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*watching dungeon meshi with my family*
My mom: WAIT WAIT *grabs remote and pauses*
My fam: ????
My mom: is marcille supposed to be in love with fallin???? Like she talks about her... a lot
My family: YES
My mom: ooooohhhh
We are on episode 20
#shes always slow on figuring the homos#she also doesnt believe in queer coding unless its spelled out for her#guys if my mom thinks marcille is gay its basically canon#dungeon meshi#alecto the ninth#marcille donato#marcille#marcille lesbiannnnnnnnnn#shes so gay lets be real
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Some shoes are flowing trumpsters are flowing around the perimeter where the ship was to try to grab the liquidators and they're fighting dans people.
Is a huge event and it's a giant in fight and Trump we give them severely and is constantly chastised for it what a homo our son says. You effing blow and you blew as a boss as Mike benedetto it was such a good job it's so bad you're f****** around with all the time you never get anything done but he had a company we're working to get work done and would she surprises what was you you're always starting another one trying not to finish the other one and screwing around with people has three guys you could have left one on each as you're screwing around trying to figure out what to do instead of just like telling him all the stupid s*** about us being slow and you f****** couldn't stand you they do a lot more about it than he did start figuring it out I said what are we going to do he keeps on lying about us is ruining the company there's only three of us still these Teeny projects we didn't say anything and here's the proof you're coming right at me. I've never seen any of his forces and here's you attacking me and my kids see it too we're going to attack you now and my clones see it. I'd rather have him have clothes than you you're so damned unreasonable we don't have any power at all cuz you shmuck sit down f****** around with them like a little kid. I'm attacking you now he'll see your idiots down there approaching mine so I can send a shot down to warn you.
There's an army attacking Dan's already and it is Trump's Army but he seems more coming and he's going to warn them and he's prepping to do so and it's a big gun that he's going to fire and he has several like 400 and they're huge okay the diameters gigantic there's no guns like this these guys are so big they're fighting a show on Earth we have to fire them and he's prepared he's the blaster and he's going to do it like half hour or 8th power and he says well with power do then we should have a clear huge area and make a whole like a mile deep so he's going to do that and they're approaching you is Aiming and it's been calibrated any fires and the army that was approaching is hit and it is out the whole Army the blaster circumference of impact is about 80 miles in diamond actually diameter and they all are dead it's about 3:00 I'll tell you there's four more groups like that and he's hitting them instead of chips down to assist this man and they wiping out the trumps they'll be gone in minutes. And Trump is sending ships and they're Star blazers no it's commet empire ships. And some ships are wiped out and by the ships and it starts if this is the star Blazer series
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Smut headcanons: Harry Potter.
[Notes: Well here´s the next one, gotta love this man]
TW: NSFW CONTENT!, Bdsm, dom/sub relationships, Dom! Harry Potter, degradation kink, somnophilia, nudism, cock warming, sensation play, bondage, blindfolds, sex in semi-public spaces, marks and hickeys, aftercare and mentions of BDSM clubs.
BDSM is a yes for him.
He didn't believe that it would make it for him, it sounded like the worst type of torture.
But when he started to go to clubs, accidentally went into a BDSM club, where he saw his first scene.
That made his dick harder than a rock, of course, but he laso couldn't stop watching how the little sub was making a big effort to not cum and how they reacted when their dom praised them.
He wanted that, to hold someone like that even when there was no touch between the two of them.
Harry discovered a whole new world again, he witnessed an endless amount of scenes, read several books, different newspapers and the more confident he was, the more he dared to try.
It was the scariest thing for him to hurt a sub, so he had an insane amount of anxiety the first time he had an scene.
But he's Harry Potter, the scene went great, a little slow but it was a great start.
He has many fixed kinks, and some that if he didn't dislike, he would do them just to please his sub of the moment.
Of course that when you too met, it was the perfect match, even before sex. You two talked and moved around each other as if you were an old married couple.
Somnophilia was one of the most prominent kinks, after the war his sleep was always light, and when a sub of his told him he could have whatever he wanted while she was asleep, he had no turning back.
"Shhh go back to sleep, love, I just came homo from a mission. I didn't meant to wake you up."
It was the best way to wake up, him pounding you from behind, his ragged breathing trying not to wake you up and when he notices your eyes open, his thrusts deepen until you both come.
Blindfold his sub is one of his favourite things to ever do. He feels so powerful everytime that his sub let him blindfold them.
