She drew a smaller circle in the middle, and then a bunch of squiggly lines connecting the two. "That's it's heart in the centre, where all the light comes from, where its... brain is. Sorta. And these wiggly bits are the connections between. And then the roots, the conduits grow out from there." She drew some lines out. "We also do tests with them... like with frequencies and stuff. And see how they react to different things. We put one in an animal!" She squeaked excitedly.

Wyrran blinked nervously. She intimidated him. His hand stayed over his heart, an uneasy feeling coming from his core. As if it didn't like the thought of being sliced in half.

"Wow. That's... crazy!" He told her, remembering to try and take another bite of food.

"Sure is. But I'm into it." Emyyan refused to stop staring at him. "Kind of fun."

"Isn't that sort of stuff... frowned upon?" He took a drink.

"Pff. Sort of. But it's a necessary field of science to make progress. I know a lot about cores, space boy." Emyyan grinned. "Did you know they can absolutely grow in nonbiological places?" She leaned forward onto the table. "They can grow with simulated heartbeats. All they need is a steady thing to grow on to. We got one to grow inside a tube." She giggled excitedly.

Wyrran felt more and more uneasy, losing appetite.

"Cores are- are alive! I feel like that would count as- torture." He murmured.

"They- come on. They don't think, dummy." Emyyan snorted. "Sure, they echo the feelings and soul of the one that made them, and the instincts that guide them, but they're not... alive alive. No more really than a tree."

"My mom says plants can have feelings." Wyrran informed her. "She grows all sorts of plants. And she's real good at it, too."

"I'm sure she is." Emyyan said softly, still staring into his eyes.

"Why do you keep... looking at me like that?" Wyrran asked, nervous.

"Because you're hot." Emyyan said frankly. "Very hot."

Wyrran went red as a tomato, freckles vanishing into his blush. "I'm- I'm what??"

"Hot as a gasfire. Smokin." She grinned. "I love your eyes."

Wyrran swallowed, feeling frozen under her gaze.

"So, do you accept my courtship, Ryfon?"

"HhhhhhhhhhhhhhHhh-"

"That's not an answer, really. But I'll take it as a yes." She reached forward and gave him a small touch on the head. "You're my boyfriend now, okay?"

"HHHHHhh-"

"Nice. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Wyrrie!" Emyyan stood up and payed for their food, skipping off happily.

Wyrran sat there staring into space for the next hours.

--

Wyrran was practicing his swordfighting in his yard, slicing at and dodging an imaginary opponent, trying to be as light on his feet as possible.

He'd always had a knack for it. His mother was a bit more of a bow and arrow kind of gal, but the first weapon he'd ever summoned had been his sword. And ever since, he'd been determined to learn everything with it. Become as one as he could with it.

He was gracefully dancing about with it, panting slightly with the sensation of light going up his arm.

Every time one of the tiny living particles that made it up died, another would move to take its place in the sword. A steady flow from the centre of him.

Sure made him feel alive.

He'd gone on dozens of dates with Emy, and he was finally comfortable with her. She was straightforward and firey. A little bit nuts. Impulsive.

She had a softer side to her, but it was rarely seen. Emyyan was absolutely infatuated with him, he could see that.

Love was growing in him for her constantly, but goodness, she was... a lot to handle.

"Hey, Wyrrie!" He jumped at the pet name, turning to see that she'd climbed the fence around his mom's house, and was sitting in her tree. "Nice moves! Think you'd be that good in a bed?" She laughed loudly, jumping out of the tree and walking over to him.

He couldn't help but wonder what weapon she was good with. He stared as she approached, red coming to his face at her... suggestion.

"Dunno." He shrugged. "How's it going, Em?" He asked.

"Very good. You practicing, hmm?" Em put a finger on the edge of the sword, running a finger down it with a flirtatious look in her eyes. "Wanna spar with me, Wy?"

Now this was something he could beat her at, surely. He was pretty good with his sword. The late twenties Wyrran gave her a grin.

"You're on."

"Cool. One thing first." Emyyan leaned in, hand on his sword. "I wanna add in a wager. I win... we finish our courtship. Thzkehz. We bond." She grinned.

Wyrran went red, eyes widening. "Hh??! Already? We've only been... dating for about two years! You want to-"

"What, not confident with your fancy butter knife? Think you can't beat a girl?" Emy teased, running her hand on the blade to the point where it cut her a little. She hummed softly, looking down at the cut on her hand, blood beginning to leak from it.

Wyrran just stared into those amethyst eyes, and then nodded. "Fine. I'll show you what I'm made of, Em. Get ready for a fight." He got into his fighting stance, ready.

Emyyan bunched her cut hand into a fist, light zipping up into it, causing a confident and fast heal. She smiled and wiggled it, barely fazed by the blood. "Challenge has been accepted, then. I'll try not to hurt you."

She held out her hands and summoned a long pole, blades on either side of it, getting into her own stance. She stared him right in the eyes. "You go first, Wyrrie."

He stared at her for a moment, and then went in for a slice, dancing light on his feet. She blocked the blow with her pole, spinning it to block his sword and catching him on his arm with a blade. He winced and backed up immediately, pulling up a shield. She went for him, stabbing with one end of the pole for him. He brought up the sword to block it, moving to hit her with the shield.

She stopped her shield with his hand and kicked him in one of his legs, immediately hitting him with a blunt edge of her pole.

Wyrran hissed in pain and went for a second sword instead of the shield.

They fought back and forth for a while, dancing here and there around the yard, using everything and anything as a part of it. It got pretty intense, and Wyrran had several slices in his shirt, a few of which were bleeding.

He'd only actually hit her twice.

He was panting when she ran for him again, and he took a deep breath, deciding to use something else he was practicing. As she ran at him, he focused energy through his whole body... and just barely managed to teleport. She let out a surprised yelp when he disappeared from in front of her. He hadn't have gone far.

She turned around to see him slicing for her, trying to get a hit off so he could knock her over and win.

She disappeared before he could touch her and a heartbeat later he was on the ground, and she stuck the end of the pole just brushing against the core connection on his spine, where it hit his nervous system.

A spot that if sliced would be very bad. And was considered a little dangerous to be putting weapons near.

He shuddered, swords vanishing. "Em! Holy-"

She pushed it slightly, just slightly into his back, not enough to even go through the skin, but enough that he cried out slightly.

"I win. That means I win."

Wyrran held still, actually terrified. He'd agreed to this. And now...

He swallowed heavily, still frozen under her.

Wyrran had to marry her completely. The act of binding their souls together.

"You fold, Wyrrie?" She asked, voice triumphant. "I've been waiting for this. I wanted you the moment I saw you. Now. Get up." She nudged the spot again, getting a distressed squeak from him, before stepping off of him and letting her pole go.

It took him a moment to recover physically from that poke, standing shakily up. He wasn't ready for this. Courting was one thing... bondage?

Terrified wasn't even close to the feeling in his chest.

He looked over at her, a hand over his slightly shaken, distressed core.

He could feel it shivering inside him from that poke. He gripped at his chest, staring up at her eyes from where he stood, half crouched. "Em... I don't know if-"

Emyyan took a step forward, putting a hand on his chin and forcing him to look up at her.

"Not going back on our wager, are you, Ryfon?" She asked, a serious look in her eyes. "That'd be pretty dishonest of you." She sounded hurt.

Wyrran was just a scared young man, staring into her eyes. Could he say no? He could, right? It was his choice too. He could.

But he... had agreed.

"N-no. We had a deal. You win, we bind."

He couldn't tear his eyes from her.

She smiled warmly. "Oh, wonderful. I can't wait. Shall we?"

"Wh- what about your family's permission? The ceremony?" He sputtered. "Now?"

Emyyan shook her head. "As if I respect my deadbeat of a dad enough to ask his permission to marry the man I love. Besides. We just fought. And I won. That was the ceremony, as far as I'm concerned. I'm ready, Wyrrie." She pulled him in and kissed him.

Eito, she was hot. And sassy.

Wyrran chuckled a little, even if this filled him with butterflies. He was... well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.

He let her drag him away into the house, knowing his mom wasn't home right now.

This... this was it.

The woman he was going to spend his life with.

Wyrran would give his all for her.

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"Are you working on that dumb spaceship again?" Wyrran looked up from his sketches and design ideas to see Emyyan there, an annoyed look on her face.

He ducked a little. "Uh... yes?" He gave her a small smile. "I told you Em, it's my dream. To fly."

She rolled her eyes and sat across from him. "Huh. Well. I think you should get your head out of the stars, hun. And focus on this. We're married. Remember?"

Wyrran blinked at her. "I- I know. But... I can't help it. The stars call to me. Always have." He held up the sketch he'd made of an egg shaped ship. "See? It's going to have....probably three engines. And... plenty of room for a whole family, when we start one up. I mean, not that we haven't been trying, anyway. But once it happens. We can all fly together!"

Emyyan looked annoyed. "I don't want to leave. I like it just fine on the ground." She huffed. "I don't want to go careening through the empty void. There's nothing but danger and terror and empty, vast, boring wastes out there. What even is so exciting?"

"Adventure. Intrigue. It's beautiful out there... and I promise I'll show you the beauty." Wyrran assured her gently.

Emyyan stared at the sketch in his hands, dubious at best. "Huh. Well. Besides that, there's something I want to tell you. Get over here, babe."

Wyrran nodded and walked over to her, and she stood, grabbing his hands. Their eyes met.

He blushed, staring warmly at her. A year and a half ago now, they'd binded. Sealed it. He adored her.

He leaned in and gave her a kiss, and she giggled.

Emyyan leaned forward, staring intently into his eyes. She pressed both his hands against her lower body. "We've been trying... hard. And we did it. Finally. I started... I started feeling it a little while ago. I'm at the very least a month or so in."

Her eyes widened, filled with excitement and warmth.

"I'm with child, Wyrran." She said it warmly, eyes staring into his soul.

Wyrran's jaw dropped open. He stared at her in disbelief, hands pressing softly against her for a moment, and then he felt a little lightheaded when it hit him.

"Hhhh???" He made confused and startled noises, and then stumbled back a bit. "You're- you're- Ohhhhh. Oh boy. Oh-" He had to lean against the wall, trying not to fall over. "Oh. Oh Ralin. Oh boy."

"Don't hyperventilate, dear." She giggled, watching him sort of fold into himself. "Breathe, okay?"

He started laughing breathily, weakly. "Oh my gosh I'm going to- I'm going to be a dad! I'm a father! I--- ohhh my head." Wyrran looked up at her, standing there. "Em... you feel okay? No... no hiccups yet?"

"I got a few this morning. That's when I decided to tell you." She smiled. "You know what this means? It means we have to stay."

He blinked, confused. "Huh?"

"We have to stay on Alar. You wouldn't seriously take a little baby to space." She said it like it was certain.

Wyrran straightened slightly, even still feeling lightheaded. "Well, by the time we get the ship built and ready, the little one would be more than old enough. I'm only just starting build-" He paused.

"You've-- you've started?" Emyyan sounded ticked. "Are you kidding me?" She stomped a foot. "Wyrran! I said I don't want to go to space! I said you choose it or me!"

Wyrran shrunk under her gaze. He'd started work on the ship without telling her a month into their marriage, actually. He had several designs in mind... but had pretty much narrowed down what he wanted at that point. "Uhhhh... Emmie?"

"Don't you Emmie me. Where is it. Where are you hiding that stupid metal death machine?" She glared. "I'll have some people come and scrap it."

"No! Why would you do that? It's- it's my life's dream and you know it!" Wyrran yelled back. "Don't, please! I- I'm working so hard on this because... even if I don't fly with you, I still want to go some day! Please, Em, don't take it away from me. Please." The joy of the moment was ruined, replaced by indignation.

He so rarely fought back about anything, but this... this was something he was serious about.

"Wyrr. It's time to let the dream go. It's just not for us. This is what you need to focus on." Her hand went over her belly. She wasn't even showing yet. The little one was still so small... He stared down and then back up at her. "Like I said. Choose that-" She gestured to the drawings of space and machines and ships. "Or this." She gestured to herself. "Because I am not going to space. You have about ten months to think about it." Emyyan turned and walked off, still mift at him.

"Oh boy." Wyrran whispered to himself, half collapsing against the wall.

What would mom do?

He... he was going to be a father.

That scared him.

--

He winced as the door slammed practically in his face. He opened it again and watched her leave, not even looking back at him.

She was leaving to live at her old place.

The yelling, the screaming, she'd thrown things at him.

He blamed it half on the hormones, really.

"I hate your stupid ship! And I hate you! And- and- and I hate this child!" She had yelled. "You're stubborn and stupid and I can't believe I ever fell in love with you! I don't want anything to do with you ever again, Wyrran Ryfon!"

And that was it.

She just left. He watched her from the door, tears streaming down his cheeks. He'd messed it all up. He'd ruined it. She would never forgive him after this, for sure.

Rubbing at the spot on his face where she had slapped him... hard, he closed the door and moved to sit down at the table.

Why was it... so hard...?

He curled in on himself, crying. He'd clean up the mess later.

--

The letter came only a week later.

He had to force himself to open it. It was addressed from Emyyan Tayo. Not Ryfon.

He sighed and settled in his chair to read it.

To whom it concerns:

Yes, Wyrran, that means you,

As far as I'm concerned, we are no longer bonded. No longer married. From now on, we live apart as strangers. You are not to talk to me. Or approach me. Understand? I do NOT want you. Knowing you, you'll be blaming yourself for this.

Good.

It is your fault.

Now, as for our unborn child.

