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murasaki-murasame · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on Higurashi Sotsu Ep13

The true mystery of this show is trying to figure out how to even talk about each episode without just repeating myself or talking about other parts of the franchise, lmao.

Anyway, thoughts under the cut. Plus probably spoilers for both Umineko and Ciconia.

I’m not even sure where to begin talking about the fundamental issues this show has at this point, lol. It’s easy to just say that Sotsu on it’s own is bad, but I feel like it’s highlighting the fact that right from day one there were problems with the show’s structure and it’s intentions that have just become more and more of an issue as time’s gone on.

At the very least, I think that it was a huge mistake for them to have the gun cliffhanger happen midway through Gou, and to then spend so much time on backstory stuff and answer arcs. That just cast a negative shadow over all of those arcs because everyone was just impatient to get back to the cliffhanger. At this point I think they shouldn’t have even had Nekodamashi be in Gou to begin with. If they transitioned straight from Tataridamashi to Satokowashi then you could keep the general cliffhanger of revealing that Satoko’s the culprit without making people so impatient to go back to it and see what happens afterward.

But there’s also the issues like how Satokowashi revealed everything we needed to know about the howdunnit of the mystery, or how the whole gimmick of reusing the same scenarios as the VN in order to play both sides and make it technically accessible to new fans really wrote them into a corner and forced them to spend more time on the answer arcs than they needed to.

If we at least assume that the whole story ends in this arc, I think you easily could have condensed it all into one 2-cour season if they’d just committed to aiming this at old fans.

I guess there’s still a chance we’ll get some sort of continuation, but at this point I feel like the only way to get that much more content is if it ends up mostly retreading Satokowashi from a different perspective, which might actually drive me insane, lol.

In general it just feels like we’re already at the climax of the story one way or another, and there’s not many ways to keep it going for much longer without it seeming super forced. Like, Eua and Hanyuu are having their big confrontation with each other, and now Rika and Satoko are both on the same page, so they’re going to basically be stuck in a stalemate until one of them gives up. There isn’t really any mystery left to answer aside from giving more info about what’s going on between Eua and Hanyuu, so I’d rather they just cut to the chase and not drag this out.

We also know from TV listings that a different show is going to taking over Sotsu’s time slot next season, so unless it changes time slot for some reason, we’d probably have to wait until at least January to get a continuation, and I just dunno if that’d even be worth it.

I’ve already gone over my general ideas for how I think this will end, but I still think it’s entirely possible to wrap things up in just two more episodes. At the very least, if we get another full cour out of this then that’d probably just end up only having a few more episodes of actually new content, so my point still stands, lol.

I don’t think this episode did much to change my mind about where this is going, but it did at least clarify a couple of things. Like how Eua explicitly calls Hanyuu a ‘part of her’, which means that I’m probably right about my interpretation of them being two halves of the same being. There’s still a lot of different ways they could explain it, but at this point it’d basically still just boil down to the same idea of them being two parts of the same person.

It’s also more clear now that Rika more or less didn’t really know about Satoko being the culprit until the last minute, and was starting to get flashbacks to the end of Tataridamashi. I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that. It’s kinda hard to believe that Rika wasn’t at least suspecting Satoko by that point, but I do like the implication that Rika wasn’t fully dead when Satoko arrived, since that at least feels like pay-off for Satoko being so cocky and openly monologuing about how evil she is when she thinks Rika’s dead and can’t hear her.

I guess this episode also shows that there wasn’t anything particularly special going on with how Takano decided to confess to Rika in this one specific loop, which is also kinda underwhelming. Basically it seems like it just boils down to her feeling guilty about all of the stuff she remembers doing, but it’s still kinda weird that she didn’t confess to her in any previous loops. One of the weird issues with Gou/Sotsu’s storytelling is that Rika seemingly put no real effort into trying to investigate Takano even though she remembered her being the culprit, and I think that could have been really easily resolved if there was a scene like this in Onidamashi where Takano confesses her sins to Rika and leaves the village, since that would at least give a reason for her to not try and investigate them, and to assume that somebody else is behind these new loops. They could have even just had that happen off-screen and only be shown in Oniakashi if they didn’t want to spoil new fans. It just seems like a really easy change to make that would have made Rika’s passivity and hopelessness in this series way more understandable.

I think we’re also meant to assume that Satoko reacting to the box in this episode was just her faking it, since there’s no real indication that her conscience has returned or anything. But I’m not really sure why Satoko would go out of her way to fake that, when the trap box hadn’t even come up in that timeline. Maybe it would have made more sense if we saw her inner thoughts in that scene, but it kinda feels like they had to come up with some sort of scenario where Satoko would accidentally display knowledge that only a looper would know. Compared to how she’s been almost overpowered and hyper-competent in this series compared to Rika, it has a weird vibe of her being stupid because the plot demands it, lol. Either way it just seems kinda weird and contrived.

We also ended this episode on the gun cliffhanger again, which I saw coming, but it still kinda stings, lol. Hopefully the payoff is worth it. Realistically I think Satoko will just immediately shoot Rika, and we’ll cut to them having a proper confrontation in the meta world. With how they compared it to the ‘miracle’ scene with Takano in Matsuribayashi, it’s possible that they’ll somehow stop Satoko from shooting her, but I dunno. The stuff Hanyuu said about how this ‘isn’t the world that Rika fought for’ makes me think we’re probably not gonna stick with this loop for very long anyway, so I’d rather they just cut to the chase and get to the part where the two of them fight it out in the fragment world once and for all. Which at least seems to be what that one part of the OP is teasing at.

On that note, the only other mysterious part of the OP [and the key visual] left is the older club members in new outfits, which still feels like a bit of a loose thread, but it’s entirely possible that it doesn’t really mean much. For one thing, it could be as simple as it being related to an epilogue scene back in the Matsuribayashi timeline where they’re in different outfits to the ones we saw them wear last time we saw them. Either way I don’t really think the other club members are going to be super relevant to how this all ends, so one way or another whatever that stuff is related to could still just come up in the next two episodes.

Basically the question is just how exactly the big conflicts are gonna get resolved, and what note we’ll end things on. Which also ties into the larger question of whether or not this is genuinely meant to tie into Umineko [and maybe Ciconia] like they’re indicating, or if that’s some kind of elaborate troll.

I know i’m biased, but I think all the Umineko and Ciconia stuff is totally sincere, and Ryukishi really is using this as a way to start tying the wider WTC-verse together in a more concrete way, so that’s what I’m basing my theories off of.

With that in mind, I still think this will end with Rika and Satoko officially abandoning their humanity and becoming witches together, with the sword maybe being an in-universe plot device to depict that process. And with the reveal that Eua and Hanyuu are for all intents and purposes two parts of the same person, I feel like their side of things will probably end with them merging together in a way that creates Featherine, which would at least explain why Featherine’s personality is more mild than Eua’s, and also why Bernkastel is her miko, and why Featherine’s whole name is a giant pun about Hanyuu. It’d also fit with the whole religious motif that Hanyuu has going on if she basically ‘sacrifices’ herself to neutralize Eua. It’s at least the closest I think we’ll get to seeing Eua be ‘defeated’.

And on that note, I don’t really think this will end with anyone like Eua or Satoko being used as a villain who everyone else defeats so they can go back to their happy ending, since that’s the exact sort of thing that Ryuukishi regrets doing originally, and is why we’ve gotten so many redemption arcs for people in Gou/Sotsu. So I think at most we’ll see Eua get turned into Featherine so she’s less actively hostile towards everyone else, but I think this will ultimately end with Rika and Satoko reconciling and mending their relationship.

Over on the Matsuribayashi timeline side of things, I feel like this is gonna end up paralleling Nekodamashi a bit, and we’ll find out that Satoko ended up planning to kill herself in the Saiguden, but Rika and the club will show up at the last minute and she’ll choose not to. Then we’ll probably see her and Rika talk things out properly, and maybe Satoko will find out that Satoshi woke up from his coma or whatever, and that way they’ll all still get their happy ending, while also simultaneously we can still have Rika and Satoko split off their witch selves into separate entities that become the Bern and Lambda we know in Umineko.

It’s possible they’ll do something with the idea of Satoko losing her game and being sent to a world without Rika, but that also might just not happen at all. So who knows.

If they really lean into the idea of this directly setting up for Umineko, then it’d be neat if we also see Satoko and Rika meet Ikuko in the future of the Matsuribayashi timeline.

There’s also the Ciconia teases to think about, but they seem to be going in the direction of Ciconia taking place before all this even happened, so I think that’ll be kept kinda nebulous and unexplored until Ciconia itself finishes. Ryukishi might announce a release date for phase 2 after Sotsu ends, but I think it’s way too early for anything like an anime adaptation of it. I’d rather they wait until at least after it’s finished before they do something like that.

On the other hand, Umineko’s been over for like ten years, so it’d be much easier to do something like a remake for it after this. I have a lot of thoughts about how that might go if they do that, but I’m gonna wait until Sotsu ends and then make a separate post about it.

Anyway I guess now I just have to wait and see what happens next week, lol.

#murasaki rambles #higurashi #higurashi sotsu

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scriptaed · 5 years ago

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his side, her side | 5:00 p.m.

genre: angst/fluff/implied smut; (bold = genre for this particular drabble)

pairing: reader x jungkook;

length: 2.5k;

synopsis: a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be.

a/n: this is not a chronological series; more so, his side her side is a collection of drabbles in which each drabble helps paint the overall picture. each drabble can be read separately without having read the others. // alternatively: his side, her side pt. 2;

her side;

Music—it’s a magical force lying somewhere between evil and good. The closest form to humanity’s long-sought time machine, it merely takes a simple sequence of three notes for the winds to blow, for the skies to set and the clock to rewind, until you find yourself warped in a fragment in time unreachable by all else means.

Truly, it’s an otherworldly craft, one that comes and goes, not on a quest to fulfill a beckoning, but rather, on a quest of its own whimsical accord. In forethought, you were thankful for such an uncontrollable phenomenon that could defy even the grasp of time; but it doesn’t take you more than three ephemeral months of infatuation for you to look back in horrifying awe at the way something so hauntingly beautiful could revive even the faintest of memories you had once misperceived as long buried in time.

And the secret to such a double-edged sorcery?

Willingly or reluctantly, you would soon find out.

<<now playing: i like me better - lauv>>

It all started on that treacherous night midway somewhere between the breezy fall and the frostbitten winter, when the sun prepares for an early slumber and the skies drape a blanket of impending starry darkness, that your fickle heart embarks on a trek of no return. Temperate leaves color the brick road a spectrum between red and orange. Its crunches under your boots accompany the bass of an upbeat track you’ve been blasting throughout summer ‘til now. With a dipped head and a pair of hands buried into the depths of your pockets, the world is made aware of your one-way-ticket to hell—or, in other words, work.

5:00 P.M.

Whew, just on time.

A sigh escapes your lips in a puff just as the wind’s chill on the upper half of your face barren of a scarf dissipates under the hands of your company’s heater. Eyes like darts and lips grumbling incomprehensible curses, it’s apparent to both you and your chattering colleagues that this is the last place you would like to spend a Tuesday night. You scan through the meeting room cluttered by numerous two-seat desks and make your way to the corner of the room where no one could bother your already ruined evening.

Sure, it’s extra pay, but who holds project meetings at 2 P.M. and 5 P.M. in the evening? To make it even worse, why did your supervisor have to assign you to the latter, the worst time slot of all?

Pulling out your phone, you scan through your phone to pull up the list of participating colleagues that your supervisor had sent out last week.

One scroll, two scroll, yup, not a single person you know—oh, well, if that isn’t a surprise. His name rings a bell, one that leans closer to good than bad: Jeon Jungkook; because even though it’s been a name you haven’t muttered since exactly one year, where you had beckoned for the reclusive boy to sit next to you and your friend and he had the audacity to refuse, you can sigh in relief because now you have someone else joining you in the aloof club. Other than the first friendly words you had spoken to him at the cafeteria and the once-in-a-blue-moon tips you had given when he sought for your help, you haven’t exactly befriended that man despite the more than coincidental bump-ins throughout the company building.

Wouldn’t it be funny if maybe, just maybe, fate pairs you with him on the basis of feigned happenstance for just one last time?

If there’s one thing you find amusing in this life-draining room, it would be the mugshot of an ID photo displayed next to his name. Lips grim and eyes looking into the camera, his picture must have been an exact mirror of your expression if it weren’t for your chuckles at the moment.

He just doesn’t give a damn, huh?

“Y/N,” your supervisor points at a table in the center of the room, smack in the middle of other encircling tables, “that table’s off limits. Could you move to this table?”

Nodding, although reluctantly so, you pick up your belongings and start your trek to the middle when you lift your head only to spot the very subject of your snickering; because there he is himself, Jeon Jungkook walking into the room, fashionably late as always, and eyes scanning through the filled room. Reaching the desk, you glimpse through your peripheral vision to quickly come to the conclusion that a few chairs remain unoccupied… one of which is right next to yours. It’s unlikely that he would choose to sit next to you, out of all other seats, right? Considering he had so adamantly refused to take your offer for company last year?

But no.

Swiftly but unhurried in that nonchalant, indifferent mien of his, he seats himself right next to you.

“I know there are plenty of other places you would rather spend your evening at, trust me,” your supervisor announces, “but please utilize this time to introduce yourselves to your partner and get working on the project.”

Keep calm, Y/N, you tell yourself as you slowly turn to face your partner, don’t let him figure out that you remember—shit, does he remember rejecting your offer last year? It was supposed to be a friendly gesture and nothing else! He doesn’t think you’re into him, does he?

Jungkook stares at you. Eyes peering down at you, lips too lazy to even put on a friendly mien, and face emanating of giving no fucks, it seems like an eternity has passed as he waits for you to speak first. Or at least it seems like an eternity to you.

Is this really the same guy your friend told you she found cute?!

“...I think I already know your name,” you deadpan, trying to put on an equally apathetic front.

Finally, he smirks—and when he does so, you think something has your heart jolting. What was that? Judging by his ongoing impression, he’s probably just another cocky bastard. Born with the looks but maybe not so much with the smarts, he must be all up in his head. He must think you’re smitten. He probably doesn’t even remember your name—

“—Y/N,” he greets you, cracking a crooked grin.

What was that again?

The next hour passes by in the blink of an eye. Your supervisor proceeds to explain the project albeit poorly so, but all you can remember from that day was you shrinking away at the sight of the boy beside you through the corners of your eye. Having forgotten his existence until now, you haven’t realized just how much has changed between you two. Just a year older and he’s already popped his own bubble, opting for tank tops and gym shorts instead of his conservative hoodies and slim jeans from last year… probably eager to show off those newly built muscles of his. Remarkably, he’s probably also grown taller—because now, he stands a good three or four inches taller than you. A year must do a lot, seeing how he’s changed from the reclusive boy to an equally reclusive man, and you begin to wonder if he’s noticed the changes in you, too.

Focusing on your supervisor’s wrap-up for the day, you don’t notice just how long Jungkook has been staring at you with those unreadable eyes of his; and when you finally do, turning your head and peering up at him with quizzical, wide eyes, he smirks.

“What?” you cinch your brows.

“Nothing,” he insists, despite how much harder he starts snickering.

“What?!” you gawk, mouth agape in full offense but lips curled into a cheeky smile for who knows what.

Do you have something on your face? Does he think you stink? You don’t know why but your face begins burning beet red.

“Nothing!”

He only laughs harder, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and the apples of his cheeks rising along with the wide grin he slacks open—and at that moment, staring at him in a momentary awe you would recall for as far into the future as a distant year, you marvel at the sight before you.

Has he ever smiled this hard before? You’ve never seen him like this, even with the few friends he had. Or is this a sight others have yet to witness?

Nowadays, when your playlist goes on shuffle and you stumble upon that one melancholic winter beat meant for feverish summers, the expired ache in your heart returns with vengeance.

But in that moment, you were hoping for forever and that was your first mistake of many. If the walls of your heart had managed to fend off many others before, then why did you not listen to the sirens in your head at that very moment? After all, you should’ve known that devilish grin of his lethal charms meant he was only on a search for something temporary.

Embarrassed and ashamed, it’s been a year later and you still can’t listen to that particular song without recalling the moment you fell too hard, too fast.

Maybe, just maybe, you once remarked to yourself, Tuesday evenings wouldn’t be so bad after all.

his side;

This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever had to attend, Jungkook mentally curses with the roll of his eyes as he strolls into the building. The sweat he had shed after hitting the gym had long been washed off after a quick shower and the forfeit of the relaxing winter chills in exchange for the company’s heater only ticked him off further. With a water bottle in his hand, he tosses the plastic wrap of his protein bar into the trash. He then draws the door wide open with utter ease in his hands and a one-way-ticket to the playground in his heart.

Great, not only does the supervisor forget to send a list of participants, but now that he’s finally here to see for himself, he scans through the room, there isn’t a single person he recognizes—well, maybe not.

“Y/N,” Jungkook watches as the accursed supervisor points at another desk in the middle of the room, “that table’s off limits. Could you move to this table?”

Why the fuck put a table there if it’s off limits, then?

In the corner of his eye, he notices the girl rise from her seat, although begrudgingly so, before trudging toward the other desk. Meanwhile, Jungkook had just finished his prolonged entrance into the room, skimming through the room with just one thought on his mind: get. me. out. of. here.

Well, there’s really only a few seats left—hell, why is everyone literally an hour early? It’s either he sits at the back of the room, where he could slack off and honestly would have preferred, or he sits at the very front with someone he’s somewhat familiar with.

Does she even remember him?

Jungkook doesn’t really give a damn, for his feet has already begun its trek toward the empty seat beside her. Judging from the few interactions he had with her, she never really seemed to take a liking to him. She was friendly, no doubt, but maybe too friendly. She probably even realized her own unnecessary benevolence, for Jungkook recalls the multitude of times she had purposely ignored his presence ever since that one time he declined the offer to sit beside her in the cafeteria. Now, she probably saw him as the dumb guy at work who asked her too many questions.

Maybe now he’ll finally get a chance to really know her.

The supervisor babbles a bunch of shit, and before he knows it, people are chattering again and Jungkook mentally cursed at himself for zoning out. Turning around, he looks down at the girl beside him. Is it just him or does she not look too pleased? Well, not that he really cares. It’s not like she’s acquainted with him, nor is she obligated to smile.

“...I think I already know your name,” the girl mutters.

Oh, so she does remember, Jungkook can’t help the lopsided grin that escapes onto his lips.

“Y/N,” Jungkook utters simply, returning his attention to the front of the room where the supervisor continues speaking and failing to notice the look on his partner’s face.

The next hour passes by dreadfully slowly. In fact, it takes Jungkook everything not to rest his head on the table and ask Y/N to wake up from his nap once the supervisor was done. Instead, his mind wanders elsewhere…

Why did he sign up for this again? Oh, right, he needed the cash, and this time fits perfectly after his gym sessions.

Why did he choose this seat then? Well, beats him. Something about his constant run-ins with Y/N has even him, the most indifferent of them all, scratching his head. It’s almost as if this is fate’s own way of begging for him to give her a chance.

Does she actually hate him? Still, Jungkook wouldn’t mind either way, although he wouldn’t say he isn’t curious. Considering how she still remembers his name, however, something tells him she doesn’t exactly despise him, and that’s a bit of a relief. Why? Well, no, he doesn’t really care. Really.

She’s changed a bit, Jungkook remarks as he turns to take a look at his partner. He recalls her long locks from orientation as well as the beginning of the year when she had cut them short. Now that another half year has passed, her hair had somehow returned to its original length… or to whatever extent of a difference a boy like Jungkook could notice. She’s gained a bit of weight, or maybe that’s because she’s bundled underneath all her winter layers as compared to the halter romper he had first seen her in at orientation. Either way, she looks… different, perhaps a year more mature. One thing that hasn’t changed though, he observes as he watches her devote every ounce of attention on the rambling supervisor, is her undeniable work ethic…

...maybe that’s why he caught wind of a certain nerd, Taehyung, crushing hard on his infamous partner who had ghosted the poor boy.

And yet, here he is, Jungkook muses with a half-smile, sitting next to that very infamous girl.

Something about that thought gives him power and he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“What?” she says a bit more offended than he would have expected.

“Nothing,” he says truthfully, because to him, there really isn’t anything to say.

What? Is he supposed to apologize for staring?

“What?!” she repeats.

The confusing mix between offence and laughter that plasters across her reddening face only amuses Jungkook further; and at that moment, he figures there’s something oddly satisfying about teasing this girl.

“Nothing!”

The boy doesn’t notice it until he’s already burst into laughter, a full leap beyond his usual chuckles done out of social obligation, but he’s actually laughing. Mouth agape, teeth showing, eyes squinting into crescents, he really doesn’t know what he’s laughing at and he doesn’t really care that others are staring at the two of you.

Hey, maybe gym sessions aren’t the only form of entertainment he’ll be looking forward to on Tuesday nights.

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smol-and-grumpy · 5 years ago

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Something Just Like This - CH12

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: Violence, a little NSFW

WC: 3847

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean calls Sammy on the way to the bunker as a way of distraction and also to update Sam on things. Sammy always wants Dean to update him on what’s happening, even though he’s out of the organization (because Dean wanted it that way) and Sam damn well knows that he shouldn’t know too much about all the things anyway, but he’s fucking stubborn. Dean sometimes wonders where his brother's stubbornness comes from.

To Dean’s surprise, Sam wasn’t really shocked about the Jo thing, he’s more interested in how Y/N ended up at Dean’s place and what’s happening between them. Dean couldn’t answer the questions even if he wanted to, mainly because he doesn’t know it himself. It’s all too new, and he still needs to adjust himself to feel all the things he feels. Doesn’t mean that it’s bad. It’s quite good actually, maybe too good, too.

As soon as he arrives, Dean storms through the bunker door and runs down the winding stairs. His steps echoed in the large space.

“Where is she?” He shouts out, his voice deep and loud as he hurries down where he knows she is.

And that’s the thing, Dean knows exactly where Cas put her, it’s just courtesy of him to inform Cas so the other man can stop him from doing something stupid once he gets to Jo. And boy does he want to do something stupid, something his hands were itching to do since Y/N called him from Jo’s phone.

“Dean!” Cas calls out, breaking into a run to keep up with him.

“Did she talk?” Dean growls, walking swiftly through winding corridors.

Cas has a hard time keeping up, almost trips but can save himself gracefully, “No, didn’t say a word,”

“That’s what I thought,” Dean arrives at the door to the dungeon and pushes it open, revealing Jo. The blonde woman is bound to a chair, her face bruised and swollen, and Dean guesses that Cas also has something to with it, and it wasn’t only Y/N who did this to her. He can’t help but feel a little proud of his girl. Well, not yet his, but it already feels awfully like she is.

His grip tightens around the gun he grabbed from his glove compartment before he entered the bunker, and he draws it from his holster as he hurriedly strides towards the chair Jo’s sitting on. He stops a mere inch from the blonde woman’s face, making her stare into the barrel of his Colt with wide eyes.

“What the fuck did you want from her, huh? Tell me, Jo!” Dean’s breathing hard, his heart is pounding out of his chest, adrenaline surges through his veins.

“Dean, don’t,” Cas says, “I mean, not now. Later, maybe.”

Jo chuckles, “Yeah, listen to Cas, Dean.”

Dean knows that Cas is right. He wishes Cas wasn’t though.

Hesitantly, Dean lowers his gun, puts it back into its holster and walks around behind Jo, his fingers grab a handful of hair at the top of her head and pulls her head back forcefully, making Jo whimper in pain. He lowers his face to speak next to her ear, “What the fuck did you want her for?”

“Ah,” Jo gasps, “You always liked it rough, didn’t you, Dean?”

“Fuck you,” He hisses, releases her head with a push, and walks around to the front again, “Just know something, alright? I really hate hitting women, and to be honest, I don’t think I ever did hit a woman in my life. But you? You really fucking deserve it.” He slaps her across her face with his left hand. It wasn’t that hard either. Not yet. He can’t go in too hard, he needs room to be able to step up his game.

Jo bites her lip in the process, blood drips down her chin, dropping onto her already stained shirt. She looks back to Dean, and he can see the corner of her lips curving up to a smirk, despite having just been slapped. She’s a feisty little bitch, he should have known.

“Since when is it all about the girl? It’s not about me being a snitch anymore, is it?” Jo spits onto the floor, a mixture of blood and saliva. It almost hits Cas’ shoe who’s standing next to Dean, and as a protective measure, Cas takes a step back. “Oh Dean, what happened to you? You getting soft, ain’tcha? You hit me because of a damn girl you didn’t even fuck?”

