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finelinefae · 9 months ago

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home (doctor!harry)

synopsis: y/n is homesick and harry wants to help her

word count: 7.7k

contains: fluff, Filipino y/n, doctor harry, medical talk, homesickness, brief moments of discrimination, workplace bullying, rude co-workers

a/n: happy soft girl sunday!!! this is such an interesting and personal topic for me because so much of this was inspired by my mama and her own personal experiences of leaving her home in the Philippines and moving to an entirely different country to create a better life for herself. this one is for all of my girls who are struggling with homesickness, who work in a job because they have to not because they want to, who try to support their families, who work in healthcare, whose first language is not english, who feel as though their identity is muddled up and so much more- this is for you and this is for my mama too.

. . .

‘You have just as much right to be here as everyone else.’

That’s what Y/N had been telling herself since she had left for work in the early hours of this morning. She had barely slept a wink last night, tossing and turning as her mind was riddled with things that hadn’t happened but weighed so much.

Her backpack was filled with the things she listed weeks before. Her scrubs, a packed lunch, water, a few snacks to eat throughout the day and a couple of things loose at the bottom that jangled with each step she took towards the tube station. On her feet was a new pair of trainers her mother had bought her before she took the plane to a country she had never stepped foot in before the beginning of this month.

“Mahal kita, mamimiss kita.” I love you, I will miss you. Her mother had said as she dropped her off at the airport. No tears in her eyes because they were all in Y/N’s as she clenched her fingers around the handle of her small suitcase that was just enough to last the first few months out of the three years she’d be living away from her family.

“Mama,” Y/N cried, her family weren’t criers but today she was.

Y/N’s mother shook her head, refusing to allow herself to cry when this was meant to be good. “Gagawa ka ng mga magagandang bagay.” You will do such good things. Her mother wiped away her tears, “Mananatili pa rin ako dito sa loob ng tatlong taon at magiging mas mahusay ka.” I will still be here in three years and you will be someone better.

Y/N was homesick as soon as the plane lifted off the ground of her home country. The trouble with planes was the window was always too small and she could only ever look down and not behind. Once they flew over her country of the Philippines, she took in everything she possibly could - the bright colours of the sea and the sand on the beaches that stretched for miles.

She would come back and she would be better, for her family.

As she stepped off of the tube train and walked up the steps towards the light, she took the sunshine peeking through the gaps of the grey clouds in the London sky as a good sign. Even though things weren’t easy, it doesn’t mean they were bad.

The hospital was huge in comparison to the hospitals where she had done her training back home. It took her a while to find where the entrance was without going in through the emergency department but eventually, she found her way to the front desk.

"Hi," Y/N said softly, feeling unsure. Even though she was good at English after years of studying it during school, she still doubted herself, especially around fluent speakers. It made her feel embarrassed and more of an outsider than she already was. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to pick up my ID badge.”

The woman at the desk, peered over her glasses and smiled, “Is today your first day?”

“Yes, I’m a healthcare assistant,” Y/N offered a smile, as best as she could despite her nerves.

The woman’s fingers clacked against the keyboard, “I’m afraid your ID badge has yet to be delivered so I’ll have to give you a temporary one.”

Y/N’s smile faltered, “Oh okay,”

“Let me print one out for you, I’ll be right back.” The receptionist slid off her chair.

Y/N stood to the side, her eyes darting around the hospital. There were many healthcare workers already at work, pushing patients around in wheelchairs or walking in pairs down huge corridors. She gripped the strap of her backpack, her palms sweating.

Suddenly, a man stepped up to the desk beside her, reaching over to grab a clipboard and a pen. He was wearing a white shirt with a stethoscope around his neck. Y/N’s eyes narrowed on his badge, seeing the word ‘Doctor’ written in bold.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a detached tone, his attention elsewhere.

Y/N hesitated, noticing his lack of focus. "Um, no, I'm just waiting," she stammered.

He scoffed dismissively. "Typical," he muttered, setting the clipboard back down and finally turning to face her.

Y/N was taken aback by his striking appearance. Her breath caught as she met his gaze, momentarily forgetting her surroundings. His features were chiselled, framed by dark hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead. But it was his piercing eyes that held her captive, a mesmerising shade of green that reminded her of the leaves off the mango trees that grew in her hometown.

His gaze found hers, and she noticed the subtle parting of his lips as his eyes settled on her. There was a softness in his gaze, a gentle relaxation evident in the way his shoulders eased down. Maybe it was from how frightened she looked as her gaze landed on everything around her but his voice was softer now, a hint of concern evident beneath the initial hardness, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly as she regained her composure. "Uh, no, I'm fine, thank you," she managed to reply, feeling a flutter in her chest at the unexpected kindness in his tone.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “Well alright then. I know how hard first days can be so if I see you around, don’t worry about asking me for help.”

“Oh uh, thank you…Doctor,” Y/N replied, taken aback by his kindness.

“Y’ can call me Harry,” She noticed a dimple appear when he smiled. His eyes were fixed on her for a beat before he pointed to his name badge and continued, “S my name y’ see.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and a little giggle escaped her, “It’s a nice name.”

“What’s your name?” Harry asked but was interrupted by the receptionist returning.

“Good morning Doctor Styles,” She greeted as she sat back at the desk.

“Good morning Hannah,” Harry replied, his eyes darting from Y/N to Hannah.

The woman slid the badge over to Y/N. It was a printed-out copy of the badge she was supposed to have gotten, laminated and whole-punched to a lanyard. Y/N took it between her fingers and read her name on it, her eyebrows furrowing. “Um, I think my last name is spelt wrong,” Y/N said, it would be fine if it was a small spelling mistake but it may as well be a completely different name with the way it had been spelt.

“Sorry?” Hannah’s smile faltered.

"U-um, my last name is spelled wrong. I-I'm sorry, I don't want to be such a pain," Y/N stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she handed the lanyard back to the receptionist.

The receptionist glanced at the name badge, and then back at Y/N. "Oh, it must be because it's such a complicated name. I must have spelt it wrong on the computer. Are you sure you can't just use it? Only until your ID comes in?"

Y/N felt a sinking feeling in her chest. She hated confrontation or being an inconvenience, but she had already given up so much for a better life here. She couldn't give up her name too. "But it's my name," she insisted softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination.

Just as the receptionist's mouth opened to respond, the Doctor, who had been silently observing, cleared his throat. "Hannah, I think it would be better if we give Y/N the correct name on her own ID badge, don't you think?" He interjected gently, coming to Y/N's aid without hesitation. “The whole point of it is to let people know who we are, we wouldn’t want people getting Y/N’s name wrong on her first day would we?”

Hannah frowned and Y/N could tell she wasn’t happy, “Right, I’ll be right back.”

Y/N released a sigh, putting a hand to her forehead, “Thank you, Doctor Styles.” She said even though she was extremely embarrassed.

“Hey it’s Harry,” He smiled, “And you were right to argue with her, ‘s your name which is beautiful by the way.” Y/N's cheeks flushed even deeper at his compliment, but she managed a shy smile in return, feeling a sense of gratitude for Harry's kindness and support. “Don’t let these people push you around. You have just of a right to be here as everyone else.”

Y/N’s lips parted as he spoke the words she had been repeating to herself since she woke up. Y/N watched him go, her heart still racing at the unexpected encounter, a newfound warmth spreading through her as she resumed her wait in the bustling hospital corridor.

Hannah soon returned with an annoyed look on her face as she handed Y/N her temporary badge with her name written correctly. She thanked her and walked away already having gained a possible enemy but maybe a possible friend too.

. . .

“I don’t want her as my nurse,” An elderly patient said midway through the day as they were serving lunch.

Y/N had been in her scrubs for five hours, with another seven to go. Her feet ached from standing all day, attending to the patients that had been assigned to her at the start of the day. While some of the other healthcare workers had been welcoming, she couldn't ignore the clear divide between them. They tended to gather in separate groups and have their own cliques going on amongst them, but Y/N appreciated their support as she adjusted to her new role, minding her own business as she did.

“Margot,” Layla, another healthcare assistant, spoke to the eighty-year-old woman who was laying in bed waiting for her lunch to be fed to her, “Y/N’s a new healthcare assistant, she’s just going to be feeding you lunch.”

“I don’t want her,” Margot protested, “I want someone else.”

Y/N's gaze dropped, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She had been expecting this to happen at some point but she didn’t think it would happen so soon. "It's alright, Layla. I'll take over your tasks," Y/N offered quietly, not wanting to make a scene.

Layla's eyes softened with sympathy. "She's not usually like this," she whispered.

Y/N nodded, her resolve firm as she gathered her belongings to assist elsewhere. "No problem," she replied with a shrug, masking her hurt.

"C'mon, Margot," Layla urged gently, collecting the tray of hot lunch.

"I don't want a foreigner feeding me," Margot muttered sharply, her words stinging the air.

Y/N’s eyes stung as she left the room. She thought she had been lucky with her patient’s today and the majority of them had been rather lovely. They’d been interested in Y/N’s life, noticing her olive-toned complexion and black hair and asking her where she came from. The question allowed her to reminisce on her time back home and describe the foods and the environment she grew up with but it was only so long before she came across someone who didn’t care - seeing her as nothing more than a stranger in a foreign land that never quite felt like home.

Y/N took three deep breaths before stepping into the wing to cover Layla's shift for an hour. She knew she needed to shake off the hurt from the recent encounter, hoping that immersing herself in work would help ease the discomfort.

Three other women were working on the ward when Y/N entered the room. They were sitting in the corner on plastic chairs, sharing a phone screen as some show played. One of them turned when they noticed Y/N was in the room which caused the other two to follow.

“Hello,” Y/N spoke, timidly, “I’m here to help out Layla for a little while.”

The women exchanged knowing glances, their expressions morphing into smirks. One of them, the apparent leader of the group, sneered as she replied, "Oh, great. About time someone else did some work around here. Layla's been slacking off all morning."

“Really?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, Layla had been very kind to her just moments ago.

“Yeah,” The leader replied, her lips smacking together as she chewed on a piece of gum, “You can start by feeding those three their lunches.” She pointed her finger towards three patients lying in their beds.

“All three?” There were only six beds in the room.

“Is there a problem?” The woman folded her arms, the other two trying not to laugh behind her.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “No there is not.”

Y/N rolled up her sleeves and got to work, trying to spoon-feed all three patients as the other girls sat in the corner continuing to watch their show. Despite the mocking gaze of her co-workers, Y/N was fully determined to prove to herself that she could get through this. She needed to just put her head down and remind herself that this was for the better - the money would be worth it at the end of the month and she’d have enough to send to her family back home too.

As Y/N sat with the last patient, one of the ladies stood up to go and tended to another one. “Janice,” She cooed, walking over to the side of the bed where an elderly woman lay asleep, “Janice wake up love,” She squeezed her hand, “Janice?”

Y/N’s head shot in their direction, her eyes falling on Janice who wouldn’t wake up. She dropped the bowl of food on the side table and rushed over, “Hello Janice? Can you hear me?” The lady asked as Y/N put her ear to her mouth to see if she was breathing.

“She’s unconscious,” Y/N stated, “Her throat is blocked, did you feed her?”

The woman’s eyes were wide, “I-I-”

“Call the doctor,” Y/N instructed one of the other girls who immediately pressed the red button to alert the emergency services.

“We don’t have enough time,” Y/N muttered, “Get me a tracheostomy tube.”

“We don’t have authorisation to-”

“I can do it, I’ve done it before, please.” Y/N’s adrenaline was running high but she remained calm on the surface, it was what she had been trained to do.

The woman hurried over with a tube, and Y/N wasted no time. With steady hands, she performed a tracheostomy to create an emergency airway for Janice. Time seemed to blur as Y/N worked quickly and efficiently.

Minutes later, as Y/N finished, the doctor entered the room, taking in the scene with great concern and alertness on his face. “Where’s the emergency?” It was Doctor Styles, Y/N recognised him by his voice.

She squeezed her eyes shut, even though the patient had been saved and was able to breathe better, it wasn’t protocol to allow Healthcare assistants to perform such an intricate procedure that could so easily go wrong. She could be in big trouble for this and it was only her first day.

“Janice was unconscious, she was barely breathing,” One of Y/N’s co-workers explained.

Harry approached the patient, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realised what Y/N had done. "You did this?" he asked his tone a mix of astonishment and concern.

Y/N looked up, her stomach churning with dread. She could already picture the disappointment on her mother's face for potentially jeopardising her job on the first day. "I was trying to-"

"Do you realise how dangerous this procedure is?" Harry's voice cut through her explanation.

Y/N's gaze fell to the ground, her throat tightening with guilt. "Yes, I do."

"She could have died," Harry stated, his tone grave.

"I know, but I-" Y/N began, her words faltering.

"You saved her life," Harry's interruption caught Y/N off guard, her head shooting up to meet his gaze. For the first time, she saw the awe and shock reflected in his eyes.

“How did you know how to do it?” Harry asked, genuine curiosity evident in his tone.

“I learnt it during my training,” Y/N explained, her nerves still on edge.

“You just learnt it?” Harry chuckled softly, his gaze drifting to the other women in the room. "And what were you three doing when this happened?"

“W-well, we've yet to learn that procedure, Doctor Styles,” one of them spoke up, the rest nodding along in agreement.

Harry rolled his eyes, his attention returning to Y/N. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Truly remarkable,” he said, his gaze fixed on her.

. . .

Y/N was exhausted at the end of her shift. Her bag was still packed, her lunch and snacks untouched, because she had been on her feet all day. Her skin felt sticky underneath her sweatshirt, she couldn’t wait to shower once she got back to the house.

As she left the hospital, she inhaled the fresh air and felt the cool breeze against her flushed face. She needed to get the tube station back to her boarding house but she was grateful to finally have a few hours away from the scent of disinfectant and rude co-workers.

“Y/N!” Y/N spun on her heel as she heard the call of her name, turning to see Doctor Styles pacing towards her. It was the first time today she had seen him wearing glasses.

“Doctor Styles, I thought you would be at home already,” She smiled as best as she could despite feeling much too tired to do so.

“No, I still have a few hours to go.” He replied, that dimple and sparkle in his eye returning to his equally tired face. “I caught you walking out and left my office to come speak to you. I was really impressed by what you did today. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a healthcare assistant do that under such pressure.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N was terrible at taking compliments, even more so when she was tired.

“It was everything. You saved a woman’s life.” Harry stated.

"Right," Y/N murmured, her mind still reeling from the events of the day and Harry's constant acknowledgement.

A brief moment of silence fell between them as Harry looked as though he was trying to speak but didn’t know how to word it properly, “Listen I…forgive me if I’m being too forward but would you maybe want to grab something to eat with me one night, maybe, I don’t know. If you want to of course, no pressure, and if you have a boyfriend that’s okay too but is it okay if you don’t tell me because that would be incredibly kind towards my pride.”

For the first time today, Y/N released a genuine laugh as he finished his rambling. “You’re not like the boys back home.” She said after she had composed herself.

Harry frowned, “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s refreshing,” She told him, it was nice to experience something new and it be a good thing for once. “I will go out with you Harry.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips, despite his attempt to suppress it by biting his bottom lip. He rubbed his hand over his mouth in a futile effort to conceal his grin, but the crinkles around his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks betrayed his amusement. "Okay," he chuckled softly, unable to contain his delight. "That’s good."

“I have an afternoon off in three days time, is that okay?” He asked eagerly, wanting to see her as soon as possible.

“I would like that,” she says, her voice filled with anticipation. “A lot actually.”

Their gazes locked for a brief moment. “Well, I should probably get going,” Y/N said, breaking the silence.

“Yes, of course. Can I give you my number first? I can text you the details later if that’s okay,” Harry asked, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

“Oh, sure,” Y/N replied, taking out her phone, which only had her family’s numbers saved in it.

Harry quickly typed his number into Y/N's phone before handing it back to her with a warm smile. “I’ll hopefully see you tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I’m here tomorrow.” Harry walked backwards towards the hospital entrance, smiling and shaking his head before turning his back to her.

Y/N was in disbelief as she began her journey home. She couldn't shake the feeling of surprise that someone like Harry would want to go on a date with her. Dating wasn't even on her radar when she arrived; she had suspected that no man would find her attractive because of how she looked - she wasn’t really deemed the stereotypical female in Western society. But Harry's genuine interest had shattered those doubts. As she navigated through the bustling streets, a newfound sense of confidence began to bloom within her. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful and a new distraction from her overwhelming life.

. . .

Harry had been eyeing the clock all morning.

“Have somewhere to be?” Niall, his co-worker, asked, having seen him glued to the clock.

“Something like that,” Harry mumbled.

With just an hour left of his shift, Harry couldn't shake the anticipation of taking Y/N out for dinner tonight. She had been occupying his thoughts incessantly for the past three days. The golden hue of her skin and the soft, round features of her face had etched themselves into his mind. He found himself mesmerised by the almond shape of her eyes, their deep brown colour reminiscent of a shot of espresso in the morning.

He loved the melodic, soft tones of her voice and the way she spoke with an accent that brought life into the usual boring words people spoke to him every day. He thought about how her cheeks would tinge pink whenever she’d start speaking, how shy she was whenever he’d praise her or how expressive her eyes were whenever she wasn’t talking.

He was a Doctor and knew all the ways in which the mind and body worked but he was beginning to question his beliefs since he had met Y/N because he was pretty sure he had fallen in love at first sight.

Everything about her had been on his mind and he was desperate to find out all that he possibly could about the quiet, shy healthcare assistant who saved the life of a woman on her first day.

Interrupting the images of Y/N that had been playing in his mind, was the sound of the buzzer to the emergency department. Harry sat up at the same time as Niall who was already standing to his feet to go and see what the problem was. He sighed, hoping for time to hurry up so the evening would arrive much sooner.

“Hey it’s me,” Harry sighed a heavy sigh into the phone as he held it against his ear, sitting in his car in the staff parking area of the hospital many hours later. His forehead was pressed against the steering wheel as tiredness and guilt laced within him.

“Hello Harry,” Y/N’s soft voice rang through the speaker, soothing a piece of him that was just so tired, “Is everything okay?”

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut, “You’re probably going to hate me for this but is there any chance we can reschedule? Something came up at work and I’ve only just come out.” He was five hours overtime after a family had been rushed into the emergency room after an accident.

He swallowed as he waited for her to reply, “Oh,” She said and the small remark made him feel even more guilty than he already felt.

“I’m sorry,” He hated himself because it was all he had been looking forward to.

“Harry,” Y/N said his name, “It’s okay. I’ve worked in enough hospitals to know these things happen. Of course, we can go at another time but are you okay?”

He released a long breath at the question, “No not really,” it was the truth and another reason why he needed to reschedule the date. He had seen some pretty tough things today and it weighed heavily on his mind.

“Have you eaten?” Y/N asked, concern in her voice.

His eyes stung, his head falling back against the headrest, “No I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

Y/N sighed over the phone, “Do you live close by?”

“I live about ten minutes from the hospital,” He told her, wondering why she would ask.

“Is it okay if I come by?” She asks, “I mean it’s okay if not.”

Harry’s shoulders dropped, “That actually sounds really nice.”

The fact that Y/N would be visiting him at his home seemed to ease the weight of the long day from Harry's shoulders. With a faint smile playing on his lips, he leaned back in his seat, feeling a hint of anticipation at the thought of her company.

When Harry got home, he saw how messy his apartment was. Feeling a sudden jolt of energy, he quickly picked up his laundry off of the floor and threw dirty dishes into the dishwasher. He took a moment to straighten up the living room and fluff the cushions on the couch. Trying to make everything look cleaner than it actually was in order to impress her.

His buzzer rang and he quickly went to answer it, allowing her to come up as his heart raced in his chest. With one last glance around the room, he swiftly nudged something under the coffee table before reaching the door just as she knocked.

Harry felt all the tiredness from his body lift when he opened the door and found her standing there with a plastic carrier bag in her hands. She was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail and her face make-up free.

“Hey,” He breathed, a piece of him settling when he laid eyes on her, “Thank you for coming here.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” She smiled and walked past him after he moved to the side to let her in.

Her eyes were wide as she took in his apartment, “This is a lot better than the boarding house.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “You’re living in a boarding house?”

She nodded, “Only until I can find my own place to live. It was what the company who transferred me here offered when I applied.”

“I see,” Harry realised he was still in his uniform except his shirt was untucked and his tie was loose around his neck.

Y/N placed the plastic bag on the kitchen counter, “I bought some things to make you since you didn’t eat. How about I start cooking and you can get changed?”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, “I-I hope you don’t think I invited you over to cook for me Y/N. I actually really just wanted to see you.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, “It’s okay, I enjoy cooking and maybe it’s my excuse to see you too.”

He took a step forward, “If I had known you had been waiting to find an excuse I would have invited you over much sooner.”

She shifted under his gaze, biting her lip to stop her smile, “Go get dressed,” She ordered and Harry grinned, it was the first time he had seen her act so assertively.

He took a thirty-minute long shower, scrubbing off the remains of the day from his skin. He wore a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants, drying his hair with a towel as he re-entered the kitchen to find Y/N already plating up the food she had made.

The kitchen was an aroma of fragrances Harry had never smelt before. His mouth watered as Y/N spooned rice onto plates and picked up the saucepan to bring to the kitchen island. “This smells amazing,” Harry sat on one of the stools, picking up a knife and fork.

“It’s called chicken adobo,” Y/N informs him, “It’s a traditional dish of the Philippines, my mama used to make it for me and my sister when we’d come in from school.”

Harry listened intently, “That’s where you’re from?”

Y/N smiled, “It’s my home.” She took Harry’s plate and spooned some of the chicken on top of the rice before doing the same for herself, “I hope you don’t mind but I use my hands to eat,”

Harry lowered his knife and fork, “Really?”

“Mhm,” Y/N picked up some of the rice and chicken with her fingers, “It’s called Kamayan. It’s meant to help appreciate the flavours and textures of the food we make or are served.”

Harry looked genuinely interested as Y/N ate the food pressed into her hand, “Can I try?”

Y/N paused chewing on her food, not expecting him to want to try something that in many Western cultures might be considered bad manners. She quickly swallowed it down and nodded, “Of course.”

Harry pursed his lips as he concentrated on gathering the rice and chicken into his hands. He felt the stickiness of the rice as he pressed it with his fingers. It wasn’t as graceful as Y/N had done as he attempted to put it all into his mouth. He chewed on the chicken, his taste buds tingling at the new flavour.

Swallowing it down his eyes brightened, “It’s delicious!”

Y/N’s eyes crinkled, “Yeah? You think so?”

“I’ve never eaten with my hands before but it feels quite liberating.” He chuckles.

Y/N laughs, “My mama always told us to eat with our hands.”

Harry repeated the action, scooping the perfect serving into his hand and eating it, “Where did you live when you lived in the Philippines?”

“I grew up in Roxas City- it’s on one of the many islands and it’s beautiful. The beaches stretch for miles and the water is so blue and clear you can see your feet walking along the bottom.” Harry watched as Y/N explained animatedly what her home country was like. Her words brought the images to life in his mind as he pictured her walking along the beaches.

He was happy to see her relax into conversation the more questions he asked about her home, “What made you want to come here to work?”