I do not want it.

As soon as it is born, it's yours. I no longer care about it, about you, about your stupid dream. You refused to let it go when I pleaded, begged. I just wanted a life with you. And you couldn't even give me that.

So in nine months, it will be the last time I expect to ever interact with you.

They give you the kid.

You leave.

Never, ever try and come after me.

I'll-

There were some scribbles on that part. They ran down a couple lines, as if she'd changed her mind a few times.

Just don't. I can't take it.

Be at the healing centre when they call you. I'll have that taken care of so I never have to worry about any of it again.

Goodbye.

- Emyyan Tayo

And that was all that he had left of her.

Wyrran put the letter down, hands shaking.

He was sobbing.

He'd ruined his whole chance with her, and for a stupid ship.

He summoned his sword and drove it into the table with a frustrated curse, the wood splintering.

Wyrran immediately regretted it. That was the table he'd grown up at.

He let out a distressd, long wail and collapsed back into the chair, curling in on himself, shaking with anger and fear and... and brokenness.

He was a stupid fool.

And he had only one thing left.

This child.

He would...

Wyrran would give his all for that child.

All he had left in him.

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Hi! This is my first time promoting someone, so sorry if it's bad 🙈 idk if you've done this before, but maybe Elsa giving Anna Queen lessons? I imagine it all cute with Olaf chiming in with his own commentary, and Anna saying how boring it all is.

(No I haven’t! This looks like fun lol)

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“Boring?!” Blurted Elsa. 

She had a face in-between shock with wide eyes and aversion with a wince. 

“Queen duties are all but boring.”

Anna eye-rolled at her dramatic tone. “Some tasks are interesting, but you have to admit that this...”

She gestured at the desk that her, Elsa and Olaf were sitting at. “...is a nightmare.”

“It’s not.” Firmly stated Elsa. “You’ll see. Writing contracts and letters actually is quite thrilling. You really are at the core of what’s happening for Arendelle in terms of geopolitics and economy...”

“In paper form? It’s easier verbally.” Grumbled the redhead.

She let herself fall back on her chair, her crown shimmering in the move. “I feel like I’m gonna die from boredom.”

“You won’t!” Assured Elsa.

“Yeah, you can’t die from paper, can you?” Chuckled Olaf. 

He then jumped in a “Oh!” as he corrected himself. “Unless you give yourself a very nasty paper cut. But then you’d have to lose a lot, lot of blood.”

The sisters turned to him with intrigued gazes. 

“And then you’d have to lose so much blood we would call it an hemorrhage, and you would slowly feel life going off your body and-”

Two pairs of azure and teal blue yes stared at him.

“What? I read science books.” 

Anna looked at him like he basically had enough knowledge to be a murderer. “Please remind me to take science books off the library.”

Elsa sighed and shook her head. “Can you two please stop being distracted? We need to get back to what I was saying.”

The Queen had a sigh too. “Maybe we should talk again about how council preparations work. That part was funnier.”

“That part is something I know you handle perfectly. We’re not here to talk about elements you excel at, Anna, there’s no purpose in that. We need to make sure that you know-”

“-stuff I’m a disaster at. Yeah, I got it.” Finished her younger. “Sorry for expecting compliments.”

Elsa’s authoritarian face switched to a sad one. 

“You’re acing at all the other tasks, Anna, truly.” She said in a suddenly soft voice, putting her hand on her sister’s. “I’m only trying to help you.”

“I know, I know, I was just teasing you.” Smiled Anna. 

She stretched openly and loudly, her eyes determined. “Alright. So, what’s next after the ultra boring paperwork?”

Elsa smiled. “Waxing letters.”

“Ooooh, that’s a fun thing. I’m on.”

She knew where the supplies were in the desk, and she opened the correct drawers to take the wax, the stamp and all the other items that Olaf saw passing in front of his eyes with great attention and a beaming smile. 

Elsa was about to begin her instructions, but the redhead cut her in a very regal hand gesture. “Don’t. I remember when Papa taught me about it. There are stuff I do remember from our royal lessons!”

The blonde lifted an eyebrow and smirked, letting her some space as she looked around figuring out where to start with. After all, they received similar trainings when they were princesses. And Anna’s instinct often was right, so she allowed her some advance. She however put her elbow on the desk, her hand directed to Anna’s. 

“What are you doing?” Mumbled the redhead, seeing her at the corner of her eye as she fumbled with the candle she had just lit up to melt the wax. 

Elsa sighed in her other hand that she was leaning on, her cheek stretching with her smile. 

“Getting ready to spray ice just in case you burn yourself.”

“Pff.” Snorted Anna. “Like I need it.”

“You’re holding it too high, it’s too close to the flame. It’s gonna melt too fast and drop on your paper.”

Anna was too busy giving her elder a head shake and a stare to mock her, that she didn’t realize she was telling the truth and that a drop of wax fell on the letter. 

“Anna.”

“Oh, Anna!” Exclaimed Olaf. 

The Queen turned her head and saw the pearl of wax on the paper. A new one was about to fall, and she got the equally remarkably fast and stupid reflex to catch it with her hand underneath to prevent it from falling too. 

It obviously burned her skin. 

“OW, F-FORK!!” Yelled Anna, surprising everyone in her scream despite the predictable error. 

She shook her hand vividly, and Elsa sighed as she aimed at her palm. 

“Stop moving.”

The Queen kept muttering curses under her breath as she clenched her eyes shut at the pain, and Elsa had to grab her hand. “Stop moving, Anna.” She said in an annoyed tone. 

The younger consented to un-flex her fingers and open her palm for her, and Elsa held her still to spray ice on her red skin. Anna bit her lip at the sensation, and put her face down. 

“…Thank you.” She murmured.

Elsa wanted to reply ‘I told you’, but didn’t. It had taken a long time for herself to know how to properly wax letters years ago, and she thanked her magic for existing in her veins and allowing her to never get burned, because she was as clumsy as Anna at first. 

“It’s okay. Here, hold my hand.”

She infused as much cold as she could in her skin, and Anna grabbed her hand like a pouch of ice. The redhead let out a relieved and grateful sigh. 

Olaf giggled at the scene. “Is it really that hot?”

He looked at the wax stick that Anna had dropped. “Too bad, just one centimeter to the right and it was in the good spot. Here, I’ll fix it for ya.” 

Anna lifted her head swiftly and Elsa gasped. 

“NO, OLAF!” They exclaimed in the same voice. 

He touched the wax and moved it a bit, sliding easily on paper in melted state. “What?”

He then lifted his stick of an arm and noticed that the letter now was stuck to his wood. “Oh.”

Elsa buried her forehead in her hand as he chuckled nervously. “Oops.”

“What did I do to deserve both of you…” Muttered the blonde. 

Anna smiled and moved her hand around. “I’m your sister and he’s your son. I guess that idiot genes run in the family.”

Elsa sighed as she helped Olaf out before he got the idea to shake his arm to get rid of the letter and put wax everywhere. “Olaf’s clumsiness, I can excuse. But you’re in charge of a whole queendom, Anna. This is not a good start.”

“Oh, come on. This is just waxing letters. We’ll be fine.”

The blonde looked up to the clock against the wall. “This is going to be a long day.”

[atzgiggle]

Movie Night pt. II

A/N Here’s a part two, since you guys liked the first one! Most people requested a Jungkook fic! Have fun reading and please let me know if you like it💕

Ler!Reader / Lee!Jungkook

Ship: You x Jungkook

Word count: ????

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It was about a week after you lost the game Taehyung had suggested during the movie night. You heard Jungkook had hurt his ankle (again..) and fell a bit sick the dag after that. So, you decided to visit the boys’ dorms, to check up on your friend and keep him company.

You turned the key in the door and opened it. Inside, you saw no-one, but you did hear sounds coming from Jungkook’s bedroom. It seemed to be the tv, meaning he must still be awake. You put your stuff down and moved over to the bedroom, knocking on the door before opening it to let yourself in.

There was Jungkook, cuddled up in blankets, pillows and plushies. “Oh, hey Y/N. I didn’t know you’d be coming.”

“Hi Kookie. Surprise I guess, I came to check up on you. How are you feeling?” you asked, sitting down on the bed next to Jungkook. “I’m feeling better than last week. I can walk around without crutches now, though I’m not allowed to.. I still feel a bit sick though. But mostly bored. I wanna start practicing again.”

“Hm, I understand. Use your crutches well okay? I’ll take care of you today,” you said with a sweet smile. Jungkook smiled gratefully, and you stood up to walk to the kitchen.

You prepared a bowl of hot noodles, some milk, pain killers and multi-vitamins. Back in the bedroom, you put the tray down next to Jungkook on the bed as he sat up, eyeing the noodles hungrily. “I just realized I forgot to eat today..” he said, quickly taking the bowl of noodle soup in his hands. You giggled, “that’s not gonna get you better, Kookie.” You spoke with a teasing tone and tickled his chin.

After Jungkook had finished everything on the tray, you put it away and sat down next to the shivering boy. You wrapped your arms around the taller boy and warmed him up with cuddles.

“You’re really nice, Y/N. I’m lucky to have you as a friend,” Jungkook said. In return, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “I’m lucky to have you too, Kookie.”

“Let’s play that game again. The one Taehyung came up with.” The sudden suggestion caught you off-guard. “If you lose, I can tickle you. If you win, you can tickle me.”

A little light bulb lit up in your head.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we switch things around, hm? I’ll get to tickle you for two minutes and if you move, you lose,” you suggested. Jungkook’s eyes widened. Yes, he knew about your love for being tickled, but he never considered /you/ being the one tickling /him/. Although, he wouldn’t be Jungkook if he wasn’t open to try anything. And he was /very/ convinced he was gonna win. He wasn’t that ticklish, /right/?

Let’s just say, Jungkook was wrong. The moment you started scribbling over his toned tummy, he bursted with adorable giggles. He managed to keep his arms up and his legs down, though.

That was, until you got to his underarms. After the first poke, his arms shot down immediately. “Oh, Jungkookie. You lost. More ticklish than you thought, huh?”

The sudden ‘ler’ mood of you shocked Jungkook. What also shocked him, was how much he loved it. He just wanted you to pin him down and destroy him with tickles already, though he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. You, on the other hand, thought little inexperienced lee Jungkook was adorable. You couldn’t wait to get your hands all over his sensitive body, teasing him physically and verbally endlessly.

“Alright, Jungkookie. You know the rules,” you said, moving to sit on his legs. “You know what, it’s fine. I can do this! I can handle it. Just a bit of tickling, pff. How could that— NOHOHO WAIT—“ The poor boy immediately bursted with laughter when you drilled your thumbs in his hips. You squeezed into the flesh, making small circles with your thumbs as Jungkook squirmed around, trying to get away from your evil hands. What surprised you, is that Jungkook didn’t try to push your hands away. It seemed almost as if he was trying to keep his hands /everywhere/ but his own hips. “I see baby’s enjoying this huh? You love being /tickled/ until you’re crying and screaming with laughter?” Jungkook didn’t respond, he just blushed.

That answered your question.

You changed from drilling into his hips to scratched and scribbling all over his tummy and sides. His sides turned out to be /particularly/ ticklish*, judged by the happy giggles pouring from his lips and his constant squirming and jerking body. “Such a ticklish little lee. I bet you didn’t even know how ticklish you are, huh? I could just— poke! your side like that,” and so you did, “and you’ll be melting into an adorable giggly little pubble.”

“Aahhhahah no~! N-nohohot adorable ahand ticklish at ahahall!” Jungkook said inbetween laughter. His cheeks were burning red. “Oh? Not ticklish at all? So you wouldn’t mind if I tickled your underarms, huh?”

“W-wait.. nohohoho!” Jungkook cackled as soon as your fingers dug into his armpits. His thrashing around kind of got in the way of your tickles, so, you grabbed his big upperarm and pushed it down on the bed, next to his head. You felt his muscles flexing under your palm as you used your other hand to scratch his now exposed underarm.

Jungkook thought he was going insane. He could think of nothing but the amazing torture you were giving him. His tummy hurt from all the laughing, but he felt amazing. After a while, you stopped the torture on his upper body. But you certainly weren’t done.

“Hey, Jungkook. How ticklish are your thighs?” The question startled him. “I-i don’t know, never been t-tickled there..” he mumbled, almost panting from the previous tickles.

“Hm.. we’ll see. What abour your feet?” you asked with a smirk. You /knew/ his feet were ticklish. You knew how he would immediately kick if his feet were touched, you knew from the multiple foot massages you /tried/ to give him and the many times he didn’t want to get up in the morning until you scribbled your nails over his cute soles. “N-not ticklish.. no reaction at all..” Jungkook said.

“Oh, Jungkookie. We both know that’s a lie,” you said, turning around to sit right above his ankles, careful not to hurt him because of his injury. “N-no, there’s really no use in trying, Y/N,” Jungkook tried. But it was too late. You had already pushed his toes back and started scribbling and scratching /all over/ the skin.

Jungkook seriously tried to hold back his laughter, but without success. The foot tickles were too much for him, he felt so sensitive and vulnerable but happy and comfortable at the same time. “OHOHOH NOHOHO Y/N, TOO MUHUHUCH!”

“Too much? Little Jungkookie can’t take it anymore? But I’m not even done yet, baby.” You changed from scratching his soles to playing with his toes. It looked adorable, Jungkook’s feet and toes were so small and cute and you loved tickling them. “Tickle tickle tickle~!” you teased, only making the situation worse for Jungkook.