Dean surges forward, places his hands around Jo’s throat and squeezes as he lowers his head and whispers into her ear, “You try that again, I won’t have a problem putting a bullet through your fucking head, Jo.”

“Uhh… Kinky,” Jo answers, her voice strained but still, she tries to talk, tries to rile Dean up, he knows, “Can you be as rough with her as you were with me, huh? I can imagine that she’s more a vanilla kinda girl. You’ll bore yourself to death with her, Dean.”

Dean chokes her more, making her look him in the eye and she’s already zoning out by the lack of air that reaches her brain.

“The worst mistake I ever made, — and believe me, I regretted it every day — was letting you talk me into fucking you and not just once. It’s all on me, I get that,” Dean’s grip on her loses quickly to make her come back to her senses so she can still hear him, “And to tell you the truth? I didn’t even enjoy it, and your screams were a turn off. All I wanted was for you to shut your damn fucking mouth. Why do you think I fucked your face for so long and barely fucked you for real? Why do you think I’ve never once taken an item of clothing off? Because I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could!”

Cas snorts out loud from the back.

“See? Cas knows what I’m talking about because I’m sure that you did the same to him too, tried to fuck your way up, didn’t you, Jo? And when it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to, you turned to Lucifer.” Dean lets go of her throat, letting her catch her breath. Jo coughs, her eyes are teary.

She spits more blood onto the floor, “Fuck you!”

“What did he pay you to manipulate me, Jo, huh? Tell me how many cocks did you suck to land yourself a gig for him?” Dean snickers, “Did he promise you a place on his right side? You fucking know that if he wanted to, he could just sell you, right?”

Jo looks at him, and Dean could see the anger in her eyes, but there’s also something else — madness. Since when did she change? It’s like he doesn’t even see the real Jo any more, that’s not the girl Dean used to know.

“One thing is pretty clear. You won’t get out of this bunker.” Dean’s voice is low and steady.

Jo coughs some more before she returns to her poker face, “Ah, I like it here, you know. A fucking bunker! Why did no one tell me about it? You didn’t even trust me enough?”

“And we were right we didn’t,” Cas adds dryly.

Jo starts to laugh, “You guys really think I’m the only snitch, don’t you? It’s so cute of you.”

“What do you mean?” Dean raises his eyebrow.

“What I said. There’s more than me. Lucifer just pays way more, you know? And I didn’t even have to suck cock for it!” She looks at Dean and damn winks.

He slaps her again, harder this time. “You fucking greedy bitch,”

“Jo, I would suggest that you talk or you’ll be dead. I highly doubt that you really want to die. And if it’s not us, then Lucifer for sure will kill you if he knows that we kept you and you talked to us, even if you won’t say jack squat.” Cas comes to stand next to Dean.

“I need something before I talk, you fucking bastards!”

Dean looks at Cas and sighs, “Yeah, I agree. I need a fucking drink!”

He has a feeling that it’s only the beginning of a long fucking evening.

After Dean had left, Y/N dashes into her bedroom and grabs the case files she pushed under her bed to hide it from Dean.

Jesus, how stupid of her to leave them lying around while she was out.

She hoped that Dean didn’t notice. She actually didn’t want him to come up here at all but he was so determined and she’s weak, she knows. Weak because she too, didn’t want to part from him.

These fucking feelings, seriously. It’s going to jeopardize the whole operation, she just knows that they will. She’s never been so careless before, her line of work doesn’t allow that. She’s usually very professional.

Usually.

That’s before she met him.

Maybe there’s a way out?

Y/N sighs because she knows that there isn’t. At least not one that would leave both of them happy. Perhaps she could take that fall? Perhaps she could somehow get out of all this so that Dean can go on with whatever he’s doing? She’s sure now that he has a good heart and the vengeance she felt she needed… it’s not there anymore. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that her father is dead, she sees that now.

She cleans out her room as best as she can and hides the things she doesn’t want people — Dean in particular — to see into her safe and locks it up before she looks around with her hands braced on her hips, admiring the work she did in cleaning up her apartment.

Sending a text out to Linda after, she arranges for a meeting but before doing that, she’s going to take another shower. One that she needs because she’s all sticky down there and it would calm her heart, maybe it’ll also ease the aching between her thighs.

In the shower, Y/N can’t help but think of Dean, smirks to herself, and blushes because how can she not. They kissed, and fuck, if it wasn’t nice she doesn’t know what is. Her heart flutters the more she thinks of him and instead of the water washing away the stickiness, her body just adds even more of that sticky sweet thing for her to wash away.

While she washes herself down there, she braces her foot on the bathtub, is thankful for having a combined shower/bathtub thing because it makes being naughty in the shower so much easier.

Y/N carefully slips a finger in, moans a little at how good it feels. With her other hand, she uses her showerhead, aiming it at her clit as she probes at her entrance with another finger. She massages her clit with the showerhead while she fucks herself on her two fingers, she never dared to use three, thinks it might be too much. Her two fingers stretch her just enough and she moans as the water stream hits the right place. She pants and closes her eyes, thinks of Dean, of his lips on her, of his big hand around her, of his fucking big cock inside of his sweats that she felt against her thighs.

She can’t help but wonder if he would fit, kind of guesses that she needs to prep herself if she wants to accommodate the whole of him. Her legs start to tremble as she comes with a loud moan and she bites down on her bottom lip as she feels the flush of her cheek. Is a little ashamed of herself, ashamed that she came with Dean on her mind, can’t lie about that because it’s a first for her. The first time she ever thought about anyone and not just let the overwhelming lust take over when she does it. Not that she’s doing much of it in the first place.

She debates on taking a nap after her shower, but knows that if she would fall asleep now, that she’s mostly going to sleep through her alarm, which would also mean that she would sleep through the meeting she should be having with Linda and there’s no way that she can miss that one.

Cas follows Dean out of the dungeon, leaving Jo behind who screams for both of them to come the fuck back but the voice is cut off — when she’s about to throw in some more profanities — when the door slams close.

They walked back into the library together, wordlessly.

Dean goes straight for the little bar he had once set up since they made the bunker their HQ, pouring two fingers full of whiskey into a tumbler and downs them straight before he pours another three fingers while Cas just watches. He looks back to see the blue-eyed man watching him and Dean raises his eyebrow in question. “You want a drink?”

“No, no,” Cas says and pulls the closest chair to sit down, waits for Dean to join him.

“Ugh,” Dean sighs as his heavy body thumps down into a chair across from Cas.

“What a day, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” Dean takes another sip, squints a little at the burn but welcomes it nonetheless.

“What do we do now?” Cas asks, pressing the fingers of his hands together and releasing them like it’s something that calms him down. “Do we keep her alive? Do we treat her like all the others?”

Dean let Cas’ questions sink in, taking another sip and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“No,” Dean says then, “Yeah, no. We keep her alive. For the time being at least. I want someone with her during the day. We talk to her, we make her rethink her stance. When I look at her, I don’t see the Jo I know. I see some madwoman. Maybe we can get the old Jo to come back.”

Cas nods his agreement. “What if she doesn’t come around?”

“We take one day at a time, Cas. We have to try. I owe her family that much.”

“So, who do you wanna put on her?”

Dean huffs before taking another gulp of his drink. “You, me. Sam. Even though I don’t like Sam to be involved at all, so we only ask him if we really have to.”

“That’s not enough to cover the days.”

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t trust anyone with the information about this bunker.” Dean licks his lips. “Not until I know if there are other fucking traitors around. We’ll get Rufus, Bobby, Inias, Donatello too. Maybe Jess and Rowena can come around to keep her company as well.”

Dean basically just counted down people who already know about the existence of the bunker and he knows that he could trust them to keep what happens to Jo a secret to the rest of the organization and the outside world.

“Sounds like a plan,” Cas says, pushes his chair back with a creaking sound that makes the hair on the back of Dean’s neck stand up. “Let’s start by fixing her up and then we can start on talking some sense into her.”

“Yeah, let’s.” Dean chuckles because Cas is all enthusiastic. It’s to cheer him up, Dean knows that too.

Y/N’s back in her apartment when she realizes that she doesn’t even have food and forgot to do some shopping on her way back. She opens one pantry after the other, finds coffee and cereals but there’s no milk to eat it with and she can’t drink another cup of coffee if she doesn’t want for her eyes to vibrate. Stuffing her mouth full of plain cereal, she chews and walks to her room to change into her pajamas. It’s only 7 PM but she feels like she’s been awake for days and her body is sore.

She was so, so close to telling Linda to call it off but then Linda was rambling on about how they have intel about a big moving of narcotics in a couple of weeks time, and she was sure that it’s Dean. Linda needed her to find out when that’s going to happen, and seriously, how could she not do it? She owes Linda that much, she guesses.

Linda had asked about her cheek and she lied that it was her walking around the bar in the dark and hit her face on the door. Linda bought her sorry excuse and Y/N was relieved.

However, Y/N steered the conversation away when Linda suddenly asked how it’s going with Dean and if she had made any progress.

If Linda only knew…

Y/N’s not going to say anything though, knows that if she tells Linda that she knows where Dean lives or any of the other things that happened, Linda will blow it off and orders for her to go right back, and she doesn’t really want for it to happen. If someone calls the operation off, she’s the one to do it and it should be on her to decide if she wants to go back at all.

Right now, Y/N’s not sure if she fits into her old life anymore, if she would be happy at all once she goes back. It all started as a way of vengeance but it became so much more. Something she wasn’t really prepared for. In hindsight, nothing could have prepared her for falling… No, she’s not going to go there.

Now she’s back in her apartment, kind of misses Dean a little but he’s obviously busy because he hasn’t replied to the text she sent an hour ago.

She settles into her bed, opens her laptop, and logs on to Netflix. Maybe watching something will distract her from her growling stomach and her heavy heart.

Browsing through the lists of series she once started but never finished, she gets distracted by the buzzing of her phone.

D: Sorry it took me so long to answer. You okay?

Y/N: Don’t worry about it. Yeah, I’m still tired though. Going to bed now.

D: What are you wearing?

Her eyes widened at the straightforwardness of his text.

Y/N: What?

D: I’m really just kidding, sweetheart. Did you eat anything?

Y/N: A handful of cereal. But don’t worry. I’m more tired than hungry.

D: Just FYI. Someone will knock at your door in about 40 minutes.

Y/N: What? Who?

D: You’ll see. Now you rest, okay? Miss you.

There she goes again, her cheeks feel hotter with every thudding of her heart.

Y/N: Miss you too. Good night Dean

D: Good night, sweetheart

She smiles and places her phone back onto her nightstand as she settles in her bed. She couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to fall asleep next to Dean. He’s so big and broad and he makes her feel safe and she curses herself for being too drunk last night to really enjoy his presence. If he was in the same bed with her at all? She tries so hard to remember something but the memories stay away from her brain.

It’s exactly 40 minutes later that someone knocks at her door. She opens up to Bobby, holding a bag full of greasy but delicious smelling food with a bright smile on his face.

“Dean worried about you and told me to bring you something to eat. I didn’t know you’d be alone so I guess you’ll have enough food to last you a week now.” Bobby’s laughing because the bag is stuffed full with a dozen containers at least.

“Well, do you want to come in and eat with me?” She asks, opens the door wider for Bobby but the old man waves her off.

“It’s madness in my shop, darling,” He lets her take the bag from his hand. “I’ll see you soon, alright?” Bobby says and leaves, but not without giving her a bone-crushing hug to remember him by.

It’s almost 2 AM when Dean’s back home in his apartment. Jo’s lips are still sealed shut and maybe they would have cracked her open if Dean would have been a little kinder to her, but he was just too butthurt that she hurt his girl and also too exhausted and it wouldn’t have needed much for Dean to put a bullet through her skull.

Cas was aware of Dean’s distress and he was the one who suggested that Dean went home and maybe take care of Y/N. Cas would follow up with the people and see who can be available the first thing in the morning and Dean’s thankful for that. Thankful to have Cas, who kind of grounds him.

Cas didn’t put into his equation that Y/N’s not here and is most likely already sound asleep — in her own fucking bed.

Dean peels himself off his sweats and shirt, thinks about taking a shower when he feels something rub against his legs.

“Hey, buddy. You hungry?” Dean says, smiles a little as Cuddles nudges against his skin. “You know you’re not allowed in here,” Dean picks the cat up and walks out of his bedroom, only to notice the stench smell now, “Shit, forgot to clean up your litter box this morning, didn’t I?”

Cuddles meows and jumps from Dean’s arm to walk to his food tray and Dean pours food into it while the cat swallows with pleasure. He changes the water for the cat before he makes his way to the litter box, wrinkling his nose as he cleans it out.

Dean wakes with a gasp, cold sweat beads on his forehead. For a brief moment, he was back at being shot at, loud noises around him, he breathed in dust that burned in his lungs.

He risks a glance at the clock, sees that it’s 2.44 AM. He had barely slept ten minutes.

Getting up, he gets into a pair of new sweats and zips a fresh hoodie up around his body. The cat looks surprised when he sees Dean walking out of his bedroom. At first, Dean tries to ignore the questioning glare but then he could feel the gaze following as he walks to the front door.

“Stop looking at me like that,” He says, slips into his sports shoes at the entrance. “I’m not doing anything stupid.”

Dean gets up, and grabs a key to his SUV, and steals a glance at the cat before he opens the door. The cat was still looking at him grumpily.

“You know, sometimes I really think that you should go and live with Sam. You two would get along just perfectly.”

He steps out the door and locks it behind him.

Before Dean knows it, he’s on the road.

CH13

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emisfritish · 4 years ago

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Our gift to the world - Episode 2

Pairing: Pang/Wave (The Gifted/The Gifted Graduation)

Summary: Episode codas of an established Pang/Wave in The Gifted Graduation.These can all be read as standalones, but they fit into the same canon-compliant universe. Episode 2 - Scene set at the end of the episode after the whole talk with Time.

Previous parts : Ep 1.

Next parts : Ep.3 / Ep.4 / Ep.5 / Ep.6 / Ep. 7 / Ep. 8

Series on Ao3

Notes : Okay, and that’s the coda for episode 2 ! Enjoy this weird mix of angst and fluff, all into one fic.

Later in the evening, once The Gifted students have answered all of Time’s questions and after Wave’s continuous monitoring of school cameras to make sure that the group of Anti-Gifted students were found and picked up by school staff for what they hope will be severe disciplinary actions, Pang finds himself back in his bedroom, sitting on his bed.

Today has been exhausting, he thinks to himself, as he lets his head fall backwards until it hits gently against the wall behind him and closes his eyes, trying to hold off the migraine he can feel building within him. The evening definitely hadn’t gone down like they planned, and although the mission had been a success and no one had gotten hurt in the end, Pang still feels uneasy with how close a call it had been, and the many thoughts and questions still plaguing him.

First, this was all his fault. Sure, he disagrees with everything the Anti-Gifted stand for right now and he hates the way they go at things, but he’d also been the one to bring them into the fold, to impress upon the other Gifted students that it was a good idea. Blinded by his ideals, he inadvertently created them, and every single action they do now indirectly falls back on him.

Which leads him to the second thought that is currently so imposing it almost paralyzes him in fear… Was he repeating the same mistake with Time ?

Sure, Time looks like his heart in his the right place and he only wants to help make things better too, but that’s exactly what Pang thought when he first introduced the non-gifted students to his friends, and one only has to look at the situation today to see how bad that particular decision had been.

Pang hates the idea of potentially putting even more people in danger by bringing Time into the fold. The idea that the decision he took by not forcing Time to forget everything that’s happened recently could ultimately harm his friends, could harm Wave… he doesn’t think that’s something he could live with. Not again.

“I can hear you overthinking things from all the way over here,” a voice suddenly cuts into his thoughts.

“You don’t read mind, that’s not what your gift is,” Pang says as he lifts his head to look towards his boyfriend who is currently leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, studying him.

“Trust me, I don’t need it to be my gift to be able to read you like an open book right now,” the other boy answers, before he pushes his way forward to make his way into the bedroom.

“Move over,” he orders once he reaches the bed, prompting Pang to scoot to the side to leave enough room for Wave to sit next to him, which he does instantly. The immediate comfort coming from the warmth of their sides being pressed loosens Pang’s shoulders a bit.

Neither of them say anything for a couple minutes, and Pang can feel Wave’s stare burning into the side of his face, his boyfriend studying him intently before he finally breaks the silence.

“Are you okay ?”

Wave’s voice when he asks the question is low and soft, in a way it so rarely is, and even in the midst of everything going on, Pang takes a second to appreciate that he’s one that gets to see this Wave, and appreciate this softer side of him.

He shrugs in answer, not quite knowing how to put all of his feelings into words, and Wave nods back, as if that reaction was to be expected.

“Talking about her never gets easier,” Wave confesses, looking away from Pang to look at the cupboard sitting in front of the bed, where they both know a picture of Ohm, Pang and Namtarn is hidden from view, safely taped on the inside of the door.

Namtarn.

His discussion with Time and the rehashing of the past has left a sour taste in his mouth, and even after all these months, talking about her and what she’s been through never gets easier. The fact that most of the school seem to think that him and his friends are to blame for hurting her, for hurting one of their own… well, that just makes it even more painful.

Of course Wave would know that Pang’s head has been filled with memories and thoughts about her ever since his talk with Time earlier. If anyone outside of him and Ohm understands the feelings of loss, it would be Wave. Both because he loved her as much as Pang himself did, and because he feels the same sense of guilt at what happened to her.

They rarely talk about it, but the fact that they were the ones to ask her to go back into the room where they knew a bomb was, the room where she got hurt, is something they’ll both have to live with for the rest of their lives. In that way, no one understands him the same way Wave does.

“She’s okay by the way,” Wave says, pressing his thigh a little closer to Pang’s, his own version of physical comfort.

“You texted her ?” Pang asks his boyfriend hopefully, turning towards him, and he sees Wave nod in answer.

Because they were paranoïd about their phones being tapped and about people finding out Pang had regained his memories, they’ve set a rule that Pang isn’t allowed to contact her directly, not unless he was sending a message through Wave’s secure phone, for both of their safety.

And of course Wave, knowing Pang the way he does, he would have known the only way to ease Pang’s mind a little tonight would be to hear from their friend. Trust his boyfriend to cut right to the root of the issue and find a pragmatic way to fix it.

“You can text her later, if you want. She said she likes her new school, and that she’s met some nice people,” Wave continues, and a little bit of the sadness that had been weighing on Pang for the last hour chips away at the words.

“Of course, I’m fairly certain they’ll never hold a candle to us, but you can’t have everything. Not everyone is as great as I am,” Wave says with a cocky smirk, and Pang can’t hold the small snort that escapes him in the face of his boyfriend’s arrogance.

“Thank you,” he says after a second, appreciating the fact that Wave took the time to reach out to her to ease both of their minds, which causes Wave to shrug in response.

“Well, this night certainly turned out differently than I expected.”

There’s no judgement in the words, but Pang still feels guilt and doubt swim at the bottom of his stomach.

“Do you think I made a mistake telling him all of this instead of forcing him to forget and stay away from us ?” he finally asks the question that has been lingering on his mind all night.

Wave stays silent for a couple seconds, thinking over his answer, before he turns towards Pang and shrugs again.

“I think you did what you thought was right,” he ends up answering.

“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake though.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Wave tells him, direct as ever. “It doesn’t mean it was a mistake either though.”

“If you were me, you would have used my gift to make him forget,” Pang affirms, knowing his boyfriend enough to know it to be the truth.

“I would have,” he answers back, not denying the words. “But I’m not you.”

Simple as that.

Because he’s right, it is an answer. In many ways, Wave and him are nothing alike and have very different ways of solving problems, but that was also their strength. That was why they worked so well together to begin with, both when it came to shutting down a corrupt system, and in their personal relationship.

“I know you think I’m an idiot for trusting him,” Pang continues, and Wave turns towards him and frowns.

“I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he replies, and Pang raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Okay, I think you’re an idiot sometimes,” he amends, which makes Pang smile, very used to being an idiot on many subjects when compared with his math and technology genius of a boyfriend. “But I don’t think it’s the case right now.”

Pang nods at his words, thinking them over. If there’s one thing he could trust Wave with, it was brutal honesty, even when it came to things Pang didn’t necessarily want to hear. Knowing that Wave doesn’t think him trusting Time was totally stupid eases his mind a little.

“It’s just… I truly think he could help,” Pang explains. “I know you think he’s a liability.”

“Oh, he definitely is a liability,” Wave cuts him off. “He’s a naïve idiot, he believes what everyone tells him too easily, and we can’t predict where he’ll go and what he’ll do, which makes him dangerous. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand why you wouldn’t use your gift on him.”

Of course. Wave is the only one in their group who knows just how scared Pang is of one day turning into someone he doesn’t recognize anymore. Of one day being so power hungry with his ability to control people, that he becomes just like the director, if not worse.

“Plus… he may turn out to be more useful than I initially thought he would be,” Wave continues, and Pang feels another weight being lifted off of his shoulders.

“So you don’t blame me for not forcing him away ?” Pang asks in a small voice, and Wave turns towards him again.

“How could I blame you when you being this way is precisely the reason I lo…” he stops mid-sentence and swallows nervously, which makes Pang smile, before he nudges his shoulder against his boyfriend’s.

He knows Wave won’t finish the sentence, the words being difficult enough for him that he very rarely says them out loud. It doesn’t make it any less true though, and Pang doesn’t need to hear the words to know that he means them with every fiber of his being.

Seeing the way Wave has changed and opened up since they got together, the way he’s sometimes softer and kinder, while remaining the same Wave that drove him absolutely insane last year, is enough proof for Pang to know exactly how his boyfriend feels.

“My boyfriend is a softie, I got used to it,” Wave ends up saying with a shrug instead of the words that had started to come out.

Pang turns towards him and smiles brightly, which he didn’t think would be possible after the evening they’ve had.

“You convinced him to trust me tonight,” Pang reminds him, remembering the words Wave told Time earlier and how they warmed his heart.

Trust isn’t an easy thing for Wave to give away, not after everything he’s been through when he was younger. So for him to choose to put his trust in Pang, over and over again… let’s just say the significance isn’t lost on him.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” Wave says dismissively with a roll of his eyes, which causes Pang to snort again.

God, his boyfriend could be so dramatic when he was trying to keep up his cold front.

“I trusted you, and it turned out pretty well for me,” he continues his thought, prompting Pang to turn towards him, fake outrage written all over his face even as the words warm his heart again.

“Pretty well ? Pretty well ? I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, don’t even try to pretend otherwise,” he teases him, only to stop when Wave turns towards him and looks at him seriously.

“You are,” he says simply, and Pang feels his breath catch in his throat at the words.

Before he has the time to say anything in response, a grin lights up Wave’s face.

“What is that Mr.Sermrittirong ? Is that you blushing I’m seeing right in front of my eyes ? What, the king of cheesy lines himself can’t take a little flirting ? I guess I win again,” Wave teases back, cocky smirk in place.

God, Pang had clearly been a terrible influence on him if this is what Wave uses his newly found confidence in their relationship to do.

“Are you seriously trying to win at flirting ?” he asks deadpan, which only causes Wave to laugh.

“Oh, I’m not just trying. I think I’m succeeding. Quite easily actually.”

It’s funny how things change, Pang thinks to himself. How Wave, of all people, had managed to steal his heart when Pang was expecting it the least, and how easily they fit together.

This boy that can go from being cold and calculating, to cocky, flirty and yet sweet the very next minute. This boy that can be so very arrogant, and yet so insecure at the same time, always keeping Pang on his toes.

Yet, as Pang looks at his boyfriend now and sees the cocky grin the boy is wearing, he can remember that particular expression from the very first day he met Wave, and the predominant thought in his mind right now, is a very familiar one. He would like nothing more than for Wave to shut up.

Some things do change, but others remain exactly the same. He just has way more enjoyable ways of shutting Wave up now, which he puts to use right this second, pushing forward to kiss Wave and get him to stop talking for a while.

“Maybe everything with Time will turn out okay and he won’t cause any issues,” Pang ends up saying wistfully a while later, after shutting up Wave for a few good minutes.

“Oh, he’ll definitely cause us trouble. Mark my words,” he boyfriend negates the thought, and Pang turns towards him.

“And even knowing that, you don’t blame me for not using my gift on him ?”

Wave bumps their foreheads together before reaching forward to grab Pang’s hand in his.

“I trust your judgement,” he ends up saying, causing Pang’s heart to beat double time in his chest, before he looks up at his boyfriend gratefully.

“Besides… I kind of have a thing for naïve idiots anyway.”

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damn-stark · 5 years ago

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Child of Ren Ch.6

A/N- I loved writing this chapter and I hope you liked it, let me know what you thought :) a lot of Poe content this chapter ;) and are we going to be sluts for Poe Dameron in this series? Yes, yes we are.