He knew how vulnerable it was for them, and something inside him warms up with appreciation for the trust his subs give him.
Sometimes he would blind fold you for the entire day, he would go on with his day, with the exception that he could look up at any moment and see your pretty figure waiting for him.
"You are the most beautiful decoration that I own."
Other times it would be only in the scenes, keeping you tied in a star shape while playing with your sensations, passing feathers, ice, ropes or whatever comes to mind at the moment.
"Don't move , I'm not done with you yet."
Other times he would take you in front of the mirror, just to pull your hair and remove the blindfold at the last minute and say "look how pretty you are when you come."
Another of his problems was that he loved skirts a little to much, specially the short ones. Leather, pleated, flared, latex, all of them.
He also when you were wearing them for him with no underwear.
And those that if someone looks a lot at your thighs they might see some of the love bites that he left behind.
It drove him crazy to see you walk in skirts, to see how your thighs rubbed against each other and how your hips move with every step you take.
That mixed with his impulsiveness often led both of you to get off in the street, with him leading you to an empty alley and crushing you against the wall.
The adrenaline of doing it in a public place also turned him on, but it was not something you two did regularly, with Harry being the boy-who-lived it wouldn't be strange that a photographer is following you all the time.
However "You would love that right? that they photograph us with my cock buried inside you so that they see that you are only mine, wouldn't you? Sure you would, look at you, you're soaked just thinking about it." Harry would say against your ear.
Being naked in the house was another of his favorite things, he could see you all he wanted and you could do the same with him.
However, if he wanted you to know he's angry, he would put some clothes on and order you to stay naked.
He could see all the marks that he had made on you throughout the week, the love bites on the lower part of the breasts, the mark of a rope on your ankle that rubbed you too much, hickeys on your neck and collarbones, everything.
"Come here, I want to see that ass from a better angle."
He would come home from work and you will greet him naked, because there are no longer any 'house clothes'.
Clearly he had to take action for that, the fireplace was always closed even for Ron and Hermione, only you twl could appear inside the house and the windows were enchanted so that you couldn't see through the glass from the outside.
In the same way that Harry liked risk in public, he also liked to push you against a window and threaten to remove the enchantment so everyone could see you surrender to him.
You know that he really wouldn't, he tries to hide it, but you know he loves being the only one who sees you like this, and wouldn't want to share you with anyone else.
He hates having paperwork to do at home, so you often help him from under the desk, keeping his cock warm.
"Stay there, I'm almost done and we can go to dinner later. "
The aftercare was one his favorite parts ever, holding you against his chest telling you how good you were even if you weren't.
He would get you clean, while playing your hair and kissing your forehead.
"Thanks, love that was amazing."
#harry potter#dom Harry Potter#sub reader#harry potter smut#harry potter x reader#harry james potter#harry potter x y/n#smut headcanons#smut hcs#harry potter headcanon
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Desk Dreams
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Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader
Warnings: Smut...lol have fun.
A/N: Testing my smut writing skills I see...I tried to weasel Will into this, but I’d hardly consider this a Will oneshot. I struggled so hard with this smh.
Requested by: @no-homo-hank
Prompt: also.. if i may request something sm*tty. personally i think your writing is so good. soo maybe something in his office yk yk like if the reader has a *sexy* dream about him,, and she has to tell him,, idk idk and only if you’re comfortable with it ofc! thanks :)
Word Count: 1,697
“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?”
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You couldn’t get it out of your head. The images, the sounds, the touches, the smells. You had tried to shake it off all morning. You had brewed an extra strong cup of coffee hoping to rid your conscious of the less than appropriate dream from the night before, but to no avail. You never really had dreams, and you especially didn’t have such scandalous ones. On top of that, you definitely never had sex dreams about your therapist.
Sure, you found him attractive in more ways than just his striking intelligence. However, the thought of anything that wasn’t purely professional had never crossed your mind. You knew what Hannibal thought about dreams. He had mentioned to you before that they are often a crucial tell-tale of a person’s mental state most of the time. That was the part you couldn’t figure out.
What did having such a racy dream mean for you?
You pondered the thought on your way to your session. You desperately wished that you didn’t have to go today, but you knew you’d be questioned about it next session if you canceled. You entered his office’s waiting room, there were no other patients at that time. You weren’t surprised, considering most people tried to push for the afternoon appointments. You took your normal seat, knowing that Dr. Lecter and Will Graham would be finished shortly. Will Graham’s appointments were always before yours, and you always noted how Will always looked as if his brain had been completely picked apart when he exited.