Y/N’s smile faltered and Harry wished he could take back the question but she answered, “My family aren’t wealthy and I always knew I would have to leave at some point to go out and make enough money to bring back for them so we could have a better life. I trained in healthcare so I could come here and work.”

Harry's expression softened, concern evident in his eyes. "Has it been difficult?" he asked gently. He knew it might sound like a cliché question, but he genuinely wanted to make sure she was coping okay. It must be incredibly difficult having to leave everything you know for something completely different.

“I’m so homesick,” Y/N’s eyes watered, “Every day I go back to that boarding house and count down the days until I can go home again. I-I thought I knew English before coming here but it’s so difficult to understand when people are talking so fast and expecting you to know what they’re saying.” Harry grabbed a tissue and passed it to her. She took it in her hands and gave him a watery smile, “I miss my mama and my sister and the sun. London is so grey.”

Harry reached out a hand and gripped her fingers, squeezing them gently, “Hey, you’re doing so good Y/N.” He started, “You’re so unbelievably brave for coming here and starting this new life. I mean I couldn’t do what you’re doing - I get homesick even when my mum lives ten minutes away,” Y/N laughs and the sound sparks something inside of him, even when she was crying she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life, “You should be so proud of yourself and I know your family is proud of you too.”

Y/N’s watery eyes looked into his, “Thank you,” She whispered, “This is the first time I’ve stepped outside my house other than to get that stupid train to work.”

“Seriously?” Harry was shocked, no wonder she was feeling so trapped and cooped up.

Harry glanced at their two empty plates before giving her hand a tight squeeze, “C’mon,”

“What-” Y/N watched as he grabbed his jacket and car keys.

“Let me take you somewhere,” He insisted, his voice warm and inviting.

“But it’s dark outside?” Y/N slid off her stool and followed him to the front door.

“That’s the best time of day,” He smirked and whisked her away to his car where he drove her through the streets of London, illuminated by the lights that lit up the streets.

He parked on the side of the road somewhere and they walked for fifteen minutes until they reached a busier area of the city where people were still out with friends, “Hopefully it’s still there,” He mumbled.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N frowned and her head lifted to see the bright lights from billboards that surrounded the square. Perfume adverts and models appeared on the big screens as tourists posed for pictures in front of them.

“This is Piccadilly Circus,” Harry motioned to the place they were standing in. He intertwined their fingers and led her over to stand her in front of the biggest billboard of them all, “And that is your home.” He pointed to it and the billboard switched to a picture of a beach that looked almost exactly the same as the one she had grown up near. Big, bold letters with the words ‘Visit the Philippines’ were at the bottom but Y/N couldn’t seem to stop staring at the sea that illuminated the square, casting it in blue light.

Her eyes glistened with tears, “I know it’s not the same,” Harry said, scratching the back of his neck, “But-”

“It’s my home,” Y/N gasped, a grin taking over her entire face, “That’s where I’m from Harry!”

Harry’s grin mirrored hers, “It is!” He replies with equal enthusiasm.

“Can you take a picture of me?” She reached for her phone and passed it to him. Y/N smiled like a kid at Christmas in front of the billboard and Harry quickly snapped a picture before it switched to a different advert.

He handed the phone back to her and she looked down unable to keep her eyes off of that blue sea she had been missing. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” She murmured and looked up to see him already gazing at her, “Thank you.”

Harry smiled bashfully, shaking his head, “I know you don’t believe it yet but I think you were meant to be here at this moment in life and I think maybe I was meant to be here too.” He admitted.

“You really think that?” She asked.

“I believe it wholeheartedly,” He stated.

When the billboard returned to the picture of the sea, Y/N insisted Harry stand to get a picture in front of it. He pulled a face, pointing at the billboard and the picture came out all blurry because Y/N had been laughing too much.

Late into the night, they stayed in Piccadilly Circus taking pictures of each other and with each other as the beach appeared on the screen. Harry swore his camera roll was now just pictures of Y/N squealing with excitement whenever the image of the beach appeared.

In the moments in between, they sat and spoke. Comparing cultures and learning more about one another. Whilst Y/N had learnt about Harry’s family and living in the English countryside as a child, Harry had learnt all about Y/N’s time in the sun and how much she adored fishing in the spring and picking mangoes off her grandpa’s mango trees.

It wasn’t a date, it was more than that.

It was the converging of two paths in life that had now become one.

. . .

Mahal na mama, Dear mama.

I got my first paycheck today and I have sent you as much as I can. I hope it’s enough to buy you some new shoes because I know you are getting tired of your old ones.

I have been working hard and I’m slowly growing used to the way things work here. I’d be lying if I told you it was easy, it’s been so incredibly hard. So many times I have been desperate to come home, wondering whether this was where I belonged or if it just wasn’t meant to be.

But Mama, I’ve met someone.

Don’t be upset. I know you always told me and sissy it should always be careers before boys but he has become my home away from home mama.

He’s a doctor at the hospital and his name is Harry.

Every day he picks me up from work even though his apartment is right by the hospital and we walk into work together. He’s not embarrassed to hold my hand or kiss me goodbye either.

I spend a lot of days at his home because it’s a lot nicer than my boarding house. He asks me to cook him some of your recipes and he tells me to tell you that they are delicious and he hopes one day that you can cook them for him.

He loves to listen to me speak about home and I love to hear him speak about his.

He’s introduced me to this whole other world of culture mama and it is so beautiful.

I love you and I miss you but I am safe and happy and I am doing well.

I am still counting down the days until I can come home and visit you but just know I am no longer homesick because of him.

Mahal kita Mama.

. . .

“Ang pangalan ko ay Harry,”

“Ang… Pan-gaaa-”

“Pangalan,” Y/N tried not to laugh at the concentrated look on his face.

“Pangalan,” She nods.

“Ang pangalan ko ay Harry,” Harry looks at her for confirmation and she nods, leaning forward to kiss him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry, my name is Y/N.” She murmurs against his lips.

She feels his lips curve against hers before he puckers them and presses kisses all over her face. She tries to pull him away but he keeps her in his grip until they collapse onto the bed. “Harryyyy,” She giggles as he presses kisses along her exposed collarbones.

“What’s the word for kisses again?” He murmurs against her neck.

Y/N’s hands run through his curls, pushing them back from his face. Her lips ghost against his as she murmurs, “Mga halik,”

“Mga halik,” He repeats, his pronunciation improving.

“Mhm,” She puckers her lips to kiss him to which he happily hums and returns her kiss. “I need to start dinner,”

“No,” He whines, holding onto her, “Stay.”

“But I’m so hungry and you need to help me with the lumpia.” She says referring to the spring roles she had taught him to make.

“We can’t order a pizza?” He pouts, “I just want to hold you.”

Y/N sighed but was unable to prevent herself from falling for the pouty look on his face, “Fine, we’ll get a pizza but only if we can get it with pineapple.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, “Criminal,”

“But you love me?” She grins, cheekily.

“I do,” He kisses her before grabbing his phone, “I truly do.”

Since moving to a new country and meeting Harry, Y/N's life had transformed. He had brought back the sense of familiarity she had lost when she moved across the world. In him, she found not just love, but a true home—a place where she belonged and was cherished in return.

Her work and life in general had become easier because she no longer felt so alone. Every day they’d sit together during their lunch breaks at work and go back to Harry’s apartment at the end of their shifts.

“Hi baby,” Harry greeted her whenever she’d get into the car with him. He’d lean over the console and kiss her.

“Hi syota,” Sweetheart. She’d say in return and despite how tired he felt, he always managed to smile at the term of endearment she’d picked for him.

Further into their dating, Harry had been desperate to learn her language. Even though Y/N told him it didn’t matter to her - they had their own ways of communicating that only they understood, bridging the gap between words that got lost in translation - he was instant on it.

“But when our kids learn, I’ll be left out.” It was the first time he said I love you without even saying the three words.

As they sat in his living room, which was slowly becoming hers too, eating pizza and watching Lord of the Rings, because Harry was insistent on making Y/N watch the whole series if she wanted to truly see the beauty of Western culture, Y/N realised that maybe Harry was right and this was where she was meant to be all along.

“I love you,” Harry murmured as he held her in his arms on the couch.

“Mahal kita.” I love you. She replied, feeling more at home in his arms than she did anywhere else in the world.

3 years later…

“Are you nervous baby?” Harry whispered in her ear as they sat side by side on the plane, their fingers intertwined. She was wearing his sweater and he had one of her rings on a chain around his neck, it was the physical representation of how they had interwoven their lives had become.

“A little,” Y/N confessed, glancing out the window to see they were nearing the island she had left three years ago. “I’m worried they won’t like this version of me.”

“Hey,” Harry cupped her cheek in his hand, “They’re your family, they’ll love every version of you the same way I do.”

Y/N’s lips turned upwards, “You promise?”

“I’d never lie to you my love,” He kissed the bridge of her nose.

The plane shook as it landed on the ground. Y/N could already feel the heat of the sun before she’d even stepped off the plane, just from looking out the window. Harry grabbed her duffle bag from the overhead compartment and took his own travel case as well.

He was wearing a shirt that said ‘But Daddy I love him’ and white shorts with sunglasses buried in his dishevelled curls. They had been flying for hours, the both of them exhausted, but Y/N couldn’t seem to calm the jitters of seeing her home again.

Harry pulled her into his side and kissed the top of her head, “Calm down, puso ko.” my heart.

“Do you think she’ll be here?” Y/N was already craning her neck as they got to passport control even though it was impossible to see past the arrival gates from where they stood.

She remembered what her mother had told her when she dropped her off to start her new life in England.

“Mananatili pa rin ako dito sa loob ng tatlong taon at magiging mas mahusay ka.” I will still be here in three years and you will be someone better.

She hoped she had done just as her mother said and she would be returning to her as someone better than the person she used to be.

Once they got through the gate, Y/N stood on her toes and tried to spot her mother in the crowds. She didn’t expect to see her right away as her mother was rather short but she hoped she’d sense her presence somewhere in the room.

“Do you see her?” Y/N asked, Harry was also looking around to see if she was somewhere.

“Y/N!” A warm, comforting voice that echoed in the depths of her childhood and rang through her to this day, called for her amongst the bustle of people.

Y/N’s eyes watered, “Mama!” She called, spinning around to find her.

“Hey look baby,” Harry pointed and that’s when Y/N saw her. Her arms open, standing in the place she promised she would be three years later.

“Mama!” Y/N dropped Harry’s hand and ran towards her mother, enveloping herself in her arms and feeling her soft skin against her own. She felt the hands that had held her as a child, cling to the back of her shirt.

“Ang anak ko,” My child. Her mother held her.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Y/N whispered, her eyes flooding with tears.

Y/N pulled away, looking down at her mother and feeling a fresh flood of tears fill her eyes. A presence came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder. She put her hand on top of his and watched as her mother’s eyes widened in surprise, “Mama, this is my boyfriend, Harry.”

Harry cleared his throat, placing their bags on the floor, “Hello ang pangalan ko ay Harry. Ikinagagalak kitang makilala.” Hello, my name is Harry. Nice to meet you. His tone was slightly unsure as he spoke but Y/N beamed as he spoke the words to his mother, having spent the last few years teaching him.

Her mother smiled, a tear falling from her eye. Y/N’s lips parted, having never seen her mother cry before. She took a step forward and then wrapped her arms around Harry, “Salamat sa pag-aalaga sa anak ko.” thank you for taking care of my daughter.

Y/N covered her mouth to stop herself from sobbing in the middle of the airport. She wanted to take this moment and bottle it up as she watched her two favourite people in the entire world embrace each other.

If there was one thing Y/N had learnt from her time away it was that home wasn’t so much of a place anymore but the people instead.

These were her people.

They were her home.

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seoheesoo · 8 months ago

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Modern AU! Kakashi is Naruto's guardian who meets his child's teacher for the first time and immediately falls in love with him

[Part 5]

Rin heard the sound of the door opening and walked out into the corridor.

“You are earlier than I expected,” - said the woman. - “Come on in.”

Kakashi took off his shoes and followed the woman into the kitchen.

“Naruto fell asleep not long ago. I think it’s better for you to spend the night in our house tonight, and tomorrow morning you will go home.”

Kakashi nodded.

“Go get changed while I prepare some tea.”

The man headed to the bedroom, opened the closet and pulled out Obito's household items. After quickly changing his clothes, he looked into Naruto's room. The child was fast asleep, hugging a pillow in his sleep. On the way to the kitchen, Kakashi also looked into the room. Obito rocked Yuki in his arms, who stubbornly refused to fall asleep. Kakashi grinned when he noticed his friend's doomed face and headed to the kitchen. Rin lowered the cup of aromatic tea in front of him and sat down opposite him.

“How did everything go?”

“Fine,” - Kakashi replied.

Rin hit his arm not too hard.

“I need details.”

Kakashi rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Kakashi, I spend almost 24 hours at home. Soothe my curiosity.”

Hatake knew that Rin was hiding her concern with a joking tone. The woman was worried about him and he didn’t mind calming her down a little.

“So how did it go?”

Kakashi took a deep breath.

“Perfect.”

“Perfect?” - the woman asked and raised her eyebrows in surprise. - “It’s unexpected to hear this from you.”

Hatake chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

“You know, I’ve never thought about a relationship seriously before,” - he suddenly admitted. - “You and Obito were always together and it was as if you were made for each other. Just like Minato nii-san and Kushina-san, as well as Jiraiya ji-san and Tsunade oba-san. I had thoughts about relationships, but after Naruto appeared I stopped thinking about it completely. My values have changed, I have invested all my time and all my strength in raising a child. It seemed like I didn’t need anything else. But when I met Guy…”

Kakashi fell silent. He shook his head with a slight smile on his face.

“Time seemed to stand still. I couldn't move and couldn't even think. I acted like a real idiot the first time we met. And I continued to disgrace myself every time we met. And I plucked up courage and asked him out on a date, but, to be honest, I was afraid. I was terribly afraid that I would ruin everything. And I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

“Oh, Kakashi,” - Rin covered his hand with her palm.

“But everything went well,” - the man said quickly. - “I controlled myself and didn’t act stupid. I told him about my past and learned a lot about his life. With every word he said, I began to like him more and more. Damn, Rin, I fell in love with him so quickly that it even scares me a little.”

Kakashi laughed softly and covered his face with his hands. Rin patted his shoulder reassuringly.

“What if I ruin everything?” - there was a muffled whisper of a man.

“Stop thinking about it,” - the woman said in a firm voice. - “You won’t ruin anything, I’m sure of that. There is no need to rush anywhere, but there is no need to slow down either. If you feel good together, then enjoy every moment and let everything happen in its own time.”

“You're right. Thank you, Rin.”

The woman smiled softly at her friend.

“I’m happy for you, Kakashi,” - she said sincerely. - “You deserve happiness.”

Kakashi returned her smile and, hearing footsteps, straightened up in his chair and changed his expression. Rin shook her head reproachfully and turned to her husband approaching the kitchen.

***

“Did you take everything?” - Kakashi asked Naruto, who was holding a huge green backpack in the shape of a frog, another gift from Jiraiya.

"Yes!"

“Great, let's go then.”

They left the house and walked to a nearby park. Two weeks passed before Kakashi managed to get the long-awaited day off from work. Not without the help of Shiranui. Kakashi looked warily towards the older man every day, but he made no attempt to start a serious conversation. Genma showed no signs at all that he knew about Kakashi and Guy's relationship, which could not but alarm Hatake even more. Why did Shiranui behave this way? Kakashi had not understood the man before, and now he had become an even greater mystery to him. Hatake shook his head, it's time to throw all unnecessary thoughts out of his head. He and Guy managed to set up another date and they agreed to spend it in the park with the children. Kakashi spent the whole morning calming himself down and putting himself in the right frame of mind. He still didn’t fully know how to behave with Guy, and there were also three children. Kakashi didn't have a very good relationship with people in general, and children were an even bigger problem. The only exceptions were Naruto and Yuki, his goddaughter, who was only a few months old. But Kakashi knew that as soon as Yuki grew up, she would torment him a lot in the future.

Naruto's presence had a calming effect on Kakashi, but still could not completely clear his mind of various thoughts. Hatake nervously moved his shoulder and quickened his pace. Once they arrived at the park, Kakashi found an empty spot and spread a large blanket on the soft green grass. Guy took charge of preparing food for the picnic, Kakashi was only required to bring drinks. Hatake had already managed to pull out all the juices from the bag and was now looking around restlessly. Naruto, sitting next to him, was bouncing excitedly in one place. This child was overjoyed when he heard that they were going on a picnic. And when he found out that Guy and several other children would be with them, he could no longer be calmed down. He excitedly ran around the house, collecting various toys that he planned to show to Guy's children. Kakashi watched his chaotic preparations with a slightly worried smile on his face. He had no doubt that Naruto would easily find a common language with children, but Kakashi himself…

“Guy sensei!” - Naruto's loud scream made Hatake flinch.

Kakashi turned around and noticed a man approaching. Guy's usual wide smile shone on his face. Kakashi, out of habit, glanced over his figure, noticing that today he was wearing a light T-shirt and loose pants. Kakashi then turned his gaze to the children walking next to the man. Neji walked to Guy's left, his light eyes with unreadable emotions looking straight at Kakashi. Hatake swallowed and looked at the girl walking next to him; TenTen, with an overly menacing look, walked next to Guy. Kakashi exhaled heavily and looked at Lee, who had a slight smile on his face. The boy raised his hand and waved at them in greeting. Kakashi felt a surge of relief. At least one child was quite friendly. Hatake believed that one out of three was a pretty good result.

“Hi,” - Guy greeted as they approached.

Kakashi nodded at him. The children stared at him unblinkingly. Naruto climbed between them and smiled brightly.

“Hello! My name is Namikaze Naruto! Are you Guy sensei’s children?”

It was impossible to resist Naruto's charms, Kakashi knew this from himself. Not even a couple of seconds had passed before the children had already turned their attention to the boy.

“Yes,” - Lee replied.

“Cool!” - Naruto's big blue eyes shone with delight. - “Your dad… I mean, Guy sensei is so cool!”

Kakashi sighed mentally. Guy smiled at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, you're right,” - TenTen replied and took a step forward. - “Tou-chan talked a lot about you. Do you want to go to play while the adults cook?”

Kakashi noticed her calm but firm tone of voice. Naruto nodded to her without any objections and all the children went to the nearby swing. Kakashi looked at them and exhaled heavily. After a couple of seconds, he felt Guy's hand on his lower back.

“Are you okay?” - asked the man.

Kakashi nodded.

“I’m a little nervous,” - he admitted.

“No need,” - Guy squeezed his tense shoulders reassuringly. - “Everything will be fine.”

“What if they don’t like me?” - the question escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

Guy turned him around to face him and gently touched his cheek with his palm. Kakashi looked fascinated into his deep, dark eyes.

“Kakashi, don't worry about it. They are my children and they love me, but they also respect me and my choices. You just need to get to know each other better, I am sure that with time they will love you too.”

Kakashi closed his eyes and leaned forward, hugging the man.

“You think so?”

“I'm sure of it.”

“Okay,” - Hatake felt the gentle kiss that Guy left on his neck.

“Let’s get some food ready before the kids get back.”

Guy pulled away and began pulling containers of food out of his bag. Kakashi felt a surge of confidence after Guy's words. He was pushing himself too hard. What could possibly go wrong? Kakashi wouldn't let anyone or anything ruin everything. Not now, when everything between them is still so fragile.

“Hey. Watch where you’re going,” - Kakashi heard a loud child’s voice and raised his head, looking for Naruto.

A tall boy, who looked to be about twelve years old, towered over Naruto, practically poking his finger in his face. Kakashi began to rise when he felt Guy's strong grip on his arm. Hatake raised one eyebrow questioningly. Guy shook his head and nodded towards the children. Kakashi turned his gaze to them. TenTen stepped forward and shielded Naruto with her body. The girl tilted her head slightly to the side and looked gloomily at the unfamiliar boy.

“Watch where you're going,” - she said. - “Or is your vision failing you?”

The boy irritably knitted his eyebrows on the bridge of his nose and straightened his shoulders, looking down at the girl.

“Who are you, brat?”

“I’m the one who will break your arm if you don’t turn around and leave here now.”

The boy looked at her with contempt, but then his gaze collided with Lee and Neji standing next to her. Realizing that he was in the minority, the boy snorted and walked away. TenTen rolled her eyes and turned to Naruto, who was looking at her with pure delight in his eyes.

“Can I call you TenTen nee-chan?” - the boy asked with a breath.

The girl laughed loudly and ruffled Naruto's hair slightly.

“Of course you can,” - she allowed.

“Did Guy sensei teach you how to fight?”

“Yes,” - Lee replied.

“Will you teach me to fight?” - Naruto asked TenTen.

“I’ll teach you,” - the girl promised. - “It’s not proper for any idiot to pester you. You need to learn to fight back.”

Kakashi watched the entire scene with pure shock on his face. Guy sitting next to him just smiled lightly. As Kakashi expected, the children quickly found a common language. A few minutes later, the slightly out of breath and flushed children fell tiredly onto the blanket. Kakashi handed each of them a glass of cool juice. The children quickly snacked on sandwiches and then ran off to play on the playground again. Hatake looked at Naruto's bright smile as he showed the children his toys and couldn't help but smile himself.

“You know, Naruto feels lonely very often,” - Kakashi said, moving closer to Guy and leaning his back against his broad chest. - “I often disappear at work and spend very little time with him. Almost from childhood, he often visited Obito and Rin. By the way, Obito is Sasuke's cousin, so Sasuke and his older brother Itachi also often visited Obito. Accordingly, Naruto and Sasuke have been friends for a very long time. Nowadays, Naruto also often stays with Obito and Rin if I have business, but just a few months ago they had a daughter. I think this could not but affect Naruto. He loves Yuki very much, he just dotes on her, but I know that he feels deprived, superfluous in their house. And I saw his look every time he looked at Sasuke and Itachi. He always missed this - family. Naruto always wanted siblings."

Kakashi looked at the beaming Naruto surrounded by Guy's children.

“I gave him a lot, but I still couldn’t make him truly happy.”

“Hey, stop it,” - Guy lifted Kakashi's face slightly, forcing him to look at him. - “Naruto is happy, believe me, I know it. And this is only your merit.”

Kakashi closed his eyes and smiled. He felt Guy's breath on his skin and reached out to him in anticipation, when suddenly the loud stomping of feet made him widen his eyes and pull away.

“We want to eat,” - Naruto drawled.

Guy handed everyone a bento containing food.

“Are we going to meet Genma Ji-chan next weekend?” - TenTen suddenly asked.

Kakashi choked on his rice. He never expected to hear someone call Genma “uncle”. TenTen gave him an unreadable look.

“He promised to be free at work,” - Guy replied.

The girl didn't look entirely pleased with this answer, but nodded. Lee and Naruto began to discuss something loudly, drawing Neji into their conversation. Guy collected the empty bentos and handed each child a drink.

“Thank you, tou-san,” - Neji took the bottle of juice.

“We’ll play a little more,” - Lee stood up from the blanket and extended his hand to Naruto.

The children quickly ran to the playground. Kakashi snuggled closer to the man again. Guy ran his hair through his fingers relaxingly.

“When will we meet next time?” - Hatake asked.

“When do you want it?” - he heard a counter question from Guy.