Warning- LOONG Chapter (sorry) , violence, Slow burn

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader x Rey

Takes place- after TLJ & before TROS

(Let me know what you thought)

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Canto Bight.

That’s where you needed to go in order to get what you needed, but their was a problem. That was how you were going to get there.

Of course their was the solution of you flying there but if you were being honest you weren’t the best pilot....at all. Somehow you managed to land here in one piece but that was all thanks to luck.

All your years in the first order (which were now cut shorter than you had thought) you didn’t prioritize piloting all that much, or at all, only taking a couple lessons here and there, even if you do wish you would have, in fact you always did; But before it was because you wanted to be as great of a pilot like Kylo....now that changed completely, now you didn’t know....

Anyhow you did have a problem to your dilemma, the only pilot you knew on base;

Poe Dameron.

You were....friends, so perhaps he would accept to accompany you, if you asked but that wasn’t what concerned you.

The matter that concerned you was the person you were going to meet. He knew you before, as The Child of Ren, and you couldn’t allow to let your identity slip, not by him or anyone else you might run into while you were at Canto Bight. Because you knew that people were going to be looking, if Kylo cared, he was going to be looking. Maybe not him but others that were desperate to please the first order, that were in it for the credits...or others like The Knights of Ren.

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Quickly you march down the inside of the base, your head raised high, your shoulders squared and your hands balled at your sides; Forgetting that you were in fact not needed to do that anymore since you weren’t in The First Order anymore.

You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders, slowing your pace as you keep searching for only one person in mind, Poe. Who has been a very hard man to find in such a small place with very few people.

When you finally found him though he had his attention on something his Holopad contained. His eyebrows were knotted together, while he kept mindlessly scrolling, his expression looking perplexed altogether. He himself just looking....attractive.

You had noticed that about him before, but didn’t think much more about it because you didn’t think you’d see him again, but now you were here, with him, oddly enough.

But, no you couldn’t think of him that way, he was your friend, your only friend—well beside Rey. Which luckily (not) for you, she had also caught your eye the same way Poe had; But it was weird, you’ve never had feelings for a girl before, sure one or two guys before but never a girl, this was a first.

Subsiding all the thoughts aside however you moved towards Poe, who still had yet to be aware of your presence, still concentrated on whatever it was he was looking at.

“Poe?” You called out, making said man’s shoulders jump slightly at the sound of your voice, not at all expecting you to be beside him.

He turned his head away from the holopad and turned to you, his face softening once he saw it was only you.

“Y/N.” He called out placing his holopad down.

“If you’re busy I can talk to you later. I just needed to ask you something but—”

“No, it’s okay, all boring work anyway.” He interrupted quickly. “I’m sorry I haven’t checked on you, works just kept me busy. How are you getting used to base?”

You smile and shrug your shoulders, “it’s been...good. I’m used to more...pristine surroundings but I don’t mind this. Different setting, but it’s all good.”

He chuckles and completely forgets whatever it was he was working on. “You needed something or did you just come to distract me? Because if you did, I don’t mind the distraction.”

You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and instantly find it hard to ask him what you needed to ask him. “Uhh, I just uh. I’m going to find my contact in Canto Bight, and well I’m not a good pilot at all so I just wanted to ask if you could come along? Only if you can though.”

He doesn’t hesitate to answer or actually think of his answer, he just gets a cocky grin on his lips before answering. “Yeah, it’s like I said before I’m with you. Just tell me when and I’ll be there.”

You smile wider; even if you knew that you’ve told him the plan before it’s still makes you feel surprised that he was willingly to go with you and why he had agreed without question. But then again it’s just you not used to any of their acts of kindness as you’re used to being ordered around more, or being left behind to keep watch, never the one commanding. That also being because Kylo was keeping you out of way, being overprotective—but even if you hate to say it now, at least The Knights of Ren let you be more free when it came to running missions.

“I’m actually surprised you asked me and not Rey.” He joked making you shake your head and let out a small laugh.

“Simple, I heard you were the best pilot in the Resistance.”

If it could be possible the expression on his face seemed to get cockier, a smirk replacing his grin—perhaps it was mistake to have said such a thing to him.

You tilt your head slightly to the side and you furrow your eyebrows, regretting your comment; but it was far to late, “I take that back, I didn’t mean it.”

“You know I think you might be my best friend now.”

“Oh no, I take it back—”

“Nope you already said it.”

You roll your eyes in a lighthearted way, biting back a laugh, the small moment you shared with him made you forget all types of emotions you felt towards Kylo; or the mission you were just going to go on, anything bad that had filled your mind was gone for that second. Making you feel at peace and at ease.

But it was just for a second before you got reminded of it all, before you heard a small voice at the inside your mind that reminded you that people just like Kylo did, broke promises, tricked and broke your heart; reminded you that you shouldn’t trust anyone. Even every feeling and instinct in yourself told you that you could really trust the man in front of you.

Your face grew serious and you let out a small cough to regain composure, “we can leave later then.”

Poe easily noticed the change in demeanor, but didn’t comment on it. “Yeah, okay.”

—

You’ll always be The Child of Ren,

The voice was deep, rough, cold and familiar. It caused everything around you to zone out, to focus on nothing, but an all too familiar presence that lingered close.

Come back home, where you belong.

It wasn’t possible.

You’ll lose control, and no one will be there to help you when you do.

No, he couldn’t, he couldn’t be here.

You spin around with haste, looking away from your helmet that you had hidden in “your” freighter, to identify where the voice was coming from, where his voice was coming from. Kylo’s voice.

I’m the only one who can help you, I’m the only one you have. You’re alone there, worthless, they won’t like you when they know who you are. They’ll fear you, think of you as a monster.

No. Leave me alone.

It was hard to identify where his voice was coming from at first, but then you knew it wasn’t coming from inside the freighter; he wasn’t here, he was in your head, communicating through the force.

They’ll be terrified of you...because you haven’t told them who you are right?

You don’t answer, instead you try and concentrate on getting him out of your head, concentrate on remaining calm and in control, not letting the anger cause you to lose control.

I know you y/n, you’re doomed to lose control, you’ll hurt them and that will be your downfall. And I won’t be there to help. You need me, we were close to mastering that control.

You’re wrong I d-d.....don’t need you. I can control my anger, the force within me. I...don’t need you. You lied to me....I ha—just get out of my head!

He doesn’t listen, his presence was still lingering, it was still strong, engulfing you whole. It was making your breathing shallow and made your hands—whole body begin to tremble.

Just get out.

You really want to be in a place where at the sound of your real name they’ll turn you away, fear you, think of you as some monster? Listen to me y/n, they will call you that, a monster. They’re going to make you believe they care when they don’t, when at the end of the day they won’t.

You begin to aimlessly pace around the space of the freighter you were in, where you had hidden all things that identified you as The Child of Ren.

You tried to get Kylo out of your head, but you couldn’t. The anger was only getting worse and your ability to control your anger falter by the second. He was making some small part of yourself actually believe his every word.

Only I care, only I understand, only I can help you. I don’t fear you.

You shut your eyes and focused on getting him out, tried to make everything around you stop shaking; but that action only made it seem like he was here in front of you, making everything worse....and yet better—

—but no, he hurt you, he didn’t deserve anything, he didn’t deserve the satisfaction of thinking that he can be the only one that can help you.

Come back home y/n, come back home. I can help you here.

His words just made everything worse, it caused everything around you begin to shake more violently, and made tears pool your eyes.

Just get out!

You opened your eyes and tried to calm yourself, but you couldn’t. Nothing was helping, no one was helping, then again no one knew..except him.

Please....

Listen to my voice y/n...concentrate on me, focus on me, just on my voice. Take in a slow deep breath and hold it. Focus on the pent up anger and release it, don’t let it overcome you. Just let it all go.

Okay...okay.

And just like that he was gone, just like that the untamed force that was going to erupt from you was tamed again, you were back in control, you were back in the room...just like that he proved that you still needed him. You had shown him what he wanted to see, what he wanted to prove.

Angry tears rolled down your cheeks, at the fact that you had shown him that he could help. You wanted to do it yourself, but he proved you wrong...proved that maybe you did need him—but no, he was wrong, you were wrong, you didn’t need him anymore and you needed to prove him that, you were going to prove that to him.

Spinning back to your helmet, you snatch it from where you had stored it—along with your hybrid lightsaber. You tightened your grip around the helmet and closed your eyes to focus the force to shatter it.

You didn’t know why you had brought it with you, you were supposed to leave that life behind, just leave it all behind, but you brought it, it was here with you, taunting you that you couldn’t actually leave it all behind; but you could, you needed to.

With a deep shaky breath you attempted to shatter it....

...But you couldn’t, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually destroy it. It meant too much, when it shouldn’t.

With an angry huff you shoved it back in the container where it was hidden before, locking it away along with your hybrid lightsaber. No one could know these were here because then they would know who you were and you couldn’t let that happen. Not yet..or at all.

So for now, it was all going to be kept away, no lightsaber or helmet. No Child of Ren. Just you, y/n.

“Poe says we’re ready to go.”

At the sound of the unexpected voice you jumped up, spinning around to see....Finn, looming by the entrance.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your heart hammer in your chest out of fear. Not fear for him but what he could’ve possibly seen. You didn’t hear him or actually know he was coming. You had asked Poe to come along, like you did with Rey, even if she unfortunately chose to stay at base—but you never asked Finn and yet somehow he was here. Like a annoying shadow.

Seeing that he didn’t immediately run to snitch on what he could’ve seen, you took that as a clue that he in fact didn’t catch sight of anything and moved away from the hidden evidence.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” You grumbled as you moved past him.

He sighed and moved quickly past you. “Poe asked me to come and well I don’t trust you so.” He shrugged his shoulders and before you could remark to his comment he disappeared inside cockpit where you knew Poe was, leaving you with the same small orange and white droid from before.

If droids could glare, you could swear he was doing it with his one mechanical eye.

You let out a deep sigh before turning your attention to the droid, “You too, huh? Well you’re lucky I like droids.”

—

The blue and white of bright stars paint the tranispersteel as the ship flies in hyperspace, the ship be engulfed in silence..well all except for the loud thoughts in your head. Mostly about what had happened earlier today with Kylo, it made you furious that he still had that control over you, and you hated that you unwillingly proved to him, that he still had that control.

“Hey kid,”

Quickly you tear your eyes away from the passing stars and break from your thoughts to see Poe, coming your way. “Please don’t call me that.”

“It’s just a nickname, no harm in it.” He shrugs taking a close seat next to you on the booth.

You let out deep breath and shift to face him, “I’m not a kid, I don’t like to be called that, so please don’t.” Their was too many reasons why you hated that nickname, one of them being that it reminded you too much of your other name. Second well you just didn’t, especially and weirdly because it came from him.

“Okay, fine, I won’t.” He chuckled making you sigh and roll your eyes. “So, you say you’re a horrible pilot then why have such an expensive Freighter, hmm? Actually how did you even fly at all?”

“It’s not my ship. I stole it.” You say bluntly, no hint of humor in your voice, but he didn’t seem to get that, as he let out a huff of air in amusement, a smile plastered on his face until he finally realized that you were actually serious. “Don’t worry though, the previous owners didn’t need it.” You assure him as you notice his serious expression.

You smile and leave that conversation the way it was, “and as to how I flew to base, well I know the basic’s and where I was before wasn’t far from Ajan Kloss.”

“Where were you before?” He asked curiously, making the frown return to your face.

You tried to play it off cooly and put on a feigned smile; “that doesn’t matter.”

He eyes you suspiciously causing your heart to beat rapidly in your chest. Their was a mere instinct where you thought he would find out, that thought made you want to just hurt him here and now. But once he leaned back, seeing that you didn’t show any sign of suspicion he let it go, letting your shoulders drop and feel like you could properly breathe again.

“But I would love to learn, not to fly a freighter but a fighter ship, you know. Like a TIE or an X-wing. I’ve always wanted to learn, just never had the time.” You confess, quickly changing the subject.

His smiled returned, and he leaned in closer finding what you were saying intriguing and finding your change in demeanor odd, since the last time you talked. You had been cold, but now you were talking like if you had known each other for years. He didn’t mind it, just found the change of behavior odd.

“I would’ve thought you would know how to fly a fighter.” Poe expressed.

You shake your head before continuing on, “no, I always wanted to,” you pause for a moment, as a memory of your past life flashes through your mind, a memory of your actual parents; telling stories of the hero pilots in the previous wars, it was a faint memory but one you didn’t know you had. “I always wanted to fly among the stars...ridiculous I know—”

“No, no I understand. Trust me I do.” Poe quickly interjects making a more genuine smile return to your lips.

“...I always wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline, the feeling at the pit of your stomach when you do a fast drop or fast maneuver—I feel it when I ride my speeder bike, but it’s not the same, I know it’s not...”

Poe moves in closer, your knees brushing with each-others as he genuinely listens to every word, neither of you tearing your gaze away from one another.

“..Its a different rush when you swerve the opposing side or blasts meant for you. I want to feel the rush of excitement, when you shoot down who you’re fighting or know when even the smallest battle is won...I-I want to feel free.” You continued on excitedly, forgetting what you had told yourself about trust earlier today. And rambling like an idiot, talking more than you’ve probably ever have in the past few weeks or months.

But Poe didn’t seem bored he actually hung onto every word and unknowingly to you, watched you with admiration as you described exactly everything he felt when he flew. He heard and watched as you went on, expressing everything so carefree, making his heart skip a beat and his chest tighten—not in a bad way but in the fact that you had made him feel that way.

You stopped yourself before you could ramble on some more, you had a lot more to say, but you didn’t want to bore the man even if it seemed that he was rather intrigued to your every word.

He swallowed thickly and shifted in his seat, coughing to regain his composure; “Yeah, yeah I know exactly what you’re saying.” He paused for a moment, “You know I can teach you how to fly on a fighter, if you want.”

A bright smile appeared on your features, one that reached your eyes, almost seeming like they gave off a certain sparkle that he definitely noticed.

“Really?” You asked quirking your eyebrow, eyeing him for any sign of his offer being some joke.

He shrugged his shoulders with a smug like smile; “Really. Lessons from the best pilot in the Resistance. Your words not mine.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Okay I’m down.”

Before Poe could respond, Finn came out of the cockpit, eyeing the both of you suspiciously before parting his lips and interrupting; “We’re here.”

—

“How do you know your contacts going to be here?” Poe shouted over the clamoring of people, all of them doing their own thing, losing, gaining money; some clean, some dirty, most of it dirty from illegal businesses.

Canto Bight, was a beautiful place, the shimmering lights, the elegant buildings, even if most of this place was built out of dirty money and corruption. Putting all that aside though, it was a beautiful planet...to you anyway, mainly because everything seemed so new, it felt like you’ve never seen the galaxy before in your life, the real beauty of it, when in fact you have but in a different perspective, not an enjoyable one though.

“He’s here. He’s scum just like most of the people here.” You shout back, occasionally standing on the tip of your toes to keep a look out for your contact.

“Well that’s comforting.” Finn sighed beside you.

You blink over at him and sigh in annoyance, “he’s trustworthy. Rich trustworthy scum.”

You keep maneuvering past the crowd of people, part of you wishing you were under the comfort of your helmet. Only because then people would at least make way for you, back away in fear, overall not just be in the way and let you get straight to your location without hassle.

Finally after a minute you spot the man you’re looking for, in a ridiculous yet outstanding outfit that fit among the other rich people in the casino.

His hair was neatly combed back, a perfect and charming smile on his face, standing tall over the table of some game and of course a crowd of thirsty people who only hung around him for his money and popularity.

A small grin spreads on your features as you see him. Finally. “There in the back table. Blue suit.” You point, picking up your pace until you finally make it to the table, pushing the crowd of people aside. Before you could call out to him, he spots you and his smile widens. He holds his hand up, signaling you to wait for the game to end.

As Poe, Finn and BB8 make it by your side you can basically feel the judgment radiate from both Finn and Poe as they see your contact. “I talk with him. No one else. He can be...difficult. So leave me to do the talking.” You warn them as you wait until he finally finishes the game. He says nothing and only breaks away from the crowd, waving at you to follow him somewhere more discreet.

It doesn’t take long for him to guide you to an elegant and private room, still in silence until he closes the door behind the people that came with you.

“Zater.” You greet as said man turns with the same grin as before.

“Hello love, long time no see.” He greets in a thick yet elegant accent, eyeing you up and down before he shook his head. “You look different, and..” he pauses and looks at Poe and Finn behind you. “...oh well, I see you’re running with a...more happier crowd. No knights or evil guardian angel of death.”

Your smile falters and you ball your hand into fists at the discreet mention of people you’d rather not talk about...at all. Zater moves past all of you to take a seat in the tall chairs around a marble table. He studies Finn and Poe carefully, a glare in his look before he motions for you all to take a seat. The boys hesitate but once you do as instructed they follow seconds after.

Zater introduces himself to the men beside you, a more than feigned smile on his lips. He straightens his back and finally turns his full attention on you. “I know how you like it love, straight to the point, so why are you here?”

“I came here for something I know you have.” You say straight to the point, leaning closer to the table and resting your hands on top of it—some of your old habits seeping through. “I want ships. Fighter ships. I know you that you know where the First Order stores old rebel fighters, I want to know where too.”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head and licking his lips before leaning back in his chair. “Switching sides I see. What does—”

“Zater.” You cut him off sharply, shooting him a warning glare that spoke what he didn’t need to hear to understand your situation, receiving odd looks from Poe and Finn.

Ignoring the looks Zater continues, “as you know some rebels have attempted to steal the map to the garage;” he eyes the exact rebels guilty of the problem before continuing. “And well you know the first order doesn’t like that, so they moved the location, somewhere heavily guarded, a planet run over by the first order.”

“Yes, yes I know how all that goes, I need to know where. I’m out of the loop, with lack of...resources. I just need to know where exactly.” You dismiss him, carefully dancing around your past with The First Order.

He leans in closer to you, tucking up his sleeve and revealing a watch that had more hidden in it then met the eye. His eyes shift between Poe and Finn and back to you. “You trust them?”

You simply shrug not turning to them, “some more than others.”

He doesn’t say anything else and pulls out a small gadget from his watch, placing it flat on the table and pressing a button that caused a holomap to spurt out.

“This planet here,” he points out. “In the mid-rim. Ancient, Beautiful and dangerous. After the first order raided the planet and took the children, twenty years ago it’s been at war..”

You swallow thickly and your gaze falters, old memories flashing that made you go uneasy.

“You need to be careful y/n, it’s invaded by the first order, they see...your friends here roaming the streets and they take them for execution. You need to be precise, you can’t take the ships simply by throwing pilots in the cockpit...” he explains, enhancing the visual on the holoscreen closer for more information. “In three months you’ll find your opening”

“Three months? No, that’s—we need them sooner.” Poe huffs, causing Zater to roll his head to the side and giving a cold chuckle.

“Look, you want those ships or not? Hmm? I said three months you can’t just fly through this without a plan, commander. It’s a delicate situation. Take it or leave it.” He spat in an annoyed tone making Poe back off and letting you talk instead.

“We’re taking it. What’s the plan?” You ask gaining his attention again.

“They’re going to be relocating them, at midnight like always. That’s your opening. They’ll be stored in a storage ship. You take that and you have your ships”

“Easy, but?” Finn interrupts, knowing well that nothing with the first order was simple.

“Getting into the planet is difficult. You need a specific high order chip.” He puts his hands on yours with a knowing smile, “which you my love have.”

You nod in disapproval causing him to frown and pull away. He sighs deeply but a mischievous smirk grows on his face. “You had.” He rolls out slowly. “Luckily for you I do have, but it comes at a high price.”

Of course he wanted something, of course. You knew him too well, you know what he wanted and it that gets you angry. He gets you angry.

You clench your jaw and try to remain calm before you could speak, but that was useless. “Look Zater, you owe me. I came here to collect—”

“No, no. Love. This is priceless equipment you know that. Like I told your friend here, take it or leave it.” He interrupts getting you angrier.

You jump to your feet and slam your hands on the table, glaring at him with a angry scowl. “I can give you a broken neck or I can shatter you into million pieces and take what I need.” You lean in closer to him, showing a part of yourself that resembled Kylo too much. “Or I can give you both. Choose Zater.” Your chest heaves heavily up and down, your voice cold and threatening, your control beginning to falter until you felt a hand rest on top of yours.

Glancing over you see that it’s Poe’s, you meet his gaze and it seems to share million of unspoken words. He was only trying to help, but with your anger you didn’t think straight and missed his attempts. Shooting him an icy glare, you pull your hand away from his, ultimately stepping back nonetheless. Anger still steaming out of you.

“Everyone wants something, what do you want? Credits? Because we can work something out.” Poe attempts to offer, but that only makes Zater let out a forced chuckle.

“No, no little man, my deal is with y/n here, she knows exactly what I want.”

You cross your arms over your chest and huff. “I don’t have it.” You deadpan, knowing exactly what he wanted, the lighsaber. Your Hybrid lightsaber.

He smirks, walking around the table to be in front of you, attempting to put a hand on your cheek, but you caught his wrist before he could. “Fine, but you do have something else.” He goes to sit back down and leans back, placing one leg on top of another and clasping his hands together. “Your Kyber Crystal. Both items are Priceless. Equal exchange.”

Your face and shoulders fall, the anger quickly vanishing away at his offer. You breath in shakily and gnaw on your bottom lip.

You wanted to do better. Wanted to be on the good side and earn their trust. To prove mainly to yourself that you weren’t a cold hearted monster that people feared...or well you feared, because no one knew what you were hiding or who you were hiding.

No one knew how much the crystal meant to you but Poe and Finn seemed to get a clue as you stood silent and your demeanor changed completely. You hesitated for too long, gripping onto the crystal inside your pocket.

Poe came closer to you, noticing how affected you had gotten, “Y/N, you don’t have to—”

Pulling away from him and without more thought, you took out the crystal in your pocket, “Fine, you first though.” You hiss making Zater smirk and take out what you needed.

“At the same time” he suggestions extending his hand towards you.

Copying his movements you both take what you needed, one with more enjoyment than the other. You look down at the chip and your frown deepens.

“I trust you Zater, this better work.” You mumble, having no mood to threaten him anymore.

His grin annoys though and before you can say anything a holopicture sputters out of his watch, a warning for someone “dangerous and wanted” inside the casino.

Once you notice who it is your eyes widen...it’s you.

All eyes fall on you, all sharing the same shocked expression. You swallow thickly and take a minute to process what you see. You haven’t done anything—as y/n anyway—to be wanted or for you to be known....

...Shit...Kylo.

Well at least now when people looked you up, something came up.

Letting out heavy breath you clench your fists.

“WANTED. ALIVE! DANGEROUS AND HEAVILY ARMED. APPROACH WITH EXTREME CAUTION. REWARD ONLY INCLUDED WHEN HANDED IN.”

The announcement informed, showing the mug-shot picture of yourself, and listing your crimes like some damn bounty or criminal.

“HAND TO THE KNIGHTS OF REN, ALIVE! HARM COME TO THE PRISONER, NO REWARD.”

The announcement gave away one last time before shutting off.

“They’re treating you like royalty, love. They do care.” Zater taunted, causing you to shoot him a warning glare and ignoring the wandering stares from the others.

“The knights of Ren are here?” Finn questioned panicked.

“Yes they’re here and on a mission.” Zater responded for you.

You rubbed your eyes in desperation, thinking of what you could do, too many thoughts running through your head. Anger returning tenfold and making you struggle, only turning to the only person you trusted, Poe. Without saying anything he knew you were asking for his help. He looked down to BB8 about to tell him something before Zater interjected. “Just because our deal went well and I adore y/n. I can sneak you back to your ship without getting caught.”

All three of you look at one another and without having another solution at all, you accept.

—

It had been quick and discreet, just like Zater had said. No one had caught you or stopped you, even if your wanted poster was advertised all around the city.

One day you were unknown to everyone and now you were being pictured as a dangerous criminal known to all....luckily your other identity wasn’t released but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to have problems with your mission now. This new situation with you being wanted was going to bring problems with different people that seeked the reward and reputation. Luckily for you.

Being wanted, didn’t matter that much like your lost Kyber crystal. It meant a lot and the only thing you had of your forgotten past, and key to some forgotten memories of who you really were and now it was gone. It was really...gone.

“Y/N.”

You pulled away from your thoughts and wiped the tears from your cheeks before glancing up at Poe. He took a close seat next to you and had a smug like smile on his face.

He noticed how glossing your eyes were but chose not to comment on it, afriad that you’ll turn him away when he had something important to say or rather show you.