You often wondered what sort of things they talked about.
Sure enough, the door opened a few minutes later, Hannibal seeing Will out of his office.
“I will see you soon, Will.” Hannibal said to Will, who had pretty much already ended the conversation.
Will spotted you waiting and actually offered a smile. He didn’t know you outside of the waiting room, but well enough to know your name and speak to you.
“Hello, [Y/N],” He greeted, leaning in slightly; “He’s acting strangely today.” He whispered.
You gave him a confused look, but returned the greeting before he dashed off and out of the building. What did he mean by “acting strangely”? There was only one way to find out.
“[Y/N], are you ready?” Hannibal asked, inviting you into his office.
You nodded, entering swiftly. When you passed by him, a familiar scent enriched your nose. The smell of his cologne was exquisite and suddenly sparked your memory of the dream from the night before. So that was what you smelled in the dream. You had never paid attention to it before.
Speaking of the dream, it was suddenly all you could think about. You sat in one of his chairs, immediately striking Hannibal as out of character. He decided to hold off on mentioning it yet.
“Good morning. How are you?” He asked, sitting in the chair in front of you.
Your leg bounced anxiously as you found yourself in a trance, raking over his features. Had his hair always been so nice? Were his eyes always so enticing? You caught his gaze, waiting for you to give an answer.
“Huh? Oh! I’m doing well.” You said, beginning to feel a heat creep over your cheeks.
His hand briefly went up to his collar to readjust his tie. You basically stopped yourself from salivating. His hands were...so perfect.
“You’re nervous.” He announced.
You denied. You denied hard. You would not let him through to you today. You’d die of embarrassment.
“Nope. Not nervous,” You said, visibly nervous; “What makes you say that?”
His expression was calculating. He was soaking you up like a sponge to sink water, taking everything in to be squeezed out again.
“For starters, you’re sitting. You usually walk around during our sessions,” He noted; “Secondly, your entire demeanor is tense.”
Your leg stopped bouncing and you slowly stood from your chair, you began to try and walk as you normally did, but it ended up being more of a pace.
“Is it so wrong to change things up a little?” You asked as casually as possible.
He looked so good in that light blue shirt.
“No, but there’s always a reason for such change.” He bantered.
You shot him a look. It was hard to get anything past him.
“I just...” You tried to come up with an excuse, but turned up short.
He waited patiently, his gaze never leaving yours. You sighed in defeat.
“Dreams are normal, right?” You asked, preparing to bite the bullet.
He nodded simply.
“Certainly.”
You chewed your lip in thought, careful with how you approached this. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater.
“I had a rather interesting dream last night,” You confessed; “It wasn’t anything I had ever experienced.”
He was listening intently, not quite following what you were getting at.
“What did you dream about?” He prompted.
You felt a sudden rise in your throat. This was painful to admit.
“Well, you were in me- uh, I mean...in it.” You said, mentally cursing at yourself for your embarrassing slip up.
A wave of realization was clear on his face as he connected the dots. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die.
“[Y/N], I can assure you that sexual fantasy dreams are quite normal.” He said in an attempt to comfort you.
You groaned miserably, burying your face in your hands. You were humiliated. You’d have to request a different therapist. Maybe even seek out a totally different counseling practice.
“Dreams often must be explored to be understood. Tell me more about the content of this dream.” He requested calmly.
Your blood went hot. What? Why did he want to know that? You looked to him, surprised to see that he was completely serious. You rubbed your palms together nervously.
“I came in for my usual session. The energy was different. You were looking at me in a way you don’t usually,” You explained; “The conversation took a turn and...we had sex.”
His expression remained unchanged, but you weren’t close enough yet to see the fire in his eyes. He stood from his seat and took slow strides over towards you. You were sure he could hear your thumping heart.
“How was I looking at you?” He questioned, his voice thick and smooth.
That’s when you saw the riled up glaze in his eyes. A sudden wave of emotion and arousal crashed over you. This was really going to happen.
“Just like you are now.” You breathed out.
Instantly, his lips were on yours. Passionate and needy, but steady and calculated too. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you towards his desk. He shimmied you onto the cool, dark wood and allowed you to remove his suit blazer.