After some more minutes of the torture, you decided Jungkook had had enough. You sat down next to him, rubbing his skin to get rid of the ticklish sensations. “How was that, Jungkookie? Did you enjoy it?” The boy couldn’t stop giggling immediately, and even after that, there was a smile on his face. “It was.. different. I mean, I’ve never been tickled like /that/ before, but I did enjoy it..”

“I’m glad to hear that, baby.” Jungkook blushed. “You really got me into a ler mood there. I guess we’ll have to do that more, huh?” you said with a smirk. It was true; Jungkook was just the cutest lee ever. He nodded, still with a blush on his cheeks. The playful tickles made him the happiest boy ever, and he couldn’t wait to experience more of these happy and lighthearted moments with you.

[iminyourhandskara]

A Second Schott At Love - Chapter 1.

“Worst weekend ever. Drink at 6?” That’s all Winn had written in his text to Mon-El; the latter only got to read it about an hour later, since he was too busy cuddling his new girlfriend, Kara. Contrarily to what his friend said, this had been Mon-El’s best weekend ever. Valentine’s Day had surely become his favorite festivity: “Sure.” he replied anyway.

Perfectly on time, Winn arrived to the Alien Bar with a frown, “I’m assuming that the first round is on me.” The mixologist said, “Wanna talk about it?” “Drink first, story later.” “Yes sir.” “Remember when I told you that I had a date? On Valentine’s day?” “Yes.” “Well, it didn’t go well. It was so awkward, she was..” Mon-El raised an eyebrow, “How?” “Kinda rude to the waiter? Aggressive? I mean, she was hot. A really hot Valeronian. But definitely not the type I should go after..” “I’m sorry to hear that, buddy.” “Yeah, me too. I wish I didn’t feel this strong connection to any pretty person I see, you know? James always says that to me, he says I fall too fast and I should take things slow. Maybe it’s time I follow that advice.” “Winn, there’s plenty of dolphins in the sea.” “You mean fish?” “Wait, dolphins aren’t fish?” “One, the saying goes ‘There’s plenty of fish in the sea’ and two, no, dolphins aren’t fish. They’re mammals.” “Are you kidding me?”

“Hey, this should be the part where you console me, it’s not biology class.” “Right..Anyway, you are a truly amazing person, you’ll find love when you least expect it. Trust me.” “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever told me. If in a year, we’re not dating anyone, we’re getting married.” Mon-El laughed, “Yeah, actually about that…” “Mon-El!” Rhonda called him in the kitchen, “Sorry! I have to go now! I’ll talk to you later.” “Pff, go ahead, live your happy life, while I drink my pain away.” “Lighten up, bro. I know I’m right.” Mon-El patted Winn’s shoulder before leaving.

“Owwh, poor Winn.” Kara played with Mon-El’s hair as he used her as a pillow, telling their friend’s story, “He deserves the best of the best.” “I wish we could help him somehow.” “Yeah, me too.” “Did you..did you tell him about us?” “I was about to, but I got interrupted.” “Oh.. I didn’t talk to Alex yet, but I’m pretty sure she knows..” “Why is that?” He asked with an amused smile.“ Sister code, I can’t say anything.” Kara grinned. “Alright, okay..” He trailed off as he started to kiss her again.

“Crap! It’s 8 AM already? I have to get ready for work!” Kara immediately stood up and rushed to the kitchen, Mon-El didn’t even have the time to realize what was happening, he was happily spooning her and the next second she was super speeding all over the room. “Right. Mondays. Mondays suck.” He mumbled. “I’ll see you later babe, bye!” “Goodbye!” Mon-El answered, still tangled in Kara’s sheets, “She called me 'babe’…” no one could take away that dopey grin from his face.

Kara arrived at CatCo on time, suddenly she heard loud thumping steps and turned around to see a pretty pissed off Eve Tessmacher: it was so unlike her to not have a happy face in the morning. She looked at the files she was carrying and walked into Kara once again; “Oh my goodness, Kara, I’m so sorry!” “Don’t worry, Eve.. take these. Are you okay?” “No, I’m not, but don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Have a nice day!” “Wait, wait! Is this..about Mike?” Kara felt discomfort asking that, but she wanted to help her. “No, no, but you know..It was Valentine’s Day and I kinda had a date, but he turned out to be..a literal douchebag. It’s not a big deal, all the girls go through this at least once. And you, how’s it going with Mike?” She could see in her kind eyes the genuineness of her question, with no hidden jealousy. 

“We’re good, we’re not public yet but… we’re good. And I’m so sorry to hear about that date, and you’re right, a lot of people go through this, it’s inevitable, but you’re such a beautiful and sweet girl, I know you’ll find the love you deserve.” Kara caressed Eve’s arm and tried to comfort her friend as much as she could.

James called everyone in the office for the first meeting of the day, Kara was kind of paying attention until a brilliant idea came to her mind and she damned herself for not thinking about it earlier, “Of course!” She accidentally said out loud. “Erm, Kara, I really appreciate your enthusiasm..” James said, knowing for sure that Kara’s exclamation wasn’t about the ecologists her colleague was going to interview for the magazine.

 “Mon-El. Mon-El. Mon-El. Mon-El. You have to hear what happened today at work.” “What. What. What. What. What happened?” He put two plates on the tables and sat down to eat lunch with Kara. “Okay, so this morning I arrived at CatCo and Eve arrived all grumpy and sad like I had never seen her.” “I’m-” “No, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry. So I ask her what’s wrong and she said she had a date for Valentine’s day but he was a douchebag.” “I googled this term. Douche means shower in French. Why is ‘Bag of shower’ an insult?” “I…I don’t know, but that’s not the point!” “I feel so sorry for Eve: she’s such a great girl, she deserves to find love..I just wasn’t the right boy.” “Exactly.” He paused. “But we can fix this.” “We can?” “Yep. Who else had a terrible date experience over the weekend, is a wonderful friend and the cutest nerd you’ll ever meet?” “OH MY GOD!” “I KNOW!..Wait, we’re talking about the same person, right?” “Winn!” “Yes! They’ve been in front of our eyes this whole time and we never thought about this perfect match, we’ve been so stupid!”

“We need to set them up.” “Instantly.” Kara and Mon-El spent the rest of their lunch planning this date out but they ignored one little detail. “Wait, Kara.” “Yeah?” “Will they even accept to go to this blind date? I know they trust us enough, but perhaps they want some alone time after their disappointments.” “Oh… Personally, I think they will. Should we call them or should we ask them in person?” “I don’t know, but I’m a really impatient man.” “And I’m a really impatient woman.” They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. “Okay, let’s call them.”

Kara called Eve first, she put the speaker on so Mon-El could listen: “Hello?” “Hi Eve! It’s me, Kara. Am I interrupting you or something?” “No, no, I was just bingewatching a show on Netflix. Is everything alright?” “Yes! Everything is perfect, I just wanted to ask you something.” “Of course, tell me.” “So, I saw you were really upset this morning and I wanted-” “WE WANTED!” Mon-El corrected with a loud shout, so the other girl could hear. “Yes, me and Mike wanted to make sure you felt better: what do you think about coming to a blind date with this friend of ours?” “Wow, guys, that’s- that’s very sweet of you! I don’t know what to say..” “Just say yes!” Mike exclaimed as a matter of fact, Kara lightly slapped his arm. “We just think that you and this boy would be a really good match, and he’s had a rough Valentine’s day date too.” “When would this date be?” “Any time you like.” “Uhm…okay! Okay, I’m in: it can’t be any worse than the last one, or the one before, right? Sorry Mike, no offense!” “None taken, Eve.” He chuckled and Kara had to stifle her giggle. “Okay, great, I’ll tell you the details soon, goodbye Eve!” “Have a nice day!” “Goodbye Kara, goodbye Mike!”

Kara had to calm herself to not squeal, “One down, now let’s call the other one.” “Hey Winn!” The couple greeted at the same time. “Hey guys, what’s up? I was about to watch Stranger Things..” “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick. Do you wanna go on a blind date with our friend?” “What?!” “We’ve already talked to her and she has agreed to do it.” “Isn’t a bit too soon? I don’t wanna jump on another train to disappointment station.” “One of the reasons we decided to set up this date, is because she’s had bad experiences with dates as well: the last being over the weekend, just like you.” Mon-El tried to convince him to give it a shot. “Plus, she’s a really lovely girl, both inside and out and she went to Yale! I know you would have a lot to geek out on..” “That’s impressive. What’s- what’s her name?” “Eve. Eve Tessmacher.” “You mean James’ assistant?” “Yes, why, you don’t like her?” “No, it’s not that. I’ve been at CatCo a lot of times, yet, I never really got to see her.” “Well, this is the perfect time. What do you say?” “..Okay: but if this doesn’t go well, you two are never allowed to interfere with my love life ever again, got it?” “Yes! Yes. When do you want to meet her?” “Let’s do Friday..but I don’t know where.” “Leave that to me, I’ll let you know on text.” “Okay. Can I go back to Netflix now?” “Of course, enjoy the show!” “Bye!”

“High five!” Mon-El raised his hand, “I’m gonna make a reservation at ‘Il Palazzo’ really quickly.” “Good evening, is it possible to get two tables for two for Friday night? Yes, it’s “Danvers”. Okay. Okay. Thank you very much! Goodbye.” “Kara? Why did you book two tables?” “Because we’re going too. I need to see them with my own eyes.” “So… we’re spying on them?” “It’s not spying, it’s.. observing.” “Oh Rao.”

[angel-scythe]

Gavin900′s week - Day 4 : Shelter (Pets)

Hi!

I liked this one (but I’m an animal lover) even if I’m not sure how that turns out?

Summary!! Connor loves so much dogs and with Hank and Nines, they often passed by a shelter. So, Hank wants to buy a puppy to Connor. While they’re out, Nines discovers something in the shelter. And a strange cat.

No babbling for this one! I offer you my door ( > |   °| < ) or let you keep reading!

Every night, after work, Hank came back with his two sons. They passed in front of a shelter and it was Connor’s favorite moment because it was the better occasion to ask a lot of things about Sumo. The first time they passed here, because of a traffic deviation, Hank had told to the Androids he took Sumo there and since that day, Connor wanted they came back home through those streets.

Each time they passed by the shelter, he wanted to go on there. He loved Sumo but he liked dogs and he wanted to hug and pet them. And for Hank, it was certainly the worst idea ever. Connor would adopt them all. But when he saw his face pressed against the window, every night?

As he was closing his computer, he looked toward Connor, so excited at the idea they’ll pass by the shelter. Especially because he always took care to slow down so the boy could see the dogs.

“Nines?”

Connor was dressing up to leave the precinct. Nines was cleaning up the desk he shared with Gavin, his partner there, but the man had left one hour earlier, as always. Though the Android perfectly knew he’ll come back later to work. Sometimes, he even found him sleeping in the chair of the meeting room.

“Yes, Ha… Daddy.”

Hank ruffled his hair. “Don’t force too much, son.”

“You like when I call you Daddy.”

“Yeah, but don’t force. Anyway, quick. Do you think I can take a puppy for Connor at the shelter?”

“It’ll be happy of that. But you think you can handle two animals?”

“Sumo is getting older, you know. I want to keep that buddy forever but it’s not possible. If Connor had his own dog, that probably be easier for him when the moment will come.”

“And for you?” Nines pointed out. He looked toward his brother coming.

“Yes,” the old man replied.

The RK900 bit his lower lips because he knew Hank was getting older too. And there won’t be another dad to ease the pain.

“Okay. Good idea.”

“What?” Connor asked with a smile.

Nines passed his hand in his hair while arranging his.

“A surprise. Come in the car.”

“Okay.”

Connor said bye to the cops still there and then they left the precinct to go in the old car. The two Androids came in the back seat, as always. Nines let the window where you can see the shelter the best to his brother. But to be honest? Every night, when they arrived by the shelter, he looked as much as him. And he was as glad as his brother when their father drove slower. He loved him. And even if that was weird, he tried to call him dad as often as he could.

When the car was threw on the road, the brothers started to chat with Hank. Well, that was especially Connor who talked and when they arrived near the shelter, Connor got excited. Though the weather wasn’t good so for the puppies and dogs outside.

“Look at them! They’re so cute!!” He looked toward Nines. “It’s the same that yesterday?”

“Look at them,” Nines smiled. “And yes, that’s the same. Why you don’t have that stock in your mind?”

“He’s babbling too much,” Hank laughed, rising a bit the music.

It was Knights of the Black Death.

“Thank you, dad.” It wasn’t because of the sentence but because the man slowed the car. And even more.

Connor frowned. The car stopped?

“There is something wrong?” he asked.

“No. You want to see some puppies?”

“Oh… Oh, yes! Yes, please, yes!” Connor unfastened his security belt and opened the door to come out, excited.

Nines and Hank laughed. The man turned toward his other son before he could got out.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“You can choose an animal too, okay? If you wanna.”

“I don’t see any use for…”

“If you wanna, Nines. Go have fun, okay? I’ll check for Connor.” Hank opened the door. “You can stay there if you prefer. Nobody force you to anything.”

Nines looked toward the shelter.

“I’m just sayin’ I saw you look over there often. So if ya want something… Don’t hesitate.”

Nines couldn’t explain himself but he nodded and got out of the car. He waited for Hank to lock it then followed him in the shelter. The man came to see if they can visit for Connor and after few minutes, they were leaded somewhere else by a volunteer.

So, the lady turned toward Nines with a smile.

“Can I help you?”

“No, I’m waiting. Thank you.”

“Okay,” she said.

And then she started to work again. Nines stayed in the hall and looked around, without a word, without a move.