You quirked your eyebrow to question his motives.

“Before your very weird friend,” he air quoted friend with his fingers making you roll your eyes but continued to listen, “left us, BB8 managed to snatch something after....HE...noticed how you upset you got when he took it, so BB8 took it without Zater noticing.” He pulled out something small from his jacket pocket, extending his closed hand to you, opening it slowly revealing...your kyber crystal.

A warm smile spread on your lips and your eyes once again got watery with threatening tears. Your eyes shifted from the crystal and to Poe, your smile widening and your chest tightening with joy and a feeling of something else, that you couldn’t quite describe.

Poe noticed how hesitant you had gotten and took your hand in his, placing the crystal gently on your palm.

You were left speechless and confused on what to do, you had the urge to hug him, but you didn’t, instead you held yourself back even if you really wanted didn’t want to. Instead you offered him a shy smile and a soft thank you.

He left his hand under yours for a while longer, a lingering stare shared between the both of you before he pulled away, somewhat flustered and attempting to regain composure.

“I thought your droid didn’t like me, he glares at me and he’s ran over my foot a couple of times.” You say easing the heavy tension that wrapped the both of you, pulling Poe’s wandering gaze back to you.

“He..he might be warming up to you, who knows. Or he just didn’t like your friend, by the way he isn’t a friend.” He said simply making you shake your head and play with the crystal in your hand.

“Well, thank him for me, won’t you. Really means a lot what he did.” You express softly earning a soft and nervous smile from Poe. “And thank you too, really.”

You begin to feel your cheeks burn up, so you let your hair hide your blush. “Is that flying lesson still an available offer?” You ask changing the subject.

“Oh, uh yeah if you want.” He stammers, coughing once to speak more confidently.

Before he could say something you interrupt him; “Only lessons from the best pilot in the Resistance.” You mock, making you both turn to one another before laughing. “I’ll be looking forward to them, really.” You express sincerely after calming yourself.

He stays quiet for a moment, but his smile mirrors yours, “me too.”

—

(KYLO REN P.O.V)

“Supreme Leader, theirs a man here named...Zater. Says he has valuable information on The Child of Ren.” A General announces to Kylo.

Kylo nods, motioning for the man to be brought in.

Once the man walks in, Kylo glares at him and questions his ridiculous outfit. The man..Zater straights himself out, presenting himself as important. A confident look on his face. But Kylo knew well, he saw through him, he was just scum.

“What is it?” Kylo asks coldly and to the point.

Zater smirks with too much confidence, walking forward, he only stops when Kylo stands up tall, a scowl that matched y/n’s.

“I have information on a plan y/n has with Rebel scum.” Zater announces proudly, “a mission, to steal fighter ships, in three months time.”

Kylo takes a threatening step closer, Zater still rooted to his place. “Where?” Kylo tilted his head slightly to the side eyeing the man.

“In the mid-rim, the planet called Orgo.”

Kylo halted, his jaw clenching at the sound of the planet. He knew that planet well, and he knew she knew it even if she didn’t remember. It was her home planet.

Kylo keeps moving forward, until he stops a couple inches from Zater, “I imagine you want a reward, for this information?” He asked, his hand discreetly moving to his lightsaber hilt.

Zater grinned and nodded his head; “only to be given what’s promised when I turn her in, she trusts me, she’ll never suspect me.”

Kylo nods, and gives Zater a cold unreadable expression, one that makes Zater’s confidence finally falter. Kylo grips onto the lightsaber hilt, pulling it out and letting his thumb ghost over the button.

He leans in menacingly close, placing his hand harshly onto the back of Zaters neck; said man gasps, and groans as he feels Kylo tighten his grip.

Before Zater could attempt to fight back, Kylo swiftly ignites his lightsaber to impale Zater. “This. Is. Your reward, for betraying her.” Kylo whispered in his ear, shoving the burning blade deeper, before deactivating it and letting Zater drop limp to the ground.

Kylo didn’t even spare a glance to the now dead man below him, turning to march away; “Don’t worry, I’ll bring her in myself.”

A/N- am I going to write a whole scene where Poe teaches reader how to fly and all that cute fluff? Maybe, maybe I am 🤔

Tagged- @jennibradley , @xxrouge-lexxx , @daniellajocelyn , @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo , @star-marvel-fangirl , @leilei-draws , @briesangel @lanatheawesome , @madamepsicose, @constantdisgrace , @1-800-depressedlesbian, @commondazy

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bugaboowritings · 5 years ago

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Date My Best Friend, You Dumb Cat - Superhero Accidental Reveal Fic

Alya Found Out Adrien's Secret and is MAd that He Isn't Doing His Homework

So... I had this piece in my head since I saw that old Instagram post about Alya and Adrien being partners for a school project and that comic about Adrien and Alya having an accidental Reveal when their glamour dropped.

May make this a series.. Also have this same thing but with Chloe - Check them out! ( 1 ) and ( 2 )

And then with Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien - ( 1 )

Two months, one week, three days, and seven hours since the new semester started.

Two months, one week, and twelve hours since Miss Bustier assigned the first group project.

Two months, one week, eleven hours, and forty minutes since Alya Césaire and Adrien Agreste were randomly selected to be partners.

Four minutes after that, Alya teased her best friend mercilessly if she wanted to trade partners.

Two years, six months, two weeks and twenty-three hours since Ladybug and Chat Noir first appeared in Paris.

Two years, six months, and three weeks since Alya met her best friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng on the first day of school in a new town.

Two seconds since she discovered Chat Noir’s identity.

Two years, six months, and two weeks since Marinette confessed to Alya about her crush on a certain blond she thought Marinette strongly disliked.

Seven seconds since she found out about Chat’s secret identity.

Two years and five months since Alya decided to investigate the real-life superheroes patrolling the city.

Eleven seconds since the mask and the magical spandex fully disintegrated off her skin.

What happened only moments ago played as if someone clicked freeze-frame on this point of Alya Césaire’s life as her miraculous glamour dropped.

Leaving Alya Césaire in the cold alley as Rena Rouge vanished into thin air. Ending the superhero illusion when her suit reached its five-minute limit.

The dazzled Lady-blogger watched the little coy Fox God of Illusion twist their expression in amusement. The corners of their mouth turned up in a sharp smile, playfully flicking their tongue at their user.

“Oh, this is going to be fun explaining to the Leader Lady.”

“You’re-! ADrienN!” Alya choked.

“How- OH MY GOD! You’re- Oh my god!!” She stuttered, barely grasping what was going on as she tripped over her words while the fatal conclusion hit her gut. Her stomach felt hot and twirled in knots. Her cold, clammy hands traveled to her curls, locking her fingers in her hair as she pulled strands away from her face. Not believing what she just witnessed.

Alya swore on this day that she went brain dead before her eyes widened and readjusted to the dark atmosphere. Without her mask, Alya was left without her magical night vision, forced to focus on the scene organically while her glasses slowly dipped off the bridge of her nose.

The gears clicked and ground in Alya Césaire’s observant mind, jumping faster to conclusions than a gun could fire a bullet into a clear sunny day. Pinning ideas and theories then shuffling around clues that could make this sound believable to herself. Even as she sat there, sitting in the middle of the alley-way trash bin, watching the aftermath of the Miraculous unfold.

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of course, she JUST HAD to make the grave mistake on dropping into the same alley that Chat Noir did.

AND OF COURSE!!-, she did it without thinking it through! Not while the adrenaline levels spiked up in the blood in her veins, giving her this deadly sense of invincibility. The same feeling that made her fearless when she leaped over buildings and dropped from heights that could kill her and her courage.

However, in the heat of the moment, there’s no time left to worry when her necklace gave an urgent beep. Alya remembered thinking that she had more time to spare, yet the second she blinked -her orange suit was already peeling off her body. Causing her to lose her footing in mid-air which led to one of the most ungracefully landings she has ever made. Drawing blood as she scraped her hands hitting the brick wall and almost breaking her neck if she hadn’t landed in the stuffed dumpster or pushed her feet under her weight to cushion her fall. Her sweatshirt returned back on her body and her hair was no longer crimson red, but tree bark brown with fading colored tips.

Then with a loud THUMP, BOOM, and CRASH, a commotion that surely woke up the surrounding neighborhood and scared off any stray cats in the area, the two heroes fell out of the sky and landed into their civilian selves.

Of course, Alya didn’t realize she wasn’t the only one that crash-landed in the alley until it was a second too late to do anything about it.

Untangling herself from the garbage-bins tagged with graffiti and unsettling stains, Alya puffed and huffed, holding her breath to trap the last bit of fresh air she had stored in her lungs. Only to gasp for air, not because of the grime and disgusting odors around her but she noticed the glow and gleam of green and black across from her.

Alya swore that she covered her eyes, for her sake and his- but she recognized that voice as it groaned. Along with those familiar orange shoes that kicked up and around, same with the sweats with a familiar logo stitched on the side.

The Gabriel Brand.

Gabriel Agreste.

THE Gabriel Agreste.

One of the top lines in fashion.

Practical clothing but at expensive prices.

A-And that! What he was wearing was part of a new street-wear! One only rumored to exist and if so- it wasn’t hitting the stores for a figure of a few months!! (Thank you, Marinette for your vast knowledge of fashion and launches and your endless rambles about them.)

Yet, how could-!? How could this sly cat have access to the brand or rumored collection!? How could this leather-wearing flirt have the cash to have anything with the Agreste brand on it?

Was he some sort of business partner? A loyal customer with benefits? Heir to a company that has ties with the Agreste? New money or old?!

No- that can’t be right. Gabriel wouldn’t just hand off his secret collection unless…Unless it was someone worth giving to.

It wasn’t until the infamous cat raised his head up in a moan that Alya Césaire, local Lady-blogger, saw his face, Chat Noir’s face, without the mask.

As ungracious this whole situation was, this seemed like the only right way to figure out the kitty’s identity.

All thanks to a series of unfortunate events and some bad luck.

Something totally on-brand for him.

The blond brushed his hair with the tips of his fingers before lightly rubbing the sore spot over his neck. Rocking his head back and forth and around to alleviate the stinging. His forehead wrinkled as he groaned once more, knitting his eyebrows together. All before opening his acid green eyes wide at the reporter when she released the breath she held in.

Adrien Agreste being this cocky superhero that swirled and twirled about the city- the same one that wore a bell and slick black leather- explained so little and left so many questions unanswered.

It did, however, explain the little details that she looked over when it came to Adrien Agreste. How he jumped into action when he heard the Akuma Alert, how he didn’t run for his life but quickly claim that he needed to go to the bathroom when a giant semi-monster or Akuma loomed over the city, how he seemed to be a true Ladybug Stan since the beginning it all- even when Paris was barely getting used with their new super-reality, how he checked with Alya after almost every blog post if she uploaded something during school hours, the quick comments and awkward praise given about his alter-ego when the Miraculous Duo came to be the topic again in the lunch table.

The Lady-blogger knew that Chat Noir playing offense when Darkblade came to claim Paris could be a clue, how Chat Noir knew where to take the students when evacuating the school after a nasty Akuma attack when he ‘supposedly’ never been there, and then how Chat Noir called everyone by their name when it was the first time her classmates even had the chance to see him in person and not on a news-recap.

Why Adrien had to miss the grand installment of the Miraculous Duo Statue in the park, but he never really missed it because he was THERE! Chat Noir was in her classroom and she didn’t even-!!

Alya gasped.

“Our project is due before 12!” Cupping her mouth before throwing her hands out to the blond. Yanking him out of the trash by the collar of his jacket.

“Why are you here and not finishing the first draft?!”

Adrien Agreste, still pressed up against the alley wall with his back supported by day-old trash, digested Alya’s words before rolling his eyes. A snarky reply slipped his mouth as he shifted his body into a more comfortable spot after getting squashed in the tight alleyway.

“An evil super villain possessed a child, Alya. I have priorities.”

“And our grade isn’t!”

Adrien tucked his legs under himself as a cat kwami popped out of his light blue jacket. Struggling to get on his feet from the buzz sensation in his legs after his fall, resting his hands on the dirty concrete before showing more of his superhero persona.

“Again priorities, Alya!” He uttered, ruffling his hair as he took their current situation in.

Stretching his arms as he stood up to his full height. His hair, messy and tangled, suede one side to the other as Adrien shook his head.

“I can’t leave my Lady alone when a crazed toddler is on the loose.”

----

Who would have guessed?

That the Cat with the dangerously charming grin was the same boy that can’t go out with his friends if work intervened or when his dad flatly said no to his face through a tablet held by his black-suited assistants. The guy that would merciless flirt with the red heroine (he still drinks respect women juice tho) was outside of the world of superheroes and villains, a guy that never went out on a proper date with anyone before.

God, this would surely make a great article.

Alya Césaire had uncovered one of the biggest secrets in Paris, all in a matter of some lucky seconds. Not because of her totally-awesome journalist skills, but all because of dumb luck.

Wait-.

She just lost her secret identity too.

--Ladybug is going to kill her.

Alya got sick and pale when she thought this situation over, not with her Lady Blogger brain, but with her superhero ego. Forgetting how her project was late or the fact if she didn’t return home quickly her family would worry if they didn’t find her in bed at this hour.

Ladybug is going to kill them.

No-... she gonna take away their miraculous FIRST so they then don’t have a chance to fight back and THEN kill them. Most likely after her speech about breaking the most important rule of being a superhero.

“Keeping your secret identity a secret.”

Alya groaned into her hands as the memory of Ladybug’s lectures and advanced fighting skills played in her head.

She is so dead.

Letting that fact sink in before taking in a big deep breath.

“It’s fine,” she can work with this. She can bounce back. She can just explain this to Ladybug without losing her chance at being a Miraculous Holder. It’s gonna be fine-

Parting her hands from her face to see Ch-Adrien pull out a little container of cheese for the black kwami nagging and floating by the blond’s head. The tiny god grinned as it nibbled (inhaled) on that snack as it hovered over his Chosen’s shoulder.

Alya screamed in her palms once more, making her peace on earth.

---

Alya thanked Adrien for the slice of cheese. Handing it to Trixx to get him ready for another transformation. The duo decided that it was better to wait it out for their Kwamis rather than try to walk home in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night.

Once Alya came over the shock of finding out Chat Noir’s identity, she bit her tongue before asking any questions. Taking in what was behind the mask, a good observation was key for a reporter since that can tell more than questions itself could.

His hair was different, it wasn’t the right length (when thinking of his magical alter-ego). Nor did it curl by his ears, but it still had that ‘swish’ and ‘fluff’ texture. His eyes were still that acid green color but seemed more on the light shade and looked more ‘natural’ and ‘safe’ compared to the huge, glowing cat eyes he had before. The same eyes that scared criminals in pit black or lit up a night sky. His face’s silhouette matched the pictures of the hero’s. His jaw was the perfect shape and his height was exactly the same, give or take the added milometers from his boots. Yet, it seemed so weird to see this.

There, Chat Noir peeled away left Adrien Agreste. Laying against the tagged-up walls and using the crunchy trash bags to break his fall and now as bean-bag chairs as he laughed at something his Kwami whispered.

“You’re Chat Noir.”

It was the first sentence she said without coughing or yelping. Scaring Adrien to just hear Alya speak in her stern tone, ruining the silence he thought they (unspokenly) agreed to keep. Nevertheless, Adrien should have known that the quiet could only last for a while before Alya recovered and spit questions with a blink of an eye.

It was too good to be true if he thought they could just forget about this and walk away.

The golden boy bit his bottom lip in what seems to be a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and a dash of amusement. Giving Alya a shy smile before shrugging his shoulders.

“Guess the cat is out of the bag,” Adrien, no, Chat Noir grinned.

The Lady-blogger had to stop the burning need to deck him so hard.

A thin, yet toothy smile appeared before losing it when Cha- Adrien’s kwami, a tiny grumpy cat-god with two white-ivory fangs that stood out in contrast with his deep purple fur, asked for more cheese before showing the rest of his sharp teeth in an attempt for a wide innocent smile.

It was terrifying.

“GOD!” Alya cried, rolling her eyes as her fox kwami fled to talk to Chat Noir, wait no, Adrien’s kwami. Still not over that her classmate was part of the Miraculous Duo. The reporter gasped for air even harder as she reached another conclusion.

“I knew it was you! AH! Ha! I knew it in the beginning!” Alya uttered, switching from frustrating sounds to a laugh that made Adrien question the report’s ability to handle and process all this before Alya pumped her fist up before cursing the universe out loud. Her painted nails rubbed circles on her temples while she munched on this memory in her own flashback.

“I-urgh! I knew! I knew you looked too much like Chat Noir, too much to call it ‘chance’. But no!- Marinette brushed me off. Telling me ‘That’s too good to be true!’- and now!” Tossing her hands out to the blond and his kwami.

The undeniable evidence that landed on her plate.

“Here you are! Both Chat Noir and Adri-“

A cold hand cupped on Alya’s mouth. Stopping her from shouting even louder or even finishing her sentence. Pushing her back to the old brick wall.

The Lady-blogger instinctively fought back, her hands reaching for the fingers over her mouth, but she stopped herself before she scratched the blond or bit his hand (or worse, spit in it).

“Alya,” Adrien hushed. “I know that you know this- but you can’t tell anyone about this. Living or dead- Not a soul, not in any journal entry, not on your blog or to Nino, ever. Not even to Marinette.”

Alya nodded at the sudden serious tone.

“Bad enough that Hawk Moth is still out there with his eye out for our heads. If you or I get akumatized it’s gonna be game over for Ladybug and Paris. You understand that, right?”

Alya shoved his hand away.

“First off, your hand smells like Camembert. Gross.”

“Second,” she sighed. Letting her fingers press against the creases of her forehead before sliding down to her cheek.

“. . .Does Ladybug know?”

Adrien’s fingers tugged on his hoodie string as he nibbled on his lips. His nose crinkled in dissatisfaction.

“We planned to reveal ourselves when Hawk Moth’s gone and defeated . . . “

“How noble.” Alya snorted.

Before Alya could ask anything else, Adrien beat her to the punch. His voice filled the air as cars in the background beeped at each other at the late ride home or to work.

“My turn with this interrogation.” Moving his face a little closer, Adrien Unaware-of-Boundaries-Because-He-Was-Locked-In-A-House-His-Whole-Life Agreste frowned.

“What do you mean by ‘I knew it” and how does Marinette think- wait, does she know that you’re Rena? Alya did you-”

Alya pushed Adrien a step off before rolling her eyes.

“Of course not!” She scoffed.

“I tell Mari everything, but - But Ladybug trusted me with the miraculous and I kept my secret and promise to her.” Twisting her leg in anxiousness before quickly commenting, “ Well it was a secret before THIS happened.”

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~Study Session at the Library. Be here by 2

~Same table as always

Adrien clicked on the message, typing out a quick response and a time change. Sweeping his hair back, happy with what he wrote after rewriting twice and finally pressing send.

-2:15, but I’m still in the locker room. I’m there by 2:30, tops.

Alya hummed as she saw the little dots on Nino’s phone before disappearing again and then reappearing with a new message. Huffing through her nose before typing a response back.

~It’s due this week and we are out by 3:45.

Adrien pulled his clothes from his locker before hearing the soft buzz of his phone in his gym bag. Groaning in defeat before typing out a dull reply.

-K.

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Peeling another sticky note to add to the right corner of the book, not before uncapping her thin felt-tipped marker as Marinette scribbled a slanted question. Looping her y’s and not paying attention to the clicks towards the table since it could just be Rose asking for another pen from Alya. However, a chair scraped across the wooden floor and a gym bag thumped on the ground which sent vibrations up the table. Making her jump, pulling back her hand before she accidentally drew a huge line down the page of her textbook.

“Thanks for organizing this session, Alya. I’m glad that we managed to meet up even with my schedule.”

Marinette continued to scribble in her sticky notes. Her handwriting got sloppier as she wrote faster. Her anxiousness escaped from her in her blush and in her quick penmanship. Exhaling sharply, catching Nino’s attention only to lose it as his dirt-colored eyes noticed his best friend. Tugging his headphones off his ears.

“Dude, nice to see you finally make it to one of our ‘nerd meetings’.”

“Hard with my Father and all my tutors back home. Are you gonna finally let me play Mega Strike on your phone or wait until your phone is at 5 percent like last time?”

“Adrien, it was one time!”

“SHH!” the librarian hushed. Quieting the boys and they slowly mellowed in their chairs. The librarian broke his stare and returned back to the paperwork on his desk. The boys broke their silence and the tension in the table as they couldn’t help the chuckles that came up their lips when they looked at each other. Bring back that light environment when the boys nudged each other playfully. Chuckling under their breath as Adrien set his pens and books out from his school bag.

Marinette tried her best to keep her eyes on her paper. She can’t be blushing and rambling like she always did. But God, this was gonna be so hard to do since old habits die hard. As hard as she gripped her pen while she carved the words on her notebook page. The music in her earbuds crashed with her emotions. The lofi beats weren’t calming her; it just made her feel like she was on the wrong station. Debating to switch her playlist to something quicker and louder to make her concentrate on her work and not on something more captivating. . .

WAIT,,, NO!!!! BAD MARINETTE! Don’t think that- he is just a friend!!

Pushing her earbuds in her ear deeper in hopes to drown out his laughter. Her finger swiped across stations and then deciding on to Jagged Stone’s new single. Killing the urge to stare at the model or steal looks at him, but surely looking at him couldn’t hurt-

GOD! WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!?

They’re just friends. And “just friends” doesn’t mean that you should stare at each other’s eyes. “Just Friends” means just friends especially when one of the friends looks like a certain blond and is potentially dating someone else-

A pink pen rolled over her notebook.

Is that- a Ladybug pen?

Marinette tugged on the wires of her earbuds, letting them fall off her ears and pausing the first verse of Jagged’s song.

“Ah-could you guys pass me my supplies?”

Marinette’s blue eyes finally did the thing she prayed she wouldn’t do.

She looked up.

There, Adrien rushed to pick up his pens, pencils, markers, and highlighters as they rolled off the table. Nino was already crouching down, grabbing the ones that fell under his chair’s legs while Alya picked up the ones that came her way.

“I didn’t know they sold ladybug stationery?” The lady-blogger grinned, twirling the pen between her painted nails. Wiggling her eyebrows at the flustered blond who try to brush off her looks with an eye roll. Hoping that if he ignores the blush that came up his face, they won’t comment on it.

“It was in a pack, Alya.” Adrien bit his lip, reaching over to snatching the pen back from Alya. Only to miss her hand completely as she pulled back her arm in the last second. Teasing Adrien with the pen, holding it out of his grasp. Tossing it to Nino when his fingers reached a little too close to the pen. The boys rough-house a minute before earning themselves another scorning from the librarian.

Over the last two years of going to public school compared to the first day he tried to sneak through the front gates, Adrien Agreste would have died on the spot if he got scorned by an authority figure other than his caregiver, well ‘care’-givers, at Françoise Dupont High School - but with time, Adrien Agreste mellowed into the new role of Adrien, the student.

Just the student.

A different persona from the one that lived at home and bloom when entering school grounds. Adrien would say that he’s more care-free and open than before as he learned how to sneak out and what buttons to press when joking with his closest friends. Like how Nino always fell for the “What’s that?” trick- no matter what or how Kagami liked puns even if she frowned or how Marinette would shot a sarcastic remark if given the chance (so Adrien tried his best to set the joke to hear Mari’s slick comments which often ending with an innocent smile before walking away).

So it wasn’t unusual for Adrien to act like this, like a teenager and not some super famous model. Just a student who was currently blushing in embarrassment due to his Ladybug stationary.

“They’re nice.”

The study group turned to the peep in the corner. Marinette swiped her thumb over the magical ladybug clip on the pen.

It felt heavy and good in her hand, it had nice weigh to it. All with a slick design that didn’t seem cheesy or cheap. It’s hard to make polka-dots work nicely, but who would know right?

“I’m more of Chat Noir fan though.” A small smile slipped out as she spun the pen in her hand one last time. Her face softens as she thought about her partner and how cute it would be to have his cartoon face on sticky notes if it didn’t add to his ego. Marinette finally passed the pen to Adrien who unconsciously held out his hand when her hand went out to him.

“Cool,” Adrien answered. Not knowing what to say without giving himself away or boasting about the Miraculous Duo without sounding stiff or awkward.

That little moment was gone as a voice cleared the air.

“So you’re a cat stan now?”

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“I didn’t know you dig that type of leather, Mari?” Alya purred as she grinned a little too hard as her joke, causing her cheeks to squish the edge of her amber-colored iris. Narrowing her four eyes at her clueless friend.