Your mind was racing, but your movements were faster. You untucked his dress shirt from his pants while his fingertips worked on unbuttoning your jeans. It was a hot, heavy silence as the two of you stripped down enough to get the job done. His mouth was hot on your neck once your pants were casted aside, sucking a hickey on your most sensitive spot.
“Dr. Lecter, I...” You trailed off, your mind too clouded with pleasure to offer any kind of sentence.
This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. You were thankful for patient-doctor confidentiality.
“Hannibal.” He corrected, unbuckling his belt and getting his pants down to his ankles.
Woah. First name basis. That was new. Hannibal really seemed to know his way around a woman. You found that rather shocking.
“Is this your means of dream exploration?” You joked, giving a breathy laugh.
“Something like that.” He replied.
He pulled himself from his boxers, stroking a few times before gingerly pushing himself inside of you. A synchronized moan drew from the both of you as he pushed through your walls, traveling as deep as he could go. He pushed your back down onto the desk, watching you sprawl out desperately for him.
He began with slow thrusts to allow you to adjust to his length, but hit the sweetest of spots each time he went back in. He grasped one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist so he could get a better angle. He had one hand on your throat, wrapped firmly but not uncomfortably.
“Hannibal, please. Faster.” You begged, your tone coming out as a whine.
He hummed in response, his pace beginning to pick up. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as the sounds of skin and rattling desk objects echoed in your ears. He admired the way your eyes glassed over in pleasure, his own forehead beginning to break out into a sweat.
“Was this how your dream played out?” He asked, the slightest bit of strain in his voice; “On my desk...in the middle of a session.”
You nodded in response, but that wasn’t enough.
“Use your words.” He ordered, slamming back into you again.
“Yes.” You groaned out.
“Good girl.” He praised, moving his pace even faster.
This wasn’t how he’d usually pleasure a woman. He preferred something a little more timed out and slow, but you needed something spontaneous and fast. He could feel it radiating off of you. Your mind bounced back and forth from the dream to this present moment. This was too good to be true.
Your legs tightened around his waist, signaling to him that you were awfully close. He himself felt a twitch, looks like you were going to both finish on time. He continued to pound into you, your moans relentlessly sounding out into the air. Your high-pitched, surprised gasp alerted your release, his own spilling out just a few moments later.
Your moans and sounds dwindled into heavy breathing, your chests heaving to catch up. He collapsed onto your shaky frame, your hand resting in his hair. You could barely comprehend what had just happened. You suddenly had a whole new reason to come to therapy. Hannibal lifted his head, pride written all over his face.
“I think...we’ll pick this back up next week.”
#hannibal#hannibal lecter#Hannibal TV#hannibal imagine#hannibal lecter x reader#hannibal lecter imagine#hannibal lecter imagines#hannibal lecter request#detectivehannibal
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for fic mashup: 6 x 73
Anon. My love. This is THE best kush!
- Ian works the late shift at some used book store. Mickey is looking for a gift for Mandy for Christmas. Some witchy shit because she’s gotten into spooky-goth babe stuff and he’s supportive.
- Mickey walks in a la “YOU GOT ANY SLIM JIMS IN THIS SHITHOLE” Only its “YOU GOT ANY TAROT GUIDE BOOKS IN THIS SHITHOLE?”
- Ian of course is like: “In theory.” Because any good used bookstore for sure have an occult/spiritual sections but good luck having that section one, defined and two, encompassing. But he’s bored. The shop’s empty and this short dude is thick and cute in his clearly hand knitted scarf so he walks him over.
- Mickey is understandable overwhelmed because one, holy shit they have a lot of books and two, it’s always been a personal headcanon of mine that Mickey’s dyslexic so all that small print flipped sideways? Just stab him and get it over with.
- Ian is Looking Respectfully at Mickey as he glares at the spines of all these cracked, peeling books and he can tell that he’s struggling but he’s like “nah man. I’m just gonna go close out the til” and so after the requisite “let me know if I can help you find anything” he goes to count the til.
- He notices the snow is REALLY coming down, but it’s the Midwest. The weather is damn near unpredictable, so he doesn’t really pay attention.
- Mickey is still lost, but after a while he says fuck it, grabs four books at random and heads towards the gangly looking fucker running the store apparently. He’s cute. Mickey thinks so. But he’s gotta get home before the trains shut down because of the snow. So he can’t do the patterned Milkovich “wanna bang???”