“Tomorrow, every day for the rest of our lives,” - Kakashi wanted to answer.

“I will compare the schedule with Shiranui.”

“Fine.”

Kakashi found Guy's hand and intertwined their fingers.

“I can take Naruto to my house tomorrow, if you don’t mind,” - Guy suddenly suggested.

Kakashi froze.

“I don’t mind,” - he answered slowly. - “Are you don’t mind?”

“I suggested it myself,” - Guy laughed and quickly kissed the man on the temple. - “What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not picky,” - Hatake said in a hoarse voice. - “I’ll eat everything you give me.”

Guy laughed again. Kakashi felt irrationally proud of how easily he could make the man laugh.

“Then I’ll make ramen.”

“You know exactly how to win Naruto’s heart,” - Kakashi noted.

“I’m trying,” - Guy lifted Kakashi’s face by the chin and approached him. - “What about yours?”

“M-m?” - Kakashi blinked in confusion, unable to take his eyes off the man’s lips.

“What about your heart?” - Guy whispered. - “Am I on the right track?”

“Hell, yes,” - Kakashi breathed and covered his lips with his, whispering into the kiss. - “You stole my heart the day we first met.”

Guy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Don’t you dare give it back,” - Kakashi threatened and pulled him into a kiss again, feeling Guy’s smile.

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ecargmura · 1 year ago

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A Sign of Affection Episode 1 Review - Love Under The Silent Snow

This is actually a really good premise for a romance show! I really like it! It’s unique in that it’s a shoujo set in a college environment when the genre usually prefers high school love stories. The fact that it’s a love story between a hearing-impaired girl and her upperclassman who is a globetrotting backpacker is also interesting! I really liked what I saw in this first episode!

I know that there’s going to be a lot of comparisons to A Silent Voice, but A Sign Of Affection actually differs a lot despite sharing similar premises. Unlike A Silent Voice, being deaf isn’t all of Yuki Itose’s shtick as she has so much personality despite being reserved. While she cannot hear, she still loves cute things like clothes and objects; heck, the story starts with Yuki happy that she got a very cute dress for a good price. She’s not bullied for being deaf, nor is she treated as lesser for her disability. She’s an ordinary college student who just happens to be deaf. She communicates well with her friends and her schoolmates. She has a good relationship with her mom. She’s never seen as pitiful, which is a good thing as stories about disabilities shouldn’t be seen as pity-parties all the time; those with disadvantages can still live happy lives. While it defines her, it’s not who she is all the time. She’s not a poor girl who needs to be constantly saved by an able-bodied knight in shining armor; in fact, he only helped her once and she becomes infatuated that she’s the one going out of her way to get his deets. Yeah, get your man, Yuki! I do like that while her life is peaceful, she still has some ups and downs that aren’t dramatic like how her friend Rin had to explain to Kyouya, the cafe owner about Yuki’s disability, which Yuki catches on about, but doesn’t say anything. She knows that her disadvantages will always have these little minor aspects, and listening to her thoughts really makes me want to give her a hug.

I know that some people might question why Yuki has hearing aids, but cannot hear very well. Hearing aids don’t give deaf people complete hearing, just partial. Maybe Yuki is wearing them just so she can show people that she’s deaf and that it wouldn’t cause misunderstandings. Who knows? Like how people like carrying around devices that give them convenience and comfort, Yuki most likely does the same. Maybe she wears them because she’s comfortable doing so and it’s more of a habit than than anything. I hope this does get explained a bit in future chapters so that viewers won’t have to ask questions constantly.

Itsuomi Nagi is quite interesting as the male lead. He’s a globetrotting backpacker, meaning that he doesn’t like to stay at one place all the time. While he’s a college student, he likes going to foreign countries. Because of that, he’s familiar with different languages. His voice actor, Yu Miyazaki is actually proficient in English and it shows! The way he asked the guy on the train if he needed any help was actually good English, albeit a tad accent on the “need” part. Still, an English speaker like me approves of it! I do wonder if his wanderlust will be a source of conflict or if it’ll be a source of bonding between our leads. Personality-wise, Itsuomi doesn’t seem like a scumbag. However, he is a bit too touchy when it comes to Yuki and that does bother me a bit. Maybe because I don’t really like skinship and I value my personal space. I feel like this guy’s only flaw is that he’s too touchy and doesn’t respect Yuki’s personal boundaries. Other than that, I just hope he’s a nice guy. Please don’t make him turn out to be a red flag. Please…

Rin is actually a really good friend. She doesn’t pity Yuki and treats her like an equal. However, there is still a slight border between her and Yuki at times. She has a huge crush on Kyouya Nagi, the cafe owner and Itsuomi’s cousin. I want to see more of her; maybe her and Kyouya are the side couple that helps Yuki and Itsuomi get together?

However, that Oushi guy though… He gives off weird vibes. He saw Yuki running along all happily and he was like “What’s wrong with her?” I just hope he’s not that one jerk who treats Yuki as lesser due to her disability. He’s gonna be on my shit list if that happens. I can’t wait to see other characters too.

I really love the implementation of snow used in this episode. Yes, the ‘snow means love’ trope is a cliche, but damn it, it works. Heck, the kanji in Yuki’s name literally means snow. She’s her own ‘snow means love’ trope. I do love the symbolism of snow in a way. Snow falls down and it is a silent weather condition, much like how Yuki’s world is a silent one. Snow is also white and blank, meaning that Yuki’s white world can finally be full of color now that she met Itsuomi. Maybe I’m looking into this a bit too much.

The voice actors are so good. Sumire Morohoshi is finally a lead in a shoujo anime. She has a soft voice that works well for the reserved shoujo leads; she suits Yuki so well. Yu Miyazaki is actually a voice actor I’m not too familiar with, but I do like his voice. It sounds perfect for someone like him. Like, he doesn’t sound too young or too old. I also love that he can speak English too. I hope he can speak more later on! Other voice actors in this show are Kaede Hondo, who plays Rin—good choice for a rising star; Ryota Ohsaka voices Kyouya—he always has a nice voice that suits ikemen characters; Takeo Otsuka voices Oushi—I need to see more to evaluate more; Tasuku Hatanaka voices the hair salon guy—wait, what? I never knew Hatanaka could produce a voice like that. I usually associate him with his rather gravelly, gruff voice. That’s so cool. Anyways, I do wonder who else will be in the voice cast of this anime. I’m satisfied with the results.

Overall, I think this has the potential to be a great romance. I can’t wait to see what it has in store. If I really enjoy it once it finishes airing, I’ll definitely buy the manga! What are your thoughts on the first episode?

#a sign of affection #yubisaki to renren #yuki itose #Itsuomi nagi #rin fujishiro #kyouya nagi #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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kagamine-vocaland · 1 year ago

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Kagamine Rin Crossbody Bag 🧡

I recently ordered this and literally love her sm so lemme give a silly little review for you guys

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🍊So, I got this bag off of Otaku Owlet, and I must say it was a super smooth experience! I highly recommend their website for Japanese and Chinese merch!

This bag is a really nice size. Not as big as the backpack ver., but it's honestly the perfect size for the amount of stuff I usually carry (phone, wallet, makeup, etc).

The quality is super nice too, the fabric is soft, the strap clasps are strong and sturdy, and the front piece where the pins go is a nice, thick piece of fabric. It works super well!

The pins are a little tricky to get in, but that's really not a huge deal. It's doable.

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🧡So yeah!! I would totally recommend this bag if you want something cute to show off your favorite loids! On their website for crossbodies, they currently only have Miku, Len, and Rin, but Luka, Meiko, and Kaito and currently up for preorder!!

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suhtorus · 4 years ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢

𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 // 𝟷.𝟷𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰

𝐚/𝐧; 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 *𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵* 𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰

-ˏˋ𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♡

Being part of team Minato was something that brought the happiness you didn’t know you needed into your life.

During your Academy days, you never got a chance to talk to those three kids who would later become your teammates. Rin and Obito were inseparable, and Kakashi was in your class only for a year, graduating early and becoming a genin right away.

Over the past year, you’ve made progress not only on your skills but with your relationship with the team as well. Which led to you wanting to let them know they had earned a spot into your heart. And what a better day to tell them than on Valentine’s Day.

“Ohayō!”

Rin’s voice caught your attention. She ran towards you, holding a pink bag with hearts on it and a huge smile on her face.

Internally, you felt embarrassed since you arrived at the training grounds, awfully aware of the extra weight inside your backpack. You were waiting until everyone arrived and, surprisingly, Rin was the one who was running late.

You had always admired how easily the compliments flowed out of her mouth, able to brighten anyone’s day. You wished you could voice out your feelings freely just like her, especially for a silver-haired boy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Rin smiled, stopping in front of you to rummage through the bag excitedly. “I brought you presents!” she handed out a small box of chocolates to everyone with a letter attached to it.

Everyone thanked her and she flashed her signature smile, her hands clasped in front of her.

“I-I brought something too,” you spoke softly, nervous at what their reactions would be.

But it was enough to catch Kakashi’s attention.

He had always found you interesting. You were quiet when you first met, only speaking when you were specifically addressed. It wasn't until your first mission together when he got the opportunity to see your skills up close, he was truly impressed by your quick reflexes especially at hand to hand combat. After that, he would insist to fight against you, ending in a draw most of the time.

Kakashi didn’t know when it happened, perhaps it was your constant presence or how you started opening up to him, but he couldn't deny he had a crush on you. Not like you knew, of course.

You squatted down to pull out a box from your bag, the rest of your team watching in curiosity. You were nervous, thinking that maybe your present was too cheesy but it was too late to back down.

Inside the box were four cookies, each one wrapped inside a clear plastic bag, and they were shaped and decorated with the Uchiha, Hatake, Namikaze, and Nohara clan symbol. You gave them to each one of them and took a step back, bowing before them.

“I hope you like them.”

Everyone was silent, which you took as a bad sign. But before you could say anything, Rin threw herself at you, squealing in delight at your present.

“This is so cool!” Obito yelled, clearly amazed at the cookie with his clan symbol on it.

Kakashi walked up to you, patting you on the head and his eyes closing as he smiled underneath his mask. “Thank you.”

You nodded at them in awe by their reactions while Rin finally let go of you.

“Thank you, girls,” Minato smiled, patting both of the tops your heads. “But you’re not the only ones who came prepared,” he winked at you, giving a look to the two boys next to him, which they answered back with a nod.

Obito pulled out a red rose from his sweater, suddenly sweating and blushing as he nervously walked towards Rin. He handed it out at her, her eyes widening before accepting the flower with a smile.

“Obito! This is so sweet, thank you!”

The black-haired boy laughed in relief. “I’m so glad you liked it!”

You watched in awe, noticing how Obito's eyes seemed to sparkle at the girl in front of him.

Kakashi, who still stood next to you, reached back to his pouch and took your distraction to his advantage.

Suddenly, a white rose appeared in front of you, making you gasp. You slowly followed the hand holding it until your eyes met Kakashi’s. He stood with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance in his eyes.

You grabbed the rose from his hands and unconsciously smiled, your heart beating quickly at the surprise.

“Thank you, Kakashi.”

Your soft voice caught his attention, making his though exterior relax once he saw the positive reaction from you.

“I–I think the white matches with your personality,” Kakashi rubbed the back of his head, a blush covering his cheeks. “You’re always calm, even during our missions,” he couldn’t take the pressure of your gaze anymore, making him look away. “I-It’s soothing.”

You were speechless for a moment.

“I’m– I don't know what to say."

But your evident blush was all he needed. He felt a sense of pride swirling in his chest at his accomplishment.

“Girls," Minato spoke up, catching your attention. "Without you, the team wouldn’t be what it is today. Rin, you always heal us and make sure we are safe,” he smiled at her before turning to you. “Y/N, I’ve never seen a kunoichi fight with so much determination as you do, while looking after your comrades at the same time.”

Minato pulled out two pink roses from his vest, kneeling down on one knee and offering them to you two. His eyes gleamed, pride, and affection shining in them and a soft smile on his lips.

It was as if the whole aura around you changed. The scene turned brighter, the cold breeze flowed and made your hair fly around you.

“Sensei,” you said under your breath, completely captivated by his actions, and a blush covering your cheeks while you looked back and forth between the flower and him.

When I’m older, I’m definitely marrying someone like my sensei. You thought, smelling the two roses in your hands.

“Thank you!” Rin squealed in delight, her eyes closing and a huge smile lifting the corners of her lips.

Minato laughed, amused at your reactions but he did mean what he said. Team Minato wouldn't have been the same without you two, you were the string that managed to hold the two boys in place.

An irk mark appeared on Obito’s forehead while Kakashi’s eyes widened in shock. They felt betrayed, watching as their sensei easily swooped in and stole their girls away from them.

“Minato-sensei!” Obito started to complain to Minato, saying something about how it was a low move from him.

The jōnin sheepishly laughed, internally enjoying the reaction he got out of everyone. “Gomen, Gomen!”

Kakashi was silent, standing with his arms folded in front of him and feeling jealous that his sensei was able to make you blush so easily. He found himself wishing that you had looked at him with the same amazement as you had looked at Minato when he gave you the flower.

It seemed like the two boys still had a lot to learn from their sensei.

#kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #naruto imagines #naruto oneshot #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi imagines #naruto shippuden imagines #obito uchiha #rin nohara #team minato #minato namikaze #genin kakashi

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sankyeom · 5 years ago

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𝟷, 𝟸, 𝟹 (𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎) // 𝚜𝚒𝚡

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢!𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎. (𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝟷, 𝟸, 𝟹 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖)

𝟷, 𝟸, 𝟹 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 // 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 // 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

You were excited to have Hyerin on the paper because she was an amazing photographer, and it meant that you had an actual shot at having a female friend for a change. Of course, you wouldn’t trade Jinyoung, Yonghee, Hyunsuk and Eric for the world – Sunwoo was on thin ice after pranking you one too many times – but it would still be nice to have a female presence around.

“Okay guys, let’s get started,” you happily commenced the meeting when everyone arrived in the media room. “Eric’s been working on an idea about sustainability in school that he’s going to need your help with, Hyerin,” you began, causing both Eric and Hyerin to nod and smile at each other. “I’m sure you guys can figure out exactly what you need. Who’s turn is it for layout this week?”

“Mine,” Jinyoung said, taking brief notes on a post-it note about the different tasks that you had to layout during the meeting.

“Great! Then does anyone have any ideas for the cover piece this week?” you asked, giving everyone an opportunity. The cover piece was the front-page article and the most important part of the newspaper. If it wasn’t interesting or eye-catching enough, people wouldn’t even pick up the issue at all. “I had an idea that I think is more enticing than Eric’s issue on sustainability, no offence,” you quickly added. Eric waved you off to show you that he was fine. “I was thinking… Since Jinyoung is a member of our newspaper team and he’s running for dance team captain, we could make our cover piece an interview,” you suggested, smiling at your team to see what they thought.

All of your friends already knew and liked your idea, so it was really up to Hyerin to see what she would think. “I think that’s an amazing idea,” Hyerin stated, looking genuinely excited about it. “But doesn’t that seem a little unfair?” she added. “I mean, it would seem biased if Jinyoung is the only person that gets an interview, just because he’s on the paper and the editor’s best friend.”

You deflated. Hyerin was completely right, and you felt embarrassed that you hadn’t considered this. “Oh,” you sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. So it’s a no-go, then?”

“We could just interview everyone instead,” Hyerin suggested. “There are only three nominees so it wouldn’t be so difficult to get an interview with them all.”

You thought it over. On one hand, you wanted Jinyoung to win and have an advantage over the others. On the other hand, you wanted to be a fair editor and have the popularity of the newspaper increase so that more people would join the staff in the future. “I think that’s a good idea,” you agreed, feeling that it was truly the best way to go for the paper. “Since Eric is going to be busy with his piece, Yonghee, Jinyoung and I can interview.”

Yonghee brought something up. “Since Jinyoung is being interviewed, maybe it’s best if he sits this one out. Just so nobody feels like it’s biased,” he reminded.

You nodded. “Right. Okay, Yonghee why don’t you interview Hwang Hyunjin, and I’ll interview Jinyoung and Na Jaemin,” you modified since Hyerin was only the photographer and had no involvement in writing or interviewing. She would also be busy taking portraits of the nominees, so she wouldn’t have time for interviews and such.

“I’m okay with it,” Jinyoung agreed, although his expression had hardened and you could tell he was just being nice. “I have to work on the layout, anyway.”

“So it’s settled,” You said, nodding. “Jinyoungie, why don’t you work on the horoscopes for this month too since I’ll be doing two interviews instead of one like I originally thought?”

Jinyoung gave you a two-finger salute. “No worries, boss,” he added with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes at your best friend. Still, you smiled back at him and could see – now more than ever – why so many people thought that you and Jinyoung were dating. The two of you had been friends for so many years that the playful relationship you had often came across as romantic to others, but it was something that you guys simply ignored.

“Jinyoung, do you have the other nominees’ numbers? If possible, I want to schedule the interviews for tomorrow during our newspaper meeting so nobody has to work outside of our meeting hours to do this,” you mentioned, causing Jinyoung to nod.

“Oh, Jaemin’s my best friend,” Hyerin added from her seat next to Eric. The two of them had excitedly been chatting about how Eric was going to expose the school for preaching sustainability but still using plastic utensils in the cafeteria when she spoke. “I can just tell him to be here tomorrow after school and he will be.”

“That’d be great, thank you,” you appreciated, happy to have one less thing to worry about. You glanced down at your agenda and nodded slowly to yourself. “Okay. Jinyoungie, send Yonghee Hyunjin’s number and then we can get to editing the other articles we have ready for this week’s paper!” you smiled, closing your agenda and grinning at everyone.

Jinyoung nodded, immediately grabbing his phone to do as you said. “This is exciting,” Hyerin said, glancing up at you. “Thank you guys for letting me join. I know I was supposed to sign up last year but there was just a lot going on,” Hyerin said.

“Of course, we’re glad to have you!” you encouraged her.

Hyerin beamed. “I can’t wait for you to meet Jaemin tomorrow,” she added. “I think you’ll get along really well.”

You paused. Jinyoung was your best friend in the world and he meant everything to you. If you could take all of his burdens away, you would. You didn’t know how you felt about interviewing someone else for the position that Jinyoung had been working for all his life. After all, he wanted to major in dance in University and this captain position would really help him get a scholarship that he deserved; especially since he worked so hard to have good grades while his mum worked three jobs. You also knew that Jinyoung wasn’t Jaemin’s biggest fan – not even close. Still, you smiled, even if it was a little forced. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay guys, meetings over. Go dance your little hearts out – or in Yonghee’s case, student council your little heart out,” you encouraged your team. Yonghee rolled his eyes at your lame joke, still giving you a grin and a hug on the way out.

“My article is going to rip the school to shreds,” Eric said happily, running a hand through his hair before giving Hyerin a high-five.

“Hopefully it’s enough fuel for Yonghee to actually implement some changes,” you agreed, knowing how much power media could have over people.

Jinyoung grabbed his backpack, but not before tapping your nose gently with his finger. You scrunched up your nose before giving him your attention. “Are you okay?” you whispered, leaning in closer so nobody would overhear.

He sighed. “I don’t know,” he frowned, running a hand through his hair. “This just feels weird… I don’t like getting involved with Jaemin,” Jinyoung admitted. “And I don’t like the idea of you spending time alone with him, either.”

“I know,” you acknowledged, feeling sympathetic. You didn’t know why Jaemin and Jinyoung didn’t get along, your best friend had never told you of the reason behind their feud before. “It’s just an interview, though.”

“I know,” Jinyoung echoed what you said, leaning over and kissing your cheek lightly. He pulled away, eyes shaped like half-moons as he grinned at you. “Let’s not worry too much about it. Are we still on for after practice?” he asked. You usually walked home together since he only lived a few blocks down from you.

“For sure!” you agreed. “Hyerin and I are gonna walk you boys to practice and then we’re going to the library,” you added.

“To study, or whatever else we get up to,” Hyerin added happily, linking her arm with yours and pulling you away from Jinyoung. “Hey,” she whispered, walking ahead towards the dance room as Eric and Jinyoung trailed behind, bantering. “Are you and Jinyoung…?” Hyerin trailed off, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You grinned. “No,” you denied, shaking your head. “We get that a lot though.”

“Jaemin and I used to get that a lot too,” Hyerin recalled. “But now I’m dating Jeno so people don’t really make that assumption anymore,” she added. “It gets a little annoying sometimes, huh?” she asked knowingly.

“A little,” you admitted. “It’s not that big of a deal though. People are just curious.”

“Well, I’m sorry to have to add to those people,” Hyerin laughed. “I never used to see it between Jaemin and I but I guess, looking at other best friends who are even closer than we are, I see why people might make those assumptions.”

The two of you excitedly discussed your afternoon plans and before you knew it, you had all arrived at the dance studio.

“Rin!” Lee Jeno cheered when he saw Hyerin, eyes lighting up and lifting into a cute eye-smile. He ran over and embraced his girlfriend, who was rolling her eyes at how dramatic he was being.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” she mumbled, cheeks flushing at the PDA. Before she could introduce you, Jaemin pulled her aside. He seemed wide-eyed and panicky, more so than he usually was due to his ridiculous caffeine intake. “Nana?” Hyerin asked. “What’s up?”

“How do you know Y/n?” he asked, eyes flashing over to where you were introducing yourself to Jeno. He watched you laugh at Jeno’s words before giving Jinyoung a huge hug goodbye.

Hyerin furrowed her brows in confusion. “I tutored her in multivariable calc last year,” she told him. “And she’s the editor of the newspaper. Why, how do you know Y/n?” Jaemin blushed, quickly diverting his eyes when he saw you look back at him. He cleared his throat before looking over at Hyerin, who looked all too smug. “Oh my god. Y/n’s the girl you have a crush on,” she realised before squealing. “Oh, this is perfect! I can introduce you!”

“No!” Jaemin whisper-yelled, shaking his head and putting his hands on Hyerin’s shoulders to stop her from jumping in excitement. “It’s not perfect! She’s Bae Jinyoung’s best friend. This is a nightmare!”

Hyerin rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. Why is that bad? You get along with everybody.”

“Not him,” Jaemin shook his head. “It’s a long story, but Jinyoung and I have had a feud going on since kindergarten.”

“Kindergarten?” Hyerin echoed in disbelief. “Jaemin. That’s childish.”

“It was,” Jaemin agreed. “But then it started getting personal. So no, you will not introduce me to her, I don’t want her to ever see me ever again.”

Hyerin made a face. “Really? How are you supposed to flirt with her if you don’t want to see her.”

“Oh my god, who said anything about flirting?” Jaemin asked. “I’m sticking to my brand and pining in silence until I get over her. It worked for you in middle school,” he added, thoughtful.

Hyerin rolled her eyes. “It may have worked for me, but it won’t work for Y/n,” Hyerin’s eyes lit up, remembering what the paper was working on for the week. “By the way, I found a way for you to campaign for dance team captain,” she added. Jaemin tilted his head, listening. “The paper is doing a profile and interview on all the candidates.”

“Really?” Jaemin asked, earning a nod from Hyerin. “That’s awesome!”

“Right?” Hyerin grinned. “Now, all you have to do is meet Y/n in the newspaper room tomorrow after school. Easy as pie,” then she slapped Jaemin on the shoulder and left him with his mouth hanging open.

i wonder what started jaemin and jinyoung’s feud...