“I’m not- why are you making it sound so weird?!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Marinette rolled her eyes before shaking her head. Quickly stepping down the stairs with the reporter on her heels. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, reminding herself to trim them when she gets home or when she’s free by this weekend.

“And-stop looking at me like that, Alya!”

“I wasn-”

“I can feel your laser vision from here.”

“Okay, fine! I give, Mari. I can’t lie to you no more.” Throwing her arms around the designer’s neck and tugging her near. Marinette pulled her legs under her before she choked herself with Alya’s hold.

“The truth is- I’m setting you up with a superhero, but can’t unless I absolutely know that you’re into them.”

“. . . .what?”

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thattimdrakeguy · 5 years ago

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what did you think of the current gotham nights

I only read the latest issue and I assume that’s what you meant,

So I can tell ya that I thought it was really bad. It’s the type of things that panders to fans, but it’s really really flawed.

If this was a fan fiction, it would just be slightly below average. Characterization would suck, but when it’s a fan fic writer were this isn’t their job, and don’t have the knowledge of everything, it’s easier to forgive and not mind, because that’s pretty ridiculous to get angry over.

But this is an OFFICIAL DC Comics published comic. Their is higher standards to them. It just stunk fiercely, and I’m not even gonna give them an excuse, because they don’t deserve it. They’re making comics, they barely try, and getting money for it.

Everyone’s just rounded down to one trait, literally in the beginning in Tim’s case.

And one of the other traits he has, that made him important to the Batman legacy in the first place, which is understanding Batman and why Robins so important, is given to DICK.

I assume because this writer never did any research on Tim, and I don’t even think Steph, because she’s a non-character. She just says the generic lines anybody could, because they realized she wasn’t saying much, or at least that’s my guess, because I kept forgetting she was here. Maybe just cause she blends into the background more cuz the colorist dulled all the colors. Like Tim’s costume is just gray now.

Getting back on track though, when you can’t even be bothered to read a character’s origin when it’s your job to write them in official media, you’re a crappy writer, you are dog shit. This is just pathetic. They couldn’t have been bothered. Even editorial didn’t bother correcting that.

My guess for this is just because everyone makes Dick the motivational, inspiration Robin, which isn’t completely wrong. But don’t give him Tim’s spiel when he’s literally right next to you. It’s not like they’re bothering to give him any other traits besides smart and mildly pessimistic.

And it half-way acts as a character study too, so that makes it EXTRA EXTRA bad. You just can’t be cocky and assume you know the characters, when the only thing you make clear is that you don’t.

But I wouldn’t expect anything else from the writer that thought Damian, the kid that was abused and broken over and over again till he became a perfected warrior, who thinks of himself as an adult, and has only been shown having more sophisticated interests (besides a laptop and I think an iPhone? But to be an iPhone or iPod or what ever makes no sense. I don’t even understand the laptop, because that’s in his origin, and why the heck would Ra’s give their experiment kid that they abuse about every day access to the world wide web?), interests such as like painting, a freaking interest in video games, and specifically acting like his favorite would be called called “Cheese Viking”, when he hasn’t played with anyone his age (Super Sons wasn’t around yet, and if it was it was very very very early on. I think Super Sons sucked regardless cuz of bad characterization), he’s been shown in the Manor for three years without an interest that I can recall, like he lives with Batman and an elderly former secret service agent as a butler, and it doesn’t fit his personality. This writer couldn’t be bothered to put care into anything. Most thought is cheap fan service that doesn’t work from a character perspective.

Basically what I’m saying is, when I saw the name “Tim Seeley”, I knew it was going to suck, because he just never tries all that hard. He just does fan service to scrap by.

This is the guy who does so much fan service, he co-wrote “Grayson”, a series notorious for having scenes that are so weirdly sexualized for the fans, that it can come off as sleezy, and in a lot of cases, just writing Dick to be constantly sexually harassed. It’s not great the way he chooses to write.

He even writes Dick and Damian’s relationship to be like Dick and TIM’s. Dick and Tim was absolute big brother little brother. Dick was more serious with Damian, he was his mentor and father figure, he was stern, not Batman stern but he was still in-charge of him and wanted him to learn, he used to let Damian know what he did wrong (at least some of the time) and sometimes even taught him lessons the hard way. Dick and Damian love each other, but they always get misrepresented as a Dick and Tim relationship. Which I don’t understand, because even though I like Dick and Tim’s more, since I am a Tim fan, Dick and Damian’s is way more interesting from a writing perspective, and they always just write it so bad to be pandery.

When you take take one of Tim’s most iconic traits, and well-known relationship, and give it to others, you should not be writing these characters, or a character study on any scale.

Jason in this is just an angry, cynic. And I like when he’s angry and a cynic, but they just make him absolutely annoying. Jason has charm. Read Under the Red Hood, he does horrific stuff, but he’s a charming personality despite that. In this they just made him almost whiny. Like a bad parody of Jason rather than the actual spectacle the real character is.

Nothing about this was good.

It’s only getting by on fan service, but I’m not blinded by any fan service, because I just want good stories that do the characters justice. Which is ultimately what any critic would go off of if they care. “Does it tell a good story?” “Does it do the characters right?” “Was it ever bland anywhere?” “Does it not make sense?” “Are there any mistakes?”

Those are basic things that people do for actual critiques, not just saying your personal opinion as ya read without much thought, and an opinion is an opinion, but I review stuff so this is what I go off of in a lot of my posts.

The story is half attempting to be a character study, and it failed very quickly, so it doesn’t tell a good story.

How the story failed was because Tim Seeley is a lazy writer who doesn’t know the characters better than a superficial level. So it doesn’t do the characters right.

It’s bland because they’re in the same spot the whole issue. Which could be good, but they’d have to actually do the characters well, to make the story interesting, which they obviously didn’t, so it’s just bland and tasteless.

And it doesn’t even always make sense, because why is Steph there? I know she’s a Robin, I consider her a Robin, but not in this timeline. She literally sees for herself that she was Robin another timeline, and gets emotional because she wasn’t in this one. So why would Clayface kidnap her with the other Robins, if she’s not a Robin in this timeline? Clayface logically wouldn’t know that, because he wasn’t involved with the Bat-Family at the time that was found out. At least nowhere in a place to overhear it as far as I remember. I’m pretty sure only a few people ever knew it too.

And Tim is sadly ... “Drake” in this issue. But-- Damian calls him “Red Robin” in a scene, and I can’t tell if that’s him being snarky or rude by calling him by his old name, but to me I just think it was a mistake.

The issue was just garbage. Like I can’t say anything good, besides the concept could’ve been good, but that’s still saying they did a crap job with the concept.

Tim Seeley shouldn’t have been the one to write it. I don’t know who because I have yet to see a DC writer that can actually right the characters well, and not just write them superficially and make stuff up on their way.

DC isn’t in the place where I think they could actually make this work. They don’t have the talent or the range.

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mayquita · 5 years ago

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The Art of (Fake)Dating (1/4)

Surprise @shardminds ! I’m your CS Secret Santa! I felt pretty bad for not being able to have your gift ready on time. I wanted to offer you something, so I decided to divide your gift into four parts, and here’s the first one, finally! It has been a pleasure to get to know you throughout these past weeks, I’d like you to know that you already have a friend in me. ;)

Apologies in advance because there will probably be around a million mistakes. I hope you like it despite that :)

Thanks to @cssecretsanta2k19 for organizing the event and making sure everything worked correctly.

Summary: When Emma agrees to be Killian’s fake girlfriend she expects it to be a one-time thing. However, and despite getting an enemy in the form of an overprotective brother, she ends up becoming an expert in the art of fake dating even though she can’t stand her fake boyfriend, at least at the beginning.

Ao3 / FFNet

The Art of (Fake) Dating

I need a reminder, Jones. Why am I doing this? - Emma

Because you’re a good person who offered help to someone in need? - Killian

Nah, I mean the other reason, the one that really matters to me. - Emma

Are you implying that you aren’t a good person then? - Killian

Jones, keep pushing and you get nothing. - Emma

Just was kidding, Swan. I know the terms of our agreement. - Killian

So enlighten me, I need a reminder about the reason why I’ve accepted this stupid plan. - Emma

Killian? - Emma

It’s not funny, Jones - Emma

Well, since you don’t seem especially interested, I better look for a more enjoyable Thanksgiving plan. It won’t be a difficult task, by the way. - Emma

Where’s the rush, Swan? I was just a bit busy, but I’m all yours now ;) - Killian

I’m waiting. - Emma

(insert heavy sigh sound) Okay… you get to choose the best shift. Happy now? - Killian

Ask me when we get back - Emma

Emma rested her arms on the counter and barely resisted the urge to bang her head against the smooth surface while cursing under her breath. What the hell was I thinking? Why on earth did I accept this stupid plan?

Letting out a soft groan, she put the phone in her pants pocket and straightened her back, ignoring Ruby’s inquisitive gaze.

She could barely stand the guy, for God’s sake, but that hadn’t stopped her from accepting not only to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family (and also spend the night there — seriously, what’s wrong with me? ) but do it as his fake girlfriend.

Who are you kidding, Emma? You and I know the real reason why you accepted the deal. Her inner voice seemed to be very active today, although she made an effort to ignore it trying to focus on her current task.

You know you’ll have to share the bed with him, don’t you? And obviously, it won’t be the first time��

“Oh shut up!” Great. She had gone crazy and started talking to herself.

She felt her cheeks start to burn as she glanced around to make sure no one was witnessing how she managed to embarrass herself. Luckily, Will and Ruby were serving some customers and Robin, their boss, was in the back room. Killian Jones, the object of her tribulations, would arrive later. Although she tried, she found herself unable to prevent a flood of no longer repressed memories from starting to resurface.

Her inner voice was right. Thanksgiving night wouldn’t be the first time she shared a bed with Killian. It had all been the product of a series of unfortunate decisions taken shortly after she had moved to Storybrooke, a sleepy town in the middle of nowhere, three and a half years ago in a somewhat desperate attempt at a fresh start away from everything and everyone.

In retrospect, she should have gotten drunk, at least she would have an excuse for her behavior. She couldn’t blame alcohol, but she might have found herself in a state of transitory alienation that would have clouded her mind to the point where it seemed reasonable not only to fuck a guy she had just met in a place as mundane as the town diner but did so knowing that he lived in the same apartment building as her, although on a different floor.

To make matters worse, that guy, Killian Jones, had also turned out to be one of her coworkers at The Rabbit Hole, the bar she would start working on the following day. Seriously? What were the odds!?

She had decided that she was going to hate Killian for the rest of her life, even though he had offered her one of the best sex sessions she remembered. But what she had hoped was a simple one night stand, without complications, in the end, had become not only her neighbor but the asshole, cocky and too sexy for his own good co-worker.

In case all this wasn’t reason enough for her dislike towards him, there was a fact that was the one that had bothered Emma the most, although she would never admit it out loud. By the time she had learned that she would have to see him on a daily basis at their workplace, she had pushed him away, holding back any possible approach on his part. Although she was the only one to blame, she couldn’t help feeling rejected in some way, since, after a couple of timid attempts and some flirtation, he seemed to have lost any interest in repeating their dalliance. Dammit!

“Why me and why you need to pretend you have a girlfriend?”

Emma had asked the same questions since she had agreed to be part of the farce, obtaining vague explanations or directly silence in response. However, since they were already on their way to the Jones’ house, she found herself in need to ask once more. She wanted to know the cards she played with in this stupid game.

Killian’s gaze drifted to her for a split second, but then he turned his attention back to the road, keeping his lips sealed. Emma let out an exaggerated sigh as she leaned back in her seat and turned her head in the direction of the window, feeling a sense of growing frustration settling in the pit of her stomach.

The day hadn’t started well, as she had intended to follow Killian’s car while driving her beloved yellow beetle. Killian had looked at her as if she had grown two heads before responding in a somewhat condescending tone, which had done nothing to placate her annoyance towards him.

“We live in the same building and now we are a couple, obviously we don’t need to travel in two separate cars, Swan. And don’t think for a second that I’m going to spend the next two hours stuck in that horrendous metal trap.”

At least the music resonating inside the vehicle was good enough to keep her entertained since her fake boyfriend seemed to have entered into a kind of mutism, or worse, he had decided to ignore her presence completely. This entire situation only strengthened her resentment towards him, although that did not prevent her from wanting to fuck him. Emma wasn’t sure yet how she was going to deal with those mixed feelings when they were locked in the privacy of a bedroom, presumably sleeping in the same bed and…

“Two things, love.” The unexpected sound of Killian’s voice brought her back to reality, causing those inappropriate thoughts to return to the most hidden corner of her mind, where they would remain and where they should never escape again, an arduous task when his voice alone had the ability to make her blood run hot in her veins. Gods! She hated this guy for taking control over her body without him even being aware of it. “Well, actually three.” The bastard gave her a sidelong glance, the hint of a smirk adorning his lips. But if she thought he was finally going to give her an explanation, she was wrong, since he looked back to the road as he returned to his silence.

The man was so infuriating and always seemed to have an ace up his sleeve to cause a reaction in her. On this occasion, she tried hard not to take the bait but her current situation, locked in his vehicle on the way to a somewhat uncertain destination, did not help much for her purpose.

“Come on, Jones. Tell me now or I’ll break the deal,” she snapped finally, hating him a little more in the process.

“Calm down, Swan. We still have an hour and a half left to reach our destination. You should relax and enjoy the ride, the good music and, of course, the good company.” She didn’t even need to look at him to know he was smirking again. “Maybe if you ask nicely…”

The glare she gave him seemed to be enough for him to stop teasing her. “Okay, okay. As I was saying and to answer your questions, three things. The first one. I chose you because my family had heard from you before. You know, the coworker who hates me for some inexplicable reason, but over time she ends up falling for my undeniable charms in the most classic enemies to lovers style.”

“I can’t believe you told that story to your family,” she huffed while shaking her head, somewhat surprised by the fact that Killian seemed to have the entire farce under control.

“Well, it’s partially true, isn’t it?”

“Me falling for you? Keep dreaming, Jones.”

“Always.” He winked at her causing her stomach to flop. Bastard . “But I meant you hating me.”

She rolled her eyes, holding back a biting retort. Instead, she chose to continue with her inquiries. “I know I’m probably going to regret it, but what’s the second thing?”

“Ah, that…” Emma didn’t miss the fact that he looked back at the road while his cheeks acquired a light pink hue. Although she tried to ignore it, her stomach fluttered in anticipation, making a small somersault when he looked at her again before continuing to speak. “I know how you kiss, Swan. So I thought it would be convenient if I chose a lass with whom I had already kissed previously since it would give credibility to our performance.”

So he remembered that they had kissed before… Emma wondered if he also remembered that they had done much more than kissing. She had even come to think that he had completely forgotten their night together, one of the reasons that had made her feel somewhat rejected.

“Even so, I’m entirely willing to practice to perfect our technique in case it’s necessary to carry out certain public displays of affection, you know what I mean.” The way he bit his lower lip and wagged his eyebrows at her had no effect on her. None at all.

Was he flirting with her or was it just a figment of her imagination? To be honest, he had never stopped doing it, but in the same way he did with any female who crossed his path. This time, however, his flirting seemed to have a clear intention, but it couldn’t be, right?

Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a blush crawling up from her neck to her cheeks. Still, she felt the need to tease him back. “I also know how you kiss, Jones, there is no need to practice. In fact, there is no need for kisses at all. We will be there for less than twenty-four hours.” Before he had time to reply, she continued speaking in an attempt to divert attention. “And what about the reason for this farce?”

He took a few seconds to respond, which allowed Emma to notice a slight change in his attitude. His jaw clenched and the muscles in his arms tensed as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “About that… Let’s say that my brother thinks I’m a total failure in several parcels of my life.” His gaze shifted almost imperceptibly to the prosthesis of his left arm. “I guess I wanted to cross out one of them from the list.”

Killian had used a nonchalant tone as he shrugged as if he downplayed his statement. His fake smile and the hint of bitterness in his voice said otherwise, though. Emma and Killian might not even be considered friends, but at least she had come to know part of his past and had even witnessed some of his lowest moments. Even so, she didn’t expect that to be something that could affect him in his relationship with his brother.

An unusual wave of sympathy for him washed over her. She was aware that Killian, like her, dragged several demons from his past. The fact that his first instinct had been to look at his prosthesis was proof of that. She was also able to recognize, despite her dislike towards him, some of his qualities. She had always admired that, despite the absence of a hand, he seemed able to get everything he set out to do. Or at least that was the impression he gave, with all that aura of self-confidence. Now Emma was no longer so sure. Suddenly, this stupid plan acquired a new and interesting dimension. She needed more answers.

“Let me see if I’ve understood. For your brother to think that you are not a failure you decided to take a fake girlfriend home so that he thinks that at least you haven’t failed in love?”

“Something like that,” he admitted reluctantly. Before she could reply, though, he continued. “There is one aspect to keep in mind, by the way. I don’t think he will dare, but I still need to warn you. My brother Liam can be a bit overprotective in addition to a pain in the ass. But since you’re a tough girl, I assume that you will be able to handle him in case he decides to have it in for you.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. “Great, now it turns out that I have to play the awful girlfriend role that isn’t good enough for the little brother? Just perfect. Anything else I should know before venturing into the lion’s den?”

“My sister-in-law is the nicest person and my nephews are adorable?”

A soft snort escaped between her lips before she laid her head on the back of her seat and let her gaze wander through the window, while trying to prepare for what might happen. It might be interesting, after all, she tried to cheer herself up. Emma felt apprehensive but at the same time with some level of excitement to know not only the dynamics of that family but also to discover more layers of the mystery that Killian Jones meant to her.

Thanks for reading.

Since I’ve already started my winter break it won’t happen as with my other wips. I plan to post the rest of the parts in the next few days.

#cs ff #captain swan #csss #cssecretsanta2k19 #mayquita writes #my cs writings #the art of (fake)dating

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alonely-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 15: Ding Dong: The Witch Is Dead

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 3374

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there, besides I couldn’t have it edited! I hope you’ll like it!

Masterlist

New Series: The Valuable Sun

Mackenzie missed Katherine. She never thought that being so close to Elijah would be a bad thing. Unfortunately, she was closer to Klaus and Rebekah, and no matter how hard she tried to find a way to remove the dagger that kept Elijah in his coffin, she couldn’t find any that didn’t end with her dead. And Klaus was no idiot, he made sure that Mackenzie didn’t get close to his brother, had even instructed Rebekah to be careful not to let her out of her sight.

Klaus had a taste for the luxurious. Even more so than Katherine. The place they were staying out was the most beautiful Mackenzie had ever seen. And unnecessarily big. Three bedrooms, five bathrooms, a view of the city… Even the couch Mackenzie had slept on was more comfortable than any bed she had slept in in the last two months. Klaus had gone out of his way to make sure Mackenzie had everything she needed. She was surprised at first when he handed her a bag of clothes and hygiene necessities but then figured he had needed to get some for his sister anyway.

Rebekah wasn’t particularly nice, but she wasn’t exactly mean either, or at least, she hadn’t been yet. Mackenzie was worried that the blonde would have any expectations from her “friend”, but she hadn’t asked her to do anything odd, yet. Klaus had tasked the elemental with informing her sister on what she had missed in the last 90 years. That meant anything from a basic history lesson to setting up Rebekah’s new smartphone.

Klaus seemed to be under the impression that spoiling his sister would make her forgive him for daggering her and storing her in a box for almost a century. Mackenzie couldn’t tell if Rebekah was just superficial or if she was just used to it, but any trace of anger towards her brother disappeared when he gave her a diamond bracelet Mackenzie imagined had cost as much if not more than the apartment they were staying at.

The next morning, Rebekah had insisted they went shopping for new clothes as she was persuaded her brother had picked up the ugliest clothes he had found to mess with her. She didn’t believe anyone would wear such things.

She was disappointed when she saw what the shops were selling. In comparison, what Klaus had given her seemed like the best option.

“There has to be more to this dress,” she complained from the fitting room.

“There’s not,” Klaus sighed, bored and annoyed. He was lounging with Stefan on a couch in the middle of the shop, with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a glass in the other.

He had lost count of how many shops they had been to before she had agreed to stop at this one and try on some dresses. She hated everything she saw and had eventually asked Mackenzie to pick up anything she liked.

“So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then?” she said as she stepped back in the room, wearing a short black dress. “You know I got dirty looks for wearing trousers.”

“You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing,” Klaus said to his sister before he finished his glass.

“And what is this music, it sounds like a cable car accident.”

“It’s dance music,” Stefan told her.

“People dance to this?”

“Hm,” he nodded.

“Are we done?” Klaus asked.

“And why are you so grumpy?”

“I needed one thing from you for my witch to find our why my hybrids were dying. One thing: your necklace. And you lost it.”

“I didn’t lose it. It��s just been missing for 90 years.”

Klaus smiled half amused, half drunk.

“So what do you think?” she asked Stefan, turning around to show him the dress.

“I like it,” he said, unconvincingly. Rebekah made a face. “What? I said I like it.”

“I can always tell when you’re lying, Stefan,” she told him before turning towards Mackenzie.

“I..” she shook her head, “I don’t like it.”

“You picked it,” Rebekah reminded her.

“You hated everything I liked,” she shrugged. “I was going another way.”

Rebekah sighed and rolled her eyes before getting back into the fitting room to change.

“Nice one. Good work,” Klaus shook his head.

Mackenzie ignored him. Of all the things she had imagined would happen, this was one unlikely scenario. The normality of it made her uneasy. But no matter how long they spent shopping, she wouldn’t forget that the drunk young “man” sitting on that couch had killed Jonas and Luka Martins, Jenna Gilbert, and many many more people.

“What? You pulled the dagger out of her,” Stefan told his old new friend.

“I heard that!” Rebekah said.

“All right,” Stefan said as he put his glass on the coffee table in front of him. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

He felt Mackenzie’s eyes on him as he walked away. Maybe she was scared to be left alone with the two Originals, maybe she wished she too could just walk out that shop. He didn’t really care. He was barely out of the shop when he saw Katherine standing across the street. He made sure Klaus wasn’t following him before he went to her.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“You two look chummy,” was the first thing she said. “Klaus your new bestie.”

“If he finds out you’re in Chicago, you’re dead.”

She grinned. “Happy to know that you still care.”

Stefan scoffed then shook his head.

“So tell me if I’m wrong: Rebekah’s necklace that Klaus is looking for… that’s the necklace you gave to Elena.”

Stefan smirked. “Bye, Katherine,” was his only answer before he started walking away.

“Hey, hey, wait,” she stopped him. “You’re up to something. Tell me.”

Stefan hesitated. “They don’t know where the necklace is. I just have to keep them from figuring it out. I have it all under control.”

“Please tell me you have a better plan than that,” she asked, and the corner of his mouth curved up. “You do?” He didn’t answer. “Come one, Stefan. You’re not the diabolical type. Whatever you’re planning, it’s not gonna work.”

“Well, if the most diabolical woman I know can’t seem to figure it out then I must be doing something right?”

“Uh-uh, I forgot. You’re bad now. Don’t get too cocky. Klaus is smarter than you. He’s smarter than everyone.”

Stefan tilted his head as a way of saying goodbye then walked away.

“Look out for her, will you?” she called after him. He turned around and gave her a confused look. “Mackenzie. How did Klaus even get to her anyway?”

“Why do you care?” he asked, surprised she was asking about the witch. “She was at my old place. Klaus is keeping her around because he doesn’t want her to free Elijah.”

“She shouldn’t have been there.”

“She was with you?” Stefan raised his eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t like witches. Were you trying to set her up or something?”

“No. After Klaus released us I asked her if she wanted to come with me and she said yes,” she shrugged.

Stefan chuckled. “I’m beginning to think that girl has a death wish.”

“Yeah,” Katherine sighed, “I know what you mean…”

***

Rebekah ended up buying clothes Mackenzie picked for her. When Stefan returned, they immediately left for Gloria’s. They found her in her bar, cleaning tables. She didn’t look afraid of the vampires and Mackenzie wondered why. She couldn’t imagine anyone being so confident they wouldn’t fear the Originals. Even Bonnie who had enough powers to kill Klaus had been smart enough to be afraid of him. But she wasn’t about to ask the witch anything, especially since she didn’t even bother to look at her, which was a good thing. The last thing she needed was for her to tell Klaus what Mackenzie really was.

Gloria said finding the necklace would be easy enough with Rebekah’s help. After all, she had worn it for a thousand years. Sitting at a table, with herbs and a bowl of water in front of her, the witch invited Rebekah to give her a hand. The blonde sat on the table and obeyed. Mackenzie knew the witch was doing a locator spell. What she didn’t know was why Stefan looked so nervous about it. After half an hour, Gloria had results.

“I found it.”

“Where is it?” Rebekah asked, eager to get her necklace back.