“DEBORAH!!!”

Nines jumped, slightly, and the lady with a significant way. She huffed and then turned toward the man coming to her. You could hear an angry meow.

“Is that true what they said? You’ll kill Snowball!”

“Gavin, please…”

“Not, please!! Is that true?!”

“Hm… Yes, but you know, we have a lack of place and nobody wants her. She’s aggressive and… too old.” The lady, Deborah, looked annoyed and tried to calm down Gavin but it was impossible.

“Too old?! She’s one!”

“She’s too aggressive. She attacks the other cats.”

“They piss her off!”

Nines moved slightly and bent a bit. From there, he could see Gavin Reed, a white fluffy cat with a black ribbon.

“She’s the victim! They stole her game.”

“The games are for…”

“I bought her this toy because they never let her play with them. And she’s not a playful kitty, and what? She’s a kind heart when you know her!”

“Gavin, listen. We can’t keep her.”

“You can’t kill her!”

“Adopt her?” Deborah offered.

“I can’t! You know it! I begged my landlord, I can’t have animals!”

The lady sighed softly. “I said to you it’s bad to attach yourself to the animals there. They’re adopted or…” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Listen… think of it as she was taken by someone.”

“I’ll know she’s dead!!”

“Keep calm!”

The cat groaned and her fur became even bigger.

“Excuse-me?”

Gavin turned his head and froze, caressing the cat. He looked away as the lady smiled to Nines.

“Yes?”

“Can I?” The Rk800 extended his hand to the cat but didn’t touch her.

She started to sniff him.

“Be careful she’s….”

“An adorable cat, I overhear.” Nines passed his hand on the soft fur.

She looked him, pressed against Gavin’s chest.

“I didn’t know you worked there.”

The man looked him too. They talked once in a while. After all, they worked all the time together so, sometimes, you slipped, you chatted here and there. They liked to talk but only at the precinct. Why they should talk where they were somewhere else than work? Why he should talk about that.

“I’m volunteer.”

“Okay.” He caressed Snowball. “Can I hold her?”

Deborah looked Gavin. It was a bad thing, really bad thing. But the volunteer walked toward the door and the lady forced herself to open the door, looking him as he was showing the kitty to Nines. This one showed again his hand to her before caressing the fluffy ball of purr. Or meow… Or… groan?

“You’re ready to hold her?”

“Yes.” The Android take the cat softly.

She looked him, her gold eyes frowned.

“She’s really soft.”

“Yes. And fluffy. I brush her two times by day to help her to keep nice fur.”

“You’re coming two times there?”

“It’s there I’m taking my lunch break…” Gavin said.

Nines looked him. “You said the others cats were mean with her?”

“Yeah. She lived in the street when we found her so she know how to defend herself so when the other cat piss her off, she’s stronger than them and they meow so everybody think she’s mean but…”

“I get it. She’s looking sweet.”

“But your brother will take a puppy, isn’t it? Since she’s aggressive, it’s maybe not a good thing,” Deborah said. “We don’t want you to bring the cat or the dog back.”

“Connor will take a puppy?”

“Yes. Hank wants him to have his own dog.”

“And Sumo?” Gavin frowned.

“He’s fine,” Nines replied. “Do you think he won’t get along with a puppy?”

The man shook his head. “Sumo will get along with anyone.”

“With Snowball too?”

Gavin caressed the big fluffy head. “Yeah, of course.” He looked up to Nines. “Ya wanna take her?”

“I really want to. Is it okay for you?”

“Yay… I’ll get you her stuff.”

Nines looked Gavin as he leaved the room. Deborah seemed confuse but she didn’t say a thing anyway… They were happy to let the cats, and dogs, leave. Especially when they were about to kill them. But even if Reed said she was a fluffy girl, she didn’t think that at all…

 Hank and Connor came back before Gavin. They had a Bernese Moutain Dog with them. When she was the puppy, in Connor’s arms, Snowball hissed and bristly her fur. Deborah swore. Here they were.

“Phck!”

Gavin came quickly to him, letting fall the stuff and he caressed the cat, whispering soft words. He even didn’t saw Hank who stared him, frowning.

“She’ll need a bit of time to adapt,” Gavin said. “I bring you a transport box. If I put her in, that should be okay.”

“Okay, thank you. What do you bring for her?”

“Just her brush, I bought it for her. And her toy, it’s a tiny leopard fabric puppet. And I’ve an old t-shirt of mine for her. If you need others, just ask.”

“She was really spoiled,” Nines said with a soft tone.

“Maybe?”

Deborah though yes.

“She needed love,” Gavin justified.

“I’ll try to love her as much as you did. But that seems to be hard.”

Reed looked him and nodded a bit.

“You want that cat, Nines?”

“Yes, daddy. Is it okay for you?” he asked, looking toward Hank.

“That’s very okay.” The Lieutenant came to the counter. “Can we have the documents for the adoption?” He took his card in his old wallet.

As Connor was looking while Hank completed the papers, Gavin rubbed his nape. He looked the cat who was a bit confuse, her tail still puffy.

“Thank you to save her. You could have taken anything else. I’m sure you wanted a kitten…”

Nines looked him. “To be honest? I didn’t plan at all to adopt any animal. But… I saw you each time we passed by. That’s nice to you to be Volunteer here.”

“Pff, that’s nothin’. Just making me useful,” he said, caressing Snowball.

“You’re an animal lover?”

“Yay.” Gavin rubbed his nose. “Thank you, really… Without you, she’ll be…” He shook his head. “You’ll be happy with Snowball. I’m sure you’ll be great friend with her.”

“I’m sure too.”

Nines looked toward Connor.

“Can I sign myself?” he was asking.

Hank gave him the pen so the boy could sign.

“Can I also pay?” he asked with puppy eyes, his puppy in his arms.

“Of course.”

Nines smiled a bit when his dad caressed his brother hair then he looked toward Gavin, still caressing the cat and saying to her he’ll miss her.

“Gavin?”

“Yay?”

“You can come see her anytime, you know? She’ll be glad to see you, I’m sure.”

“I can?” Gavin muttered, surprised.

“Yes, of course. It’ll be a pleasure.”

Gavin  smiled. “Thanks, Nines. Thank you so much…”

“You want to sign the paper?” He offered.

Hank looked the Detective and nodded when their regards meet.

“Yeah… Thank you.” Gavin hesitated but then, hugged him. “Thank you so much,” he muttered, the cat purring softly between them.

Ah! Snowball’s toy is in fact my previous cat’s toy. Just wanted to put it in there (especially because I adopted my dear Anata in a shelter... He wasn’t as spoiled as Snowball but since I miss him so much, I wanted to put a little of him in there. I can’t remember if my Minouche had a toy or something. Ah! My Minouche was a black cat and Snowball nearly ended up to be black (for the joke). In fact, Snowball was inspired by my current cat, Loki, who enjoy too much to destroy my wrist(especially when he doesn’t want to move his fat red ass!) But I love him so much <3 Also, I thought that went good for a cat Gavin will love so much?)

I was happy to write this story because to be honest, I rescued all my cat. (Minouche was throw outside; Cacahuete was beat up by her last Master; San ran away from his family; Anata was in a shelter; Loki was found in a box and savec by my best friend’s cousin before ending up at mine and finally our sweet Nataku was saved from the dead because my mom’s boss didn’t want kitten.) For me, it’s important to adopt animals who needs help. It looks awesome to have kitten and sometimes you’ve the chance to have kitten and rescuing but save an animal is really important to me. (We also saved my cockatiel Willow who was abandonned near a trash so... really fond on that!)

Let’s love our animals <3 

Aw, sorry for the babbling!!!

[jaybirdxarsenal]

Open Window (Jason Todd x Reader)

 Description: [Y/N] finds the one and only Red Hood lying on her floor in her bedroom, wounded. 

Words: 1101.

Today was probably the best day you had so far this month. You got promoted at work, you finally had some time do to some volunteering at the local shelter for homeless people and you found 5 dollars on the ground. It was pretty late when you got home and all you wanted to do is to take a shower then go to bed. This day may be the best, but it sucked every energy you had in you.

Before you got into the shower, a gunshot caught your attention, your heart began beating faster and faster, but it was just a normal night in Gotham. Almost every night you hear gunshots when you stay up all night, reading a book or watching something. You got used to it. You opened the window but there was nothing in your area, no people, no blood, nothing. If there is a bad guy out there, there are a few vigilantes that will do the job.

This was probably the longest shower you ever took and when you were done you felt like a newborn. Ready to have some good sleep so you can start a new day tomorrow. But not before you watch at least one episode from the TV show you just started. When you got back into your room, you had the biggest shock in your life.

''What the...?'' There was a man lying on your floor, with his hand on his abdomen, probably trying to stop a bleeding. But not just any man, the one and only, Red Hood.

You panicked for a second, but he was wounded, and when you saw the window opened, you realized that that’s how he got in. It was probably his only escape from the person who did this to him. Everyone knew about Red Hood and his ways of handling things, you were one of the people who totally agreed with it. He needed help and you were probably, his last chance.

Medicine? Not your thing, but he really needed help. His helmet was broken, you could see half of his face that was full of blood, and he was breathing really heavily. You tried to pick him up, but he was way to heavy and big. Your wrapped his other arm around your neck, and with his last powers he managed to get up from the floor. 

Once on the bed, his eyes closed. ‘’Great! Now he is unconscious.’’ You thought.

It took you a minute to find how to take of the helmet. He probably doesn’t want that, but he needed more air and you have to take a look at that wound on his head. He had back hair with some really nice features. You never thought under that helmet there is such a pretty face with very long eyelashes and those lips and -

‘‘Stop thinking about how good looking is he, just help him.’’

You took off his jacket, his shirt and his pants carefully so you could have a closer look at his wounds. He was shot two times. In his abdomen and his right leg. If someone would saw you then, they would probably think you are some kind of pervert.

You carefully placed all his guns on your kitchen table (he had quite the arsenal) and started to take care of him. You cleaned his wounds, took out two bullets from a human being’s body, a first for you. 

‘’Thank you Grey’s Anatomy for making me buy all those medical things I thought I will never use.’’

You spent the hole night taking care of him. Putting ice on the swollen places from his face, and changing the wet towel from his forehead because he had temperature. He had marks all over his body. "God, you must've been through a lot." You whispered to yourself.

When you wanted to wet the towel with cold water to put it back on his forehead, he began talking. He started to sweat and say things without sense, words you weren’t able to put together except for ‘’I know I disappointed you, Bruce.’’ He was having a nightmare.

You took his hand in yours and started to stroke his face slowly with your other hand. "Everything it's going to be okay." You whispered. "I won't leave you alone. I'm here."

He stopped, but he didn't wanted to let your hand go, so you stayed by his side the entire night, watching him like a little baby, scared to sleep only because he could die. You didn’t wanted him to die. 

"Where am I?" His voice didn’t woke you up, the fact that he wanted to let go of your hand did.

"I'm awake!" You screamed. "You woke up." You whispered when your eyes met his. He had the most beautiful gorgeous blue eyes you ever saw in your entire life.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked confused.

‘‘Pff, thanks for saving my life. No problem, Red, it was my pleasure.’‘ You said sarcastic. ‘‘I’m [Y/N]. Your things are in the kitchen, I didn’t touched them. I mean I did, they are pretty cool, but...you know what I mean.’‘ 

‘‘I made them myself.’‘ He said with a serious face. 

"Nice. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" You asked him. "I should probably leave." He tried to get up but he couldn't because of the pain. "Shit!"

"Just stay here, okay? I don't want your wounds bleed again. I'll get you something to eat." 

"Are you a doctor or something?" He asked while eating. "No." You answered. "You removed two bullets from my body, and it was done pretty well, it doesn't hurt as much as it hurts when I do it." He said.

‘‘Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey taught me all I know.’‘ You winked.

‘‘Impressive. If I would’ve known that a girl who learned from a TV show how to remove a bullet would end up taking care of me, I would definitely not come here.’‘  You put your hand on your heart, pretending to be hurt by his words.

‘‘Thank you.’‘ He said after a few minutes of silence.

You and Jason spent two days together and you really enjoyed taking care of him. He was a really nice company and you thanked God that you left your window opened that night (you never admitted that) because he was a good man and this world without him wouldn't be as great as it is.

"You know if you ever need someone to talk or to take care of you, I'm always here. Don't hesitate to come here." You told him when he was about to leave.

"I won't. I promise." He smirked.

And he did kept his promise.

[myaekingheart]

11. Love Drunk

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The sun slowly set behind the buildings in Konoha, bathing everything in a warm glow. Kakashi strolled the streets, hands in his pockets and a tired look in his eyes. He just wanted to go home and spend the night in bed with a good book, but then again, these days when did he not? He felt as if he scarcely had the energy to do anything other than work and even then, his energy was quickly draining.

His heart ached as he passed Kaminoki, the “closed” sign hanging from the window. He peered inside anyways, at all the shelves and the scrolls on the walls and the bare counter, thinking of the days when he’d visit frequently. Now he barely stepped foot inside. The longer he peered, the more his mind began to wander until he envisioned daylight filtering through the room, customers wandering about, and a gangly ninja restocking shelves. Time had passed far quicker than he ever imagined it could. He still couldn’t shake the image of Rei, his childhood friend, now a strong and capable member of the ANBU. The look on her face when she laid in his lap, blood seeping out of her wounds. And if I have to die, at least I’ll die nobly. I’ll die proud. I’ll die a ninja.