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nekomapi · 4 years ago

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aesthetic: a halloween carnival with your besties

👻 👻 👻

Daichi, Suga & Asahi

Asahi’s stomach is in knots as you enter the haunted house. This isn't lost on Suga and for some reason he just can't miss this opportunity. Humming to himself and nonchalantly eating his pink cotton candy, he sneaks up behind the gentle giant and during a quiet moment... screams bloody murder while gripping Asahi’s shoulder hard. Asahi jumps, his hand grasping his heart in terror, panting wildly. Suga doubles over in wild laughter, slapping his back. “Give the poor guy a break, Suga.” Daichi teases as you both are trailing behind the pair. Outwardly he seems unaffected by the eerie attraction, but your arm is linked with his and you can feel his body tense up with each corner you turn. He looks over to check on you and flashes a thin smile, lightly squeezing your arm to reassure you, though you think it might have been more reassuring to him. You also catch him keeping his eyes partially closed for most of the walk, probably to attempt blocking out some of the scares.

Tanaka & Noya

This pair couldn’t act tougher as you enter the haunted house, both puffing out their chests and declaring them as your protectors. After 30 seconds, they’ve already lost their composure and a giant scare sends Noya flying into Tanaka’s arms, your modern day Shaggy and Scooby Doo. Their terror immediately fades off once they exit and spot a BBQ’d meat stand. After sharing multiple orders of skewers, you all proceed to ride every single rollercoaster, front row and screaming your faces off. You stumble upon a crowd of people at the "Test Your Strength" game and notice Yamamoto accepting challengers to beat his score. Tanaka smirks as he steps up.

Iwa & Oikawa

Half of the night consists of Tooru being stuck by the kissing booth, surrounded by an insane amount of fangirls. You and Iwa roll your eyes and have a blast passing the time playing paintball. You both sneak out of the field with your paintball guns and use them to pelt a few right into Tooru’s ass during a selfie he's taking with a few girls. He lets out a huge yelp, and upon spotting you, playfully sticks out his tongue and hastily excuses himself from his fans. You and Iwa chase him to the other side of the carnival, straight into a line for ice cream. He buys you both one and you all eat your waffle cones on the ferris wheel. Tooru mentions how he can’t help being so popular and proclaims you both were just jealous everyone else was taking his attention. You and Iwa look at each-other, remembering your earlier conversation and knowing exactly the best way to shut him up. You dare him to volunteer for the Pie-in-the-Face booth. Laughing on the way, his pride accepts the challenge because,” Who would ever want to do such a thing to this beautiful face, Y/N-channnnnnnn?” He chokes on his words when Iwa brings up the first motivated customer, Ushijima. Tendou sticks his head out from behind him and lifts his fingers in a peace sign. “Suuuuup, bitches.”

Kuroo & Kenma

You set up your blanket on the lawn for the horror film marathon. Kenma’s backpack was full of beer and snacks, not to mention the copious amounts of kettle corn you bought at the stand. You and Kuroo cuddle up in a blanket, getting wasted and reciting every line to the movie Scream. A few blankets away, Yaku keeps yelling at you to shut up and you proceed to throw kernels at him throughout the film, ducking under the blanket each time even though he obviously knows it’s you two. Kenma sips on a beer as he plays his nintendo switch, glancing up once in a while during a loud scare scene. When the movies over, you grab churros and Tets gives you a piggyback ride when your feet start to ache. Every girl eyes him down and you playfully smack the back of his head when he decides to make a joke about it. You beg Kenma to play some IRL carnival/arcade games with you and he obliges, winning an abundance of stuffed animals that you both make Tets carry around for you.

Suna, Atsumu, Osamu

Tsumu breathes a sigh of relief after finding refuge in the corn maze from his screaming fan club; he admits to be more terrified of them than any of the other haunted attractions. Samu eats onigiri and bickers back and forth with Tsumu on which direction they should go. You and Rin are very unconcerned as you pass the time smoking a joint he pulled out immediately upon starting the maze. You hang on his arm and play a word association game that Tsumu finds obnoxious because, “it’s not funny at all, yer both just high as a kite,” and you two endlessly snicker at yourselves. A surprising, yet also unsurprising discovery in the middle of the maze is Terushima. He's laying against some hay, tongue deep with some girl who works at the carnival. “Thatta boy, T.” You slap his butt as you walk by, Samu’s face wrinkled in disgust and Tsumu laughs, internally cheering about how it’s one less girl for him to worry about.

Bokuto & Akaashi:

Kou insisted that you all wear costumes. Akaashi went as a zombie and it took you a few hours to help them both apply face make-up, Kou’s skeleton taking the longest. That’s why you immediately face-palmed when he decides to play bobbing for apples about ten minutes upon entering. You and Akaashi couldn’t help but crack up as he had to walk around the rest of the carnival with flat hair and makeup smeared all over his face. You all get your fortunes read but immediately realize it was a bad idea when Kou absolutely freaks out from the ominous reading he received from the fortune teller. He spends a half hour sulking, spitting out incredibly dark ideas of what she might have meant and you and Akaashi scramble to find ways to cheer him up. The remedy? Bumper cars. You leave later that night, a bag of goldfish in tow that he won you at Ring Toss. Kou insists you name them both after him.

Tsukishima & Tadashi:

As much as you hate leaving the petting zoo, it is even more impossible to pull Yamaguchi away. Watching him snuggle the bunnies is making your heart sing, but your moment is quickly interrupted by Tsukki’s signature chuckles. The reason? He’s just witnessed Kageyama get bitten by a goat. You and Yamaguchi get matching face paintings and pick pumpkins in the patch to carve while Tsukki listens to his headphones and chews on strands of a funnel cake.

ICYMI. Shoyo will not stop freaking out about how much taller he can make himself look in the funhouse mirrors.

FYI, Sakusa left you on read at your invitation. There is not enough Purell to get him to a carnival and how dare you suggest such an idea.

🎃 xo n.pi

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merryfortune · 4 years ago

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Butterfly Kisses

Fandom: Yes! PreCure 5

Ship: Karen/Rin

Word Count: 2.1k

Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Love Confessions, Fluff

Synopsis: Rin attempts to design more of her future but she needs Karen's help for a little bit of artistic inspiration.

Rin had been nervous to call Karen so late at night, but she leapt so quickly to answer the phone, seemingly thrilled that someone had rung, that enthusiasm heartened Rin only to dishearten herself within the seconds of Karen exuberantly greeting her. Rin scolded herself, calling herself an idiot for likely getting Karen’s hopes up. Karen was probably expecting her parents to be on the other end of the line but no. It was just her. Nonetheless, Karen spoke with her placidly and they arranged a means to Rin’s ends.

See, Rin had a little project in mind, but she wanted something very specific for it and thinking of Karen’s greenhouse, she thought she might find that very specific something there. Karen assured her that she would, and Rin was happy enough with that. After all, if worse came to worst, they lived in the information age and she could just go on the family computer or even to the library to find the resources that she needed. Its just. She wanted to see them in the flesh.

“Thank you for having me.” Rin awkwardly said when she arrived at the opulent golden gates of the Minazuki estate.

“Thank you for coming over, I’m glad to be of help.” Karen replied with the utter blitheness befitting of a rich girl.

Still, Rin could feel the weirdness of it. It was strange for them to be one on one at Karen’s place. Normally the rest of their crew were hanging around as well, but the stars aligned for some privacy, she guessed. Nozomi had to get ready for a publication party that her father was taking her on; Urara was on a job for some sort of iced tea commercial; Komachi was at the public library doing research for her next novel; and of course Coco and Nuts had Nuts House to look after with Milk. So, it was just Rin and Karen at Karen’s place. Even though it was maybe a bit strained and lonely without the rest of their friends around, Rin felt that she could work on her project better if it was just her and Karen. There would be more peace and quiet for knuckling down. So, she was looking forward to it as looked through the bars of the gate with her usual kind of daggy smile.

Slowly but surely, the gates began to open up via some unseen mechanisation and Rin slipped through before they could fully open. She flashed a smile at Karen who was already willing to lead the way from here to the greenhouse that she had on the estate grounds. No matter how many times Rin visited, the Minazuki gardens never failed to impress her. The immaculate, green, trimmed lawns; the various water features; the sprawling roads with nary a piece of white gravel out of place. Rich folk were truly rich folk.

It was about ten to fifteen-minute walk to get to the front gates, past front gardens, past the main body of the mansion, and past the back gardens to get to the greenhouse. That big, sprawling jungle of a greenhouse that never failed to transport Rin to another country. It was a lot different to the greenhouse at home which incubated out of season plants for customers who had no idea about the seasonality of plants.

Entering the greenhouse, Rin felt regardless of its enormity or how exotic it was. Inside, she felt as though she could breathe clearly and deeply. The oxygen that these plants produced was thick and sweet; Rin found it incredibly refreshing to step into the greenhouse and Karen followed along behind her.

“This will be perfect.” Rin said, looking around, her blood orange eyes were bright.

“That’s great to hear.” Karen replied. She bounced expectantly on the heel of her foot, hands behind her back, a little bit fidgety.

Rin beamed and she pulled one strap of her backpack off her shoulder so that she could ruffle through it. She got out an artbook and a pencil case that was orange. She then attempted to hike back her backpack onto her shoulders; Karen giggled demurely as she came over.

“Here, let me help.” Karen said.

“A’ight.” Rin murmured.

She blushed slightly as Karen adjusted the straps for her. She even went the extra mile of making sure the bag was zipped up properly, too. She patted down the squares of the backpack and smiled, satisfied, to herself.

“There we go.” she said, rather cheerful. “All done.”

“Thank you muchly.” Rin replied.

With her backpack back in place and with her supplies in tow, it was time for her to get to work, scrounging up her inspiration and she vowed to not let a single tile of this greenhouse go unturned as she was on the pursuit for every species of butterfly that Karen was fairly certain that they housed. But before she could get into the thick of her work, Rin glanced back at Karen.

“Are you, um, content to hover?” Rin asked, hugging herself a little tighter as she cradled her supplies.

“Oh, yes, definitely. I love observing artists – and writers – in their natural habitat. I consider myself quite the naturalist on the topic, if you will have me, that is.” Karen explained.

“Then I’d love to have you on board, fellow naturalist. Although, I suppose,” Rin touched her face in thought, “we’re etymologists – not just any old type of naturalist – this afternoon.”

Karen blinked as she followed the train of thought. “We are, too.” she said. “I promise to keep a look out.”

“Much obliged.” Rin replied.

Feeling confident in her craft and her companion, they started wandering the winding paths of the greenhouse’s insides. Now, officially, they were on the hunt for butterflies so that Rin could have the perfect and liveliest inspiration for the project that she had her mind on as of late. Now that she had an inkling of what she wanted to do in the future, she wanted to solidify it further, to make sure she was certain so her little pet project was to make various bits and pieces of jewellery for her friends and she already had a specific piece in mind for Karen before anyone else.

It was a shame it was a little embarrassing. Or maybe premature. But Rin wanted to make a ring for Karen. Not a matching ring or a promise ring, that was way too much but a ring was still the perfect piece that Rin could come up with for Karen. Even though rings could convey such heavy and intense emotions, it simply had to be a ring that Rin would give Karen.

As they walked around, trying to find butterflies to look at, Rin kept stealing glances at Karen’s hands and seeing them just affirmed the idea that her long, slender fingers would look truly splendid with a ring. Rin became all the more certain in her conviction. She would make a special ring for Karen with a butterfly motif.

First, she just had to find some butterflies to study up. Shouldn’t be that hard. Where there were plants, typically there were insects. And between the two of them, they had seen a nice array of insects inside the greenhouse – dragonflies, damselflies, fruit flies, all sorts – but no butterflies. But that wasn’t to say that Rin was uninspired by what she saw.

Snooping along the various leaves and petals of all the plants, Rin had managed to scratch down many ideas onto her page, just none like the one that she hungered for. It also wasn’t for lack of trying either. Karen was doing her best to help and being Karen, her best was haughty and to the bitterest end that Karen could find. Rin appreciated the efforts, above and beyond as they were, though.

Still, plopping down in front of the main water feature inside of the greenhouse, Rin had filled up plenty of her sketchpad. She was sitting, cross-legged, watching the water whilst she kept her head propped up by her knuckles, her elbows digging into her knees. Her sketch book splayed over the criss-cross of her legs. Trying to be polite and hospitable, Karen inched closer, trying to both avoid any glimpse of Rin’s prototype drawings and trying to do anything but that.

“Should I be going soon?” Rin asked and then she checked her watch. “I’ve been an hour and a half, you know.”

“If you feel the need to,” Karen replied diplomatically, “please don’t feel like you could ever overstay your welcome.”

“Ah, thank you, Karen.” Rin said with a smile, but she sounded a little flat.

Karen noticed and she grimaced, casting a glance downwards at Rin and sure enough. She looked pretty glum.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t see any-” Karen cut herself off as her eyes went wide.

Rin blinked and she tried to speak but Karen cut her off with sudden hand movements. Rin’s shoulders crackled as she was assailed by this sudden lack of Karen-ness from Karen.

“Stay. Still.” Karen breathed.

“Okaaaay.” Rin murmured under her breath.

Karen crouched down and she slowed down. Rin felt her temperature rising as Karen came in so close to her, reaching out to her. Her fingers brushed past Rin’s cheek, curling back a strand of her fluffy reddish hair and then holding still. Karen’s eyes were huge with blue wonder and Rin was entranced by them as Karen stared so intently at something just past her face.

“Can you feel it?” Karen whispered.

Rin blushed. All she could feel was how her heart thumped in her chest. “No.” she replied on the cusp of an exhale.

“There we go…” Karen murmured.

Her hand receded back, and Rin’s breath was taken away. She hadn’t even noticed but it appeared that a butterfly had landed on her head whilst she was sitting down and now, it had scuttled onto the elegant bow of Karen’s finger which made for an excellent perch for it. The butterfly glittered beyond Rin’s eyes.

Its wings shuttered at a calm pace. The scales embedded in them were blue and a magenta-like pink but so, so beautiful. Its antennae twitched and Rin could have sat there for hours whilst Karen held up this butterfly to her. It was perfect. She could already feel the cogs of creation start to turn.

Despite not wanting to spook the butterfly, Rin picked up her book and pen. She quickly started to scrawl down the basics of its anatomy and notes on its colouration. Rin was completely absorbed into the channelling of her inspiration; her determination and tenacity enchanted Karen. From the way she stuck out her tongue to the sweat dripping down her brow, Karen was in awe of the sheer energy that Rin was radiating.

“Okay. Done.” Rin said with a satisfied sigh.

Karen smiled and she had to admit, her index finger did ache with being held up. And it seemed that the butterfly was done, too. It shook out its wings before taking flight once more. When it entered the air, the beating of its wings were unsteady but it even out just fine, flitting up high, as the girls watched.

“Thank you so much, Karen.” Rin beamed.

“No worries.” Karen replied as she got up. Her thighs ached but not as badly as they could have as she did take various etiquette classes, after all.

Rin got up now as well, tucking her sketchbook under her arm, the gleam of all her big ideas still in her eyes.

“Thank you for coming around.” Karen added but she noticed Rin staring. “Is something the matter?”

“You remember our promise, right?” asked Rin.

“Yes, of course, I would never forget something as important as that.” Karen replied, she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Good because, um, I’m pleased to announce I’m making good progress.” Rin said excitedly.

“I’m pleased to hear it.” Karen smiled.

“Not just career wise.” Rin piped up, adding on awkwardly.

“Oh?” Karen blinked owlishly.

“Yeah.” Rin said. “I want you to be apart of my future, too. Part of my dreams.”

Karen was taken aback – even flustered – by the admission from Rin but she smiled. She settled into it, all cosy like, and she leaned in.

“I’d like that very much.” Karen replied quietly.

She kissed a butterfly kiss unto Rin’s face. She was elegant as she did so. Her lips were soft to grace Rin’s gawky, angular cheeks but her eyelashes were even softer. Rin held her breath, blushing, and she gripped her sketchbook tighter. Drawings of prototype rings to promise to Karen hidden against her stomach. In the full gauntlet of admiring Karen, Rin winced, she had to force herself to close her eyes to Karen’s grace and beauty, as Karen, giggling and flirtatious, made sure to nuzzle Rin with all the edges of her eyelashes.

#karen x rin #rin x karen #karin #femslash #karen minazuki #cure aqua #cure rouge #natsuki rin #yes precure 5 #precure #writing tag #merry writes stuff

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lonelypond · 4 years ago

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Nico Attacks: A Campfire Tale, Ch. 1

Love Live, NicoMaki, 1.8K, 1/4

Ayase Eli, Sonoda Umi, and Nishikino Maki are making their way through the woods around the Nishikino mountain camp during the annual Muse Autumn camping trip. Will they be tripped up? How afraid of the dark is Eli? What will happen next?

Chapter One

The sun had set. Late September warm light was done and October chill had crept in. Soldier Game, braving the night, had set out, backpacks and thermoses, to track the trail left...Eli’s jaw throbbed. The shivers would start there. Tighter grip on the flashlight, speed up to be closer to Umi and Maki. Too close, Umi screamed and jumped back, batting at the air over her head.

“What happened?” Eli screeched.

“Nico.” Maki hissed, as she pulled at something, her voice grim, her flashlight shining on the thing in her palm. She held a small doll, dark blue black hair, empty eyes.

“Of course, Nico. She never forgets anything” Umi groaned. “This isn’t going to be fun, is it.”

“Not for us.” Maki sighed, as music, a slightly out of tune piano playing Bach, started to filter through the trees.

“I need a drink.” Eli sat, grabbing the thermos, pouring out dark liquid with a shaky hand, but screaming and spitting it out as it touched her lips. “That’s not hot chocolate.”

Maki took the mug with a smile, “That’s because my wife packed the food, not yours. And I love cider.”

“Stay alert.” Umi ordered, her eyes still on the forest. She’d switched her flashlight to the red bulb, “We don’t know what we’re walking into.”

Eli rifled through her backpack, finally finding a chocolate bar, “Just give me a minute.”

“C’mon, Umi. This is a joke. We don’t have to worry. Eli gets a little scared…”

“Hey!” Eli grumped through a mouthful of chocolate.

Maki continued, pouring herself more cider. “We find where they’ve camped, have a laugh, kiss and make up, see what our children have carved into their pumpkins.”

Umi was creeping ahead, testing out the path cautiously. “Nico’s taunts and texts seemed more...devious than other years.”

Eli swallowed her chocolate, “What did you do, Maki?”

“Everything is fine between me and Nico-chan.” Maki sounded shrill.

A howling wind noise started intensifying and the music picked up a chorus of howls.

“Sure it is.” Eli zipped up her jacket. “Hey, Umi, are you liquid proofed?”

“Why?”

“Just a feeling.”

“This is ridiculous.” Maki bulled ahead, swinging her backpack over her shoulder, strides confident until she tripped her way through a pile of leaves, twisting as she stumbled down the path. Suddenly orange flickering eyes lit in the gaps between the trees, so many Maki couldn’t immediately count them. She’d barely registered that they were carved pumpkins when they started to foam, fluorescent green fizzing as it seeped out and spread from both sides. Then there was a rustle a few steps ahead, and a huge pop, Eli screamed, and Maki heard things speeding through the air. And before she could figure out what was happening, Umi had tackled her from behind, and Maki was face down in a fluffy pile of sticky sweet soda foam.

Umi held them both down until she was sure there was not going to be another explosion.

“I think she left.” Umi whispered.

“She?”

“Someone had to dump the Mentos.” Umi had managed to avoid a facefull of the foam Maki was scraping off her cheeks. “What did you do to annoy Nico this time?”

###

“Mom!!! Wait!!!” 8 year old Dia was rushing as fast as she could, while trying to be quiet and keep up with Nico, who was nearly hopping with glee, giggling, as fellow 8 year old Tora danced along next to Nico, having inherited some of her mother, Hoshizora Rin’s speed.

“Don’t drop the camera, bun.” Nico stage whispered.

“I won’t.” Dia’s indignant tone carried.

Nico figured they’d gotten far enough away from the trail that they could slow down. She didn’t want to be near Umi’s deadly aim when there were pumpkin guts close at hand. She crouched down, pulling Tora in and waiting for Dia.

“That was so cool.” Tora spun, arms in the air, “Let’s do some more. Auntie Maki looked so silly.” Tora dove at the ground like Maki falling into the pumpkin foam.

Nico glanced at her watch, “I promised your moms I’d get you back to camp. It’s time for roasted sweet potatoes.”

“Those are Ruby’s favorite.” Dia announced as she pulled Tora up.

“Nico knows.”

“I can lead us back. It’s that way.” Dia flung out an arm, in a direction Nico realized was the opposite of the camp thanks to trail signs she’d left. Dia wasn’t the best with directions. She’d gotten lost in Tokyo’s train station recently.

“C’mon this way, Dia.”

“What about Mama? Won’t she be lost?”

“Nico has a few more tricks. But we need to get you back to camp.”

“I’ll take them.” A low growly voice boomed out of the trees near Dia and Tora, as hands grabbed their shoulders, Tora jumped and grabbed Nico, Dia running behind her mother.

Nico squeaked and jumped, “NOZOMI!!”

Nozomi laughed, hugging Tora, while Nico turned to embrace a shaking Dia. “Can’t let you have all the fun this camping trip, Nico-chi.”

“Just get them back to camp, okay.” Nico knelt next to her daughter, taking the camera, “Give Ruby a kiss for me, bun.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Nico loves you.” A hug and Nico watched two little miracles follow Nozomi back to where the rest of 𝝁’s was having a more fireside adventure.

###

Maki had gotten most of the pumpkin off. Umi was searching for traps and Eli was searching for a reason.

“So, you don’t remember, Nico, your wife, a walking neon sign of emotions, being annoyed at you. Spent any nights on the couch recently?”

In this light, it was hard to read Maki’s face for a blush.

“Maki?”

“Not recently, all right,” Maki kicked through pumpkins, further soaking her boots. “For some reason, Nico got upset a couple of months ago when I mentioned Ruby was growing up and we were slowing down. I thought we were past that.”

“What EXACTLY did you say?” Eli knew part of why Nico was a walking neon sign was that Maki was sometimes impervious to hints or clues.

Maki rubbed the back of her neck. “Nico was maturing. And being a mother was a good look on her.”

“You said Nico was maturing?”

“An obvious lie.” Umi deadpanned as she returned to the group.

“It was romantic.”

Eli shook her head.

“It was supposed to be.”

“Okay, the trail seems clear ahead.” Umi prompted, as the conversation lulled, “We let Maki take the lead…”

“Why?” Maki whined.

Eli and Umi glared in response.

Maki sighed, “Right.”

“And we proceed as if we have everything under control, no matter what happens.” Umi decided. The rest of Soldier Game nodded their agreement.

Three flashlights, three friends, three sets of boots stepping bravely forward. The illusion of confidence lasted until Eli’s flashlight flickered out, followed by Umi’s, then Maki’s. There was almost solid darkness blanketing everything, wind creaking whistling warnings, and Eli suddenly had Umi in a bear hug from behind.

“I am not carrying you.” Umi grunted.

“Or holding your hand.” Maki snarled.

“NOZOMI!”