“It doesn’t work like that, doll. I get images. There’s a girl with her friends…”

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don’t get my necklace back.”

“Well, I have to dive back in and get the details.”

“So dive,” Klaus said, moving closer to her, putting a hand on the table and giving her a threatening smile.

“I need more time. And space. You’re harshing my juju.”

“We can wait,” he insisted.

“I’m sure you can. But that’s not what I asked.”

Klaus didn’t move, he didn’t want to leave. An uncomfortable silence took over the bar. Mackenzie was sure Klaus was about to tear Gloria apart when Stefan intervened.

“Hey, hey. Why don’t we just come back later? I’m hungry anyway,” he said. “I’ll let you pick who we eat.”

Klaus grinned, attracted by the offer. “Fine.”

Mackenzie wasn’t fine, though. She really didn’t want to go with them. Three vampires looking for something to eat? She’d gladly stay away. But Klaus wasn’t about to let her out of his sight and there was nowhere she could go. She thought about asking if she could stay at the bar but then remembered that staying alone with a witch wasn’t in her best interests either.

Klaus picked three girls from the street and they led them back to the storage room where Mackenzie was forced to watch the vampires feed on them. She felt like she was going to be sick.

This storage room had once been her goal. She was exactly where she had wanted to be for the past month. In the same room as Elijah. Unfortunately, there was no way to help him. Klaus would stop her. Rebekah and Stefan wouldn’t help. She couldn’t use her magic either, she wasn’t nearly strong enough to take down three vampires, two of them Originals, one of them a hybrid. It was so hard to be so close yet unable to do anything. Klaus hadn’t even allowed her to see him. He didn’t want her to know which coffin he was in.

“My girl’s dead, I’m bored,” Rebekah complained after a while.

“You weren’t kidding about being hungry,” Klaus told Stefan.

“It’s been a long day.”

“Try being related to her,” Klaus laughed as he turned to look at his sister.

“You’re being mean. Why are you being mean? You used to love me.”

“It’s been 90 years, Rebekah. Give him a minute.”

“Why are you taking his side?”

“Because, my dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn’t give you what you want.”

“Will you stop making me out to be a brat. I am not a brat!”

“A thousand years of life experience says otherwise.”

Stefan chuckled. “Well, you’re no picnic either. I’ve only spent one summer with you and I feel like I want to blow my head off.”

Rebekah laughed. “Fantastic.”

Stefan dropped his girl on the floor and got up. “I need to go,” he said as he wiped the blood off his lips.

“Where is he going?” Rebekah asked.

“To write a name on a wall, it’s a long story,” he explained. “Hey! Take the witch with you. She’s about to puke all over us.”

“Really?” Stefan complained.

“Yes, really, unless you want to clean the mess she’s about to make.”

The vampire rolled his eyes but gestured for Mackenzie to follow him, which she happily did.

Fresh air did her good, though she couldn’t erase the images of the three dead girls in the arms of the vampires. One wrong move and she’d end up just like them.

“Katherine stopped by this morning,” he told her once they were outside.

“What?” she faked ignorance.

“She asked me to look after you. I take it I can trust you?”

Mackenzie didn’t reply right away. “You can trust me,” she said. “But can I trust you?” The Stefan she saw with Klaus, the Stefan she was with at that moment, had nothing in common with the Stefan that she used to know from Mystic Falls. He was arrogant, mean… and drinking human blood. She knew it was Klaus’ fault, but she didn’t know what he was faking and what he wasn’t.

“I guess you’ll see, come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Gloria knows Elena has the necklace. I need to make sure she won’t tell Klaus.”

Elena had the necklace? Mackenzie frowned. How did Elena get Rebekah’s necklace? She wasn’t about to ask, but she was relieved that Stefan still cared enough to want to protect Elena.

“And how are you going to do that?”

Stefan looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh,” Mackenzie’s heart skipped a beat.

“So. Can I trust you?”

“You don’t really need me to… kill her, do you?”

“No, but I can’t take the risk of you slipping out. Klaus would kill me.”

Mackenzie tried to prepare herself for what she was about to see. She realized when she stepped inside the bar that she wasn’t ready at all, but Gloria was.

“There you are,” she said, as if she’d been waiting for them. Well, maybe not for them, but for Stefan at least.

“Thought you were resting,” Stefan said as he walked towards her.

Mackenzie chose to stay behind, as far away from them as possible.

“Well, now all of us have a secret,” Gloria said as she walked towards the bar. Stefan followed her, taking the bottle she was handing him.

“What did you see?”

“It’s what I heard that’s interesting. You know the girls with the necklace, they were talking about you.”

“Yet you didn’t tell Klaus. Why?”

“I wouldn’t help that hybrid half-breed with anything,” she admitted. “The necklace is a talisman from the Original witch herself. I want it.”

“Well, I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Don’t be difficult,” she insisted. “I’d hate to tell Klaus what a liar his sidekick is.”

Stefan thought about it, gave a look to Mackenzie who didn’t know what to do or what to say, then he tilted his head, showing Mackenzie what decision he had made. He launched himself at the witch who stopped him without difficulty. She didn’t even move a muscle and Stefan was on the ground.

“Guess I’ll have to get it out of you the hard way, uh?” she said.

Mackenzie didn’t know what to do. She could see Stefan was about to pass out. She had to stop it. She used fire to make the bottles in the shelves behind Gloria explode which sent both her and Stefan away from the bar. Before Gloria had a chance to recollect herself, Mackenzie used wind to send her fly away against a wall. She didn’t have the chance to do anything more as Stefan broke the witch’s neck.

Mackenzie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Stefan turned around slowly, giving her a baffled look.

“Don’t ask,” she whispered. And he didn’t.

Here she was again. Responsible for someone else’s death. She tried to tell herself it was a good thing, because she saved Stefan, probably herself too and it meant Elena was safe, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. She felt even worse when she realized that Stefan didn’t care at all. Would she one day feel that way? Elijah had told her she’d kill again, that in this world it was kill or be killed, but would she ever kill someone and not think twice about it? She hoped it would never come to that.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice said, making her jump. “Looks like I missed the party.”

“Katherine,” Mackenzie breathed out, relieved to see her friend.

“Looks like I was worried for nothing.”

“Where were you?”

“Around.”

“Around? Around?! I waited for you all morning and you never came back!”

“I got busy,” Katherine defended herself, “and you don’t get to be mad at me when you went around and got yourself caught by Klaus!”

“I…”

“No,” she cut her off. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“Well this is very nice and heartwarming, but we have a bigger problem here,” Stefan stopped them and pointed at Gloria’s dead body.

“Right. Let’s clean this up. We don’t want Klaus to find his dead witch here, he’ll get suspicious.”

They started to clean up, well, Stefan and Mackenzie started to clean up, while Katherine watched.

“I’ve been thinking about your diabolical plan.”

“Ah? Do tell,” Stefan faked his interest.

“You must know that Klaus is too paranoid to ever fully trust you, but the sister, she loves you like it was yesterday. She’s the easier mark. But you can’t just pretend to care, because Klaus will know better. So you do the opposite. You bond with him. Make her feel left out. That’ll only make her want you more.”

“Oh, so you mean I’m taking a page out of the Katherine Pierce playbook?”

“The only question is why, Stefan? I mean, I get it, you wanna keep Klaus away from Mystic Falls but what else do you expect to get from it?”

“You know what’s funny? You keep talking to me like I actually trust you enough to tell you anything.”

“Oh, come on, Stefan. We’re beyond that. My witch just saved your life.”

“Um, I’m not your witch,” Mackenzie protested.

“Sorry. My friend just saved your life.”

Stefan scoffed. “Okay. I knew them, back in the 20’s. They were running from someone, someone who scared them.”

“A hunter,” Katherine said, and he nodded. “I heard stories about him centuries ago.”

“Don’t you wanna know why an Original vampire who can’t be killed is afraid of a vampire hunter?”

“If you’re planning on making a move against Klaus, I want in.”

“That’s good. It’s good to want things, Katherine.”

“Stefan…”

“Katherine,” he stopped her, “I’m in this alone. If you’re looking for a diabolical partner in crime, I suggest you stick to your weirdly gifted witch over there,” he said before he took off with Gloria’s dead body.

Katherine sighed. “So, wanna stick around until Klaus gets here or are you coming with me?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

***

Mackenzie was amazed by how quick Katherine acted. She had only just heard of the hunter and she was already back in Mystic Falls with a plan to find him. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she had been told a little about him before.

It bothered Mackenzie to be on a mission to kill but she would rather be with Katherine than with Klaus and Rebekah. Though, a voice inside her head made her feel guilty for abandoning the blonde to her brother, it was definitely the wisest choice. Especially since Gloria was dead. She wondered how Stefan was going to get out of this one. But Mackenzie had more pressing issues to worry about.

“Do we really need Damon?” she asked, unhappy with Katherine’s plans.

“We don’t need him but, you know, the more the merrier.”

“With Damon it’s the more the deadlier,” she mumbled.

Katherine laughed. “Was that supposed to be funny?”

“We’ve been driving for an entire day, I’m exhausted.”

“You’ll sleep in the car, we’re going on a road trip.”

“A road trip with Damon Salvatore, yay…”

“Would you rather be with Klaus?”

Mackenzie rolled her eyes. “Maybe.”

“Well, I got the necklace. Poor Bonnie, she didn’t suspect a thing.”

They had been back in Mystic Falls for less than a day and they were already ready to leave. Katherine was more than impatient to find that vampire hunter who supposedly scared the hell out of Klaus.

“All we need now is a driver.”

“Fine,” Mackenzie sighed. “Let’s go get Damon.”

**********

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sociopath-analysis · 5 years ago

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Sociopath Profile: Felix

Armored (left) and real face (right) Real Name: Isaac Gates From the web animated/machinima series Red vs. Blue (2003-present[valid as of late September 2019]) Voiced by Miles Luna First appearance: “Finders Keepers” S11E12

Felix. It’s pretty hard to take seriously as an antagonist with a name like that. (His real name’s better but still not that threatening.) However, he’s an almost textbook example of a psychopath. Probably the most fitting one in the whole series.

[SPOILERS BELOW]

He’s initially introduced as an ally and for the most part, he’s able to fool the Blood Gulch crew well enough that no one suspects that there’s any foul play. However, even in the beginning, he shows signs of a lack of empathy since he shows no concern about the war in Chorus. Only being in it for the money rather than the cause as he will openly admit. And when Tucker screws up the mission and gets two soldiers killed, he initially looks like he’s peeved but he then says what he did was awesome that he got the data. And of course, while it’s the grand scheme of Hargrove, Felix shows that he can manipulate people since he is able to trick the rebels into war while Locus helps do the same. Manipulating Kimball after the BGC is believed to be dead is a good example.

Tucker: How did you convince Kimball to go to the capital? Felix: Vanessa? Pfft. She was easy. I just made up some story about how you all died heroically. You shoulda seen it, man. I gave the performance of a fucking lifetime. Got all broken up, threw in a few dramatic pauses, and they just ate it up.

Usually, he doesn’t even need to lie to people to manipulate them. While he does lie a lot of the time, he usually relies on telling half-truths and omitting information. Other than a couple of instances where he does outright lie, he can get by with using double-meaning such as when he tells the prisoners that he will let them off the ship if they don’t join. He lets them off, alright… by getting them sucked out of the airlock. His monologuing during the reveal shows many rebukes to the various things he told them during his time with the Reds and Blues and showing that they weren’t technically false. Making his lack of empathy openly apparent is one way to make them trust him since he’s so candid about not giving a shit about anyone living or dying.

Sarge: You dirty liar! Felix: Whoa, hey now. I never actually lied to you idiots. Well, except for one thing. “You’re some of the galaxy’s greatest soldiers!” Pfft! Now that couldn’t be further from the truth.

And the fact that he can still act like the laid back jokey kind of guy even after he is revealed as a bad guy shows his superficial charm. He even describes himself as more of the people-person between him and Locus. And this is just after tricking the crew on the prison ship into thinking he was friendly. He is always charismatic even when crushing the hope of others or slaughtering people. It only serves to highlight his lack of empathy and make him look like even more of a tool. In Season 14, set before the Chorus Trilogy, he tends to be this way around Locus.

It’s openly apparent that Felix only cares about himself above all. All he cares about getting money and having fun on the job (which usually results in casualties). And it is obvious that, as stated before, he has no empathy for anyone. Working with Locus, he shows that he openly hates him and would kill him. And the only reason he’s alive is that Locus can protect him. And he repeatedly calls Hargrove a prick which shows he has no respect for his employer (not that he really should anyway since he’s not wrong). He casually discusses the war on Chorus as just business as usual. As if the lives lost don’t matter. People who trust him ultimately getting slaughtered due to his actions is something that doesn’t matter anymore to him than exterminating bugs.

Even when he works as a hero for hire, he shows that he is only thinking about his own interests. He comes up with pragmatic reasons to bend things their way. Even justifying the ransom of a man (who is admittedly very guilty) when Sirus says that it would make them no better than crooks.

He also displays a pathological need for excitement and entertainment. Even though the Chorus job would make him enough money to retire, he says he’s in his prime and wonders how he’s gonna top this job. Many of the unnecessary risks he takes also reflect this, such as when he let the alarm get tripped while trying to conscript the prisoners of the UNSC into the Charon army. He is also seen killing a few people on his downtime. And he’s a genuine sadist as well. He prefers to draw out suffering for as long as he can whether it be emotional or physical. As opposed to the more detached and professional approach of Locus. It proves to be his fatal flaw since he tends to do this just before defeating someone and it serves him better just to kill them. Something that is taken advantage of twice.

When he loses the upper hand, all that charisma he had will be replaced with genuine anger such as in most cases of APD. It’s more subtle after Tucker revealed he was recording him monologuing and he releases it for the People on Chorus to see. He barely restrains his frustration when he finds out what happened. Near the end of Season 13, he goes completely off the rails with pure murderous rage. Season 14 shows him childishly throwing tantrums whenever he doesn’t get what he wants. Even in the present day, he’s prone to throwing tantrums. And he definitely gets angered with the BGC and their stupidity.

“I! AM EXTREMELY! FRUSTRATED!”

And it’s hard to miss his enormous ego even if you’re Church with a sniper rifle. Felix loves to praise himself as one of the best mercenaries around. His cocky attitude and need to gloat to his enemies just before defeating them reflect this. It’s the very reason he gets so worked up over being beaten and outsmarted by the BGC many times. It’s a major hit to his pride and he wants nothing more than to see them die slowly and painfully. And the fact that he needs Locus to live and Locus doesn’t need him is the only thing that scares him for this very reason. While he will accept the help for pragmatic reasons, this doesn’t make him feel good. But no doubt he will still believe himself to be amazing.

“I am fucking awesome.“

And of the many mistakes that he makes, he blames himself for none of them. He tends to shift blame to the victors getting lucky. Specifically, the recording that got Charon exposed for stoking the flames of the Chorus civil war. He blames it on Tucker getting lucky rather than him blabbing his mouth. Tucker and Epsilon just took advantage of this flaw. And this pride is one thing that proves to be his downfall quite a few times. Especially with final stand being similar to a rage quit because they bested him.

His personality is a virtual checklist of psychopathic symptoms. (I could’ve done that for this profile, but I preferred the standard style for this one.) And possibly the worst monster in the series.

RvB Sociopath List

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karinrumi · 5 years ago

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Let me Stay (KawaSumi)

Title: Let Me Stay [KawaSumi, OneShot, AU, Bodyguard!Sumire]

Status: Complete.

Rating: T+ (mild-swearing)

Wordcount: 3, 909 words.

AN: Hello, everyone! Here’s my next Kawaki x Sumire OneShot. It starts my Boruto/Naruto Rare Ships Series that includes OneShots about the recommended to me rare ships! Hope you enjoy the ride. ;)

Your clumsy author - Karinrumi ;)

She couldn't breathe properly. It didn't matter how many screams and warnings she shouted towards them, at the end of this dream they died. For Sumire, it was one of the worst nightmares.

Sumire ran over to the bathroom. She needed to take a bath due to all the sweat because of her nightmare. On her way, she tried not to vomit having in mind the scene, she witnessed in this dream.

Her closest friends death.

Of course, their death in a dream disturbed her a lot. Even more so because of the person who killed them.

She was the one that killed them. Just one push was enough to end their fragile lives.

Getting into the bathtub was a desperate attempt on her part. Sumire hoped that the water in it would wash away all her old sins, that the nightmares stop. Her therapist said they would.

Right now they didn't stop at all. Those nightmares paid a visit every peaceful night she had.

Sumire stared into the mirror, she looked terrible. The bags under her eyes and the paler than usual skin betrayed she had an awful night. She needs to take a grip since her teammates shouldn't worry about her.

She didn't deserve the friendship with Wasabi and Namida, especially after all these lies she was saying to them. Going on a mission now when she's like that wasn't the best idea. She should calm down, do something to distract herself from thinking about this dream. Yes, that's the best action she can take in this situation.

Should she call Sarada or Boruto to come over?

No, she cannot bother them with her problems, these two just started to date with each other and will end up paying attention to themselves. Besides, she didn't want to take the blame for interrupting their quality time together. In all fairness, they would be the last people she asks for help. There was the issue of her one-sided love for Boruto as well, she knew it was an unrequited love from the start, but some of these feelings still were lingering in her heart. It's not like she has fallen in love on purpose, he was just that person that saved her from worthless life by showing her his kindness.

Ironically, the kindness that saved her now makes her unrequited love painful.

As much as she hated the idea of going on a mission when her feelings were a mess, at the same time focusing on one would prove useful as a distraction. She should check if any solo requests are available, and just inform her squad she's going on one.

That should help. Maybe the time spent away from Konoha is for the best? Sumire doubted she'll be really alone though. After all, her rehabilitation included at least one person that observes she's not up to something dangerous.

Sumire sighed at the thought. Going on a solo mission seemed like more trouble for her than any other ninja in the village.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Apparently, she could go on a solo mission under the condition she's not entirely alone. Hokage never had any shred of doubt that Sumire was the skilled kunoichi. Her best guess was that the villagers and the elders are secretly fearing she'll start attacking villagers again or betrays the village.

Sumire scowled while reading the description of her mission. It was obvious they tried to play it safe by sending her on a C-Rank one.

Not to mention that protecting the adoptive son of Hokage on his way to Iwa being ranked as C-Rank mission had her alarmed to be extra careful. Boruto's adoptive brother name slipped out from her mind. What was his name again?

Kawasaki? Kawamaki?

Sumire could swear it was Kawaki, but there's no way she was entirely sure. The only thing she could do was standing in front of an exit gate waiting for the man of honour to arrive.

"Ain't you too short to be my bodyguard?"

She turned around to see the person who dared to call her short! Her spiteful glare didn't affect the man saying these cursed words. Sumire was declared a dangerous warrior, a skilled fighter, the traitorous woman, but if there was something she hated, it was being called short in any shape or form. She would be the one to deal the killing blow if protecting him wasn't her obligation as his bodyguard for this mission.

"Height has nothing to do with my capabilities." Sumire tried not to seeth from the anger she felt. Why being polite to so-called VIPS was part of her job? Punching them would allow skipping the problems they create, to begin with.

"I ain't doubting that. Name's Kawaki," he introduced himself first. Sumire couldn't deny he's a handsome looking man, but she was glad her taste in clothes isn't similar to his. Looking like a punk girl parading with bandaged breasts and the transparent jacket wasn't the image she wanted.

"Sumire Shiga-," she paused to correct her mistake. "Sumire Kakei."

"Hmm… Ain't you just a midget? I know that one asshole lady is super powerful, but you're looking less skilled than her." Kawaki smirked at her in a way that annoyed her to no end.

Midget?! Asshole lady?!

She indeed wanted a break from the people living in the village, to find a way to stop her nightmares too, but dealing with a guy that called her the midget made Sumire second-guess herself. And that usually never happened lately.

"I'm the midget that specialisation is sniping and is very efficient in hand-to-hand combat. You should be more careful in the choice of your words." Sumire dismissed for a moment his insulting comment to inform him as emotionlessly she could about her area of expertise in battle.

Then they fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Venturing into the forests surrounding the village could be a pleasant experience, under the condition she wouldn't have an unwanted company. Sumire liked to be around the trees, wild animals and being on a path that makes it easier for her to hide. Konoha Forest belonged to territory she was familiar with, giving her advantage in a case of being ambushed. The only problem was that she was limited in a way due to the person walking behind her.

Sumire disliked the feeling of someone dragging her down, so do Kawaki, at least she assumed that's the case. There's no way that he didn't have any fighting skills taking into consideration he's the adopted son of Hokage. Being on the high alert never brought her down and the gut feeling she had about this whole mission being suspicious, made her watch her surroundings more. "At what you excel in the combat?" she inquired.

Surely, Kawaki should've known how to fight. When she calmed down Sumire mind turned sharp in the realisation that the man she was supposed to protect would be capable of defending himself. In other words, her mission as Kawaki's bodyguard was just a ruse, and the whole situation serves as the means to test her loyalty to the village. A trial to see if she'll backstab these pesky elders, or is there another objective she's unaware of?

"I'm glad you ain't fucking stupid. You can tell I'm well versed in hand-to-hand combat too and I dare to say I'm better than you." His answer just confirmed he's an arrogant motherfucker. Sumire wasn't impressed by his cocky demeanour in the slightest, cursing in her mind Konoha elders because she suspected they were the ones that are paranoid about her going rogue.

"You sure are cocky, aren't you?" Sumire summed up from what she gathered from this short exchange. Kawaki didn't answer deciding the silence was the best response. Great, now she even can't enjoy the peace and quiet in his presence.

If in his place was Boruto, Sarada, or her teammates Sumire wouldn't be bored while walking around the wilderness. It's not like she disliked silence per se, but the stillness, when she was with Kawaki, belonged to unbearable kind of quiet.

They walked like that at least two hours straight without rest, then suddenly stopped at the scent of a burnt body. In front of them, a headband with the symbol of the leaf belonging to their village was underneath the autumn leaves.

Why a potential enemy showed up so soon? Wasn't it the C-Rank mission?!

Sumire nodded to Kawaki in a way to signal the danger, as well get the confirmation he noticed their potential enemies. She used the hand signs feeling a flow of chakra rushing through her entire body and created a clone made from water. Water Clones were different from the Shadow Clones Boruto used in a lot of ways. First of all, she couldn't stray too far away from the copy of her body made from the water, her control over the body double depended on how she correctly calculated amount of needed distance.

Leaving the clone with Kawaki, Sumire jumped to hide in a nearby tree. One, two, three... There are seven opponents in total. The clone is standing in an overprotective manner in front of Kawaki, that's good. From this spot, it'll be easier to shoot them all with her water bullets. She concentrated her chakra around her palms then with the snap of her finger the first shot of the lethal water projectile was fired.

One of the enemy ninjas let out a shriek at the sight of his comrade dropping to the ground. She was able to shot the two others before the rest of them noticed her position.

She needs to change her hiding spot, quickly. Sumire narrowed her eyes and glanced towards her clone that still was guarding Kawaki that looked relaxed, clearly enjoying watching her dealing with these ninja fodders. "Damn, if I jump on the other tree I won't be able to control my clone," she whispered, seeing the four others head straight to Kawaki.

She didn't have a lot of time to think, so she used the tree to jump and shot the two others in the mid-air, but that left the two enemies that could still fight back. In fact, one of them threw shuriken at her while she was preparing to safely land. Gracefully landing she took out the shuriken that she was stabbed with from her left arm. She's lucky it wasn't the poisoned one. Tearing up the part of the purple fabric from her shinobi attire, she tied it around her arm to stop her blood from spilling on the soil.

Sumire wasn't a medic ninja and didn't have time to seek medical attention right now. Even the smallest trace of the blood could reveal where she and Kawaki are to the enemy. Wrapping her injury with a torn cloth was all she could afford, really.

In the background, Kawaki let out a whistle. Sumire was so caught up in the fight she forgot her mission is to ensure his safety, not hers. She messed up big time by revealing their hiding spot.

"Follow me," she demanded and hoped Kawaki will obey her for now. There was no time for idle chit-chat anyway.

Running as fast as she could Sumire tried to cover their tracks and used the shortcut to get out from the forest. In that way, she could prepare an elaborate trap for the two remaining shinobi that chased them. Breathing heavily from overusing her chakra, she decided to use her bleeding arm to have like some like to say unfair advantage.

But the real battles never were fair.

"Summoning jutsu." Summoning Nue always drained her chakra reserves, not that it was a big deal in the long run. Her monkey friend absorbed chakra from enemies and channelled some of it to the chakra reserve she lost during the fights.