He must have stood there daydreaming for far longer than he thought, for when he turned around the sky had turned completely dark and the streetlights overhead flickered. He didn’t want to think about her anymore. He didn’t want to see her, feel her, bother with her. It was far too painful. She was a very small detail of a part of his life that had long since died. There was no use robbing graves of their bones.

As he headed back to his apartment, his eyes landed upon a lowly lounge with a small sign propped up outside on an easel advertising a deal on sake. He paused a moment, staring at the minimalist entry, contemplating. He really wasn’t much of a drinker but at this point, he wasn’t sure he cared. He was tired and there was nothing else to do and alcohol would at least take the edge off. He kicked at the ground, sighed, and slowly walked inside.

The place wasn’t too packed, except for a couple groups of young shinobi and drifters seated at tables against the far wall. He didn’t pay much attention to them, sliding onto a barstool and ordering himself a drink. Smooth jazz played in the background. The bartender slid him his drink and stopped to watch him a moment. Perhaps he was wondering if the ninja would take his mask off for his sake. Kakashi swirled the liquid around, watching it slosh against the sides of its container, and rested his chin in his hands.

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this all alone, huh?” the bartender asked, slapping his bar towel over his shoulder and leaning forward.

Kakashi chuckled softly and shook his head. “Just decided to wander in for a minute” he replied.

“Well, take your time. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, but we close at 2” the bartender said.

“That’s alright” Kakashi said quietly. “I don’t plan on staying that long.” The bartender nodded and returned to cleaning the rest of the dirty glasses. The light directly above his head flickered, a fly whizzing around under the glass lampshade. Kakashi looked down at his reflection in the sake, staring at his eye and his headband and his hair and his mask. His mind wandered from one thing to the other with no real pattern or purpose.  What was he doing? Why did he even decide to step foot in a place like this? It was so unlike him. But then again, he was so unlike himself. It wasn’t until Rei came along, reunited after so many years, that he realized how unfamiliar he was to himself compared to who he once was. But maybe that was just life. Maybe it was human nature to grow cynical and detached as you got older. After all, wonder and light only last for so long before cruel reality snuffs them out. There was no such thing as happiness in adulthood.

Sighing, Kakashi reached up to pull down his mask and take a swig of his drink but was immediately interrupted by a shriek at the other end of the room. Startled, he spilled his drink into his lap with widened eyes.

“Who do you think you’re calling an idiot?!” a voice drunkenly shouted. A chill ran down Kakashi’s spine. He knew that voice. No, this could not be happening. Maybe if he just ignored it, it would go away.

“There’s only one idiot in this room” another voice, a man, slurred back in response.

“Yeah, and who would that be?” the first person replied, pinning her hands to her hips and eyeing the man.

“You!” the man shouted, bursting out into maniacal laughter. The first person huffed, shoulders dropping, before groaning and screeching a battle cry.

“You elitist—” she began, slamming him with a barrage of curse words and insults that dare not to be repeated. “You take everything back or else you’ll feel my—hic—wrath!”

“Your wrath?” the man laughed, sloshing his drink around in his hand. “Is that a threat?”

The young woman climbed across the table, sticking her face real close and staring at him with narrowed eyes. “That’s a promise” she snarled. The man stared at her for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter, banging his fist on the table.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he replied, cupping her cheek with his hand and pulling her close so that his breath, ripe with the stink of alcohol, was hot against her lips. “What’s the worst you can do to me? You’re, what? 150? 155?”

Clenching her jaw, the young woman growled and prepared to throw the first punch until— “Alright, you two, let’s just try to calm down” a voice interrupted. The young woman looked up to find the blurry figure of a man, tall with white hair and a mask covering most of his face. Kakashi really didn’t want to get involved, but he had no choice now. The woman blinked at him, her bangs covering one eye, before glaring.

“And what do you want?” she asked drunkenly, poking him in the chest. “What’s a guy like you doing stepping into a fight like this?”

Her date gripped her chin and forced him to look at her. “You know this guy?” he asked angrily.

Kakashi raised his hands in surrender. “Now, listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble.” He knew he shouldn’t have stepped in. The woman ignored his words.

“This guy! Oh yeah, I know all about this guy” she said, breaking free of the man’s grasp. She crawled back across the table and slumped down into her seat, taking another swig of her drink. “I’ve known this guy for years and he doesn’t even so much as send me a get well card! I was in the hospital for, like, three million days and he didn’t even do nothing! I thought him and I were friends! But nooooo, he has to go and start…ignoring me like he’s better than me!” she explained, stumbling over her words. Then, turning back to Kakashi, she added with a waving point of her finger, “Well, guess what? I’m just as good as you, Mr. Hatake! So good, in fact, that I got elected to AN—”

Kakashi leapt forward and cupped his hand over her mouth before she could finish. ANBU was a secretive organization, and he didn’t need her drunk ass running around announcing her membership to the whole world. A sudden, terrible thought then crossed his mind: how many drunken nights had she spent so far revealing her affiliation? He wondered if the village council knew what she was doing, if they feared this would happen from the start.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” the man asked, standing up. “Don’t you put your hands on her!” he shouted in accusation. The young woman struggled in his grip. Kakashi rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“And what are you to her?” he asked. The man blinked a few times. Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “Do you even know her name?” Again, the man remained silent. “Just as I suspected.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you to her! Why should I let you put your hands on her like that?” the man asked, getting up in Kakashi’s face. The young woman grunted and broke free of his grip.

“Hey, both of you! Shut up!” she shouted, plopping back down in her seat and crossing her arms. “Listen here, Kakashi, I don’t need you s-swoopin’ in and making a mess of my perfectly pff-pff-pleasant night, understand? I’m a big girl now! I can handle things myself!”

Kakashi sighed and stepped down from the fight. She was right. Why was he even interjecting himself into her business anyway? It was as if his body acted on its own accord. “You’re right. I’m sorry to have interrupted” he replied quietly. As he turned back to his place at the bar, however, he leaned over and murmured to the man, “By the way, she does in fact have a name and it’s Rei.” The man blinked a few times, as if the information was presented in an effort to insult his intelligence. Rei’s eyes widened, watching Kakashi depart. The copy ninja slid some money across the bar and slipped outside without another word. Rei fell back into her seat and huffed, her bangs flying upward.

“Who even was that guy? An ex-boyfriend?” the man asked. Rei rolled her eyes.

“It would take me all night to explain who Kakashi is” she slurred.

The moment he stepped outside, Kakashi stopped and questioned whether he really should’ve left her alone. But she was right, she was a big girl now. She could handle herself. She was an ANBU for Christ’s sake. She didn’t need him protecting her anymore. Not that he did a stellar job of that anyways. He looked up at the moon and the clouds overhead. He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the building. Something in his chest told him to go back inside, to rescue her anyways, but he refused. Was he really the kind of person that just abandoned his principles like that? He hoped not.

Again, however, Rei became unavoidable. Just as Kakashi was finally ready to walk home, there was the crash of breaking glass inside the bar and shrieks of panic and shock. Kakashi immediately entered danger mode, bursting back inside to find Rei swaying to and fro with a chair high above her head. The man she was with was on the ground, his nose bleeding.

“How dare you try to cop a feel, you pig!” she shouted, trying to swing the chair down to strike him. The other guests rushed to the other end of the bar, some even exiting.

“Hey, none of that! Not in my establishment!” the bartender shouted. “If you wanna fight, you take things outside!”

Of course she was starting a riot. Kakashi sighed, rubbed his temples, and swooped in to fight. In a matter of seconds, he had Rei captured. “You know, I’m actually pretty disappointed in you” he murmured as she struggled in his grip. “I thought you knew better than to start wars with other people.”

“Kakashi, get off me r-right now!” she shouted. The rest of the guests in the bar watched in awe as he tied her up with his own chakra and swung her over his shoulder squirming.

“Sorry about the chaos” he apologized to the bartender. “I’ll pay for the damages.”

“It’s quite alright” the bartender replied tiredly. “Just get her out of here.” Kakashi nodded, slipping through the exit.

Once outside, he dropped her down onto the ground and released her. A part of him expected her to run but she didn’t. She just glared up at him like a teenager caught smoking behind the bleachers. “Where do you get off trying to save me like that?”

“Just doing my good deed for the day is all” Kakashi replied with a smile. Rei rolled her eyes, forcing herself up off the ground.

“Listen, Hatake, I told you before a-and I’ll say it again: I don’t need you swooping in and s-saving me all the time” she complained.

Kakashi nodded, his hands on his hips. “Alrighty then, so I’m guessing you can find your way home yourself.” And with that, he began to walk away.

Rei watched him drunkenly, rolling her eyes as she started off in the opposite direction. She felt like the entire earth was rocking beneath her feet. Everything was blurry and slow.

This was insane. What was he doing? Kakashi did the math in his head, trying to figure out how enough time could’ve possibly passed for her to be drinking in the first place. He hated how awkward he felt around her now, a ghost from his past progressing through a life of her own. Again, something inside his chest tugged. He peered over his shoulder to look back at her, stumbling down the street. Was she really coherent enough to walk home on her own? He thought of the sketchy people that wandered the streets late at night, and what they would do to a girl in her state. He watched for a moment longer as she cupped her hand over her mouth, stumbled toward a bush, and vomited violently. And then her eyes grew heavy and she fell against the wall, sliding toward the ground. He was by her side in a flash, shaking his head before hoisting her up onto his back and carrying her home.

She rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Sweat beaded on her brow and upper lip and he prayed she wouldn’t throw up on him. And then she sighed, and began mumbling trying to get his attention, “Hey…’Kashi…?” she asked. He indicated that he was listening. “Guess what…?”

“What?”

“Someday…I’m gonna be a suuuupppeerrrrr strong ninjaaaaaa….and there’s nothing youuuuu can do about iiiiitttt” she muttered in sing-song, her one arm falling down across his chest. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think so?” he asked. She nodded. “Well, I’d hate to burst your bubble, but I think it’s important to let you know that you’re already a ninja, Rei.”

The kunoichi laughed tiredly, replying “Seeeeee??? I told youuuu…easy peeeeaassssyyy..” Despite the utter nonsense that she continued to ramble about, he couldn’t help but begin thinking. He had been absent from her life for so long, and she had changed so much. There were so many things he didn’t know about her now: how her training went, who her friends were, if her parents and grandmother were doing alright, if she ever had a first date, a first boyfriend, a first kiss. He didn’t even know where she lived, which proved perhaps the most imminent piece of necessary information. He turned to ask her but by then, she was completely passed out and he didn’t dare wake her up. She probably couldn’t even remember her address, anyway. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to do this, but it seemed he had no choice. He walked slowly toward the dormitories where ninja otherwise homeless lived, trudged up the stairs, and unlocked the door to his apartment.

Kakashi’s place was small, just a single room with a communal bathroom down the hall and a kitchen on the lower levels. It wasn’t perfect, but for a single man who was barely even home, it was good enough. He pried Rei off of his back and laid her down on the bed, dragging the trash can beside her in case she needed to vomit again. And then, like a child, he tucked her in and got himself situated on the floor.

He closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly, but to no avail. Every little sound, every creak of the floor and slam of a door, had him on edge. And all he could think about was how Rei was asleep in his bed. This was absolutely crazy. His head was spinning with all of these thoughts of when they were kids, of how close they were, of how he felt about her and then of their years of distance, of her heartbreak, and now her strength and accomplishment. He could hear her shallow breathing, her sighing, the creaking of the mattress as she rolled over. His heart raced.

No matter what he tried, he kept tossing and turning unable to get her out of his head. He sat up and squinted at the clock. 3:24am. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting over to Rei fast asleep. For a moment, he didn’t even recognize her. God, how had she grown up so fast? How had the time already passed so quickly? He had been absent for so much of it. He thought of what could’ve been—coming home to her waiting for him, showing her everything he had learned, telling her about all the missions he had gone on, training with her and competing with her to be the best that they could be. His stomach churned. She murmured something in her sleep and he crept closer to make sure she was alright. Her brows furrowed as if she was having a nightmare and he was almost tempted to try and comfort her back to peace. His hands grew unsteady being this close to her in the quiet and the darkness. Something strange and uncomfortable began to form in the pit of his chest, almost familiar feelings from a hazy childhood dream. He willed them away but was unsuccessful—they wouldn’t budge. He was stuck with them now. He laid back down and tried to comprehend it, figure out what exactly it was, but was unsuccessful. All he knew for certain was that she was here and it was his fault and he was terrified and unsure and that there was no way around it now: she was back in his life and unavoidable.

Did he even want her in his life again? He wasn’t sure. Did she even want him back in her life? Again, not sure. But somehow fate and the hokage and skill and talent had all shoved them back together. What did this mean for them? Were they supposed to try and rekindle what they once had? Kakashi didn’t think he could do it. He couldn’t stand to let anyone else close again. He couldn’t stand to lose anyone else. So then why the hell did he even do this? He couldn’t find a definitive answer. This was so unlike him, or was it just like him? The ponderings on his own identity crept back. It was as if his body had acted on its own accord, walking after her and scooping her up and bringing her back home. He couldn’t comprehend it. This was simultaneously the best and worst decision he could’ve possibly made.

Come morning, Rei groaned awake, her head pounding and her vision blurry. What even happened last night? She scanned the room, something feeling off. It took all of two seconds for it to hit her: she was in someone else’s apartment. Her mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario, looking for clues as to who might’ve kidnapped her and reaching down to make sure her underwear was still on. She knew she never should’ve gone out drinking in the first place. God, the hokage would be so pissed. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, rubbed her eyes, looked around. There was a chest in the corner, a desk against the other wall. A tall bookshelf loomed overhead. Behind her sat an alarm clock and a framed photograph.