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Tora was back. Hanayo relaxed. Nozomi had brought her back to the campsite, along with Dia, who was stacking a s’more, sitting next to a sleepy Ruby. The Kurosawa née Yazawa-Nishikino family had been camping over much of the world, and the American camp staple, s’mores, was one of the girls’ favorite treats. Now, Hanayo only had to worry about Rin, who had just taken Eli and Nozomi's oldest twin, 10 year old Vik, into the woods to meet Nico for some more mischief.

“It was so cool, Mom.” Tora was bouncing, too revved up, but Nico-time was a shot of adrenaline, “We dropped the Mentos, there was fizzing and WHOOOSH.” Tora spun, “Goop everywhere, Auntie Maki looked so silly, sliding” Tora went to leap, but Hanayo caught her, reflexes honed from decades of keeping up with Rin.

“Auntie Hanayo.” Dia was in front of Hanayo, frowning.

“Yes, Dia-chan?”

“When are my parents coming back? Ruby’s tired.”

Ah, Hanayo had planned for this. “You both are going to sleep with Tora and Rin and me, tonight.”

“Oh cool! PILLOWFIGHT!” Tora grabbed a stick and some marshmallows, “Make me a s’more first, Dia-bolical.”

Dia hesitated, staring at Hanayo. “Ruby might get scared.”

“We’ll make sure she doesn’t, right Dia-chan.” Hanayo soothed, “I know some good stories.”

“Ruby likes stories.”

A worried Teddy threw open the tent flap where she and Kaito and Kotori were playing Animal Crossing. “Mommy, Aunt Nico’s new video message is about Mom’s flashlight dying. She sounds mean”

Nozomi growled and grabbed her phone, texting, “NICO-CHI? No flashlight?”

A quick answer.

N: Have a plan. Stand down. Don’t text me.

Kotori, her hand on her 5 year old son Kaito’s shoulder, followed Teddy out. “Is there a problem?”

“Just Nico.”

Kotori giggled, “Good. Umi needs some inspiration.”

Smiling, Hanayo shook her head, surprised by how even now, surrounded by their children, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the woods, sometimes, just sometimes, it still felt like those sunny afternoons in the Idol Research Club.

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Screw it, Maki thought, once she was near the main house, it was going to be a bath. A long, hot bath. Alone. Soda mixed with pumpkin guts was --no surprise - disgustingly sticky and if Nico, the person responsible for this, thought Maki was planning to get anywhere near her any time soon, she could think some more. Maki was going to be alone, in a flannel bathrobe, watching cartoons, eating leftover lasagna as soon as she could.

“Maki.” Umi hissed in her ear.

“What?” Maki snapped.

“This is your property. What’s the quickest way to camp? Staying on the trail is only making us targets.”

Maki was pretty sure there was a small clearing coming up, one they’d often used to camp when it was only family. From there, it would be easy to plot a path to the house.

Light flickered ahead. Eli suddenly sped up, pushing between Umi and Maki. Umi grabbed for her and missed, hissing, “It’s a trap.”

“Don’t care.” was Eli’s reply as she rushed by.

Umi grunted, “We need to be more careful.”

“Yeah, Nico-chan’s tricky.”

Umi snorted, “Devious, diabolical, duplicitous. These are all more precise choices.”

Maki ignored Umi, grabbing a stick to prod the ground in front of them.

“HE…” Eli started to shout and then there was no voice.

Umi and Maki glanced at each other, hearing dragging noises, watching the light flicker ahead of them, shadows of movement obvious as the path narrowed, trees leaning in with a prickly tease, before they stepped in to the clearing.

In the middle of the clearing, on a slight hill, stood a tilting scarecrow, leering face carved out of a pale gourd, spotlight illuminating Eli’s coat draped over its shoulders.

A/N: Thanks to the IdolFanfic Heaven Discord server for an October full of prompts. I'll be posting these in 5-7 days chunks so enjoy. If you want to check out the server, here's a link: https://discord.gg/SGfJm6

The children are the same as in my Idol Protection Program AU, although Eli and Nozomi's twins are only two years older, not five.

#NicoMaki #Halloween #spooky #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Soldier Game #NozoEli #RinPana #KotoUmi #fun #pranks #Ayase Eli #Sonoda Umi #plus children #family fluff

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kusunogatari · 4 years ago

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty | Astronaut ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi, Nohara Rin ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ]

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“Happy birthday, Obito!”

“Wh-?” Stepping into the hallway, Obito immediately finds himself staggering back. A wild Ryū has decided to tackle him, arms around his neck as he wraps his own around her waist to help hold her up. “Uh...hi?”

Standing nearby, both Kakashi and Rin snicker. “Did you forget what day it is?” the latter asks. “We thought she was gonna explode waiting to say hello this morning!”

Ryū retreats as Obito sets her down, cheeks pink and expression sheepish. “I had a feeling you would have forgotten…”

Obito, also embarrassed, itches the back of his neck. “I might’ve remembered if I wasn’t running late this morning…”

“As you are every morning,” Kakashi replies, perking a brow as Obito balks.

“Oh leave him alone, Kakashi,” Ryū sighs. “At least for today of all days? Tease him any other time than today.”

“But today is the best time for -”

Rin, turning to him, gives him a look...and he quiets.

“I got you a present!” Ryū then offers, pulling a wrapped parcel from her backpack. “Do you want to open it now, or...wait until after class?”

“I can open it now!” Eyes eager at the sight of the gift, Obito grins wide as she hands it over. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Wait until you see what it is,” his best friend teases, ignoring Rin as she elbows him.

“Don’t spoil it!”

“I’m not!”

Looking the wrapping over, Obito can’t help but notice that it seems rather like a game jacket...did she get him a video game…? He gives her a glance, only proceeding as she nods with an excited look of her own. With a few pulls of his fingers, he reveals the cover.

“No Man’s Sky…?”

“It’s a space game!” Ryū quickly blurts. “You get to play as an astronaut! It’s all randomly generated, and there’s over eighteen quintillion planets you can find and explore! And all the flora and fauna are generated, so you never see the same thing twice...it looks really, really cool! I know you like space stuff, so...I thought it was a good fit!”

Listening, Obito then looks to the jacket. A huge space game, huh? That sounds amazing! “Thanks, Ryū! I’ll have to play it as soon as I get home!”

“Just don’t put off your homework,” Rin chides with a knowing smile.

“I won’t, I won’t...hey, wanna come over and watch me play, Ryū?”

“Yeah! I’m really curious what it’ll be like! Apparently it had some issues at launch but it’s improved a lot since then. I wanna see all the cool animals and planets!”

Grinning ear to ear, Obito pulls her forward for a squeezing hug. “Thanks, Ryū...you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to! Besides, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?” She pokes his chest lightly. “And you got me something for my birthday. It’s only fair!”

That makes him chuckle. “Yeah, you’re right...I’ll have to have you try playing it too!”

“Well, I...I can try. I dunno if I’ll be any good at it. I mostly play simple games, eh heh.”

“I bet you’ll be great! We can -”

It’s then, however, that the bell rings for first period, and the four teens wilt.

“Welp...see you guys at lunch,” Kakashi offers, retracting the arm he’s had around Rin’s shoulders.”

“Don’t forget we’ve got a club meeting at lunch, Kakashi!” Rin then offers, and his shoulders wilt.

“Do I have to go…?”

“Yes, yes you do. Just grab your lunch and head to the club room. It won’t kill you.”

“...we don’t have anything today, do we?” Obito then asks, turning to Ryū.

“I don’t think so. Today’s Wednesday, so no play practice. And I haven’t heard anything else.”

Obito gives a small sigh of relief. That means he can get home at a good time to play his new game! “Okay, cool. See you at lunch, then.”

“Mhm!” For just a brief moment, Ryū lifts on her toes a bit to give him a quick press of her lips to his cheek. “Hopefully today goes fast, I wanna see your game!”

Under her touch, his face grows warm. “Y-yeah! It’s gonna be fun.”

With that, the four of them split up to head to their first classes.

And as they tend to do on a day with something else to look forward to...classes pass slowly. Obito finds himself zoning out for most of the morning, chin in his palm as he blinks owlishly at the teachers. It doesn’t help that he finds most if not all of his classes to be exceedingly boring. One of the few redeeming features of high school was an unexpected one, that being the drama club that takes place after classes.

Which is where he really got to know Ryū, and...well, the rest is history. They’ve been dating for over a year now, and he’s pretty sure it’s been the best year of his life so far, all things considered.

As his last morning class finally comes to a close, Obito wastes no time in making his way to the cafeteria to pick up some food and meet the others. Ryū beats him there, her classroom far closer.

“Hey!”

“Hey. Kakashi and Rin go through yet?”

“Yeah, they went to the club room already. So I guess it’s just us this time around.”

“Meh, that’s okay. Might be nice just the two of us for once, hm?”

That gets her to smile. “Yeah! There’s a free table near the back corner, maybe we’ll actually be able to hear each other and talk.”

He snorts. “In this chaos? Maybe.”

They snag the table, dragging the chairs side by side and starting to dig into their lunches. Typical idle chatter flows between them. The cafeteria is a hub of noise and distractions, but they do their best to block out the rest and make the best of their brief break before afternoon classes.

“Got much homework for today so far?”

“Just some reading for literature,” Ryū replies, taking another bite of salad. “That won’t take me too long. I might end up with something in geometry, but we’re in a pretty easy chapter right now. You?”

“So far nothing is due tomorrow, so I can put things off.”

Ryū gives him a look, but it’s clear she’s torn between chiding him about homework, but also getting a chance to watch him play. “Well...okay. Just be sure to give yourself enough time so you’re not crunching it the night before it’s due.”

“I know! I’m the master of time management. I can wait until just the right moment,” he replies with a grin.

“There’s also play practice tomorrow and Friday to account for, hm?”

He nods, mouth full.

“Okay...just making sure you remember.”

Obito’s eyes give a teasing roll. Sure, he can be a little scatterbrained, but it usually turns out fine. Ryū, ever the worrier, is practically his assistant with how much she drops little reminders for things. The first of the two plays they’re doing this year is at the end of the month, so it is crunch time for practice and making sure everything is ready. So missing any practice now won’t be a good idea.

But he knows his lines, and the prop crew he’s in is just about finished. He’s not worried.

All too soon however, lunch is over. The pair tidy up after themselves, parting yet again for afternoon classes. Just three more blocks, then they’ll be free for the afternoon.

As soon as they are, Obito flees his last classroom and makes a beeline for his locker. A day without homework! Well...he does have some, but it’s not due until Friday. Which means...he’ll work on it tomorrow!

“Ready to go?”

He glances over to see Ryū, backpack already on her shoulder. “Yeah, let’s go!”

Both of them walk to and from school every day, living close enough to it that the journey isn’t too bad. Even now in February, with a bit of snow on the ground, they make the trek on foot. Obito’s house is closer, which means their walk is pretty short this afternoon.

“Gran! I’m home!” he calls as they head in, stomping snow from their shoes outside and removing them once inside so they can dry.

“Have a good day today?” Sachiko calls back, making her way toward the front door.

“Yeah! Know what day it is?”

“Of course I do,” the old woman replies with a laugh as she enters the room. “I’ve had to wait all day to say happy birthday! I was going to get up early, but…”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. You need the sleep.” He hugs his grandmother tightly, having to lean down a fair bit to reach her.

“Well I haven’t gotten a cake made, but I’ll do that now. Hello Ryū, dear!”

“Hi missus Uchiha!”

“Ryū got me a new game for my birthday, so we’re gonna play it for a bit before homework, okay?”

“A game? For the computer?”

Both teens withhold smiles at the simplification. “Yeah! Just holler when you need help with dinner, okay?”

“Of course, of course. Will Ryū be staying?”

“I can if you’d like me to!” she chirps in reply.

“Certainly! You two have fun and I’ll work on that cake.” With that, Sachiko starts tottering into the kitchen.

Exchanging a look, the pair giggle before retreating to Obito’s room.

They sling their bags down, Obito working on getting the game installed. Ryū, wasting no time in getting comfy, lounges on his bed and starts some of her reading assignment in the meantime.

“Book any good?” he asks.

“Eh, it’s okay. Kinda boring, but...that’s how class books are, really. At least it’s not as bad as the last one...I almost didn’t finish it.”

“You? Not finish an assignment?”

“I know, right? It was just that bad. So this one’s looking better than that, at least.” She flips another page, lying on her back with one leg up over a bent knee. “How long until the game’s ready?”

“A little while.”

“You could start some homework while you wait.” Ryū glances to him, grinning.

“Or...I could not.”

“You heard Rin. She’s gonna scold you if you slack off!”

“What Rin doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he counters.

“Maybe I’ll tattle on you.”

“Pffft, you better not. She’s got enough to worry about without nitpicking me about my grades.”

Ryū just sticks out her tongue before going back to reading.

At least, until Obito clambers up onto the bed next to her.

“...hi.”

“Hi.”

“Not gonna interrupt me, are you?” she questions, not looking from the page.

“Hm...no. Just figured it was less boring to wait this way.”

That makes her snort. “I guess that’s fair. Gonna nap?”

“Nah. I’ll just…” With a bit of wiggling, Obito sneaks arms around her, making her giggle once he finally finds a comfy spot.

“Your arm is gonna go numb.”

“I’ll live. It’s comfortable.”

She just gives an amused shake of her head, still reading.

A while later, Obito dozing, he jerks at the little jingle his console makes when the game finishes installing. “...oh! It’s done!”

“Already? That seemed pretty fast!”

He disentangles himself and sits down in his chair, looking things over. “Yeah, it’s good to go! Ready?”

Just finishing a chapter, Ryū marks her place before joining him in another chair. Excitement alights her face. “I can’t wait to see it!”

Selecting the game, Obito boots it up. An introductory sequence plays: he’s waking up on a planet, seemingly dazed...and alone. The temperature is dangerously low, and he’s already at risk of freezing to death.

“Oh! You’ve gotta find shelter! Where’s your ship?”

“I dunno!”

“Over there! There’s a cave! I bet it’ll protect you!”

Scrambling, Obito directs his character underground...and the temperature starts to stabilize. They both breathe a sigh of relief. “...okay...I need to figure out the controls and stuff.”

As Obito tinkers with commanding his character, Ryū watches quietly, trying to sneak peaks back outside whenever Obito wanders closer to the entrance of the cave. And then -! “Oh! Look! Look out there!”

“Heh?”

“There’s an animal!”

“Oh!” Creeping closer, Obito gives them a better look.

It has...four pairs of legs, and a little bitty head. But a dense pale-green fur covers its body, plodding along amongst alien-looking flora.

“It’s so funny looking!” Rocking back in her chair, Ryū laughs unabashedly. “Look at it’s head! It’s so tiny!”

Obito laughs right alongside her. “What even…?”

“What is it?”

“You’re asking me?”

“I think you can scan things? And you get money for it!”

“Uh…” He tries toggling some buttons.

“Maybe you can’t scan things yet. But oh my gosh...that thing is hilarious. Is there anything else?”

“I dunno, we’ll have to explore. But I don’t wanna freeze to death!”

Together, the two of them start stumbling along the beginnings of the game. Obito starts getting the hang of it, finding a scanner, a terrain editing tool, and his ship. And once they get far enough...he takes off and leaves the planet’s atmosphere, heading out into open space.

They both take a moment to marvel at it. “Whoa…!”

Opening his map, they find there are four planets in the system he’s in. A signal starts coming from one of them.

“So, uh...how many planets did you say there were again…?”

“Something like eighteen quintillion?”

“...uh...how many is that?”

“It’s two steps over a trillion. So...million, billion, trillion, quadrillion, quintillion.”

“Holy shit…”

“Yeah! And you can run into other people if you play online!”

“Maybe once I’m better at it. I don’t wanna look stupid…”

“You won’t!”

But before much more progress can be made, Sachiko calls for them. “Time for dinner!”

“...I thought we were going to help with dinner?” Ryū asks, brow perking.

“You know Gran, she conveniently forgets that part most of the time…”

They head back to the kitchen where Sachiko already has a cake made, and a meal ready to be eaten.

“We could have helped!” Ryū gently protests, only to have her concern waved away.

“I’ve made more dinners than you’ve eaten,” she counters with a twinkle in her eye. “I can manage a few more.”

Unable to retort, they sit and enjoy her hard work, Obito flushing pink as his grandmother insists on lighting all the candles. Ryū, grinning, films it all with her phone.

“...don’t show Kakashi.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” Together, she and Sachiko sing him happy birthday, and then Obito blows every candle out with one breath.

Sachiko then serves them each a piece, Ryū insisting hers is too big only to be shushed.

There’s no telling Sachiko no.

By the time they finish the birthday meal, Ryū admits she’d best head home. “I need to finish my homework and get my chores done...but I’m glad you like your game so far! Maybe this weekend I can come see more?”

“Sure! Maybe by then I won’t suck at it.”

She just laughs. “...happy birthday, Obito. I hope it was a good one.”

“The best,” he replies, leaning in to give her a kiss. “Thanks for the game, and for coming over. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye!”

He watches her go, waving before heaving a contented sigh. It was a good day, all things considered.

Another year behind him...and another to go.

kjfdghfdjhg this is a day late because...I ran out of time OTL Gonna try to at least start today’s tonight but I doubt I’ll finish. Just so fricken busy lately ;A; ANYWAY, just...random modern fluff uwu NMS is actually really cool and people who hate on it are nerds who don’t know the whole story of what the developers had to go through, but...I won’t rant on that xD Ryū and Obito playin’ games and snuggin’ is just a Good Vibe. But yeah, that’s all for this one! Time to try to speedrun 21 xD Thanks for reading!

#obiryū october #abyssaldespair #uchiha obito #suigin ryū #hatake kakashi #nohara rin #best years of your life [ au ]

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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years ago

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I’m Trapped in the Fifth War Pt 7 (Rin, Cu Caster, Emiya, Sakura)

Rin packed the essentials.

A term that Cu Caster didn’t seem to agree with, but that was a matter that really wasn’t her concern.

“You packed your life away!” He whined, hauling the suitcase down the stairs and glancing back towards the other one. “What are you expecting by lugging all this to Hakuno’s barriered home, that you’re gonna clothe that half of the city?!”

“Caster! It’s required materials!”

“It’s books and weights and agony!” He thumped the suitcase down on the bottom of the stairs, one eyebrow arching as someone snickered nearby.

“It would seem my ally is incompetent.”

Sakura held her small backpack and shook her head, shaking Emiya’s arm lightly.

“I know he is, but be nice. My sister really likes him.”

She liked Lancer him. Hell, even Berserker had his benefits. Caster?

“I’m going to die old,” he whined.

Yeah, she wasn’t huge on him right now.

Crossing her arms, Rin glanced up to Sakura and Emiya. “Sakura, we aren’t coming back here until the war is over. Is that all you’re taking?”

“Archer offered to bring me things.”

Of course he did. He probably would just skip along passed opposition staking out the house too. Sure, and he would somehow avoid all obstacles and manage to get her whatever she wanted.

“Go pack a bit more!”

“Rin-“

“It’s easier if we don’t give away our location by simply bringing your servant here and back so many times. Even if he can manage once or twice, it’s better to not risk it.”

“Spoken like a woman who packed her life away,” Emiya purred. His arm was around Sakura though, pulling her along to get a few more things.

“Yeah, enough of this.”

Rin blinked as runes began to run up the stairs to her other two bags.

They were gone a second later.

Her first bag soon followed as she turned to look over at Caster.

“Wh-what the hell, Caster!?”

“I’m not lugging those back. I’m also not running.” Caster crossed his arms, staff in hand as he looked down at her. “We have a few other things to get out of the way as well. First of all, if you want me so badly, you better start showing me a little more appreciation than the smacking your leg and whistlin’ for me.”

“I didn’t whistle.”

“Oh, you did. Right when I was trying to pack up your damn blow dryer.”

Ah, right.

“I’ve seen your little group of allies. I ain’t sure how you know me, but if you want this to work, we’re gonna be compromisin’.”

“Fine.”

She crossed her arms, facing him. “What are your demands?”

“Beer.”

“Done.”

She was used to his drinking in Chaldea.

“…And I want to be treated as an equal.”

“Fine.”

The man paused a moment, his eyes drifting over her a moment before he leaned in close.

“Tell me a secret,” he demanded.

“What?”

“A secret. You’re not gonna change and I can’t make ya. So tell me something that you wouldn’t even tell that sweet little girl upstairs. Something deep and powerful.”

“W-why would I do that?!”

“Because I’ll just off myself if you don’t and leave you to suffer.” He smirked darkly. “I don’t have any problem with giving in if it means I don’t have to listen to you demand me to do things. I’m not gonna be some slave to your whims, Rin. So tell me a secret or make the command for death.”

She couldn’t lose him.

She’d given up too much time and energy for him. He had been what she had held onto as a hope when her mana circuits had screamed in agony and her mind had begged her for a break. Her hand went to the back of her other one, where the command spells rested.

“…I…”

A powerful and deep secret.

“Yes?”

Those red eyes were gleaming. His smile was all too knowing.

This was for them.

This was for her to help keep Sakura alive.

“I can’t sleep without you next to me,” she whispered, a deep blushing coming to her cheeks. “So most of the time, I just practice magecraft more.��

She waited, not daring to open her eyes to look up at him.

“Eh… I guess it will do.”

She stared up at him, already feeling her mood be spoiled as the man yawned a bit.

“It’s more of a fact, isn’t it? It ain’t much of a secret if others can figure it out by bein’ around ya a bit.” He snorted a little. “Probably what let your sister know that you’re taken with me.”

“CAS-“

She was in Hakuno’s kitchen, the runes under her feet vanishing.

She stomped her foot on the runes just for the pleasure of stomping on something of his.

What an asshole!

No one knew she felt that deeply about him.

It was a damn good secret!

#drabble #drabbles #oh caster you sweet lamb

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ace-alex-art · 6 years ago

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Thomas is a prick

I'm terrible with titles. Anyway this took way too long because Parker and I get distracted easily. It's a rollercoaster.

Also theres some really strong language from Thomas in the first half that is derogatory towards women. Please be careful when reading.

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Michael keeps his body small as he lays curled on the floor. His shattered rib cage is burning, and every breath like inhaling shards of glass. His eyes are squeezed shut as he tries to wait out the pain. “P-please… Father…”

A harsh kick to his abdomen leaves the boy gasping. “Stand up.” He demands with another swift kick to Michael’s stomach. “This is all your fault! You pathetic little bitch! So stand up and fight!” The booming voice shakes the room.

Michael knows he can’t fight back. He’s learned the hard way that fighting back and defending himself always leads to more pain, but his head is spinning. His Father’s voice is too loud, and he just wants it all to stop. So slowly he gets back on his unsteady feet.

A strong punch to Michael’s face sends him sprawling onto the floor again, sufficiently erasing all the work it took for him to stand in the first place. Thomas stomps his foot onto Michael’s thigh and tears a hoarse cry from the boy. “Are you fucking deaf? I said stand back up!”

The boy whimpers and wipes his bleeding nose with his arm before forcing himself up again. He was always forced to not defend himself. Always hurt more when he did so, but if his Father truly wants him to fight back then why not? He's going to be beat anyway, so he might as well try to defend himself.