Sumire: The Hawk Stealing Ninja - that's the title she received on one of her past missions. She overheard a lot of rumours about her achievements afterwards. Not that was important in the middle of two enemy shinobi getting out from the forest and falling into her trap. They didn't stand a chance against Nue at all. Her monkey companion completely destroyed any sense of dignity her opponents had.

Now, it was the time for questioning. Why ninja from Iwa attacked the chunin from her village? Extracting some information about that can change everything about the mission. Travelling to the village of the ninjas she slaughtered a moment ago was worrisome. She should report to the Hokage and ignore that Kawaki still was whistling. Puzzled by what does it mean she decided to think about it later. Maybe she scared him by showing off her skills?

Ha! Maybe now he understands midgets can be deadly.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Sending the report to the Hokage went smoother than she imagined, even if her arm hurt like hell. Sumire was grateful that Kawaki stayed silent until they got to rest in the inn. Who would've thought she appreciated something she found unbearable before? Her feelings were hard to handle sometimes, even she had a problem dealing with her own contradictory behaviours. It's not like she lacked confidence, out of all kunoichi in Konoha Sumire clearly had been the second most confident female ninja with Chō-Chō in the lead. Sure, she was acting a little bit as Sumire Kakei to make her friends happy, but confidence wasn't the issue for her.

Her one-sided love for Boruto and maintaining a friendship with Sarada is.

When Sumire realised she screwed up by telling Sarada, she likes Boruto it was too late to regret it. Blaming it on her 'white lie' to help Sarada to see she loves him as much as Sumire did was indeed her intention. Sumire never hesitated when she knew what she wanted, she headed into the charge, not wasting any opportunities. Maybe she was too bold about her emotions?

The memory of a little boy running away from her when she told she likes him as marriage playing partner came to mind. She wasn't older than five years old, but she could scare him to befriend her in that way. She went back home, and her mother gently brushed her long hair to calm her down, their only moment of being cherished by one another. Sumire had to wonder often if her confidence is too strong for other people.

Sarada looked startled like a sheepish mouse when she mentioned to her about liking Boruto in a romantic way. She was aware her love is one-sided, that Boruto loved Sarada, but what was she supposed to do? Ignore how she felt? Being in constant denial? Stop having these nightmares?

On top of that, when she tried to take a break to come to terms with her emotions, she ended up as a bodyguard for Boruto's adoptive older brother. His fucking brother that probably knows him better than she ever will be allowed to. She wanted to cry. The only reason stopping her was that she was on a mission. Dealing with heartbreak during the mission was stupid.

Breathe.

Professional, she needed to be the professional kunoichi right now.

The small hotel room without windows, two beds, a table, and the cupboard suffocated her. Who she'll talk with about these ugly reactions she recently has?

Her teammates?

No, she wasn't even able to face them and come clean with explaining the bad things she did in the past.

Boruto and Sarada weren't even an option because of her jealousy. They had something special, they had a real kind of love. Something she'll never have as long she's Sumire Kakei. So why she feels so bad about feeling jealous? She should be happy her closest friends found happiness.

Her inner turmoil broke the sound of knocking on the door.

"The door is open, you can come in, Kawaki", she said with any trace of normality she had left.

Is she really Sumire Kakei, or Sumire Shigaraki? Which version of her is the real one? She acted for so long she cannot see the difference in her both personalities at all at the moment.

"Don't you need to rest? I understand that the fucking kunoichi's in the Konoha are badass, but you're on another level of craziness than that asshole punching ground girlfriend of my bro," Kawaki let out an amused chuckle. Sumire had no idea if he was praising, or insulting her.

"I am fine. What about you? Did you get injured during our last fight?"

"I'm alright, y'know. You were the one ending up hurt in the end", Kawaki shook his head and the gleam in his eyes, made her wonder what he thinks about. Sumire didn't know Boruto's adopted brother that well and wasn't too thrilled to protect him. She planned to move on from her one-sided love, so Kawaki's presence wasn't certainly helping her in that area.

"I'm your assigned bodyguard", she replied curtly. Protecting him was her job. It's better when she's injured instead of the person she's supposed to protect. Clients are always more important than the well-being of ninja fulfilling the mission. That was how it worked.

"Ain't you tired of being the ninja? From what I've seen, you all go to seek death in the most gruesome ways possible."

She supposed it's how the civilians in the Konoha perceived the job they did as a ninja. Deep in her heart, she should be prepared to answer this formulaic question, but couldn't. It's like her voice died and the sudden recollection of her nightmares hit her in the most inappropriate moment. Sense of amusement over this conversation made her laugh at his words. In a way, he was right. People in this line of job she worked with were messed up in the head, and that included her too.

"Sometimes, I am tired. It doesn't mean I seek death, it's just my job like any other job other people have. Sure, there is a risk, but if..." Sumire surprised herself with this wave of honesty on her part.

"If?" Kawaki raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

"Nevermind. Just let me stay here with you for a moment, if you're worried about me."

She wasn't expecting for him to stay here with her, but he did. This passing feeling of warmness was enough for her to want to protect him without thinking of him as Boruto's brother. Sure, his language could be considered vulgar, so what?

Just by staying here with her, he proved to her his kindness, and she admired that trait in others.

Because she wasn't kind at all. It's enough that he lets her stay.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Travelling to Iwa on the secured route by Tsuchikage and making sure Kawaki is safe, was part of her job. Sumire tried to separate her personal feelings from her duty as his bodyguard. It took a real toll on her since she was so close to revealing all her pent-up feelings to him.

It's terrifying how fast she could open-up to him under different circumstances. Being Kawaki friend after she finished her mission didn't sound that bad, though. They found a lot of common ground and had similar hobbies. Kawaki, just like her always prioritised saving money due to his background. At first, he was very cautious but spilled everything after learning she was an orphan too. Too close for her comfort, she felt like they gravitate between eventual friendship just to backtrack and come back to a professional way of treating each other. The only question in her head during those past few days of travelling was;

Who really Kawaki is to her?

Good friend? Her client? Adoptive Brother of Boruto? Maybe something more than a friend?

If question number four makes her numb, it could only mean she's doomed.

Ninja assigned as bodyguards couldn't pursue their clients romantically in any way. From what she heard from Sarada for that very reason dating Boruto is difficult for her friend. Sumire was sure that the girl dating Boruto needed to have a clean background and be as well trustworthy.

Unlike Sarada, she didn't meet these conditions. She knew that falling for Boruto would end up with her being hurt. She still has fallen for him. For better, or worse.

The fear of falling in love with Kawaki made her space out.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kawaki spoke up after an hour of walking next to her in silence.

"I am fine. Why do you ask?" She silently prayed that her feelings won't get out. Kawaki's presence affected her greatly. Mainly, maybe it was because during those past few weeks they talked a lot with each other. The similarities they shared, the silent understanding they shared, everything they had in common makes it complicated.

It almost felt too easy to start crushing on him, open-up to him. Sumire was scared he could bring out her honest feelings, opinions, even feelings out from her.

And he wasn't doing anything special.

"You look paler than usual, ain't you? It's pretty obvious. Having a bad night?" She could swear he looked worried, not that she was better than him at reading the body language. Kawaki mentioned he learned it to avoid putting his biological father in a bad mood. Sumire didn't pry further into the subject.

They were both hanging on the thin lines of their comfort zone.

"I had the nightmares about killing my best friends," she admitted. Then a lot of things she hid started to come out from her mouth. Sumire wasn't planning it, her own voice sounded like she entered auto-pilot mode. Kawaki listened patiently commenting on things like her crush on Boruto, or the too much accurate description of her nightmares.

"Why ain't we start dating after this mission ends?" he proposed when she finished talking.

"What, why? That's so sudden." Sumire widened her eyes, surprised by his question.

"We both want to forget about our one-sided crushes, right? Ain't it an appealing offer?"

"I see. You want to date me as a rebound? Who's the girl you love?"

"Sarada."

Sumire sighed. To be honest, she suspected that was the case. In her entire life, it was clear Sarada had no eyes on anyone except for Boruto. Kawaki's feelings were similar to her own.

Yet, another thing they shared in common.

"Do you still love her?" she whispered. The silent nod just confirmed for her something important. Sumire smiled gently, her guard completely down.

It won't hurt her to give it a shot, right?

Maybe dating someone else will help her too. In a way, it's beneficial for them both. She's his rebound, he's her rebound. Just a simple mutual arrangement that she'll agree to. If something goes wrong, they can simply talk and go back to their current lives.

"I am in. Can you promise me something?" Sumire decided to make some things clear.

"Sure, what is it?" Kawaki shrugged, clearly knowing what they both walk into.

"Let me stay as your friend, even when we stop."

Yes, as long he's her friend everything will turn out alright. This mission, rebound dating and guarding him with her life. Letting her stay by his side was the only condition she had.

"In that case late my stay as your friend too."

He agreed, and that was enough to make her happy.

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notimetoblog · 7 years ago

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Summary: An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand.

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write another story yet I somehow always manage to become stuck. To get my mind off it, I started to rematch Parks and Rec and got the idea for this fic lol. I'm thinking of giving it a few chapters and making it a mini series. The inspiration came from the episode “Soulmates” from the third season of the show. I’ll just be using the basic premise of the episode, this story wont follow it exactly. I’m also picturing this as a modern au :). I hope you guys like it!! Thanks for reading as always.

MY STORIES

Meet us downstairs in 5

Panic raced through your body as you realized you only had 5 minutes to meet Nat and Wanda. They had texted you almost two hours ago hoping you’d join them for coffee and you had, of course, left getting ready until the end.

Running to your closet you picked up the closest clothing items and threw them on, hoping you didn’t look too much of a mess. You gave yourself a quick look in the mirror, knowing there wasn’t enough time to do much more, grabbed your purse, and raced down the stairs.

Everybody knew Nat was a stickler for punctuality. It was her mission in life to be early to anything and everything she was ever invited to. Although she would never admit it, she always tried her best to rub off her punctuality to her friends, becoming easily annoyed when Tony or Sam claimed to be “fashionably late”. This was just a casual meeting with friends, but still, your survival instincts told you not to keep Nat waiting.

Exciting your building you looked up and down the street, a smile spreading across your face when you spotted your friends.

“Hey guys,” you said as you approached them, giving them a small wave.

“Hi,” they greeted in unison. Wanda was adjusting a cross body bag she wore as they began walking towards you.

You had known Nat and Wanda for several years now. Luck had placed all three of you in the same class in high school and you had become inseparable ever since. All three of your personalities complimented each other perfectly. Nat’s usual intense approach to life was balanced out by Wanda’s more easy-going attitude. You usually found yourself in between the two with a not so intense yet not so carefree attitude, finishing off the perfect mixture for a lasting friendship.

“So, you’re saying he was a dud,” Nat said with a smirk from behind her coffee cup. She had been showing a lot of interest in your love life, well to state more accurately, your non-existent love life.

The three of you were sipping on your coffee, casually conversing about a series of topics that had ranged from the recent news, to World Cup, to the date you had been on a few nights ago. If you knew anything about Nat and Wanda was that if they had something they wanted to know about you, they would most likely be able to ease it out of you. So, you carefully listened to their questions hoping to see where they were steering the conversation.

“That’s not what I said,” you replied with a chuckle.

A few nights ago, you had gone out to dinner with Jake, a new coworker. It had been a nice date. He had been a gentleman, opening doors and pulling out chairs, listening to you talk about your interests, had been very good at keeping the conversation going, yet after you had said goodbye you realized it felt more like you had hung out with Nat or Wanda. There had been no sparks, just a lovely beginning to a new friendship.

“He’s a great guy,” you continued, ignoring the sarcastic sounds of agreement both your friends were making. “He is! He’s kind, a great listener, but you know, he’s more of a guy that would make an excellent friend.”

“Fine,” Nat said, teasingly rolling her eyes. “If we’re getting technical, I guess you could say that even though he wasn’t a dud, the date was. Is that more accurate?”

“Yes!” you said, mockingly slamming your hands on the table. “That’s exactly it!”

“Well,” Wanda began and the way she drew out that word made you a tad nervous. “Maybe you can try looking somewhere else?”

“Come on, just spit it out Wanda,” you said knowing very well she must have been thinking something up with Nat if they seemed this interested in who you were or weren’t dating.

“Alright,” she said with a laugh. “Why don’t you look online? You know, on one of those dating sites. Maybe you can find someone there? Even if it’s just to have a little fun.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you said shaking your head. “That’s kind of weird, no? Like I’m just supposed to feel a connection to someone simply by seeing their picture?”

“Well not exactly,” Nat jumped in. “See you write down your interests, so the site matches you with people who are into the same things.”

“Oh,” you said starting to consider making yourself a profile. It wouldn’t hurt to try, you thought.

“And I mean, maybe you don’t find your future husband, but maybe you find a few nice guys you get to hang out with,” Nat said. She leaned a bit forward on the table giving you a reassuring smile. “And you don’t have to accept to go out with anyone if you don’t want to. Just because you match with someone doesn’t mean you’ll have to meet.”

“Well,” you began. Your thoughts raced hoping this wouldn’t be as bad as you had originally thought. “I mean, I guess I could give it a try,” you smiled.

“Great!” Wanda said a bit too loud causing those around you to look your way. “Sorry,” she said, her hands up in an apologetic gesture. “We can build your profile right now!”

You were starting to question how they would be able to do that, but all your questions were answered as she pulled out a laptop from her bag.

“You guys planned this, didn’t you?” you said. You stared at them, piercing your eyes to let them know you were clearly suspicious of them.

“We just hoped you’d agree,” Nat said with a shrug. “We didn’t just invite you out for coffee for this. We really did want to hang out.”

“Fine,” you said with mock anger. “I’ll choose to believe you ONLY because you paid for my coffee and because you have graciously accepted to also buy me lunch.

“I didn’t,” she replied. “That was not a par-“

“Ok!” Wanda cut her off. “The first question says to describe yourself.”

“Let’s see,” you said, surprised at how fast she had pulled up the page. Knowing her, though, she had probably already saved it on her laptop for easy access. “I love to read and die for candy, another treat Nat has offered to buy me.”

“Ok. Sexy, well read, and loves the sweeter things in life,” Wanda said as she typed the description onto your profile.

“Much better,” you said with a chuckle.

“Favorite place?” Wanda asked.

“Um.. Oh! The small community garden that’s right by my place. It has this cute bench right by a patch of flowers.”

“Really?” Nat asked. “It can be anywhere in the world. Paris, Hawaii, the Grand Canyon?”

“Nope,” you said as you pictured the bench you were talking about, a smile appearing on your lips at the peace sitting there usually brought. It had a great view of this patch of colorful flowers. If your sat at the perfect spot, you could pretend it wasn’t only a patch, but a meadow that extended as far as your eye could see. “Just the little bench in that garden.”

“What do you think of dogs?” Wanda asked after having typed your response.

“Love,” you replied quickly.

“Cats?”

“Love.”

“Fish?”

“Love”

“Turtles?”

“No opinion,” a serious tone suddenly overtook your voice. Nat and Wanda both turned to you with a confused look. “They’re condescending,” you said nonchalantly.

“Ok” Wanda said with amusement. “Describe your ideal man.”

“Oh gosh. I mean, mysterious.”

“Mhmm,” Nat nodded in agreement as she took another sip of her coffee.

“Funny, intelligent, kind, caring, great listener, not afraid to show emotion or of commitment, handsome, romantic, can build stuff, doesn’t mind getting caught in the rain, can row a boat.”

“You’re just describing Noah Calhoun from The Notebook,” Wanda snorted.

“Mmm,” you said with a smile. “I mean if this thing,” you said pointing at the computer, “can find me a Noah Calhoun then I might just kiss it.”

“Who’s this poor Noah guy?” an intruding male voice caused you all to look behind you. “And can I just tell him how sorry I am that he might be stuck with you? It’s the least I can do for the guy.”

You rolled your eyes as you realized Bucky was the one speaking. The two of you had met thanks to your mutual friend Steve and had never gotten along. He was so full of himself, thinking he was high and mighty and could get whatever he wanted. His cocky attitude had instantly caused you to suppress voicing some of your strongest opinions on him for Steve’s sake. You were still unsure of how he and Steve could be friends. Steve was so kind and sweet, and Bucky was the embodiment of all your pet peeves and then some.

Pulling up a chair from the table next to you, he took a seat next to Wanda, who thankfully immediately closed her laptop before Bucky could see what you had been working on.

“Hi Nat,” Bucky flashed a smile to the red head who responded with a quick hello. “Wanda,” he said, playfully bumping his shoulder with hers.

“Hi Buck,” Wanda responded.

After being invited to a get together at Steve’s place, Bucky had met both Nat and Wanda. Neither of your friends had found Bucky as off putting as you had made him out to be. They accompanied you ready to hate Bucky’s guts as much as you did, but left chatting about how funny and interesting he was. You had rolled your eyes telling them once they saw him as many times as you had, they would be singing a different tune. Unfortunately for you, though, that had not happened just yet. On the contrary, Bucky seemed to charm them more every time.

“So why are you trying to ruin this guy’s day, Y/N?”

“Shut it Barnes,” you snapped back at him. “You’re rudely interrupting a conversation, by the way, so why don’t you just leave us alone.”

“Ouch,” he said, mockingly placing a hand over his heart. “And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me, doll.”

“I doubt you’ll ever get that reaction from me. I’ve already had enough of you to last two lifetimes.”

“Did you get dressed in the dark?” he asked, pointing at your clothes, which you had hastily thrown on.

“Shut up,” you replied, an edge to your voice only he was able to bring out. “It’s not like you’re much of a fashion expert.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, unbothered by your evident unhappiness with his presence. “But even I know those colors clash. Anyway,” he said directing his gaze to Nat. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing much,” she replied with a slight smile. “Just planning our day.”

You looked over at her, hoping she could sense the waves of gratitude you were trying to telepathically send her way, for not letting Bucky know about your online profile. He would surely tease you about it until you pulled your hair out.

“Well, if you guys are interested there’s this new photo gallery one of my buddies just opened up. He asked me to invite all the cool people I know, so sorry Y/N, but this invitation is just for Nat and Wanda,” a smirk you wish you could punch away spread across his lips. You stared back at him with a deathly glare mentally willing him to just disappear. He just had this way of getting under your skin with anything he said or did. He could be standing half a mile away from you, looking in the opposite direction, and he would still manage to piss you off.

‘Whatever’, you mouthed as you rolled your eyes at him.

“It opens tonight at 8,” he said as he (finally) began standing up and handed a small flyer to Wanda. “And you know what? I’ll be nice and also extend the invitation to you Y/N. Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you,” he said with a wink; a very stupid and irritating wink.

“We’ll be there,” Nat said with a laugh. For some reason she always found Bucky’s attitude towards you humorous. You looked at her incredulously, taking back all the gratitude you had sent her way before.

“Awesome,” he said. “Look forward to seeing two of you tonight.”

With that he turned and walked out the coffee place.

“You did not just accept an invitation from that idiot!” You glared at Nat, who continued to laugh.

“I did,” she finally said after managing to control her laughter.

“Wanda!” you said looking for back up. “Surely you see the evil I’m trying to fight off.”

She chuckled, “Y/N, he’s a just an idiot around you and he did invite you too at the end.”

You crossed your arms across your chest.

“You two can have fun at this lame photo exhibit because you can forget about me going. I don’t think I’ll be able to pretend to get along with him at a public function.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Nat said, waving her hands as if that could easily dismiss your hatred towards Bucky. “Let’s finish up your profile.”

“Yes!” Wanda said, having seemingly forgotten about it thanks to Bucky. “I just have to upload your info and a picture.”

After taking out her phone, she and Nat helped you take a nice picture, helping you find your best angle and arranging your hair the most flattering way. You approved a picture, and Wanda uploaded it to your profile.

“Now, you can start looking through a few profiles or you can wait until the system finds you someone they think might be a good match.”

“Lets just start looking,” you leaned forward to get a better look at the computer screen.

“Wait!” Wanda yelled, startling both Nat and you.

“What is it?” Nat asked a bit worried at Wanda’s sudden exclamation.

“You got a match!” Wanda said, all but bouncing up and down on her seat.

“Really?!?” you said a bit too excitedly; something that did not go unnoticed by Nat who chuckled.

“Oh my god,” Wanda continued reaching out for your hand. “It’s a 98% match! That’s a soulmate level match. I’ve never seen anything this high before.”

You squealed unable to hold back your excitement. What if this online dating site actually guided you to your perfect match. Maybe you really were about to find your own Noah Calhoun.

“This computer might’ve actually just found the future Mr. Y/L/N,” Nat said.

“Who is he!?” you asked scanning the screen and not seeing any information on him.

“Click right here,” Wanda said pointing to a small red box in the center of the screen. “That will take you to his profile.”

Nat gave you a drumroll by banging her hands on the table as you moved the cursor to the little red box.

After a pause for dramatic effect, you gave the box a click.

“Ah!” you recoiled as Nat and Wanda double over besides you with laughter.

Staring right back at you was a picture of a man, leaning on a motorcycle, wearing a black leather jacket. He looked off to one side, trying to make this clearly posed picture look like a candid shot. His eyes were too familiar, despite them looking to one side, his voice already nagging in your mind.

His name was written across the top of the page, in bold black letters, mocking you.

JAMES BARNES.

This HAD to be a joke.

PART 2

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shadowdianne · 6 years ago

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Prompt: FTL AU - Regina casts the curse, but makes a mistake and she gets trapped in a mirror. 28 years later, Emma discovers the mirror while traveling.

Okay,since I’ve done a few of these before I’ve linked two others with a similaridea. I’d put more but tumblr is being a little shit and not letting me findothers I remember doing so… -shurgs-

The firstone is the closest to yours. Regina is trapped into a mirror and Emma and shehave a talk. It was done two months ago and was a prompt made by the amazing @delirious-comfort (Thank you once again for it in case tumblr notifies youbecause that’s being something that is also *not* working as it should)

Thesecond one is older and while it follows the idea of Regina being trapped isnot a mirror where she is but a portrait. It was posted eight months ago as ananswer to a really cool anon. On the author’s note I mentioned that I wasfeeling slightly called out by it. That’s because I was posting “Ghost of you”at the time. If you want to read one of the many WIPs I have that has Reginatrapped once again but inside a castle and is, also, an AU.

Havingsaid this… into the story we go 😉I hope you like it and thanks for it.

The sound of distant voices woke her from the slumbershe tended to fall into whenever the outside world was darkened, magic insidethe mirror exhausting hers as long as she remained awake. Blinking intoexistence but keeping her shadow outside of the mirror’s surface, the Queenpeered outside into the crates and boxes that populated the small room she wasin. There was little to see at themoment, the dust that floated around and caught brief and small sunrays theonly thing she was able to see from her angle.

Over the years she had been in many places; houses,museums, bathrooms, pawnshops -like the one she was currently in, but she hadnever gotten used to being static. To thought made her growl inwardly, the ragethat had fed her long ago gone and buried under years of silence. Bitternesswas what not filled her but the desire to be in the world her curse had senteveryone into; the curse a powerful blast that had covered the entire northernside of the enchanted forest.

Unfortunately, that option had been casted out of herhands yet again and so, there she remained: a ghost to those who had tried tolook into the surface of her imprisonment for too long.

Her musings were once again cut short by the same twovoices that had woken her up. One old and gruff, the voice of the pawnshop’sowner. The one who had pocketed her and put her there while not giving her asecond look. The other was different however, not one she had heard before andone that definetely lacked the soft-spoken way of the ones that tended to enterinto the shop; willing to give anything and everything to the old man thattended the place.

No, this one was different. Mildly interested shetilted her head and squinted her eyes towards where she knew the door of thelittle room she was in was located. From where she was she couldn’t really seeit but the change in lighting told her that the door was beginning to open, therattle of keys against the wood enough for her to approach to the mirror’sedge.

“I don’t know why you are interested on this, Swan.”The man’s voice reached her, stronger this time as whoever that accompanied hersighed so deeply the sound carried away to her as well.

“I’m not.” Came the reply, the voice replied; feminine,higher maybe than Regina’s own. “The man that contacted me is. He said hewanted it to be sent to Storybrooke as soon as possible.”

The pawnshop owner snickered at it, footsteps comingnearer to where the mirror was located; at the back of the room, precariouslyperched atop a few boxes.

“Thought you searched people, not mirrors.”

Regina couldn’t see the woman, but she could almostimagine a shrug rolling from her presence, the sound of her feet against thefloor distinctive against the man’s; lighter but still strong as if she ownedthe place.