Rei was the only person in the room, meaning she could just as easily sneak out without anyone trying to stop her. It was her only hope. She did not want to confront the situation. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up unbalanced, forced the window open, tried to slip outside. She would’ve managed it, too, had she not been hungover. Instead, her head was spinning and her stomach was upside down and it was so bright outside and holy shit, wait a second, was this her apartment building? And then, just as she had one foot out the window, the door creaked open. Her captor had returned. A wave of terror rushed over her as she grabbed a kunai from the nightstand and launched it at the door, hoping to maybe blind her kidnapper. Unfortunately, she still couldn’t see straight and her aim was off and this guy was skilled enough to catch the knife mid-air anyway.

“I thought we did our killing after breakfast” he commented, tossing the kunai onto his desk. He had a tray of food in one hand, approaching slowly. He eyed her up and down for a moment and then cocked a brow, adding, “A little ambitious for a hangover, aren’t we?” Rei suddenly realized she was still straddling the windowsill, and not only that but her pants were off in front of none other than Kakashi Hatake. She swung her leg back over the edge and took a seat on the bed, gathering the blanket around her waist to cover herself.

“Alright, Kakashi, cut the crap. What kind of sick joke is this? What’s going on, and where am I? And for the love of all that is holy, where the hell are my pants?” she asked. Kakashi set the tray down beside her and took a seat. He looked at her a moment before sucking in a deep breath and explaining everything that had happened the night before, or at least what he was aware of. The more he spoke, the more Rei felt as if she was going to implode upon herself. Now she really knew she never should’ve gone out drinking. All she wanted was to loosen up and relax after a long day but instead she just ended up with even more problems.

Once Kakashi had finished his explanation, Rei nodded slowly, unsure of what else to say. She eyed an orange on the tray, unsure if this food was for just Kakashi or if he intended to share. He pushed the tray closer to her in a silent answer. She nodded once and began peeling the orange slowly, really digging her fingers into it. It was the only thing she knew to do to suppress her current discomfort and anxiety. Kakashi tried not to stare at her for fear of making her even more uncomfortable than she clearly already was. This was such a mistake, but then again, wouldn’t it have been worse leaving her to fend for herself? Putting her at risk of waking up in the bed of an unkind stranger, if she even woke up at all? A shiver ran down his spine. Their hazy pasts loomed over their heads.

Before anything more could be thought or said, there was a knock at the door. Kakashi’s eyes widened. Shit. How could he have forgotten? Rei looked to him frantically but before she could say anything, he was urging her under the bed. She didn’t know what was going on but her heart was pounding and she was terrified of who may be stopping by this early in the morning. Kakashi looked at her apologetically before rising and answering the door.

“Kakashi! There you are. For a moment I thought maybe you were sleeping in” a deep voice answered. Was that…? No, it couldn’t be, could it?

“No, just getting ready to head out, actually” Kakashi replied.

“Well, good because if you haven’t forgotten, today is the day I beat you” the man replied. Rei scooted toward the edge of the bed for a better look. All she could see past the door, however, was a thumbs up from their mystery guest.

“Oh? Was that this morning?” Kakashi asked. The man nodded. “I completely forgot” the copy ninja feigned ignorance. “Guy, do you think we could do this another day?” Just as Rei suspected. She knew that voice and aggravating enthusiasm anywhere.

“What’s the matter, Kakashi? You afraid you won’t measure up to me?” Guy offered, flashing a grin.

“I suppose you could say that” Kakashi replied after a moment of silence. “Listen, today isn’t exactly the best day to do this. I kind of have to be somewhere.”

“Oh?” Guy asked. There was something suspicious going on here, he could just smell it. He peered into the room, eyes landing on the tray of food. Guy had never actually seen Kakashi eat, so that was questionable enough. But then his eyes wandered and landed on a pair of pants on the floor, far too small to possibly be Kakashi’s. A sly grin spread across Guy’s face. Kakashi followed his eyes slowly to the garment, a surge of panic coursing through him. “Say no more, my friend! I know exactly what’s going on here” Guy then said.

“W-what?” Kakashi stammered. “Wait a second, no, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me! I understand, a man has needs” Guy continued, slapping his hand to Kakashi’s shoulder proudly. “There’s no shame in indulging a little bit from time to time! I knew this day would come eventually, anyway. Those books of yours can only really do so much to satisfy a man’s needs.”

By now, Kakashi’s face was turning bright red underneath his mask. This was not the route he wanted things go down this morning but now his mind couldn’t stop. Vivid scenes from those Makeout Paradise books began flashing through his head, superimposed with Rei in the role of the female lead. The entire scene played out in his head, Rei falling to her knees, her breasts spilling out of her shirt, pleading with him, “I’m losing you and in doing so, I am lost!” By the time his mind reached the dirtiest of places, he knew this needed to end.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Guy! Let me know how that new team of yours works out! I’ll talk to you later, bye!” Kakashi rambled, shoving the man further into the hallway and slamming the door. The minute he was gone, Kakashi sunk onto the bed and rested his forehead in his hand with a sigh.

“Jeez, didn’t know you and Guy still kept in touch” Rei suddenly said, peeking her head out from under the bed. Kakashi startled, his face burning. He didn’t think he could look at her now. Not after those insane Makeout Paradise visions. She inched her way out from under the bed completely, sitting up with her back against the bed, and smoothed her hair down. “So, uh, what’s that important thing you need to go do today?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Important thing?” he asked, confused. Then, nodding, he replied, “Oh, I don’t actually have anything particularly important to do today. I only said that so Guy wouldn’t try to challenge me again.”

Rei nodded slowly, understanding. He and Guy always did have a bit of a rivalry, even if it was fabricated. She remembered when they were young, and Guy was so desperate to prove he was good enough. Apparently some things really never do change. After a few more awkward moments of silence, Rei glanced to the clock on the bookshelf. Almost 9am.

“Well, I guess I better start heading home. Wouldn’t want you to be stuck with my hungover ass all day” she commented, forcing herself up. Her balance was still off, however, and Kakashi rushed to her side to steady her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but she nodded, assuring him she’d be fine. “Can you make it back alright yourself?” he asked. He didn’t know how far away she lived, but he didn’t particularly want her stumbling down the streets and puking in trash cans all over the village.

“Kakashi, I promise, I’ll be fine” she insisted. “I’m a big girl now, I can handle things myself.” Kakashi’s mind flickered back to the night before, when she said that very same thing to him at the bar. He wondered how often she had to say that, or if she’s just had it rehearsed in the event of this very particular set of circumstances.

“At least let me walk you to the door” he urged as she slipped her pants back on. Though it was unnecessary, she couldn’t say no to him a third time. She stood back up and together they exited his apartment, but he paused a moment when he noticed her walking down the hall in the complete opposite direction of the stairs. Maybe she was too hungover still to fully understand the direction of things, but then she pulled out a key and unlocked a door down the hall. His jaw dropped, watching with wide, confused eyes as she bid him goodbye and slipped inside.

So she lived a few doors down, and was part of ANBU now. As Kakashi entered back into his own apartment, he pressed his forehead against the wall and sighed. It was official. He was done for. Now she was really unavoidable.

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH 11

WhoooOOOOooooo’s ready for some domestic monster bullshit?! So I head cannon that Penny is a secret plumbing expert from living in a sewer for centuries. Also finally introducing one of the main antagonists hope you guys like horror comedy because its about to get GOOFY AF. 

CHAPTER11

Party Prep

Pennywise had been insufferable all day. It seems like ever since he finally was able to get a date with Leech the clown was on cloud 9. Normally having him in a good mood would be a positive thing but when its mixed with an ego boost and pride he became a cocky asshole hell bent on showing everyone how fantastic he is. “What’s the matter Freddy? Jealous that I'm the one with a beautiful woman on my arm this time?” he taunted. They were both attempting to figure out the plumbing situation after Tiffany threw the rampage to end all rampages when Penny “forgot” to fix the problem overnight.

“You know I thought having you in a good mood for once would make things better.”

“You’re so jealous.” the clown sneered.

“I don't know why you're so smug, you know you're going to have to tell her you love her eventually now that you're dating and we all know that you cant handle feelings” Chucky said pretending to help so Tiff would get off his back. The girls were out shopping with Drac, leaving the rest of the boys to figure out the plumbing issue.

“I can put it off.”

“PFF famous last words Jingles this is a chick we’re talking about here” said Freddy

“Like you've ever been in this situation.”

“I’m not a commitment type of guy clown”

“Look Pennywise trust me, girls go crazy for that touchy feely stuff. You need to say something sooner or later or she's gonna end up stabbing you in the heart.” the doll said.

“Was that a metaphor or something that actually happened to you?” asked Freddy

“…..both”

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“Ok what to get a homicidal maniac with the mind of a child.” Leech and the rest of the gang were down town attempting to accomplish the simple task of shopping for someone other than themselves.

The three monsters were struggling, they needed to surprise their enormous roommate with the perfect gift but it was proving difficult to shop for him since Leatherface never spoke. They knew the giant liked sweets and already had plans to bake a bunch of them once the boys figured out the plumbing issue, but they wanted to get him something special that wasn't just another chainsaw.

“Perhaps a pocket watch?”

“Drac sweetie the 1600s ended a long time ago.” Tiffany rolled her eyes

“We could just pool out money and get him an iPad like most parents this day and age”

“We all agreed this is going to be special Leech, you cant half ass it this time.”

The vampires groaned. “Why is this so hard! Lets just get him a giant pumpkin for Halloween or something they had some at the grocery store earlier”

“Ah! I got it a new hat!”

“Between the out dated advice and your half baked ideas it'll be a wonder if we accomplish anything at all….” Tiff sighed

They stood on the sidewalk of the down town shopping area overwhelmed and exhausted with each other.

“Ok, lets just go store to store till we find something. If we fail completely we can just get him a new meat cleaver or something.” The younger vampire said

“An excellent plan! Let us begin in the vintage clothing store yes?”

“Drac, we are here to get a gift not a new blouse.” Tiff said.

“I do not wear blouses”

“You totally do” Leech sneered at him with a mischievous grin. She’d been hanging out with Kruger and the clown too much.

“Do not think your sass can work on me apprentice. Your beloved clown may let you get away with being unlady-like but I will not tolerate such behavior.” The elder vampire warned.

“Ok he’s not my beloved were just dating”

“You lie to your own heart my dear. Open yourself to love!”

“Dracula's romance novel in the works aside, where are you guys with that any way?”

“I mean…. I guess I might love him? I don't even know if he's actually capable of returning my feelings since it took me screaming at him to actually get him to go on a date with me. He did call me his mate though, so progress I guess?” Leech blushed and fidgeted with her wig.

“You must make his heart realize its true feelings! He knows not why it beats for you!” Dracula sang out.

“I bet we can get him to admit it! Come on hun I got an idea! Drac! come’re!” the doll whispered something into his ear.

“YES! this is an excellent plan we shall begin immediately!”

“Aren’t we supposed to be shopping for a gift?”

“Like you said well find something along the way!”

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Tiff pushed Leech into the nearest clothing store Dracula excitedly fowled behind.

“Guys I really don't need new clothes”

“NONSENSE! Your’s are in shambles my dear! Look at them! Your jeans are ripped and that tshirt is drab!” The elder vampire said grabbing garments off the racks.

“Excuse me but I happen to like ripped jeans and t-shirts thank you very much”

“TONIGHT IS NOT ABOUT COMFORT MY DEAR YOU MUST LOOK YOUR BEST TO WIN HIS COLD HART!” Dracula was getting carried away once again.

“Besides the club were going to would never let you in like that you need a wardrobe update…. and maybe some makeup to hide those dark circles.” said Tiffany

“Penny likes my dark circles”

Dracula sighed “We shall make a lady out of you yet my dear!”

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“Move Kruger, you're going to do it wrong” Pennywise grabbed Freddy’s face to shove him out of the way

“I worked in a school boiler room for years I know my way around pipes”

“Excuse me, I LIVE in a sewer I think I'm the most qualified here!”

Chucky rolled his eyes so hard he was worried they were going to fall out. The two had been arguing over pipes for a good half hour now. The living doll had been texting Tiffany out of boredom. (this is a rough translation as Chuck and Tiff communicate almost entirely in emojis)

“Babe save me, the clown and Kruger haven't made any progress. :’( “ he typed

“</3 aw poor baby were having a much better time.”

“>:( no fair what trouble are you getting into.”

“giving the baby vampire a make over for her big date tonight xoxo”

“omfg i should do that with the clown maybe it'll shut him up for a bit >:) ”

“YES! we have to get them together be home in a few hours <3”

“see you soon sugar tits <3<3<3”

“gross Chucky”

“ ;)”

Chucky put his phone away in his front overalls pocket to look up at the scene in front of him Freddy was shooting water into Pennywise’s face laughing as the clown roared and hissed at him. Tiffany had the easy job he thought to himself.

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“Alright how does it look, I cant see it so you'll have to help me out here”

“PFF you look like my grandma” Tiffany snorted

“Enough with your laughter girl doll, she looks like a true lady!”

“This thing itches and I can barely breathe.” Leech clawed at the fabric.

“BEAUTY IS NOT COMFORTABLE MY DEAR”

“Lets try something else hun. Something more casual and simple, less ballroom”

She grabbed a simple black dress tight at the top and pleated at the bottom a large belt around the waist. “all we need are some boots!”

“Wait Tiff I cant walk in heels!!”