An arm reaches for his collar, and he ducks before maneuvering behind him. That wasn't what Thomas wanted apparently as he lunges at the broken boy and slams him into the wall. “You worthless piece of shit! I said fight back!” He slams Michael back into the wall again before punching the boy in the stomach sufficiently doubling the kid over. “Go on, hit me back!” The overwhelming stench of whiskey on his breath.

Michael doesn't know what else to do, so he plays the roll his Father wants. Hoping it will end soon if he plays along, Michael weakly punches Thomas's chest.

“Good girl.” He drunkenly praises before grabbing his arm and flinging him into the other wall.

I'm not a girl! Michael's thoughts scream. He knows he's going to lose this rigged fight, but he doesn't care at the moment. Michael moves to rush one way but quickly switches to the other side, and he plows into Thomas's side, knocking him into the wall.

That was not the right answer as his large hand clamps around Michael's throat and pins him to the wall. Holding Michael up by his throat, the drunkard leans close to his face. “I could fucking kill you right now, you know that?” He growls. The boy held off the ground; his toes barely dragging against the floor. Thomas pulls Michael forward before slamming him back into the wall again with intense force. “You ungrateful little bitch! You deserve this, girly. Go on, princess. Say it!” His grip on Michael's throat just loose enough for the boy to get a few words out.

“I...I de...serve it…” Michael weakly chokes out. Spots already beginning to dance in his blurry vision. “I de...serve it…”

“Fucking whore. We do so much for you and this is how you repay us?” He spits, clearly too inebriated to remember that he told Michael to fight back.

“...n-no… Sir… I-" The hand around Michael's throat squeezes hard as it cuts off his oxygen, making him slightly kick his legs as panicked eyes pleaded with his Father.

“I'm going to break your jaw if you keep fucking talking! Do you understand?” A minute nod as Michael fights to stay awake when his vision is being surrounded by darkness. “Get your shit and get the fuck out of my sight!” He booms as he throws Michael onto the ground. “Anyone fucking says anything, tell them your clumsy ass fell, do you understand me!”

Hes wheezing and trembling as he tries to regain control of his limbs. Grabbing his tattered backpack and racing out of the house before his Father could change his mind. His entire body screamed in protest, but he wanted to get as far away as he could. Adrenaline coursing through the boy allowed him to run until he got to the Sheriff's Secret Police Auction House before finally needing to stop. He slumped against the building when he finally began to feel all the pain in his body. Freezing when he looked back at where he had ran from and seeing bloody footprints.

Michael looked down to see a small puddle around his left foot. Cautiously using the wall for support, he lifted his leg to inspect his foot. The streetlight above him showed off the semi deep cuts on the bottom of his foot, and something shone in the light. Gingerly, Michael touched it. Piece of broken glass. He didn't have time to grab shoes when given the chance to flee, and he had ran through broken glass without realizing. The boy's hand shakes, but he manages to pull out the shard, cutting his foot more as it was removed.

Everything hurt, but he couldn't just stop here. He has to get farther away. His foggy mind told him to get to the dog park. Nobody goes to the dog park, so he would be able to rest outside the fence. It feels like another hour had passed in the time it took the boy to limp from the auction house to the dog park. As soon as he felt hidden enough, Michael slumped to the ground crying.

At some point the boy ran out of energy to keep crying. His entire body was aflame, and his throat hurt too much to continue to sob. His Father was always careful not to injure him where others could easily see, but he knew a black eye was forming already. There would be a prominent hand print around his throat by sunrise. How would he get anyone to believe he fell and got that?

Michael digs through his mainly empty bag when finds his phone. Carlos gave it to him since his old one was stolen. He said it was a gift. A “welcome to the family” gift. Michael smiles slightly. That was the day they made snow and decided they would prank Cecil and nearly give him a heart attack.

He only had a few numbers: the station, the lab, Mika's cell, Ainsel's phone, Cecil's, and Carlos's. He couldn't call Cecil. He would freak out. Mika would start a fight with his Father, and Ainsel would likely cry at the state he is in. Michael squeezes his eyes shut as he swallows hard. Carlos is going to be so mad for waking him up, but he didn't know what else to do.

Ring. Ring.

“P-please… please answer…”

Ring. Ring.

“I know you’ll be mad… it’s too early… but please pick up…”

Ring. Rin-

Carlos jerks upright as his phone goes off. Who would be calling at this time of night? Rubbing his face with a groan, he feels around the nightstand for his glasses. He gets up carefully as to not wake Cecil, who, as soon as Carlos got up, turned over and spread across the mattress.

Crossing the room, Carlos picks his phone up off the dresser, not bothering to check caller ID.

“Mm...Hello?” He asks with a yawn.

“Papa?” Michael shakily whispers. He didn’t know what else to do. He didn’t have anywhere else to go. Yeah, they gave him keys to their home, but what if they didn’t really want him there right now? Who wants a kid showing up at their door at 2am?

Carlos was suddenly wide awake as his blood ran cold. “Michael?” He asks, stepping out into the hall, shutting the door behind him. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Carlos wasn’t sure what worried him more; the fact that Michael was calling at two in the morning or the sound of the child’s voice. “Do I need to come get you?”

I woke him up. He’s gonna be mad at me. “m-m sorry… didn’t… I-I didn’t wanna wake you…” His voice hoarse from the lack of oxygen he endured and laced with fear. “P-please? I-I dunno if I can walk anymore… m at the dog park…”

Carlos takes a breath. “Don’t apologize. Hey, deep breaths. You’re going to hyperventilate. I’m on my way and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes okay?” He makes his way to the living room to look for his shoes. “What happened?”

Michael closes his eyes and tries to listen to Carlos, focusing on breathing around all the pain he feels. “I…I upset Father… and I fell...” It’s not a complete lie. He did fall, multiple times, actually, but he knew the scientist wouldn’t completely believe that answer. It was what his Father told him to say.

Maybe he could lie or hold back details over the phone, but Carlos would know otherwise when he sees the boy. A black eye from falling is somewhat believable, but the handprint around his throat? The huge bruise that will be prominent on his thigh? The fresh bruises on his stomach and already bashed in ribs? There’s no way the scientist would believe that. He isn’t an idiot after all. But for now he has fifteen minutes to come up with a better cover story, or at least a way to explain what happened without worrying him.

Carlos could feel his heart ache. “When did this happen? Were you followed?” He asks, pulling his shoes on and stopping at the table next to the door to grab his keys. He steps out and locks the door before starting down the walk. “Thank you for calling me Michael.” He stops and waves at the Sheriff's Secret Policeman hiding in the bush under the living room window. “How bad are you hurt?” He makes one last stop at the truck and takes out the first aid kit.

Michael keeps his eyes closed as he listens to the sounds of Night Vale in the early morning. “Hour ago? No… I dunno… maybe an hour and a half since I left? So maybe less than two hours ago?” He tries to think. He doesn’t have a watch that works. The one he has from before they moved had a dead battery. “I don’t think so… I didn’t know I was leaving footprints until I got to the auction house. I didn’t feel the glass in my foot… but he was really drunk and wanted me gone, so I don’t think he followed me…” Michael coughs a little before whimpering at the pain. “ll survive… not much worse than usual.” he admits. “But it was a bad fall… I, um, I got caught on the door knob, so I, uh, I might have a black eye… y'know m clumsy with my ankle and stuff…” he knew the lie was horrible, but he had to be careful with what he said in public in case someone was listening. He didn’t want to get in trouble after all.

Carlos tucks the plastic box under his arm and starts down the sidewalk. "Okay. Keep talking so I know you haven't passed out." With every word from Michael's mouth, Carlos's stomach twisted in more knots. Maybe he should take Michael's mind off the pain. But how?

He tries to stretch his back slightly and ends up whimpering. “Wouldn't be the first time… nobody really comes out to the dog park in the early morning…” Michael gingerly brings his hand to touch where the bruises on his neck are already beginning to form. There's no way he can hide that. “m sorry for waking you up…” his voice soft and remorseful.

"Its okay. I rather you call me than stay out all night. You take first priority always."

Michael feels himself being watched and tenses. However when realizing it's just a hooded figure, he relaxes. Hes spent numerous nights out here, and they haven't hurt him yet. “It's not all night… and I shouldn't…” he mumbles. “m sorry”

"Hey. You are always more important. Always. You can call me anytime." Carlos reminds him, rounding the corner. "No matter what."

Michael carefully shakes his head despite knowing Carlos cant see him. He doesn't have the energy to disagree with the scientist. “I-I didn't mean to fall… I tried… m sorry…”

"I know." Carlos says softly. "I know you did." He looks down the way a little and sees the park. "I'm almost there."

Eyes closed as he replays what happened. He didn't know what his Father wanted from him, but clearly he gave the wrong answers. Wind blows through him as he sits curled into himself on the ground. “m sorry…”

"It was not your fault Michael. I promise you that." He's closer to the park now and begins looking for Michael. "I'm here now."

He shakes his head and sniffles. “It's always my fault.”

Michael hears Carlos before he sees his hero. Whimpering as he forces himself to stand and stumble in the direction of the noise, the world beneath him swaying.

Carlos walks a little further before stopping and looking around. "I see you. I'm coming."

He hangs up the call and breaks into a sprint towards Michael's limping form. He comes to a halt, dropping the plastic box and gently hugging Michael close. "I'm so sorry.."

His abused body gives out causing him to slump into Carlos and cry out in pain. Weakly hugging the scientist and using him to stay standing. “m-m sorry…” he brokenly hiccups. “m s-sorry…” Michael buries his face into Carlos's chest to hide his forming black eye and bruising throat.

"How about we get you home so I can get you cleaned up?" Carlos says softly. He takes a slight step back but isn't really able to see in the dim light. At home he'd have light.

“P-please…” A choked noise come from the boy. “It hurts…” Michael rests completely against Carlos as he cant find the energy to continue standing.

"I'm going to pick up now okay?" Carlos says softly. "Is that okay?"

Michael whimpers at all the pain, but he nods. He trusts Carlos to take care of him. “m sorry…”

"I got you." Carlos murmurs. "I got you." Carlos leans down and carefully picks Michael up. "Let's go home."

Heartbreaking noises come from the boy as he gets picked up. “Everything hurts…” He whines while hiding his bruising neck from Carlos. Tense and scared but slowly relaxing knowing he's safe with the scientist.

"I know. I'm sorry." Carlos says softly as he starts the walk back home. "I'll get you patched up and some clean clothes and then something warm to eat. Okay?"

Michael nods a little. He has no idea how to hide how bad the damage is once Carlos gets home. The black eye? Handprint bruising around his throat? Those aren't as easy as his stomach and ribs. So Michael remains quiet for the walk home. How would he explain it was his fault this time? Really and truly. He fought back, and he was punished.

Carlos is quiet most of the walk home. He doesn't know what to say. What even was there to say? The walk back home seemed longer than the walk to the park but that could just be Carlos' nerves. "Almost home."

“Thank you...m sorry…” Michael softly whispers as he lays his head against Carlos. The scientist is going to see his bruises anyway, so what's the point in being even more uncomfortable?

Carlos doesn't answer at first. Then he says "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

“Why?” Michael quietly asks. “You haven't done anything wrong… thank you for letting me stay over… and coming to get me…”

Carlos stops walking for a moment and lays his cheek on top of Michael's head. "Because I can't help you."

“Oh…” He quietly says. “But you do help… you're helping now… and you help other times…” Michael explains softly. “You've saved me with the car and CPR and nightmares… you are good, and you help me. Thank you…”

"I only wish I could do more…." Carlos whispers, rounding the corner onto the driveway. "Can you stand for just a minute?"

Michael chews on his bottom lip and nods minutely. “Yessir…” he hoarsely whispers.

"I just have to unlock the door alright?" Carlos digs in his pocket for his house key. He unlocks it as softly as he could, keeping in mind that Cecil was still asleep. "Alright. C'mere. Let's get you cleaned up okay?"

As soon as Carlos let's him, Michael stumbles into the scientist. Clinging to his hero from fear and worry of falling again. “m sorry… m-m sorry…” he whimpers. He's gonna see my throat. He's gonna be sick. I'm gonna make him sick. He's gonna regret me.

Wrapping one arm around Michael, Carlos pushed into the dark living room. He does a quick once over of the room due to habit and was startled to find the kitchen light on. It hadn’t been on when he left. Slowly and carefully, Carlos moved Michael toward the light, poking his head in and jolting in surprise to find Cecil at the table with a mug of coffee between his hands. Cecil had obviously not been awake long at all; as his hair stuck up at odd angles and his eyes were kind of dull. He looked up as Carlos helped Michael sit down.

If Cecil had been standing, the mug between his hands would have shattered. He looks over the fresh bruises and the hand print on Michael’s throat. He was instantly on his feet. “What the hell happened?”

Michael immediately tenses at Cecil's reaction. How the hell does he explain this one? His bullies don't attack at 2am. Hell, he isn't even allowed out of the house most days until at least 8am. But the abused boy is scared and doesn't know what else to do except what he's been forced by his Father to do for years. He says what he's told to say.

“I-I fell… m s-sorry…” he answers, looking at the floor and wishing he was strong enough to tell the truth. It wasn't a lie. He did fall, but it was far from the whole truth.

Carlos crouches down to inspect the damage now that he had enough light. His stomach twisted as he looks over the exposed part of Michael's arms before his eyes traveled up to Michael's face. The black eye was already darkening. He places two fingers on Michael's chin and carefully tilts it up. His eyes land on the handprint, and he felt his blood run cold. "Did he do this to you?"

Carlos already knew the answer and didn't know why he asked, but he couldn't help it.

Michael squeezes his eyes closed and chews on his split lip despite the pain. How does he explain this one? He can't just say yes. His Father would kill him if he did, and while he's been ready to die for awhile now, dying by his Father's hands is truly terrifying.

His throat tightens as he tries to speak, but he manages to get a few hoarse words out. “Was my fault… didn't know the right answer… m sorry…” He whispers.

"You have no reason to apologize. None of this is your fault." Carlos answers. He looks up at Cecil. Cecil had gotten up and set the first aid kit on the table. Carlos mouths a 'thank you' before carefully tilting Michael's face, checking for bleeding or broken skin.

The boy sniffles and shakes his head as best he can while Carlos was holding it. "Didn't know the right answer… didnt wanna fight back… didnt know the right answer… m s-sorry I woke you both…"

Cecil waves his hand a little. "I needed to get up anyway."

Carlos takes his hand from Michael's face. "I don't see any bleeding. That's good at least." He sits back on his heels. "He wanted you to fight back?"

A small nod before he stops and shakes his head instead. "I… he said to… got mad when I didn't…" he pauses and looks away from the couple. "Got mad when I did… pushed him, and he grabbed m-me…" he swallows hard. "Couldn't touch the floor… then threw me down and yelled t leave…" he sniffles again. "I didn't know the right answer…"

Carlos clenches his jaw and doesn't answer. It takes all of his self control not to go down there and put his fist through Thomas's face. "Alright." He says. "You're safe now. He can't get you here. Do you want some water?"

He gives a weak nod. "P-please…" Michael chews on his split lip again. "m sorry…"

"I got it." Cecil says softly, standing and crossing over to the sink. He pulls a glass down and fills it half way before crossing the room again and pressing the glass into Michael's hands. "Drink."

It's a good thing Cecil only filled the cup half way since Michael's trembling would've spilled the water. He carefully sips from it. The coolness easing his strained throat while stinging his cut lip. "Thank you… m s-sorry…" He pauses as he drinks more of the water. "s my fault… I deserve it…" Michael softly repeats his Father's words.

"I promise you that you don't." Carlos stands to make a compress. "The opposite of deserve. Trust me."

"No one deserves that Michael." Cecil passes a hand through Michael's hair. "Especially not you."

Michael tenses when Cecil brushes his fingers through his hair, but he tries to relax. Knowing that they don't mean him harm is helpful, but most interactions with hands in his hair lead to pain and being pulled around. He stiffly shakes his head. "I-I do… m ungrateful… disrespectful… worthless… pathetic…" his trembling worsens, and his words hold layers of emotions. "I deserve it… it's my fault…"

Cecil pulls his hand away when Michael tenses. “Sorry.” He says softly. He sits back on his heels again to not overcrowd Michael.

Carlos returns to the table two minutes later with an ice pack from the freezer and a luke warm wash rag. He kneels back down and looks up at Michael. “Do you want me to treat your neck or arms first?”

"S-sorry, Cecil…" he whispers when the radio host pulls back from him. Michael knows there's no getting out of this. Carlos and Cecil will fix him as best they can even though he doesnt deserve it.

He looks down at the floor in front of him. Just past his bare feet and just before Carlos's knees. Staring at the small blood drops on the ground, he answers. "Foot? P-please… I- there was a broken bottle… i didn't pay attention… i pulled the glass out at the auction house…"

Carlos sits all the way down on the floor and carefully pulls Michael’s foot onto his lap. He rolls the pant leg up and inspects the cut. “How big was the glass that got stuck here? Do you know?” He asks as he picked up an alcohol swab and starts to clean the wound.

Michael quietly hisses as his foot ignites when Carlos starts to clean with the alcohol swab. "Um…" he pauses, trying to think. "I dunno for sure… it was from the bottom of the bottle and curved… maybe two inches? I-I was shaking when I pulled it out and it sliced it a bit more… m sorry…" the boy anxiously explains.

“The cut could have been a lot deeper so it’s good you pulled it out before it got worse or infected.” He looks up when Michael hisses. “Sorry. I know it hurts.” He finishes the cleaning before leaning closer to get a better look at the cut. “I don’t think it need stitches but I’m going to wrap it to be sure okay?”

Nodding, Michael tries to keep his leg still. His sprained ankle, which seems to always be sprained, is still bandaged, and now he will have the other foot wrapped up. "m mostly bandages…" he tries to joke and lighten the mood. "Thank you"

“You’re like a mummy from one of those movies Carlos likes so much.” Cecil says with a soft giggle and a yawn. He holds his arms outright and goans.

Carlos starts to wrap the foot and shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’d rather not have my son be a dead body please and thank you.” He secures the wrap and lowers the foot. “What next?”

The boy smiles at Cecil. He definitely needs to go back to sleep soon. "m pretty much already a dead body." Michael points out before shrugging. "Arms?"

“You aren’t dead if you’re still breathing.” Carlos counterpoints, picking up the cold compress. “This might ache for a moment.” He warns before laying it over the area with the most fresh bruises “But it’ll help them heal faster.” He was glad they managed to get a real smile out of him that time. He hears a dull thud and jumps a little, turning quickly. Cecil had fallen back asleep and as a result, fallen over under the table. “Well…..so much for needing to get up.” Carlos says with a raised eyebrow.

"ve stopped breathing before and m dead inside" Michael muses before bracing for the compress, so it won't be as bad. Flinching back when Cecil falls and whimpering at his torso.He's quiet for a moment. "didnt mean t wake both of you… m sorry…"

“I’m glad you did. You are more important. Always will be.” Carlos changed out the cold compress for the warm one, laying the cold one on Michael’s other arm. “I’ll take care of him in a bit. He has a hard head. He’ll be fine.”

A minute head shake, but no verbal argument. "m sorry…" he whispers before glancing at Carlos and looking away. "P-please don't be mad…" he begs despite not saying why Carlos would be angry or upset.

“I have no reason to be.” Carlos picks up the compress and inspects the arm. Some of the swelling has gone down, so that's good. He switches them out again before standing and going back to the freezer for a fresh ice pack.

"Thank- thank you, Carlos…" Michael looks at his arms before remembering that he has to show his stomach. Possibly more broken or cracked ribs, and his stomach would have terrible bruises from the kicks.

Carlos sits back down. "Is something else on your mind?" He asks, picking up the warm compress again. "I think that'll do for now…."

He chews on his lip again. "My stomach hurts… I… its gonna have new bruises too…" he whispers the last part.

"Can I see?" Carlos asks softly.

Hes gonna be disgusted…

Michael nods a little before carefully lifting the hem of his tattered hoodie up to show his bottom ribs and stomach.

Bruises litter the boy's pale skin. Some already deep purples while others were angry red on top of healing yellow and green skin. An indentation of Thomas's wedding ring left just below his diaphragm.

"m sorry…" He shakily whispers. His eyes closed to keep from seeing the disgust on Carlos's face.

Carlos' heart broke at the state of Michael's torso. It was a good thing Cecil fell back asleep because if he saw this, almost nothing would stop him from trying to fight Thomas. "I'm so sorry. Michael…. "

With his eyes still closed Michael shakes his head. "s-s okay… I… I deserved it… m sorry…"

Carlos shakes his head. "I think I still have some salve to help with the swelling. It'll make you feel better and you'll be able to breathe easier. Would you like to try it?"

Michael hadn't even noticed the individual pain from his throat as his entire body was ignited and throbbing. He doesn't want to use more of Carlos's supplies, but everything hurts and he just wants the pain to stop. So he nods carefully. "P-please?"

Carlos nods with a smile. "I'll be right back." He stands and goes back to the fridge, pulling out a small mason jar. He then sets it on the table. "We have to give it a few minutes to soften." He says as he kneels back down. "It doesn't really spread when its solid."

"m sorry…" he sniffles and pulls the hoodie back down. Only disgusting things visible now are his bruising eye and battered throat.

"You haven't done anything wrong." Carlos reassures him again. "I promise. You aren't in trouble. Not at all."

Michael shakes his head. Of course he's in trouble. He caused trouble at home and now he's causing trouble here. "m s-sorry… didn't know the- the right answer… m s-sorry…"

"There's no right answer in this situation." Carlos says softly. "But you're safe now and that's what matters."

"Al-always a wrong answer…" he fearfully whispers. His thin frame still trembling. "m s-sorry… shouldn't've- shouldn't've woken you up…"

"I'm glad you did. You are my first priority. Always. I will never regret helping you." Carlos picks up the jar and unscrews the lid. "Want me to do your neck first?"

His breathing picks up slightly. Knowing the salve needs to go on his neck and will help, knowing that Carlos wouldn't hurt him, but scared of the possibility. Regardless of his anxiety, the boy nods a little and closes his eyes.

"Would you rather do it yourself? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Carlos offers him the jar.

A quick head shake. Hes scared of anything touching his throat, but he trusts Carlos. He already knows something that could kill him, so if he really wants the boy to die, then it will happen. But outsiders can trust outsiders. He trusts Carlos. His hero scientist.

"Alright. I'll be careful." Carlos takes some of the salve onto his index and middle fingers before starting to apply it. "My mama made this when I sprain my ankle jumping off the roof."

Michael tenses as Carlos begins to put the salve onto his throat. He trusts the scientist, but he's still just a scared kid. The boy holds his breath as best he can when Carlos touches the bruised, sensitive skin.

Carlos tilts Michael's chin up a little so he could see better. He is careful to not let his fingers linger on the bruises as he worked. "I'm sorry."

Small, soft whimpers come from Michael as Carlos carefully works on his throat. Eyes squeezed shut as the process seems to take forever. "Th-thank you." He brokenly whispers.

"There. All done." Carlos sits back. "That should soothe the pain. I can do your arms if you like. Or your torso?"

Michael opens his eyes when Carlos pulls back, a small sliver of a smile on his face. I shouldn't waste more of his supplies. He'll hate you. You worthless piece of- "p-please?" He softly asks.

"Which one first?" Carlos tilts his head.