A cocky one then. The thought didn’t reach Regina asstrongly as the word “mirror” did. Where they talking about hers? The questionmade her frown; already irritated with the idea of being owned by yet anotherperson. As much as she hated not being able to break the curse that kept hertrapped -and she had already tried far more times than she was willing to admiteven to herself, she liked even less the thought of being put into display insome bathroom.

The woman’s voice floated to her once again, this timejust a few inches away from the narrow window she had of the exterior of herprison.

“He paid well in advance and the job was easy. Healready knew where I needed to search. Didn’t he contact you?”

“No.” The owner finally appeared in front of her, hisnarrow face and black eyes squinting slightly, one hand quickly going over thesurface of the mirror, as if checking if it was cracked. Quickly taking a stepaway from the glass, into the reality pocket within she existed, Regina baredher teeth at him. As much as she knew the mirror itself wasn’t a part of herthe thought of being trapped, defenseless, wasn’t something she enjoyed. “Goldyou said? No, he didn’t. I wonder how he knew I had the mirror.”

“A dedicated collector?” The voice sounded strong now,as if the woman was just standing at her right. “Don’t know. Can I take it withme now? Gold said he wanted me to give it to him personally. And Maine is notexactly half an hour away from here.”

The man grabbed the mirror and turned, Regina’s eyesblind to anything that wasn’t his chest. She, for once, didn’t mind as Gold’sname had aroused certain suspicion’s inside of her. Ones that had been the onlything she had clung to during the first years of imprisonment even if she hadstarted to lose them the longer she was passed around as nothing but a mirror.

Could itbe…

Feeling her energy beginning to dwindle, Regina letherself being transported back to the shop’s entrance and from there to thehands of the still faceless woman. After that and being quickly placed on whatshe only could imagine was one of those awful ‘cars’ she still needed to getused to, she felt the tremors of the engine flaring up, music beginning to fillthe place as the woman sung softly.

After that, darkness.

Darkness that was interrupted yet again by a series ofmovements and grunts, the cloth that had apparently found its way in front ofthe mirror’s surface being removed. Blinking, not quite perturbed by thedifference in lighting but still surprised of being awoken once again, Reginalooked outside the confines of her prison; a set of green eyes staring back ather with blonde bouncy locks framing pale and chiseled cheeks.

The blonde that was crouching in front of her, leatherjacket and long fingers gripping the frame of the mirror, the only things shewas able to see aside from her neck and face, frowned and looked at her back,at what seemed to be a small hotel room. Regina had already been in severalover the years and could recognize the cheap sheets that hung from what wasprobably a rickety bed and poorly decorated place as quickly as she realizedthat after checking no one was behind her the blonde woman had turned, eyeingher with something close to dismay on her face.

She could see her.

Regina took a step backwards into the void ofdarkness. She hadn’t wished to be visible from outside. A little trick she hadlearnt fairly early on the curse. From what she knew, she was supposed to beinvisible to anyone who peered into the mirror, the surface nothing butreflective.

The blonde, however, was looking directly at her, lipsparted.

“Holy…”

Well, this certainly changed things. Frowning andstepping consciously into reality, Regina eyed the blonde with curiosity. Onething she had also learnt quite quickly is that sorceress, mages and any othermagic individual were hard to come by in this world. Magic was so feeble herethat the only magician she had been able to stop by during her years imprisonedhad merely been able to do something that couldn’t even be described as partytricks. The blonde, however, reeked of magic, one inherent, not learnt, andeven if she wasn’t entirely able to channel entirely onto the world’s power shecould also sense that wherever she now was hold some kind of the same magicthat had once run through the Enchanted Forest. Diluted, strange, but stillrecognizable.

“Can you see me?” She finally asked, voice lackingcertain haughtiness, the one she had been known for aside from her title. Shewas curious, trapped, and as the blonde took a step back, eyes widened andmuscles taut as if expecting a fight, Regina couldn’t help but smile at thesight.

It was one more than welcomed after the man’s afterall.

“What…” Spluttering, the blonde looked at her backonce again, almost as if expecting someone to be there, crouched in theopposite corner where Regina was. “What the fuck are you? How are you doingthis? A camera?”

Regina refrained herself from rolling her eyes,barely, it was obvious that the blonde was either an idiot or she wasn’t awareof the magic that rolled off her, its scent different than anything Regina hadever seen. Not a warlock, not a witch.

“I’m not a trick.” She finally said, some tirednessbeginning to gnaw at her insides. She had been momentarily blindsided by thefact that the blonde seemed to be able to see her without her wishing expressidly so but, perhaps, she had been too careless.

Licking her lips, the blonde approached her, slightwonder filling her eyes. The same kind of wonder Regina had seen on somechildren when she had let her form be seen.

“What are you then?”

Regina growled.

“Not a what.” She began, and this time her voice heldevery bit of the Queen she had been. That still was. She was growing impatient;if the blonde was able to see her and hadn’t been a mistake from her part thenshe needed to know where she was. “That’s for certain. Where I am?”

“Storybrooke.” The blonde’s answer fell from her lipsalmost distractedly, her eyes already searching around at the mirror’s frame,perhaps trying to see if, in fact, there wasn’t anything tricking her. “Maine.How does this work?”

Sighing, Regina pinched the bridge of her nose, herhand as weightless as usual, outside of the frame the mirror gave her. “Again,not a trick. I’m a person.”

The blonde scoffed at that and crossed her arms infront of her chest. Part of her previous fright seemed to be forgotten alreadyand her posture showcased what Regina had already imagined: cocky, far too muchperhaps.

“And how is that you are inside a mirror?” Her wordsdidn’t have any bite, but her eyes were trained on her, almost as if she wasweighing her down, trying to see how much or how little Regina answered.

Which was a game the woman would have been happy toplay if it wasn’t by the fact that, for the first time in a very long time shewas starting to believe that she maybe could come free from this prison. Andthen, after escaping, find the ones who had tricked her into it.

“A curse. Magic.”

Another scoff, louder this time as the blonde shookher head from side to side, her locks bouncing with every movement.

“Magic doesn’t exist.” She said that with suchconviction that Regina almost laughed it, at the naivete of the woman who wasthere, speaking to her, treating her like a trick and yet listening to what shehad to say.

Feeling snarky, she tilted her own head and let someof the magic that she now could feel around her channel through her eyes,making them sparkle with a purple light powerful enough to be seen through theother side of the mirror’s surface. Enough to make her feel weaker but notenough to make her lose conscience.

“Sad to tell you that it does then.” She pointed atthe blonde, at the almost aura she could feel gathering at her sides; dirtyblonde in color and strong enough to make her wonder how the blonde couldn’tknow magic was real. “And you reek of it.”

Frowning, the blonde nibbled her bottom lip,approaching her with one step and gazing at Regina with something close to apout on her face. One that would have made Regina laugh at it if it wasn’tbecause every second speaking of this was a lost one.

“I don’t reek.”

That actually made her smirk, only if it was only alittle. Humming, Regina appraised the blonde’s figure, long enough to make theother woman shiver, uneasy.

“Oh, but you do. As well as this place.” Narrowing hereyes, remembering the detail she had picked before putting in that car, she lether voice carry out the only question that she truly felt like she needed toknow. “Why I’m here?”

For a moment, it seemed as if the blonde wasn’t goingto answer her; doubt clouding her eyes and just the barest touches of a blush beginningto recede on her cheeks. Ultimately, however, she sighed and answered,crouching back again to Regina’s eye level.

“A guy asked me to bring… you here.” Letting her handsdangle from her knees, the blonde let out a soft grunt. “Didn’t tell me why,just called me, transferred the money and told me to be here today.” Stillkneeled, she addressed Regina once again, a tilt on her pitch. “You sure youaren’t a trick?”

It was Regina’s turn to let out an undignified grunt.One the Queen on her looked down at but she was getting fed up of that word.

“I can assure you I am not one. Do you know who I am?”This time she tried to sound threatening but the blonde merely chuckled,unfazed.

“A woman trapped into a mirror? Or an enchanted…” Snappingher fingers, the blonde addressed her again. “Do you know Snow White’s enchantedmirror? From Disney.”

“More than you can imagine.” Her answer was filledwith the anger and hate that filled her every time that name was uttered infront of her. Luckily, she hadn’t been subjected to this ‘Disney’. Whoever thatwas. But she had a suspicion that if the blonde knew about Snow White the storyshe knew was heavily curated.

Humming, the woman bit down on her lips for a few moreseconds, still studying her. After a moment of silence, she spoke again,gentler this time.

“What’s you name then? If you aren’t an enchantedmirror and I’m not losing my mind here.”

She said that last bit with a short smile on her face.One that made Regina frown, confused.

“Regina.” The word fell strange, it had been a longtime since she had used her name, her real name and not her title. Even longersince someone had dared to ask. The blonde, however, seemed to be her onlyticket outside the mirror and there was someone about her, about the magic shepossessed and still clung to her that made her astonishingly honest. “ReginaMills.”

The surname was still a difficult one to use; memoriesof herself, of a younger self, flooding her mind in a way that made her wince.

She could, however, pick on the nod the blonde gave toher name, her lips mouthing it again, as if trying it out. Ultimately, shepointed at herself with nothing but a lazy wave.

“Emma Swan. Bail bondsperson”

That could explain why this… Gold had asked for herservices. More so if Regina was right on the suspicion that the one who hadfound her wasn’t one she wanted to faze. Not like this, still trapped.

At first, during the first weeks of her imprisonment,she had considered the possibility of having failed completely on her intent oncursing the Enchanted Forest. As months passed, however, and repeating thewords of the hex time and time again became almost as natural to her asbreathing, she had surmised that the curse had worked, partially. Which meantthat if she was there, in this new world, others would be as well. The cursetied Regina to them after all. In a way that she still needed to research but areal link nonetheless. One that kept her bound to whatever realm the cursedinhabitants of the forest were. And there was a very short list of those thatcould know enough magic theory to know how to find her.

Which was precisely the reason why she addressed Emmaagain, urgency seeping into her voice in a way that sounded far too much likepleading even if she didn’t like the concept.

“Listen to me then, Miss Swan.” She saw the frown atthe use of the title, but she wasn’t going to use the blonde’s name. Names werepowerful things and she was already reflecting on why she had given hers soeasily. “I need your help to escape from this mirror.”

That made the other woman balk, the change on herposture obvious the second the words were out. Her magic turning darker aroundher, the dirty white sparks that had seemed to follow her wherever she went nowstilling, turning nebulous. Which was already strange, for someone who claimednot to believe in magic her own seemed to be pretty well acquainted.

“Why are you asking me that? Couldn’t ask this to theguy that asked for you? Maybe he knows something.”

Regina rolled her eyes.

“Because if I am right with who this man is then I don’twant his help. And if I don’t you would still be the only one able to see mewithout me wanting it so.”

Emma still eyed her with nothing but doubt on her face,but Regina remained silent, waiting, hoping.

“Okay, aside from probably being about to completelyturn mad right now… what do you need?”

Regina smirked; jackpot.

#swan queen #SwanQueen #prompt #anon

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weird kid [ I ]

⌊college!au series⌋ Genre [Rating]: normal [G]

Pairing: skater!Zelo x Reader Length: 3,4k Summary: They say the first time is something special but that is a lie. But all the other times after seem to become more important as the time flies by.

// weird kid masterlist [x] //

You heaved a breath as you moved the last box from the doorway into the dorm. Normally your father would have requested to help you with the heavy boxes but apparently he had so much work to do, he couldn’t come to say goodbye. Instead, your mum gave you this ugly looking card children get to their first day in preschool, written by your dad saying how sorry he was he couldn’t make it. Attached was a twenty dollar gift card for Starbucks. You didn’t even have a Starbucks on campus. You didn’t even like overpriced coffee that much.

Feeling the temperature rise while bringing in all your boxes into the room, you moved towards the window. A light breeze could be felt as you strode towards the closet where you already hung most of your clothing. The only few things to go were your plushies in the box beneath the bed and your study guides, the ones you purchased nearly a year ago as you decided to study at this particular college. Your desk was stood in front of the window with a few pictures on it. In the box next to the study guides were some you weren’t quite sure to display. One in particular stood out. It was you with Daehyun, smiling into the camera on a sunny day in Spain. A smile made its way across your lips as you were thinking about the time you spent with him. To your friends, you were the most liked couple. People would already talk about you two getting married and having kids in the near future. But reality was quite different from what others expected it to be. Your relationship, at least in the past few months, was filled with arguments, objects being thrown at eachother in a fight, sleeping on the couch or in different rooms - you even slept at a girlfriends house of yours because things went that bad.

It wasn’t always like that though. When you first saw him, you remember his devastatingly good looks and a cocky smile that made everyone weak in the knees. It’d worked on you, your naivety playing to his favor when you’d met at a bar you were with your girls at to have a nice night out. You remember, a few months back, his name was the only thing that kept you sane, consuming every bit of innocence you’d ever contained. You’d fallen in love fast, the amount of attention you received was scary even.

For last three years he’d owned every single bit of you, and for these three years the both of you tore each other apart until nothing was left in the aftermath. He’d cheat on you for the last few months of you relationship and when you found out while walking in on him and his side chick, in your bedroom, it’d somehow become your fault. You’d forgive him for hurting you but threw it back in his face every time you argued. Deep down, you could forgive him so easily, even if he begged you to after you nearly wanted to end the relationship. He’d drink to kill the pressures that bubbled in his chest and you’d smash the bottles because he got too reckless when he was drunk. You’d hit on other guys when you were out, trying so hard to piss him off so he knew how it felt to be stabbed in the back. How it felt to see the love of your life give someone else the attention, the love you deserved. You felt betrayed, even though there were times after where he tried to make it up to you. He tried really hard. For the spawn of a month or two and when you found out about his nightly meeting with other women, you had enough. He knew how much the cheating hurt your heart and while trying to save your relationship, he ruined it in the process. Again.

And you tried, multiple times, so hard to dump him and somehow he would pull you back in. Back into this self-destructive thing you had going on. It was like an endless cycle that broke you to pieces and he crushed those pieces under his boot to dust. It was one you managed to hide from your friend and oh so perfect family. Your parents fawned over you how perfect you were for each other while in the moment you came home you were shouting and ruining each other behind closed doors.

You parents had no idea that he’d ruined any feelings of love you’d ever felt for him, you probably did the same to him you thought at the beginning. They didn’t know that toxic didn’t even come close to explaining how fucked up your relationship had been towards the end. You couldn’t even say who hurt the other one more. Was it him that just didn’t give a fuck about you feelings, or was it you that did the same for revenge. He was never faithful, never trusted you even though he was the one going constantly behind your back, but he could probably account several things you’d done wrong as well in your relationship. You were both young, you still were, had both made mistakes that would stick with you for a while, and at one point you’d thought maybe things would get better.Things would change as long as you went your own way. That’s what you wanted. To study alone, at a college your parents had to drive two hours to visit. You wouldn’t want them near you. At least not for the next few weeks, months. The same with your so called friends. After they heard Daehyun and you had broken up, nearly all of them stopped having contact with you after a few weeks. Not everyone though. You still had one or two real friends left but due to them studying at another university you couldn’t see each other often. But that didn’t really affect you. You would call each other on occasion, Skype when things got worse. Lisa was nearly the only friend that has been with you since the beginning. Becoming friends in kindergarten, you were inseparable to this day. She was there for you when things got worse with Daehyun. She told you this relationship you were having was unhealthy and would ruin you in the end. And girl was she right.

Daehyun hadn’t taken the breakup well. He would leave angry voicemails and messages on your phone for the next few months after your breakup. You would text him to stop and eventually he would. Next he would contact your friends and ask them how you were doing, if they would tell you he was sorry. He would leave roses on your doorstep whenever you came back home from work. And you'd step on them. Crunch them under your feet just the same ways he had done to your heart so many times before. You were so deeply hurt by this man and no flower in the world could ever make the things he’d done to you unhappen again or easy to forget and forgive. The anger faded a little bit every day until you finally packed your bags and moved away to college. Since then you hadn’t heard much of him. It has been five months since the breakup and you couldn’t say you were over him just now but you were slowly getting there.

You put the picture of you and Daehyun into the box again, hiding it underneath the other stuff you took with you that had no deeper purpose. It was no use to mourn and regret because at the end of the day you could sleep at least. The night terrors you were haunted with when you were still with him were becoming less and less as the days passed by. You weren’t thinking about him constantly and that was a good thing. You started looking at other guys again. Started to enjoy life. You were convinced it would all get better.

You were ripped out of your thoughts as you heard the door creak open, a shuffle of boots on the floor made you turn around. The person in your doorway waved awkwardly towards you before speaking up with the most angelic smile you’ve seen in a long time. He had this kind and michivious smirk playing across his lips that would reel every woman in just by looking at it.

„Hi, I’m Hyunggu. You can call me Kino if you want to. I was just strolling by and noticed you were just as new as I am. I’ve seen the boxes in the hallway.“ He pointed towards the hallway, the only difference now was that all the boxes he describes were maneuvered into your room by now. You couldn’t suppress a small smile. He was just so charming and innocent looking it made you giddy inside. „I just wanted to ask if you would like to come to this welcoming party tonight. It’s for the freshmen and nearly everyone on campus. They say it’s huge. You should come.“ He gave you the flyer he had held so fidgety in his hands the moment he stepped into your room. You scanned it over shortly before returning it to him. „I think I’ll pass. Too many people.“ His smile faded as you spoke these words and you immediately regretted saying them. You could have just said thank you and he would’ve left with an even bigger smile adoring his perfect face. You blinked a few times. He still stood in your doorframe after receiving a put down so openly. You furrowed your eyebrows together as he still wouldn’t move. He noticed your discomfort, his eyes widening as he let out a breath he was probably holding in for quite a while. „Oh sorry. I was just- I just thought we could go together. You know as mutual acquaintances. Since I don’t know anyone here and you were the only one that didn’t shoo me out immediately. I didn’t even think about coming this far…“ You were feeling bad for him by now. He was such a nice and kind man you couldn’t just say no and shoo him out of your dorm just like the others. He was just like you. He didn’t know anyone and was looking for a new friend. And you could need one yourself. Without thinking much you nodded, his face changing from discomfort to happiness even before you said anything. „Ok then, we’re going. I’m [Y/N] by the way.“ You stretched out your hand for him to shake but before you could process everything he hugged you tightly to his chest a little bit too friendly. He thanked you again closing the door behind him after walking into the hallway, you were now alone again. Walking towards your closet in the back of the room for the millionth time this say, you were looking for a fitting outfit for the night. If you were going in the first place you'd have to look great. As Kino picked you up you weren’t quite ready yet and decided to invite him into your messy dorm. Him taking a seat on your deskchair, you were doing the last touch ups on your make up. He was quite chatty from the beginning, not wanting awkward silence to fill the room, and told you a lot about his life, his family his ambitions. And as he was talking like a real life waterfall you imagined how this beautiful, talkative and kind man never got the chance of getting a real nice girlfriend. The ex of his he was talking about quickly became the topic of the night as you both were strolling across the campus. She was pretty and just like Daehyun charming and manipulative. She would want to change him from head to toe, form him into her own heartless marionette in front of everyones bare eyes and no one would confront the lovesick boy with his misery. In the end she’d break up with him and make him beg for her to take him back again somehow until one of his friends made the decision to shut her out of his life, for him. And he was thankful for that. Because just like your last relationship it wasn’t a healthy one. And to be honest, you were sorry for the boy in that button up dressshirt, striding beside you, his hands in his pockets and this everlasting smile on his face. He was a good one, you could tell. As you found yourself alone in the middle of the dance floor, between sweaty seniors and slutty dressed freshmen, you questioned yourself if he really was the person you thought he was. Why would he leave you like that all of a sudden? Was the kitchen too crowded to get two drinks for the both of you? Or did he get lost in one of the cleavages of the mentioned freshmen? You didn’t know. And you weren’t supposed to care. That boy didn’t owe you anything but to admit, it was still scary with that amount of people in one house, you didn’t even know a single person to talk to. Nonetheless you made your way towards the kitchen, deciding if Kino wasn’t going to bring you a drink soon, you’d get one yourself. Surprisingly you saw his form leaning on the kitchen counter, two beer in his hand as he was chatting along with someone you, not to your surprise, didn’t know. He must have made a friend you thought to yourself as you made your way over to him. He didn’t notice you at first so no wonder he was more than startled seeing you right beside him, grabbing your beer from his grip and smiling sweetly as you did so. „Ah [Y/N], I forgot! I’m so sorry. Here, your drink. I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is Jongup. We were just talking about you.“ „Talking about me?“ Kino nodded while Jongup started rubbing his neck sheepishly, a tattoo peeking through his sleeve as it was riding up his forearm. He was a pretty man, his face quite prominent and striking. A birthmark adorned his nose, which made him even more handsome. You noticed that he wasn’t that tall but you were still small in comparison to him. He was shorter than Kino but not a lot. All in all he was a rather attractive man you were glad Kino introduced you to. „Hi.“ Was the only thing Jongup could muster before he was interrupted by two other guys throwing their arms around his neck and waist, already tipsy looking, the one with disheveled dark hair and the other one was towering over Jongup, his hands on his shoulders. Only now could you make out his features in the dim lit room, his smile big, hair messy as if someone combed their hands through it and his ears adorned with a couple of earrings. He was dressed in some tight black ripped jeans, a colorful shirt underneath his oversized, but not so oversized for his body, denim jacket, whose sleeves were rolled up due to the heat in the room. And the moment you saw his eyes, you knew that man was trouble. There was a sparkle in his orbs you couldn’t tell was a good thing or a bad one. But nonetheless it was a pretty sparkle. The man himself was handsome, you had to give him that. And as you were staring at him so quietly, the man you were drooling over took a few steps towards you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he put one of his hands on the counter near you to support his weight. You blinked a few times, not recognizing his words as he tried to talk to none other than you. Embarrassed you asked him to repeat his question. He let out a giggle, quite boyish for his tall appearance. „I was asking for your name.“ „[Y/N].“ He nodded before taking a sip of his own drink he must have gotten himself when you were staring at him so absently. He took off his denim jacket and placed it, together with his earphones, onto the counter. „Junhong but all my friends call me Zelo.“ He mumbled in reply and you weren’t quite sure if that was your whole conversation due to the long silence between you two that followed while the music of the DJ was heard muffled in the other room. Kino already moved on to the first chick that caught his eye and you were almost sure you wouldn’t see him for the rest of the night again. To prove your point wrong, the man in front of you decided to ask you another question, so softly you couldn’t really understand what he was asking you. „You wanna go outside?“ You didn’t really know what moved you to mumble a faint ‚yes' as if the last bit of independence vanished but the only thing you were focusing on at this very moment were the broad shoulders of Junhong, leading you towards the exit, past all those drunk students into the chilly night. On the way out, you bumped into a few seniors, eyeing you hungrily before you felt the lightest of touch on your hand, feeling how fingers wrapped their way safely around your wrist to pull you towards its owners body. You noticed it was him. His eyes peering down at your form in an unreadable way. He pulled you along, your feet couldn’t really keep up with the long strides of his legs as if he wanted to leave the crowded party as fast as possible. Only outside did he halt to a stop. A few others were there as well, smoking cigarettes or something else you didn’t even want to know, looking towards the two of you before minding their own business again. The boy with the blonde messy hair turned towards you, breathing in sharply. „I’m really not a man for crowds.“ You understood. A lot of people could be scary at some point. You felt the same at first whenever Daehyun would bring you along to one of his friend's parties. You weren’t very great in finding new friends easily and getting in contact with a lot of different people, especially if they were his friends. „Sorry if I scared you.“ But he did. Not because wanting to go outside, but with the way he touched your hand butterflies started erupting in you stomach like crazy, something you weren’t able to feel with anyone else but- „You didn’t.“ „Thank god. I wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you thinking I’m crazy. I was already planning our future together.“ He gave you a flirty wink and in return you both shared a laughter. And as if something clicked between the two of you, you were talking to each other. He was things you weren’t really interested in but he somehow made them sound endearing to you. He was funny, laughing to every sarcastic comment that slipped from your lips and you felt appreciated. Something you haven’t felt for a long time. He understood most of the things you were telling him, even if it wasn’t everything but he at least tried. And maybe it was that, or the alcohol, or maybe both that made you end up between his legs on the sidewalk of a dim lit street, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as you both stared up into the starry sky, pointing out what you were convinced of were constellations. And it didn’t surprise you that you two were still sitting like this while the sun was slowly rising, illuminating his face in a fresh morning glow. You can’t quite remember how you got home, Kino eventually found both of you sitting there, waking you up and shooing you to you dorms before your first lecture of the day would start, but you remembered the smile on his face, as if he was happy for you. Happy that your start wasn’t the worst after all.

✒︎ hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter of this series! If you liked it pls leave a feedback & like. Next parts are coming up soon.

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