———-

“Ok clown when she arrives at the party you have to offer her your arm and pull out her chair for her” Chucky instructed.

“Why would I do that? Leech is more than capable of doing all that herself I don't need to do that for her.”

“Its the gentlemanly thing to do idiot ”

“ Human customs are so strange.”

“Focus! Do you have anything to give her?”

“No?”

Chucky sighed “ok so human females are obsessed with jewelry give her something shiny and you'll pretty much be in the clear, don't you have like a giant pile of crap in the sewer? grab something out of there.”

“Shiny. Got it.” The clown was barely paying attention.

“Don't forget to tell her about your massive dick!”

“Kruger! You're not helping! Were trying get the clown laid here not punched in the face!!”

“But we've already mated several times?” Pennywise turned confused.

“No, no, no! This time its going to be different, this time you're going to be in love and its gonna be way more intense. Trust me.” the doll said.

“I don't love,,,”

“PFFFT THATS A LOAD OF HORSE SHIT” Freddy laughed loudly.

“Most importantly don't insult her and do everything you can to impress her. Do that dancing thing you do, chicks dig that”

“Look I don't see how this will be any different than the other times we've been together”

“It's a daaattee Jingles! Girls put special meaning on that word. You aren't just hanging out, you’re…. well you know” the doll raised and lowered his plastic eyebrows

“Wait if a date is just a fancy way to begin mating then why am I doing all this? Seems like a waste of time to me” Pennywise complained “I’ll just show up in her room like usual!”

“Clown its because girls fucking like it” the doll groaned giving up on this lost cause.

Suddenly the shower head turned on without warning, water blasting out of it with tremendous force. It turned and sprayed Chucky so hard he fell off the counter while a storm of toothbrushes and tools flew around the room. A screwdriver stabbed Pennywise in the eye causing him to roar in pain. Meanwhile Freddy was being strangled by Tiffany’s hair care appliances frantically trying to cut the chords with his clawed hand. Pipes unexpectedly broke apart and started spraying water everywhere, the cabinets banged open and shut, and the toilet had begun laughing at them. In fact the entire bathroom was laughing at them. The gang yelled and shouted in confusion “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?” screamed Chucky

“MY FUCKING EYE” Penny howled in rage

“YOUR BATHROOM IS HAUNTED AS SHIT CLOWN” Freddy roared still wrestling with the hair dryer

The toilet laughed and spoke up “MOOOONSTERSSS??? YOU CALL YOURSELVES MONSTERRRRSS? LOOK AT YOU! PATHETIC WEAK SHELLS OF WHAT YOU ONCE WERE HAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE NO MONSTERS! BUT WE’RE HERE NOW, WEVE BEEN SET FREE AND SOON ALL WILL JOOOOIIINN USSSSS.”

“OH SHIT! ITS THESE ASSHOLES!” Freddy yelled

“YOU FUCKING KNOW THEM?” the clown roared trying to get the screwdriver out of his head his current form becoming less and less held together.

“LONG TIME NO SEE FREDDDYYY! YOU STILL OWE US FROM LAST TIMEE WE WERE- WAIT!! SOMEONE IS HERE! SOMEONE IS COMING! WHO CAN IT BEEEE? WHO CAN IT BEEEEEEEE? OOOOHH!! ITS………YOUR LOVEEEERRRSS!!! POOR POOR MONSTERS SOON WE WILL TAKE THEM! WE WILL TAKE THEM FOR HIM AND THEN WE WILL BE FREE TO TAKE ALL”

Everything stopped abruptly as if something was sucked out of the room. Appliances turning back to normal as if nothing ever happened.

“First of all you jackasses, Dracula is my roommate. We have an odd couple thing going ok?”

“Kruger! NOT the time” Chucky shouted.

“…..H eE Lp” Pennywise gurgled out barely maintaining a human voice.

The door opened downstairs.

“Hey boys were home!” Tiffany called up to them.

Leech climbed the stairs and made her way to her room but froze when she heard moans of pain and a large puddle of water coming from the bathroom.

“Jesus guys how'd you fuck up this ba- WHAT THE FUCK”

——————

“Hold still I'm going to pull it out.” Leech gripped the screwdriver in Penny’s head “ok on the count of 3” Pennywise’s good eye flicked up at her.

“One….. two… three! ” the clown gurgled and grabbed her hands and they pulled together. The tool finally dislodging its self from Pennywise's head causing him to howl in pain blood floating up from the wound.

“Shit Pen you ok?” she cradled the side of his face not caring about cutting herself on the razor sharp teeth splitting his cheeks.

“…H u RT” he managed to say starting to put himself back together.

She ran her fingers though his hair and kissed the top of his head. Pennywise winced at first but leaned into her touches shutting his one good eye and purring faintly at her comforting him. As powerful as the eldritch horror was he was a complete baby when it came to pain sometimes.

“We leave you alone for 4 hours and not only do you guys flood the bathroom again, you end up stabbed and strangled in the process. What the fuck happened?”

“It's a Kandarian demon” growled Freddy “someone read from that damn book again”

“How do we get rid of it?” asked Chucky getting up off the floor

“Find out who sent it”

“And just how do you know all this Kruger?” Pennywise asked finally somewhat back to normal minus his eye.

“I owe it money.”

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YEAH EVIL DEAD MOTHERFUCKERS! So fun fact Evil Dead was the horror series that literally saved my life so it holds a very special place in my heart. And yes Ash is going to show up. Stay tuned for more deadite fuckery, including musicals, mutilation, and insults! Also bringing in a new OC next chapter who I think everyone will like! So get hype friends!

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Hero

Chapter 15/??

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Reader (Your/Name), (Full/Name)

Summit: It all begin at the Sports Festival when Shouto’s other half met Endevour by mistake. The student never thought to see his partner fight against his father just to show him that he is wrong. It started from that instant, Shouto’s new path started exactly from that moment thanks to his friends and his beloved one.

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While you chat laughing and eating, someone rings the bell. It’s dark outside, who is at this hour? Shouto goes to check and finds his elder sister with a bag on her hands. The half-half boy lets her in and prepares something warm, is cold outside. When the lady sees how (Y/N) is, she dropped the bag shocked.

<<G-good evening, miss.>> “She is gonna yell at me too?” <<Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, a few days and I will be like before…>>

<<How could I?>> she hugs you tightly, <<You are someone special for my little brother, you helped him a lot since you two started seeing each other! You’re like a little sister for me!>>

<<Nee-san, you are hurting her.>> Todoroki serves a cup of hot tea and sits to keep eating his dinner, <<Don’t hug her so tight, she is injured.>>

When you were asleep in the metro, Shouto texted his sister Fuyumi, to inform her that he will not be at home, he would spend the night over (Y/N)’s place. Read the message, she chose a few clean clothes to bring to him, and she did it. While Fuyumi explains what she brought, her eyes are often locked on your figure; you can’t hold well the fork so even eating is a problem.

<<Shouto, you found someone really amazing.>> she whispers to him, <<Treasure her a lot. She deserves it.>>

<<There’s a few things that I need to understand about her, but you don’t need to say it.>> he responds while accompanying the sibling outside, <<I won’t leave her, no matter how much time passes or what happens, I’ve decided already.>>

“He looks like a new person. Thank you so much (Y/N), you saved my brother.” <<Good night both of you.>>

 After cleaning the kitchen, the two students go upstairs. They brush their teeth and change themselves to go to bed. Once inside the room, (Y/N) turns on the stereo she has on her desk and sets the speaker mode. The melody she was playing before with the piano, is now flying inside the room in its full version. Even if Shouto doesn’t understand much about music, he can clearly distingue a piano, a violin, a harp… What a pure melody.

“The flames of that day are still like before… Once again, I don’t know how to call this feeling. I thought that, that spark was something else, is soaring more and more. It’s a deep feeling that outclass the “love”. What is this? I can talk to her for hours and never get bored, I can tell her anything and she won’t judge me…” when (Y/N) moves under the covers, he can’t resist the urge to keep her as close as possible. Todoroki doesn’t notice that he’s actually suffocating her, that warmth and that physical contact of her, inhaling her scent, all these things calm him like nothing else.

You understand what he’s doing right down, so without make it a burden to him, you ruffle those colored hair and mix the red part with the white one.

<<Hey, what are you up to?>> Shouto doesn’t like when people touch his hair, but the way you did it, it was a lovely and funny sensation, he smiles grabbing and kissing your hands, <<Do I look good?>>

<<Sorry, can’t help myself.>> she laughs at him with those messy hair, <<You look gorgeous, honey.>>

<<If my love says so, then it must be truth.>> this is the first time he laughs, <<Let’s sleep, it->>

<<Where is my phone? I need to record that laugh!>>

<<Haha, where you think you’re going?>> he traps you in his strong hug again, <<You must be in my arms until morning.>>

“This time he hugged me from behind…? He is scared?” <<Shouto, there’s something I want to tell you.>>

<<What is it, my love?>>

<<Don’t be scared of those feelings that are inside your heart right now. Remember them very clearly.>> you intertwine your fingers with his and close your eyes, feeling Todoroki’s hot breath behind your neck, <<This is how it feels when you finally fight back, this is how it feels when you take your life back. This is your new start line.>>

<<Yeah… I hope I don’t screw this up.>>

<<I’m with you, until I’m here, you’re invincible.>>

<<I love you, (Y/N).>> he tights the grip and rests his head in your neck.

<<I love you too, Shouto.>> “He’s my new light. This time, I will protect it with my life! Nobody will blow out its flame.”

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A very noisy sound is disturbing your sleep. What the hell is it? It costs you a lot to find it without opening your eyes and moving it’s harder since Shouto trapped you. You need to wake him up if you want his grip to loosen, his toned body shows all its strength when the owner sleeps. Finally, you find the phone, push a button and take the call.

<<Hello….?>> you fall again on the bed, but a very familiar voice reaches your ear. Nope, it’s too early for this, <<Yeah, fuck you too….>> “…What time is?” you raise the head from the pillow to see the digital clock, “I’m not a morning person at all… I need to wake him up or he won’t make in time.” <<Dear.>> dragging your body up, you shake a little your lover, <<Shouto, wake up. It’s morning.>>

He keeps his eyes closed and moving like a zombie, he drags his body up.

<<Good morning, honey.>>

<<……M’ning, my love….>> his voice is so sleepy, his head falls on your shoulder like the rest of his body rests on yours.

“In these five months we spent together, I understand some funny things about him. If he doesn’t get more than six hours of sleep, Shouto doesn’t function very well waking up. On top of that, when he goes to bed tired, his bed hair is incredible. Maybe it’s because of his quirk?” <<Don’t fall asleep, hey~>> patting on his back, he pulls up his heavy head again, <<Wow!>>

<<….What?>>

<<It’s unusual for you to drool in your sleep, isn’t it?>> it took a while before he could understand what you said, <<Hahaha.>>

<<Uwah, for real! Crap.>> Shouto wipes the saliva and blushes hard, hiding his mouth, <<….I really let my guard down around you…>>

<<Actually, I was also drooling and messy and stuff, you know?>> you get up and pick some things, <<Go wash your face, okay? Here, a towel.>>

“Her too, huh.” <<Nn….>> he gets off the bed and walks still half asleep with his hair all curled in up.

“Man, I love him so much. Look at his hair, why I can’t take a picture?” <<And brush your teeth, ‘kay?>>

Fortunately, your house is big enough to have two bathrooms, Shouto went instinctively in the main one, so you go in the guest one. Once taken a pair of clean clothes for him, you knock on the door and speak a little louder just in case he is falling asleep again.

<<I put a change of clothes out for you here. I’m going to take a shower, but when you’re done brushing your teeth, wear this and come downstairs properly, ok?>>

<<Nn…>>

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After a relaxing and lovely breakfast, the students leave the house to go in the hospital where Todoroki’s mom is. During the way, Shouto is nervous, he barely speaks, he’s thinking about what her mother said, every single word, how can he say hi to her without scare the life out of her? The more the distance is reduced, the more his anxiety increase. Once found the room, both of you stop in front of a silver square where there is a name inside: Mrs. Todoroki.

“Since that day, I thought that my presence would put pressure on my mom, so I never went to see her. I’m sure she continues to be bound by me… by dad… That’s why, in order to aim to become a hero again with this body, with everything I have…” he stretches his arm towards the handle but he stops.

<<Shouto.>> a sweet and kind whisper flies into his ear and a warm hand touches his, <<In front of you there is your starting line to become the hero you want to be. Step forward without fear.>> you kiss his hand and guide it back to the handle, <<I’ll be in the waiting room of this floor. I won’t move until you’re done, take all the time you need, ok?>>

<<Thanks.>> he gives to her his bag so he can’t be bothered by anyone, and finally open the door.

 It’s past noon and you get something to eat since you need to take meds, you are thinking that Recovery Girl wants to kill you with those because you were too reckless. Got the lunch, you return to your seat and eat. Read the book you brought while eating quietly, something buzz.

“If it’s my grandma again, I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind!” it’s from Todoroki’s bag, “His phone?” you wanted only to check who was, but when the name “Dad” appeared on the screen… You must see what he wants, he’s not gonna ruin this important moment.

Unlocked the phone and opened the chat, a message is there, “My son, you know probably why I’m here.”

“Let’s settle this thing too. Ooh this is gonna be fun!” the girl types the message and sends it.

 [Yeah, to get on my nerves.]

[I’m very disappointed in you, my son.]

[Disappointed my ass… What do you want?]

[What’s this attitude? You put shame to your family.]

[Like you put shame on your mustache… Anyway, how did I?]