"Um…" he looks down. He can relax more after his stomach is taken care of, right? "Stomach? If-if its okay…"

"Alright. I need to see again. Do you want a clean hoodie? Or a clean set of clothes for when we're done? I'd offer you the banana shirt but Cecil claimed it tonight." He gestures over to his sleeping husband.

A soft smile at the mention of the banana shirt, and Michael looks back at the mess that is a sleeping Cecil. "Please?" He gently asks as he lifts up the bottom of his hoodie. "I dont wanna risk Cecil seeing…"

"Alright. He's pretty dead to the world so that isn't an issue. I'll get you clothes when we finish here alright?" Carlos forces himself to not flinch when be sees Michael's torso again. 'Almost done okay?" He says as he starts to apply the salve in a slow gentle manner.

Michael nods. "Thank you…" He looks down at his battered torso. "m sorry… thank you for being nice…" He can't help but tense when Carlos touches Thomas's ring imprint even though he knows Carlos wont hurt him.

"Sorry." Carlos says softly. He looks up at Michael. "It's my pleasure. My biggest concern is your safety. Always."

"You're probably tired of having t deal with this stuff… m sorry I always bother ya with injuries and stuff…"

"Michael I will never get tired of helping you." Carlos picks the jar up again, scooping some more of the salve out. "Never."

"Y-yeah but it can't be fun… and people get tired of repetitive… boring… useless things…" He bites his lip again, reopening the cut that had just stopped bleeding.

"You are far from boring Michael. Trust me." He looks up. "Be careful. You will hurt yourself more. We don't want that."

"Multiple people would want that." Michael sighs, but stops chewing his lip. "And m hardly entertaining."

"I happen to think you're great."

The boy furrows his eyebrows. "Why? How did you come to that conclusion?"

"I got to know you. How else would I get to that conclusion?" Carlos quirked an eyebrow and pulled the hoodie down, finished with his work.

Michael relaxes once Carlos pulls down his hoodie. "You're biased and therefore it throws out your data." He tries to reason.

"And how exactly am I biased? Because I'm an outlier?" He couldn't help the slight smile.

"Yessir." He weakly smiles. "Therefore you should not be included."

"What about Cecil? Or Lisa? Or Trevor?"

"Lisa is not old enough to vote on any matter. Cecil is Cecil. Look at him." Michael nods at the passed out mess of a radio host. "A complete gay disaster and totally makes bad decisions. And Trevor, well, he probably doesn't even care. He's gotten use to you bringing home a beaten kid and just rolls with it probably. See something, say nothing."

"Cecil may be a mess but you know as well as I do that when he loves someone, he will move heaven hell and earth to keep them safe and happy." Carlos laughs softly. "Okay. What about Dana? Rochelle? Jason? Emmerissa? Mika? Janice? Roger? Earl? I can do this all night."

"Dana is pretending for your own mental comfort. Rochelle probably has a vendetta against you since shes knocked you out and zip tied you to a chair. Jason swallows firecrackers, and it probably isn't good for his head. Em connects to all the interns. I'm nothing more than an intern to her. A pretty bad one too with my attendance record." A half laugh. "Mika has Ainsel and I'm pretty sure they only tolerate me because we are partners for most history projects. Earl can't express how terrible I am because Cecil is his best friend and your husband has a temperament to throw hands. Roger and Janice are same as Earl's reasoning. You're gonna run out of people." Michael smirks.

"Josie? My dead abuela? I got hit with a rolling pin because she thought i wasn't feeding you enough. Khoshekh? Hell even the Faceless Old Woman."

"Carlos," Michael gently places his hand on the scientist's arm. "Are you being hurt by your abuela regularly? Oh sweetheart, are you being abused?" He playfully asks in a light tone. "You're not alone. We can get you help." His abuela was such a sweet woman when the boy met her. Though she didn't really understand why Carlos suddenly had a fifteen year old with him, especially not one that was so underweight.

Carlos snorts. "You and I both know my father was the abusive one not my abuela. You can't deny that Josie doesn't love you. Oh yeah and the hooded figures."

Michael smirks when Carlos slips up with his words. It is early morning after all. "You're right. I can't deny that Josie doesn't love me. It is true and I admit it. She does not love me just like you said." He twists his sleeves. "The hooded figures tolerate me just like they do with everyone else in Night Vale. They probably like you and Ceec more considering you used their dog park for a vacation shortcut."

Carlos groans and rubs his face. "You know what I mean." He smiles softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Thank you for saving me, hero." He gently smiles. "Not as bad as before coming here… m scared t go home… Father will want me back eventually…" A quiet, fearful confession.

"I'm not a hero." Carlos smiles back. "Well you are welcome to stay here as long as you need. Do you want to sleep in your room or ours?"

My room? I don't have a room… I stay in your guest room… "m scared t be alone…" Michael answers instead. He doesn't want to be alone, but it's not his choice. Having already burdened the couple, it is their choice where Michael ends up.

"Of course. Come on. I'll get you situated before moving Cecil. And I'll dig you up some pajamas." Carlos stands and offers his hand.

Relief floods the abused boy, and he shakily accepts Carlos's hand. His legs wobble as he tries to stand up. He ultimately has to cling to his papa to stay upright, groaning at the pain.

"Easy does it." Carlos picks him up and carried him to the master bedroom. He sits Michael on the bed before going to the dresser. "After last time, Cecil went nuts and bought a lot of pajamas so ...take your pick." He grabs five sets of flannel. One with taco cats, one space themed, one with birds on them, one with boats and solid green set.

You're not a little kid. You should walk on your own. Pathetic.

Michael chuckles at the selection he's offered. "Cecil likes to go overboard. Space?" He smiles before quickly adding. "If-if that's okay...please…"

"If he didnt, he wouldn't be Cecil." Carlos hands over the pajamas. "You get changed. I'll go get Cecil."

A small nod. "Thank you." He twists his sleeves before finally accepting he has to change.

"I will be right back. Call if you need me okay?" Carlos says before standing up straight and going back to the kitchen to clean up.

The boy nods, but he knows he wont. With the swelling and bruising around his throat, it would be too painful. Michael carefully begins to undress after Carlos leaves the room. The pajamas are extremely soft, and for a moment he doesn't worry about borrowing their supplies. For a moment he is simply a little kid who had a nightmare and is sleeping in his parents bed to keep himself safe. The monsters aren't under the bed though. They live in his house and inside his head, but they dont hurt him as much when hes with his new family. His dads keep him safe.

Carlos cleans the kitchen quickly, putting the ice packs back in the freezer and the salve back in the fridge. He made a mental note to go back to the park and get the first aid kit. He then kneels down beside Cecil and shakes him gently to wake him.

Cecil jerks upright, nearly hitting his head again. "Kevin I will punch you in your ugly face!"

"Punching Kevin will have to wait. It's time for bed." Carlos says with an amused smile. "Come on." Carlos helps Cecil stand and guides him back to the bed room, knocking on the door frame.

Michael twists the sleeves of his new outfit. Too scared to risk raising his broken voice, he knocks against the bed frame.

Carlos opens the door and guides Cecil back to the bed. "Sleep."

Cecil gives Michael a sleepy smile. "I like space." He giggles and yawns, booping Michael's nose. He crawls onto the bed and holds up the fuchsia comforter. "Bedtime."

The boy smiles back. "Space is neat." He giggles when Cecil boops his nose. Looking unsure at the comforter and sleepy radio host, Michael twists his sleeves. They're safe. We are family. They will keep me safe. He reminds himself before finally crawling to join the space underneath the blanket. "Thank you."

"Neat." Cecil gives a small nod and closes his eyes, asleep in a matter of moments.

Carlos slips under the blanket and looks at Michael. "Want me to leave the lamp on?"

"P-please?" He weakly asks. Pathetic.

Carlos nods and sets his glasses on the bedside table. "Alright. Bedtime for you too."

"Okay…" He carefully shifts to hug Carlos while they lay there. Resting his head on the scientist's chest. "Goodnight, my hero."

Carlos didn't have the heart or energy to argue. So he just smiles. "Good night Pez Pequeño." He whispers.

#my writing #tw abuse #tw blood #tw bruises #tw misgendering #tw degradation #tw strong language #tw strangulation #my oc michael #intern michael #michael palmer #wtnv cecil #cecil palmer #wtnv carlos #wtnv #welcome to night vale #carlos the scientist

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miss-zei · 7 years ago

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I was worried for a time there, that I wouldn’t get this done before Valentine’s Day!!

Thankfully I did! I love these two so much, and I am super happy to have gotten to draw this! I even wrote a little something something to go along with it, I’ll paste it below the cut!

Please do not reupload my art~

Time. It was something Kagome Higurashi did not have much of. At least, that was the impression she got each and every time she passed through the well to reach the past...her friends, and the man she’d begun to develop feelings for.

Serious feelings.

They certainly felt much more intense than they had back when she’d thought she had been in love with Inuyasha. While that had only been a few years prior, it felt like so much longer to the young time traveler.

“Do you have everything?” Familiar words, words that have been said countless times...yet somehow the genuine kindness never seemed to fade.

“I think so…” Kagome said softly as she hesitated in packing up the comically large yellow bag that was beginning to tear at the seams. She couldn’t help but wonder when the day she’d have to replace it would come. Though at the rate things were going with the well...Kagome had a feeling that it would outlive her time traveling days.

A thought that made the priestess’s throat tighten.

“Did you decide against giving him the chocolate?”

Kagome didn’t have to look at her mother to know she was looking at the carefully wrapped homemade chocolates that sat atop Kagome’s desk.

“I...I don’t think it would be a good idea mom,” she said honestly as she worried her lip in contemplation. “I dunno if I’m ready for rejection.” Especially if that would be one of our last conversations, she mentally added grimly. “Besides, he’s a dog demon...it might make him sick.”

Kagome could hear her mother walking, and before she could really protest, the woman was standing in front of her with a warm smile on her lips and the bag of chocolates in hand. “But it might not,” she said as she gently pressed the treat into Kagome’s waiting hands. “More times than not, you need to take a chance in order for anything to actually happen, sweetie.” Her mother then booped Kagome on the nose and laughed softly, “Here I thought that was a lesson you learned long ago!”

Kagome couldn’t help but laugh along as she reluctantly packed the chocolates. “Yeah yeah, of course you’re right.”

“Of course,” her mother repeated with a wink as she pulled Kagome in for a hug. “Now you be safe all right, dear? We will be eagerly awaiting your return.”

“I love you, Mom,” Kagome whispered into her mother's chest before pulling away and shouldering one of the yellow backpack’s straps. “I can’t say when I’ll be back, but I’m going to try to make it sooner than last time.”

The good-byes were quick and to the point, and soon...Kagome was leaping into the well. Right off the bat, she could tell something was wrong, the energy that the well gave off was different. It was unstable, dangerous. The priestess, for a moment, wondered if the bone-eaters well would consume her whole.

However, she did make it on the other side.

It didn’t take long for her to figure that something was very wrong.

“Kagome!” Shippou called from above. “Are you down there?”

“Yes.” Kagome tried to raise her voice, and was taken aback by how weak it sounded. Then...by how weak she was feeling.

“Inuyasha! Kagome is here, I told you!” Shippou shouted before poking his little head over the edge of the well so that he could peer down at the priestess. “Do you need help up, Kagome?” Though before the girl could even open her mouth to reply, a familiar blur of red was dropping towards her.

“Hey, Kagome,” Inuyasha sniffed the air a few times before frowning and folding his arms inside his haori sleeves. “Something is strange about your scent. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” Kagome gestured to her backpack. “Just take this and I can climb up the well myself.”

Inuyasha nodded and did as she asked.

“There is ramen in here, right?!” Inuyasha shouted, and Kagome would bet her left lung that the guy was already rifling through the bag. Sure enough, when she made it to the top of the well, much of the bags contents were poured out across the plush green grass. It had been oddly warm that time of the year, in both eras. Nature seemed to be quite confused, considering the fact that there should be snow.

Her mother would say that spring was on its way early.

“Inuyasha! Be careful!” Kagome began to feel panic bubble up within her as her eyes searched over the haphazardly tossed about items before they landed on the bag of chocolates, and she sighed in relief as she scooped them up and quickly deduced that they had miraculously been left unharmed. “It’s Valentine’s Day, remember?” She chided. “I’m afraid I’ve mostly got sweets in here for you guys this time around.”

“Oh yeah.” Inuyasha scratched the back of his head as his face scrunched up, obviously trying to recall the meaning of Valentine’s Day. “That’s the day with the explosions in the sky, right?”

Kagome couldn’t help but snicker at this, “No, that’s the fourth of July. The two don’t even sound similar, Inuyasha.” While they didn’t really celebrate the fourth of July in Japan, Kagome enjoyed telling her feudal friends of all the different types of days that are celebrated in the present.

The half-demon’s cheeks flamed, and he scoffed, clearly embarrassed by his failed memory.

“Is everybody here?” Kagome finally asked as the weight of the bag in her hand reminded her that she had a purpose.

“Yeah! Well, I guess not.” Shippou frowned. “Sesshoumaru said he had something to do and left yesterday.”

“I tried to fight him on that,” Inuyasha butted in with a clenched fist. “But he seemed pretty set on leaving.” At Kagome’s sullen expression, Inuyasha was quick to continue. “But he’ll probably be back today! He said he’d be here for your return.” Kagome sighed softly, though couldn’t quite bring herself to get angry. Truthfully, the fact that Inuyasha had tried to stop his brother from leaving for her sake was enough to make her smile.

She remembered how completely against his brother and Kagome interacting he had been even a year prior.

“It’s okay,” Kagome said softly. “I’m sure whatever he left to do was important.”

Shippou and Inuyasha exchanged a look before they got to work on returning everything to the yellow bag so that it would be easier to carry down to the village.

It was a nice day, one that was filled with shared laughter and next to no arguments. Save for the few times Inuyasha and Shippou fought over food. Though this only drew more laughter from the group as Inuyasha fell prey to one of Shippou’s illusions.

The boy was still fairly small, though he was almost two full heads taller than when they had all first met. As he grew up, his proficiency certainly grew. Something which Inuyasha was very clearly displeased by.

It was well into the night when Sesshoumaru returned. Shippou and Rin were sleeping, and it appeared as though Sango was very close to falling asleep as well, considering how her head continued to bob along with her drooping eyelids. Inuyasha and Miroku were chatting next to the fire, though both of their heads snapped to the doorway when Sesshoumaru pushed aside the door quietly.

The demon had begun to mask his aura whenever entering the village due to the fact that he wasn’t a huge fan of causing a scene whenever he arrived to visit with Rin or Kagome if she was there.

While this village was much more friendly towards demons who didn’t threaten them, Sesshoumaru was a bit of a pill to swallow without even trying.

“Kagome,” he said quietly, “come out here.” It was an order, though Kagome knew by this point in their relationship that Sesshoumaru wasn’t quite used to asking.

The young priestess stood up, careful to keep the chocolates out of sight as she approached the demon lord who held the straw door open for her, dropping it once she was through the threshold.

“I was worried you wouldn’t get here in time,” she said softly as they walked, listening to the sound of the gravel beneath their feet.

“I said I would be here, did I not?” Sesshoumaru questioned, his voice somewhat warmer than it was whenever speaking to anybody else, save for Rin of course. “What is it about today?” he then asked as they left the village. “You said it is an important day.”

Kagome couldn’t help but blush as the little bag in her hands seemed to gain ten or twenty pounds, and she swallowed nervously as she gripped Sesshoumaru’s sleeve, calling for his attention. He paused in his movements and turned to look down at her with a slightly arched brow. “W-well…” Kagome began, and she could practically feel her convictions crumbling as she peered up at him.

Was it really fair for somebody to be so beautiful?

“That smell,” Sesshoumaru said finally when it became clear that Kagome wasn’t going to finish her sentence. “What is it you have with you?” This question caused Kagome to flinch and laugh nervously.

“I suppose it’s pointless hiding anything from you, huh?” she asked as she pulled her hand from behind her back. “It’s some homemade chocolate, I um...I made it for you.” She laughed nervously and scratched her cheek. “It’s called Honmei,” she said as she held it out to him.

Unfortunately, however, this was when things took a turn for the worst.

The world began to spin, only Kagome was standing still. She dropped the chocolate and began to fall as well, though Sesshoumaru was quick and looped his arm around her, pressing her firmly against his body. “What is wrong?” he questioned. “Your scent…”

Kagome felt an intense throb of a headache began to make itself present, though this was certainly not the most worrisome symptom.

“You are disappearing,” Sesshoumaru stated, his tone lifting a little to show the panic he was beginning to feel. “What is going on, Kagome?”

She loved it when he said her name.

“I don’t know…” she whispered, though her voice was hardly audible. She wasn’t entirely sure if even Sesshoumaru would have been able to pick up on it with his heightened sense of hearing. Was she dying? What a way to go.

Within mere moments, everything faded to black.

When she awakened, she was in her bed and in her own era. The headache was gone, though fear flashed through her all the same as she sat upright and looked around with wild eyes.

Slipping on her slippers, Kagome hurried down the stairs and bolted outside, towards the well house without so much as a glance in her mother's direction when she began to call her name.

She slammed the well house’s door open and hurried to the well, though she knew without even touching it that there was absolutely no magic coming from it any longer. Despite this, she carefully climbed her way down...just to confirm her suspicions.

Sure enough, nothing happened, and Kagome’s mother appeared at the lip of the well with concerned eyes. “Kagome, honey…” It was clear that the woman could guess what had happened. “Come on, I’ll make you some breakfast. You were sleeping for a while.”

Kagome was silent as she stood at the bottom of the well. She watched as her breath appeared before her in little white puffs. It was cold, damp...but that was it.

The bone-eaters well was no more. She would never see her friends again, and she would never get to properly confess her feelings for Sesshoumaru. If she had just done so sooner…

Angry tears pricked at the corners of the young woman's eyes, and she fell to her knees, sobs racking her body.

Despite how she had figured this would eventually be the case...it did not make the truth any easier for her to accept. She hadn’t even gotten to say good-bye. Her heart was heavy when her mother finally managed to coax Kagome up with the promise of a warm blanket and hot chocolate.

Kagome cried for a long time. For days, even weeks. While her tears might have dried up after a while, her heart remained heavy.

Her mother was extremely understanding of this bout of depression that Kagome was going through.

Even a month later, the events of what had happened on Valentine’s Day convinced the raven-haired girl that she was likely doomed to never find love.

Dressing in a red long-sleeved shirt and black leggings, Kagome decided that she would give the well one more chance. After all, what could it hurt? Kagome was already broken.

Upon seeing the puddles that had formed outside, Kagome donned her favorite grey rain boots before heading out.

Splashing through the puddles without a thought, Kagome sighed as she climbed the steps that lead to the well for what could be the final time. Each step seemed to stretch for a mile. She wasn’t ready for the finalty that she knew was just through those doors.

Before she could even make it to the second step, however, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t need to do that.”

The voice took Kagome completely off guard and she spun on the balls of her toes so quickly, she might have been mistaken as a ballerina. Too fast, she slipped on the damp wood and fell face first into the broad chest of a man she had never expected to see again in her lifetime.

Looking up, Kagome recognized him immediately. Even without his markings. He was still the most beautiful man that she had ever laid eyes on.

Sesshoumaru stood before her, in all of his white-clad glory. Though instead of his traditional clothing that she had grown so fond of...he wore a very expensive-looking suit. Kagome would be lying if she said she wasn’t fond of that as well, though it still seemed very strange to see him in such an outfit.

“S-Sesshoumaru?” she asked with a slightly trembling lip.

“I’ve waited a long time for this moment, Kagome,” he said, the warmth in his voice much more pronounced than it ever had been in the past. Then...she supposed that the man who stood before her right that moment was not the same man she had known five-hundred years in the past.

Five-hundred years, yet this Sesshoumaru didn’t appear more than a couple years older if that. It was somewhat dizzying, and Kagome had to grip his arm to keep from falling over.

His arm.

Kagome blinked a couple times before her attention was on his left arm. She squeezed it a couple times before looking back up at the man who chuckled in response to her reaction. He actually chuckled.

“Demon medicine has improved quite a bit since the last time we met.”

“Wait, so you mean demons…?” Kagome grasped for the words that she wanted. “There are demons here?” It was a stupid question—she realized it the moment the words left her mouth. Afterall, with Sesshoumaru standing before her...she already had her answer.

“Only the intelligent of us have survived to this point. You humans have become surprisingly formidable over the years. Though I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering how I had you as a bit of a sneak peek back then. But yes, we are still here.”

Kagome wasn’t sure why, but this fact made her feel good. The fact that even in her era...not all magic was gone.

“I have something that I want to show you.” Without warning, Kagome was swept into Sesshoumaru’s strong arms, and she could feel the prickle of his aura as it flared to life around him. Even then, she could tell he was still concealing it.

The two were engulfed by his powerful energy and shot into the air so quickly, Kagome thought for sure her stomach had been left behind.

“No one will see us,” Sesshoumaru explained after a long moment, letting Kagome regain her bearings. “We are all but invisible traveling like this.”

Kagome couldn’t stop staring at his face. Her heart pounded against her chest so hard, she thought that it might crack a rib or something similarly ridiculous.

Soon, they were slowing, and she realized that they were touching land once more.

When she finally looked around, Something clicked.

She recognized this place.

“Wait…” Kagome said slowly as her eyes finally found Sesshoumaru’s face again, “How is it possible?”

“Money makes things like preserving land simple,” Sesshoumaru explained. “This is one of the places I made sure never changed.” He seemed to consider something before his eyes found hers. “I understand now why that day was so special. I know what you were trying to tell me, Kagome. So I had this place prepared for this day.” Kagome searched Sesshoumaru’s vibrant golden eyes for a long moment, as though the answer to her unspoken question could be found there.

Though she realized it only a moment later.

“Today is...it’s White Day…” she whispered, her throat beginning to tighten when Sesshoumaru nodded his head in confirmation.

“I realize it would have been better for me to go to you immediately, but I thought—” Sesshoumaru cut himself off when Kagome touched his face, her eyes filling with tears once more.

“This is perfect,” she whispered softly. “I never thought I would ever see this place again.”

It was one of her favorite hot springs. A place that she had showed Sesshoumaru once—she’d called it ‘magical’. The fact that he had remembered was enough to make Kagome feel even more emotional than she already was.

“I quite enjoyed the Honmei Choco,” Sesshoumaru said as he carefully placed Kagome down on her feet, a bit reluctant to let go completely. “I realize it’s a bit late, but thank you.”

Kagome couldn’t hold back anymore. She threw her arms around Sesshoumaru’s neck and pressed her lips to his. She sagged in relief when his arms wound their way around her and held her close, deepening the kiss.

When they finally parted, there was a light in Sesshoumaru’s eyes that Kagome had never seen before as he wiped away a few of the remaining tears from off her cheeks. A fierce light. “I’m never going to let you go again,” he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her once more.

Kagome giggled softly. “Well, you certainly aren’t going to hear any complaints from me.”

#sesskagvdaycontest #sesskag #inuyasha #sesshoumaru #higurashi kago #zei draws #zei writes #damn it's been a while since I've used the writing tag xD

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thelibraryatgatsbys · 3 years ago

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Here we have a story that I started recently.