[You held back in the finals in the festival.]

[I sure did. Problem?]

[There is a problem. I’ve raised you to surpass All Might not to throw away the first place.]

[You’ve raised me to pull you down from your pedestal. Watch out, the more you’re high, the more the fall will be painful.]

[Wait… You are….]

[Hi, it’s your worst nightmare again. How are doing cocksucker?]

[Where’s Shouto? Why you have his phone?]

[Shouto is busy right now. I have his phone so you won’t get in his way.]

[What? I’ve should teach you a lesson that day.]

[That’s my line. You need to fuck off for a while, but after thinking a lot about it, I’m ready to apologize to you, if you are able to defeat me and show me that you can be a good guide for your son.]

[Beat you? Pff, you’re playing with fire kid.]

[You too fucker. Be careful to not burn yourself. Tomorrow, late morning; be sure to be at home.]

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In the late afternoon, Todoroki leaves the room and looks for you. He finds you sit on a chair, reading a book with earphones. You look so peaceful and content, and the colorful sunset gives to you something that warms up his chest. He approaches you and grabs gently your shoulder, when your gazes cross each other, you see a relieved face.

<<Before you tell me anything, I hope you don’t mind I used your phone.>> giving back his bag, she puts the book and the iPod inside hers, <<Fuyumi-san called. I picked up saying that you are going home late.>>

<<Thanks for that.>> both of you start to walk slowly and the girl is listening carefully what Shouto has to say.

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Todoroki prepares the dinner while keep talking about his mother. You are deeply reviled that his mom listened to his son and forgave him, even if he didn’t nothing wrong for you. After the meal, the students chill on the wide living room. While he talks, tears fall from his eyes, surprising him.

<<What?>> he gets up from your lap and touches his wet cheeks, <<Why?>>

The girlfriend takes his hand and leads him to the piano. She sits and forces him to lay on her lap again. When Todoroki was about to ask what she’s doing, (Y/N) starts to play a new melody. This time is strong and sad at the same time.

<<My mom always said: “Rain falls because clouds cannot handle longer its weight; just like tears fall because the heart cannot handle the pain or the joy.”>> she keeps playing while he turns and hugs her hiding his face, <<It’s ok crying, even heroes do it. You can cry today and become stronger tomorrow.>>

When Todoroki calms down, he takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Shouto gets up from your lap, kisses the back of your hand, your cheek and rests his head on your shoulder.

<<Are you feeling more tranquil now?>> you say looking at him with the corner of your eye.

<<Yeah.>> his voice sounds calm too, crying was a good thing for him.

<<Moreover, what do you want to do? It’s late, wanna stay over?>>

<<I want to pick a few things in my house and leave them here. You gave me the keys now, so prepare to be always around me. I’ll be back after lunch, after that, do you want to go somewhere?>>

<<To visit my mom. Will you come with me?>> the man asks what happened when he felt the grip on his hand be tighter, <<If you are with me I can do anything. It’s been a while since I went to see her… I always felt guilty and bad, but I guess it’s time to visit her again, I need to move on too.>>

<<Then, it’s settled.>> Todoroki kisses you and goes to pick his coat and his new keys with a happy face. In front of the door, he turns facing her and gives her a passionate kiss that she gladly accepts. Pulling away, he hugs you as if to inhale for the last time your scent, <<I’m going.>>

<<Be careful on your way back.>> seeing him walking down the street is a new and strange emotion for you, “Be always around you? I actually can’t ask for more.” turning off all the lights and get ready to bed, she closes her eyes cuddled by Shouto’s scent on the sheets, “He was drooling… Hahaha, next time I’ll take a picture. Guess he was right too; I never realized how big this house is for one person... How about two? It’ll be interesting and funny to find that out.”

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 21.5, 22, 22.5, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, Last Chapter

[ramennoodlesandnarusasu]

A kiss never forgotten

*Chap 1: A drunken night*

*Chap 2: A blurred night*

*Chap 3: The bath house*

*Chap 4: A Thousand pieces*

*Chap 5: Heart beat*

*Chap 6: Surprise*

*Chap 7: Sunsets, trees and you*

*Chap 8: What now?*

*Chap 9: Healing the unfixable*

*Chap 10: So, this is it?*

Chap 11: What now?

*8 am*

Naruto felt like a sheet of warmth was surrounding him.  His heart felt swollen from joy, it had beaten so quickly in last 24 hours that it soon had tired out. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the bright sun which radiated from the window into his room. Naruto felt a strange heat over his stomach, he looked down and saw a pale arm wrapped tightly around his stomach.

Naruto was hit with the realization that Sasuke was laying in his bed. His heart started to increase once again, he felt strange tingly sensations running up and down his arms. His drunk self had forgotten that he had finally confessed to Sasuke his true feelings

Naruto was beyond happy, this little moment in the Hokage’s bed, Sasuke literally millimetres away from him. He had dreamt of this moment for so long and it finally was here. Naruto turned around to slowly face Sasuke. Trying desperately to turn smoothly so he didn’t wake him.

As Naruto turned around he was faced with tired black eyes and a soft loving smile. He felt it again, that sensation of electricity, his heart swelling up and butterflies bubbling in his stomach. Naruto was so undeniably in love, how could he not feel this way towards Sasuke? Especially when he smiled like that. “Did I wake you Sasuke?” “Hm, yer, but that was probably the best wakeup call I’ve had in my life.”

Naruto exploded internally, every cell in his body was unable to cope with the level of joy and contentment he felt.  He looked at Sasuke and vibrantly smiled, forcing small tears to fall from the corner of his eye. Sasuke softly wiped them away with his fingers and then went back to lovingly staring at Naruto, memorising every angle as the morning light hit his perfectly sculpted body.

There was a moment in the bliss of the morning scene, birds chirping and the sunrise light filtering in and highlighting every muscle of Sasuke’s upper body, where Naruto felt like he was floating, blissfully unaware of reality. Naruto immediately came down from cloud nine, when he realized the realism of the scene he was currently in.

Sasuke was laying in his bed half naked. Naruto looked down and saw that the only thing covering his bare chest was the blanket. “Fuck Sasuke, we didn’t have…?” “Sex? Tch, no baka. Firstly, I’m not that easy, you are going to have to wine and dine me Naruto Uzumaki before you get into my pants.  Secondly, you where drunkenly ranting about how you have to break it off officially with Hinata, before you could be ready for anything.”

Naruto regrettably forgot he had to tell Hinata today. There was no going back after last night with Sasuke. “Fuck. Right I have to tell Hinata.” Sasuke’s eyes widened in horror. “Wait! Naruto, don’t tell me you didn’t mean anything you said last night?” “Oh my god Sasuke. No, I meant everything.” Sasuke untensed and let out a small breath. “It’s just…” “Naruto?” “I’m scared Sasuke.”

Sasuke sat up and brought Naruto into a deep hug, full of security and love. “I know its scary Naruto. But, if not now? When?” “No, it has to be now, there is no way I’m going back to the way things were.” Naruto struggled to get out of Sasuke’s tight grip. He managed to wriggle out and grab Sasuke by his arms. “Look at me Sasuke.” Sasuke didn’t waver, he was fully invested in the next words that would leave Naruto’s mouth. “I love you, I do. But the next couple of weeks are not going to be easy. So, I just need you to be here for me.  Can you do that?” “Of course, Usuratonkachi.”

Sasuke smiled widely, grabbed Naruto and pulled him into a long passionate kiss, which may have gone longer than planned.

*10 am*

“Hinata.” “Hello? You never call my phone. Is something wrong?” “Um, can you please do me a favour?” “Uh, sure?” “Can you take the kids to Sakura’s for a sleep over. I have already called in advance. After that can you please meet me by the training grounds?” “Um, okay?” “See you in 20 minutes?” “Okay. See you then.”

Naruto hanged up his phone, took in a deep breath. He knew this was going to hurt. But he needed to treat it like a band aid, rip it off quickly. Naruto changed into some extra Hokage uniform which was laying in the room, completely oblivious that Sasuke was in the room. “AHH, SHIT! Sasuke, sorry I forgot you were still in my room. Let me just…… put my pants back on.” Naruto had turned bright red and Sasuke was making unnatural animalistic noses and breathing at a thousand miles per hour.

“Are you okay?” “Yer… what makes you think I’m not okay?” “You look like your about to pass out. Is my package that good?” Naruto loved teasing Sasuke, now that he could tease him in more ways than one, he was going to have fun playing around. “Aw, is Sasuke kun already keen for this? Well I can’t blame you. I mean look at me.”

“Pff, you wish you were all that. Trust me you pale in comparison to some I’ve seen.” “TEME!” “Aw is Naruto kun jealous already.” Naruto forgot how good Sasuke was at come backs. As much as he wanted to shove a fist in his face, he now also wanted to jump his bones.

God this was going to be a confusing ride between being horny, wanting to fight Sasuke but also wanted to hold him tight in his arms. Naruto needed to stop letting Sasuke distract him, he only had 10 minutes to get to the training grounds and start probably the worst conversation humanly possible.

“Tch, stop annoying me Teme, I have to focus, I have to use the right words and make sure I’m not harsh or anything. She is the mother of my children and has been my wife for years.” “Hmph, I know Naruto. Just remember to reassure her you tried everything in your power to try and make it work.”

Naruto took in a sharp breath, turned around kissed Sasuke quickly and walked out. He was determined and nothing could stop him from breaking up with Hinata.

*12 pm*

Naruto paced back and forth, remembering the things he needed to say. He was sweating from every possible place; his mind was a wreck thinking of every imaginable way that this could go horribly wrong. He imagined Hinata stabbing him, or taking Naruto in a bag and throwing him off a cliff. He was scared of hurting her, but at the same time he wasn’t keen to deal with a pissed-off Hinata.

“Naruto?” Oh fuck, this is it. Deep breaths. In and out.

“Hinata, thanks for coming. Want to have a seat?” “Okay? Naruto why the hell am I out here?” Naruto gulped sharply, feeling a sharp pain in his throat as he did so. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He needed to treat it like a band aid.

“Hinata, I am so sorry. I want a divorce.” Naruto automatically started sobbing. He fell to the ground in an attempt to disappear. “I am so so so so sorry. I tried so hard Hinata, I did.” Naruto couldn’t bear the pain he felt, he hated himself to the point where everything inside him had set on fire.

Naruto felt a warm embrace surround him, his heart steadied to a slower pace. “Naruto look at me.” Naruto didn’t know if he could face Hinata in the eye, but he had to look up for her sake. Surprisingly Naruto found Hinata smiling lovingly, with small tears falling down her cheeks. “Naruto, I’ve knowen a long time.”

Naruto was shocked, he was unsure what to feel at this point. How did Hinata know? Did he make it that obvious that he was unhappy in their relationship? “To be honest Naruto, I have been feeling the same way as you.” “You were?” Naruto stopped shaking at this point and moved to a position that was more comfortable.

“How come you never told me?” “Well, Naruto. The kids. I didn’t know what to do. They are going to be broken. But I also couldn’t handle what we became in the last couple of months. And I know this isn’t going to be easy, and it hurts a lot right now. But I also think this is for the best.” Naruto in that moment remembered why he fell in love with Hinata in the first place, it was things like this that made him appreciate the women he married.

“So, you are okay?” “Well it obviously hurts, but to be honest, I was planning on doing it myself soon. I knew this was coming for a long time.” “Hinata, I know this is going to be tough, but I am glad it’s with you. I know we can work through this together.” Hinata had a genuine smile on her face. Mixed emotions of pain and love swirling in her eyes. It was a bitter sweet moment between the newly broken up pair.

“Naruto, promise me something?” “Of course, what is it?” “Promise you will spend time with the kids, don’t just disappear on them. They are going to need you active in their lives more than ever.” “I know Hinata, the only reason it took me so long to break this up, was because I was terrified of hurting them.” “Huh, that’s been running through my head as well.”

Naruto got up from the ground and extended his arm to help Hinata off the floor. “We can get through this.” “I know we can Naruto, just promise me you won’t go running off with someone else too soon.” Naruto nervously chuckled, because waiting for him back in the Hokage tower was Sasuke. “Haha, I will try.”

*1 pm*

Naruto walked back to the Hokage tower feeling surprisingly empty but also free. He felt like a weight that had been resting on his shoulders were finally gone. Hinata decided she wanted to be the one to tell the kids, even though Naruto protested, she made a solid argument about why both of them shouldn’t be in the same room when they got told.

Naruto wondered how the kids would react, Hinata promised to call immediately after to tell Naruto what happened. He felt an obligation to be there when it happened, but he also understood Hinata’s perspective and respected her choice to do it alone. He looked up to the sky, a new day for him. Finally, a single man, free at last. He thought about Sasuke in his room and an odd and desperate sinking feeling hit his stomach.

Sasuke was leaving tomorrow for his week-long mission. Naruto started panicking he didn’t want to be alone for the first week of being divorced. He was going to deal with his children’s sorrow and possible anger at him, all without Sasuke. He started considering cancelling it, he was Hokage after all. But he didn’t want the chunin to be upset, they have been talking about this mission for weeks. Sasuke would probably be happy doing nothing, and more than content to not have to deal with pre-teens.

Naruto let out a depressive sigh, this week was going to be long. Alone, recently divorced and kids that probably hated his guts now. “Huh”.

“What’s with the depressive sigh, good looking?” “SASUKE!” Naruto immediately felt like sun was shining in his soul, his pain slowly numbing away with the sight of Sasuke’s small smile and welcoming embrace.

*Chap 12: Kids and kisses*