I'm probably not going to finish it. It's called Sonic Boom, and I don't know why I started it, it never really made me happy to write.

(also, since it's unedited, it has "elephants" in it to mark where I wanted to change something/wanted to summarize something and come back to go into detail later)

Elephant: make it so the aliens wanted to kind of keep their visit on the down low, so they could just come, have fun, and not arouse a government after them.

Soleil checked her compass again, making sure she was still headed due east. The valley outside of town was overgrown, filled with tumbled over, half rotted logs from the old building projects long since abandoned. It held a charm in the daylight, but it was just spooky at night, in the mist.

She had been to this place often, but in foggy conditions a compass never hurt anyone. She clambered up onto one of the logs, plotting her path up the steep incline, before beginning. Sometimes she had to jump from log to log, sometimes scramble up wet dirt and leaves, and sometimes edge along creaking branches until the top of the hill came into view.

It could almost be counted as a cliff, but not quite.

Sitting in the pine needles at the edge, she looked into the valley below her, where the usual Saturday crowd gathered around the big tree.

Every kid, 10 through 20 knew about this place. It was miraculous this place was safe for ten year olds, most teen hangouts weren't, but there was something about this place that kept people kind. People looked out for each other in here.

She trotted down the hill towards the huge oak tree with a campfire a few feet from the base, repositioning her backpack. The clearing was fenced with thick blackberry and pieces of discarded wood and plastic from town. A few picnic tables and benches littered the clearing, with two fire pits. The oak tree held half a dozen treehouses, two of which had roofs and could act like houses in a pinch.

She waved to one of the kids at the fire, who saved back.

"Hey, Sully!" The kid said.

"What's up Vinny?"

"Not much is up with me, but Ed needs to see you. He told me to tell you when I saw you."

She frowned. When Ed wanted you, there was normally something wrong.

"Well, I'll see you round, then, Vinny. Take care."

Vinny saluted, grinning.

Into the many tree houses, she climbed towards the one at the top, the most elaborate one, the common haunt of her good friend Edward, the scientist.

He kept track of it all. If there was something you needed to know, from cryptozoology to history to aesthetics to Mario Kart strategies, he knew it. And he had a good bit of it recorded in his diaries. What a weirdo. She loved him.

Inside, she found him staring intently out his telescope.

"What's up, Eddie?"

He looked up, nervous.

"Well, come see for yourself."

She shrugged, stealing around piles of books.

Looking in the telescope, she didn't immediately see something wrong but then it caught her eye. A bright green spot in the center of Orion's belt.

"What does it mean?" She asked?

"Well, it doesn't mean iminent doom, don't worry, but... I can't say I know exactly what it is."

"So like...."

"It's not an asteroid or something that's going to strike the earth. It's getting closer to us, but it's slowing down at a rate that if it hit Earth at all, it wouldn't hurt us."

"Well that's good. Do you have any theories?"

"Well, yeah, but it's kinda dumb."

She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.

"No it isn't. You figured this out before any of the nasa people did, your idea about what it is isn't dumb."

Ed rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, it kinda seems like.. A ship."

"Like, aliens?"

"Yeah. I think that thing is aliens."

"That is so, so cool. You think they're coming here?"

"Well they're on a direct tragectory course for earth. Probably."

(ELEPHANT: this story is gonna be tough cuz it's the 'independant kids doing their own thing but with their parents' support 2000s era w/ whole computer labs and stuff outta bedrooms. Y'know, the stuff you never did cuz you were busy being feral in the woods. It'll take some effort to make this feel natural)

"Alright, so we might meet aliens in a while. How long till they get here?"

"This is the first night I've observed them, so I'll have to take some more calculations. But, given the rate of size increase based on tonight's observations alone, I'd say... Maybe a week."

Soleil smiled, pushing the hair out of her face.

"A week. Gonna maybe meet aliens in a week. That is so cool, Ed. You're so cool."

"Uhh, well, th-thank you! You're cool too!"

Two days later, Soleil got a call from Ed smack dab in the middle of telephone hour. She was on the phone with Darby, who was

discussing the dance from last week, the nerd con coming up, some new kittens, etc. She was expecting a call from Rin in a couple minutes, and was working on a mutual coding project over a chat

room on some server on her computer when the line in the dining room rang. Nobody ever called the dining room phone unless it was important, and nobody ever answered the dining room phone buy

her. Darby was wrapping up anyway, so she said a giggly goodbye and hung up, heading curiously to the dining room.

On the other end, Ed's voice was excited.

"We were right! We were right, it's allens!"

"Yo, that's amazing! How can you tell?"

"W-well, they talked to me."

She stared at the roof, dumbfounded.

"Well," He continued, "not to me specifically, but to the people of earth. And since I'm the only one listening, I heard jt! They said they came in peace."

"Pfft well I should hope so. Do they have a mission or something?"

"That's why I'm calling you. They wanna know stuff about earth.

They're landing to observe earth for a while. We're video calling tonight, and I wanted you to be there. Come to my house at 7:45, there'll be a few other kids there, but not many. Some trusted fellow

scientists. Will you come?"

"Oh yeahl I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll wear some nice clothes."

"Thanks Sully, I can't wait to see you there."

The call ended, and she did a little happy dance. Aliens. Real aliens.

And a nerd party. She didn't know which one was better.

That evening, she walked through the suburb towards the DeLorean house in a light blue skirt with puffy sleeves and jeans with flowers emproidered on them.

A few of the nerds were standing out in the yard, with capri suns, discussing nerd things.

Ed opened the door when she knocked, ushering her in with a smile.

"Thanks again for coming, Sully, this is going to be great."

"You know it."

They hung out for about half an hour until 7:40 rolled around, when they and the assembly of kid scientists moved to Ed's room.

He turned on the TV, messing with the large computer and keyboard beside it, until the screen buzzed to life.

They waited in an eager silence for the clock to strike 7:45.

Suddenly, the fuzz on the screen cleared, showing the insides of a ship.

The aliens were adorable. They looked mammalian, and their body looked like a cross between a meercat and a swan, with a smart head sitting atop am elegantly curved neck. Their bodies long but compact, with two pairs of both arms and legs, with tufts of dull orange fur over the elbows, knees, knuckle, chest, ears, and a tuft on the tail. They had no nose other than two slits, and their eyes were big, red, trusting and inquisitive. (ELEPHANT: LOOK OVER THE DESCRIPTION OF THE ALIEI wasNS BETTER, MAYBE REWORK IT)

"Greetings, human, we meet face to face at last." The one facing them directly said, his voice like helium. He sounded as though he were very excited, but was trying to hide it to be professional.

"Greetings, my friend. My name is Edward DeLorian, and these are my friends/colleagues."

"I am Hilarion, and these are my classmates. We have been sent from our home planet for our first unchaperoned school trip, and we request permission to visit Earth."

"Are you sure Earth is the safest place to visit?"

"Indeed. Extensive tests on our world's show that there is nothing there capable of harming us."

Soleil muttered, "wow," under her breath, before Edward continued."

"I don't know if I can give you permission, I'm not in charge."

"Well it's your planet, right? According to our laws, any lawful citizen of the planet that has not committed major criminal activity and harbors no ill will against the chancellor may give an alien permission to land. Is that the way it is there?"

The humans muttered to each other, trying to decide how to answer. Finally, Soleil spoke.

"Since it's rare we get alien visitors, we don't have a real rule about how they should land. But the way you have described things leads me to believe it would be perfectly fine for you to land here. Is there an adult that you can contact and vouch for you if something does go wrong?"

"Indeed, we can contact any of our parents at any time."

"Excellent. I'll allow mr. Edward to continue discussing from here."

Ed mouthed "thank you" to Sully before continuing.

"A-ah yes, you'll need a place to land, right?"

"Yes. We'd like to meet you, so we request permission to land near your current location."

"Granted. There is a large abandoned field that should be big enough."

"Hmm, ok, we're locked onto your location now and... Alright, yes, I see the field you mean. That will work splendidly. At our current rate of acceleration, we will arrive in five earth days roughly."

"Ok, that sounds just fine. Is there anything we can assist you with?"

"At this moment, no. I must thank you, Edward and company, for being so helpful with this. We look forward to meeting you soon."

The scientists smiled and nodded, remaining professional until the call ended, when they all screamed in excitement.

A similar thing happened aboard the spaceship. As soon as the call ended, the fluffy creatures lept from their seats, buzzing around the room, making excited, happy chittering noises.

Hilarion and his littermate, Gi, danced around each other.

They were going to meet real live humans in five days.

"How was your day, sweetie?" Soleil's mom asked as she set a plate of mashed potatoes on the table.

Sully scooped up an eye raising amount of mashed potatoes, with a bit of chicken and steamed vegetables to go with it.

"It was good. Like I said yesterday, we talked to Aliens, and they're coming earth to learn stuff. As long as it's ok, the scientists and I are going to camp out behind the baseball park for the next four to five days so we can make sure we welcome them to earth. Is it ok if I do that?"

"Of course, kiddo, you pack a mean punch, I bet you'll be fine."

Her mother whirled, giving her father "the look."

Dad looked up from his book.

"What I mean she does."

" What your father means is yes, you may. As long as you are with other people that we've met and there's a phone somewhere around, you can stay out in the field."

"Aww, thanks mama! Hey, would you two like to come with us?"

Her mother looked at her, considering.

"Out in... The brush. For several days. To see... Aliens."

"Well, maybe you could just tag along with me the night they show up. That way you don't have to spend so much time outdoors."

Her mother nodded, looking at her father, who smiled and nodded as well.

"We'll be there, kiddo." Her dad said.

The next day, Soleil stood, hands in pockets, in front of a brownstone house in the city. She was in need of the services of the occupant's son. This was the Rodger household, where the ever mysterious Rabbit lived. Rabbit, who's read name was probably Chad but never told anyone, was a 17 year old working from home, in the possession of a truck, which Soleil hoped to aquire the services of.

It was always hot in the city, so she took her hands out of her pockets. She wore a neon yellow tank top with an elephant on it, and some cargo shorts, and was still too hot. She put up with a flannel around her waist, since it would be cold that evening. The summer light filtered in from between the buildings and trees, in a beautiful way that only summer could manage.

Inside, she heard someone stomping down the stairs, and the door opened.

And again, there was about no way his real name wasn't Chad. Baggy pants, orange t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt, perfect, bleached blond hair, and the most amazing sunglasses ever. Something straight out of star trek.

"W'sah little dude?"

"Quite a bit, actually, but it's somewhat confidential. Are you still offering taxi services?"

"'course."

"How much would it be to privately taxi say, a dozen ner- erh, scientists to and from the suburb for four days?"

"'bout a hundred bucks, I guess. Them lil scientists planning a mad scientist con someplace?"

"That'd be fun. We should do that someday, but for now, until you're on board with the project, I can't spill a word."

Rabbit considered.

"Done. For a big project, I take 25% up front."

"Naturally."

She fished the money out of her flannel pocket, handing it over.

"Meet me in an hour at the DeLorean household. That's 1503 Duck Street."

"Sure thing, lil dude. The truck's got seating for 8, if we're trynna keep the law."

"Oh, certainly. "

On schedule, Rabbit turned up on the front steps an hour later, as the gaggle of 10-14 year olds with camping gear prepared to pile into the truck bed, which was converted into a miniature seating area that could hold 6 people with plenty of footspace. They decided to go six at a time, saving cab space for more camping gear.

Two trips, a long winded explanation of the project, and dozens of bad jokes later, Ed and one other scientist, a black haired girl named Daisy, were trying to make a fire at the chosen campground. The mobile lab was set up nicely behind them, and Soleil pulled a cooler out of the back of the truck, putting it beside the fire pit.

They were tucked in between a big oak tree and the tall net that kept stray baseballs in the ballpark next door, with town just barely visible. The grass in most of the field was tall and unkempt, but under the trees it was almost nonexistent.

Soleil watched them struggle with the fire for a couple of minutes, before offering assistance.

Rabbit walked over to the now burning fire, hands in pockets.

"So, dudes, you need any like... Adult supervision up in here? Cuz... I'm not busy, and this sounds super fun, so like. I. Could stay here if you want."

Soleil looked up, sly.

"How much?"

"Well I guess this time it can be free, I mean... Major scientist bivouacs can be exempt."

She glanced at Ed, who was smiling.

"Of course you can stay."

And so the group settled in for the night. Rabbit produced an electric guitar, realizing too late to save face that he couldn't use it without, well... *Electricity*.

(ELEPHANT: they agree on location and time, and then the humans recruit an older kid with a truck to drive them around and get stuff set up. Sully invites her parents, and they agree to come. Edward invites his parents, and they say they wish they could come, but there is s shallow spot in the fabric of reality and they need to be on guard against it. A scene where him and his dad have a small heart to heart about how his parents love him and respect his work, but need to work on other stuff. Good messages, y'know.

The night before the aliens arrive, the scientists, Sully, a few other kids, Sully's parents, and the truck boys, are in the field, and have a sleepover. The aliens *should* appear tomorrow night, but there's no perfect guarantee, so someone is guarding their little camp 24/7 for the next couple days.

But the aliens arrive right on schedule, at night on Saturday.

Last line is "what should we do first?")

#discarded writing #abandoned wip

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floof-ghostie · 4 years ago

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My support course OCs because I need to get this out in the open

Okay, so first of all, I just want to say that I hc that U.A’s support course has very few students because the hero, gen ed, and management courses are more popular for application, so there’s probably going to be like five to seven named people in this.

Second of all, when describing my OCs I’m going to include appearance, quirk things they like, personality, height, their specialty in support, and some extra tidbits!

Hoka Bushida:

Height: 6′3.

Quirk: Caligraphy (he can mimic any kind of writing just by looking at it. This can also apply to forging people’s handwriting, as long as he has a reference)

Appearance: Tallest guy in the class, very stocky and muscular, shoulder length black hair usually tied away in a bun. Round brown eyes, and tanned skin. Wears the uniform with the waistcoat, and the sleeves rolled up. Often seen wearing flannel shirts, or hoodies out of class. Wears overalls over muscle shirts, and ties a grey bandanna over his hair when in the workshop.

Likes: Anything that has to do with metalworking, or glassblowing. His parents own a forge, and he helped out a lot in early childhood. Likes to visit whenever he can.

Personality: Jovial and kind, but also very loud, and excitable. He often lets out a wild laugh when firing his weapons. He likes Hatsume a lot (not romantically), and tries to keeps her in check somewhat, while joining her in testing support items. He’s basically the dad friend, and makes sure his classmates take care of themselves, and encourages them to see projects through. He’s very stubborn however, and quick to defend his friends. Very good at estimating calculations. Additionally, he’s great at hyping people up, and will never hesitate to hit his friends or even a perfect stranger with support.

Specialty: Metalwork, or Weapons in general. From guns, to tiny blades, he can make it.

Extras: He’s the strongest person in class 1-H. A lot of people are surprised to hear that his quirk has nothing to do with is appearance. He also likes hugs, and cooking. Teams up with Satou to cook, once their classes get more familiar with each other. Loves the company of his classmates, and Power Loader, and Present Mic are his favourite heroes.

Ami Chinen:

Height: 5′3

Quirk: Venom (she can spit a non-lethal venom at others. It only paralyses somebody for two minutes if it hits the skin. She can control whether it’s venom or actual spit)

Appearance: Relatively average height for Japan, petite build, green skin with black spots like a frog, tailbone length black hair tied into a braid, hazel eyes, black sclerae. She wears the school uniform like all the other girls, though with stockings all year round. When out of uniform, she wears lots of frilly shirts and blouses, and she wears the coveralls provided by the school when in the workshop.

Likes: Strawberry anything (cake, the fruit, candy, the pattern on fabrics). It’s her comfort food, as it’s a regular treat she shares with her grandfather!

Personality: She’s the voice of reason in the class. She’s the class rep, and an older sister, so she’s used to being a leader. She’s very literal, so sarcasm and certain jokes, go over her head. She’s not the most creative when coming up with inventions, but she’s great at coming up with plans and strategies. She dislikes using her quirk, but is very competitive so if she has to, she’ll swallow her pride and use it, if it means winning. She’s not mean however, she’s actually good at comforting others. She’s a bit insecure about her skin, so she tends to cover up a lot. She gets along really well with Mina, and Tsuyu, because skin struggles, and quirks.

Specialty: Analytics, and creating anything that has to do with being able to identify and learn more about your surroundings. She’s the best person in the support course to go to when you need a battle strategy.

Extra: She was raised by her dad and grandfather, after her parents got divorced. She and her granddad are especially close, and she likes to send him pictures of her inventions and friends at U.A! Also, she really enjoys Studio Ghibli Movies, and watches them with her younger brother who she looks after often. She and Hoka are pretty good friends, and she likes to bounce ideas off of him, while he reminds her to take breaks and not to overwork herself.

Bonnie Tucker:

Height: 5′7

Quirk: Hair manipulation (her hair follicles are in constant overdrive, so she can grow durable, protective hair at will. Her hair is also prehensile. This uses up a lot of her energy however, so she can only use it in short bursts to conserve her energy)

Appearance: Bonnie is the tallest girl in class 1-H and has shoulder length dark coily hair, dark skin (she’s black), brown eyes, and a strong, athletic build. When she wears the school uniform, it’s usually with the sleeves rolled up, and often (though not always) wears the waistcoat on top, along with black converse sneakers. Out of class she normally wears oversized sweaters and shirts. She has a grunge sense of style. She has three cartilege piercings in her left ear, and one in her right. When in the workshop, she wears baggy faded jeans, and a green “Deep Dope” tank top with a black hoodie tied around her waist.

Likes: Roller skating (her mother taught her when she was younger. She can do lots of tricks, and incorporates that when she has to fight)

Personality: Calm, and quiet. She has a sarcastic, and dry sense of humour, but she’s friendly and emotionally intelligent. She hates being the centre of attention, and is bad with eye contact. Despite this, she is unafraid to call people out on their crap. She comes across as cold, and distant, but she’s actually pretty chill, down to earth, and cool with being friends with anyone. She gets along really well with people from other classes because of this. She’s also something of a daredevil, as she’s constantly trying new skating tricks, and is a natural born problem solver, as well as a quick thinker.

Specialty: Computers, and body extensions. When it comes to computers, she’s good at hacking and coding. Body extensions means that she is good at making thing that act as a part of somebody, i.e prosthetic limbs, gauntlets, clothes that can act as a second skin, special footwear, etc. She studies a lot of quirk theory, so she can advise certain ways that one could use their quirk more effectively. She’s strategy buddies with Ami for that reason.

Extras: Bonnie was born in the States! Los Angeles, California to be exact, and transferred from her hero school back in L.A to Japan. She was the one who created Shinsou’s artificial vocal chords (they goofed around a lot when testing them). She’s often the one to tell Hatsume to calm down a little, when she gets to close to other people. Bonnie has a lot of hobbies relating to graphic art. She’s also a huge fan of Miruko, and the Wild, Wild Pussycats.

Yuuto Daguchi:

Height: 5′8

Quirk: Body portals (he can open holes into his body and store non-living stuff inside of him. However, he gets headaches the more stuff he stores inside of him)

Appearance: Relatively tall. Has black hair, and light brown skin, with black eyes. He wears glasses. Has been referred to as the prettiest boy in class 1-H. Wears the uniform normally, but switches out the school shoes with grey sneakers. Out of class, he has a simple but classy sense of style, as he normally takes to wearing button up shirts, and knitted sweaters. In the workshop, he wears the top of the gym uniform over black jeans.

Likes: Fashion design. His Mother is a model, and his dad is a famous designer, so it’s only natural that he inherited their passion for it!

Personality: The biggest sweetheart ever. Really optimistic, and encouraging. He and Hatsume get into all sorts of trouble with Power Loader. He’s really charming, and is very dramatic (like you could take the last muffin at breakfast, and he’s out here acting like you killed his dog), but gets serious when the situation calls for it. He has the same energy as Aoyama, and to an extent, Monoma. Yuuto loves experimenting with new designs for costumes, and materials, and loves helping others and giving input when asked. He’s also something of a matchmaker, having an eye for romance, and likes talking about love with Aoyama, Setsuna, Mina, and Hagakure, when their classes get closer.

Specialty: Materials and Costume improvements. He’s good at chemistry, and likes making new materials for costumes and support items. He saw a lot of female heroes in his day for photo shoots with his parents, and knew he could create better costumes. Almost passed out when he found out about Hagakure, Ibara, and Yaoyorozu’s costumes. He’s good at improving support items, making them more streamlined, durable, and practical, while still looking cute!

Extras: He was born and raised in London England. His dad is Japanese, but his mom is Pakistani-British. He and Tucker bonded over moving to a new country. Yuuta is also vice representative of class 1-H. He has a tiny crush on Hiryu Rin. He likes his quirk, because he’s basically a human backpack, and can store his stuff inside of him. In his spare time, he likes to design hero merchandise for his classmates, and Bonnie assists! He likes hanging off of Hoka’s arms, because they’re so sturdy and strong!

Reo Hanabusa:

Height: 5′9

Quirk: Bloom (He can cause plants to grow on his skin, and can pick them off with minimal pain)

Appearance: Relatively tall. Reo has Dark red curly hair which he wears in an undercut, tanned skin, and freckles across his nose. His eyes are green, and he has a lanky physique. Regarded as cute by a lot of people from other classes. He wears the uniform without the tie, and the shirt sleeves rolled up. Has a piercing through his right eyebrow. When out of class he has a punk aesthetic (appreciated by Jirou), often wearing blacks, greys, and dark colours in general. In the workshop, Reo wears a black sleeveless shirt, with the coveralls tied around his waist like Hatsume.

Likes: Skateboarding (He joins Bonnie when she goes skating)

Personality: He comes across as apathetic, and rude, and brash. Most of the time, he kind of is. He has no qualms about talking sh*t, and often likes to provoke arguments or suggest a crazy idea to Hatsume for kicks. He comes across as mean spirited, but once he’s made a friend, he’ll be supportive and helpful. Not outright though, he has a reputation to maintain. He’s kind of like the big brother of class 1-H. He isn’t cocky, or self centred however, as he is very open to ideas different than he is, and doesn’t mind letting somebody take the lead. He’s a bit sensitive about his quirk, as he inherited it from his mom and grandmother, both of whom he loves very much, and will chew out anyone who bugs him about it. He roots for underdogs, and underground heroes mainly. Ironically enough, his favourite hero is Kamui Woods

Specialty: Like Hatsume, Reo is a bit of a jack of all trades, designing and creating whatever idea pops into his head. But his main area of expertise is traps and transportation. Nets, capture tools, vehicles, he’ll create both.

Extras: His mom owns and runs a flower shop, and his dad works as a mechanic. He helps out at his mom’s flower shop occasionally, and visits his dad at work when he can. He, along with Kaminari, Sero, Awase, Kaibara, and Bonnie are basically the “roast anyone who deserves it” squad. He calls everyone in his class by their first names, and in return, they call him by his. He’s Black/Asian/Latino (his dad is black, his mom is Japanese/Lantina. Dad took mom’s last name). He got picked on a lot for his quirk at school, as a lot of people referred to it as a “girly and feminine” quirk, so he’s firmly against quirk discrimination of all kinds. Likes teasing Ami, and Yuuta, but admire their skills and trust their judgement. Keeps a lot of plants in his room, and only his classmates know about them.

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