- Ian has long since closed out everything except the cutie in the store’s purchases, so now he’s just trying to figure out if his gaydar can be trusted around such a cute guy AND what’s the best way to hit on customer when Mickey comes up.
- It’s snowing. Oh god is it snowing. It’s piling up and the streets are slowing draining of cars and people and any other movement except for snow.
- Ian is just printing a receipt, trying to figure out the best way to say “hey. Wanna get coffee or just like fuck and then get food afterwards?” When the power goes out.
- Minor panic ensues. Mickey is pissed because if the powers out in this place then the trains have already shut down due to the weather. Ian is like “oh fuck. I’m the employee here I’m the responsible party shit.” But he’s still trying to shoot his shot (and figure out if his gaydar is working correctly or his dick is working against him) so he goes, “man. I hope this isn’t keeping you from your girl.”
- Mickey, of course, knows what the cute doofus is doing, but he’s still upset about the trains so he says: “the only thing keeping me here is the goddamn snow. Your fishing is fucking tragic by the way!”
- Ian is suitable Dunked. But that wasn’t a “no homo” so he tries again. They end up talking while Ian calls the power company to see when the fuck the powers gonna be on. And then his boss to see what he’s supposed to do. The more they talk the more they realize they sorta-kinda like each other.
- They spend the rest of the time Stuck talking and joking. Ian asks about the books and Mickey talks about his family (a very abridged version) Ian talks about his (a Deluxe version). They talk about their jobs and their hobbies. All sitting kinda sorta close on the couch in the break room because it’s getting colder and colder the longer the powers out.
- The power comes on a few hours later. Mickey and Ian are at the point essentially cuddling under both their coats and when the lights kick on it startled Mickey so much he falls off the couch. Ian laughs at him.
- The trains are still down and it’s freezing cold so Ian oh so casually mentions that he lives a few blocks away. If Mickey wanted to come over. And eat some freezer pizzas with him. And maybe watch some movies. And MAYBE sleep there if the trains are still down. Y’know.
- Mickey tells him again that his fishing is TRAGIC, but he’s a cheap date. So they go to Ian’s apartment. And Ian promises to be a better date next time ❤️🌨📚
#i went overboard#as is my right#and my general inclination#thank you for this anon!!!#as I aaid it’s THE GOOD KUSH!!!#shameless#I’m ASSUMING#gallavich#fanfic mash up#ask games#beebabycastiel answers#BeeBabyCastiel writes#shameless fanfiction#shameless ficlet#love you anon!#hope you’re staying warm 💛
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For the sleepover post - what's your biggest wish for season 5 of 911?
With the way things are going now, the way we ended season 4, my biggest wish would be...
Eddie realizes that Ana is not the person for him. After what Carla told him, it made him think. Then the whole shooting thing... He comes to realization that it wasn't Ana he wanted to be with, wanted to see when he woke up. Ana was only ever an afterthought. It was Buck. Buck that he was worried about, Buck that he made legal guardian of his son, Buck that he wanted to spend his shitty time in medical rehabilitation with. What I want is for Eddie to realize that Buck is more than his best friend, he's developing feelings for Buck. I want him to take his time to realize that, for them to drop little hints. Maybe he talks to someone? Carla? (Because she seems to know something) Hen? Karen? Maybe Bobby? Or Michael! Surely Michael could relate.
So Eddie comes to terms with his feelings. (He has long broken up with Ana at this point, because he doesn't want to lead her on) But Buck is still dating Taylor. Cue pining Eddie. God, I want pining Eddie so badly. Eddie with the puppy eyes whenever he sees Buck with Taylor. Eddie with the smile that suddenly disappears whenever Buck mentions Taylor. Eddie with the broken heart and the longing looks, trying so hard not to let it affect his friendship with Buck, because Buck is EVERYTHING and even if he can't have him the way he would want to, he can't lose him either. Not for him, and not for Christopher.
I want this all to be CLEAR on screen. Undoubtedly. No "no homo", could be interpreted any way kind of crap. It has to be undeniable. Not just subtext.
And then... maybe things come to a head? Maybe Buck notices something in Eddie's behavior? How he gets sad at certain points? How he seems to struggle with something? Maybe Eddie gets shitfaced drunk one day and lets something slip? Maybe there's an argument and a "because I love you, you idiot!" kind of yelled confession? IT'S ALL GOOD. But either way, Buck starts to catch on. And it turns his entire world upside down. Because it makes him question everything. Is he just with Taylor because he doesn't want to be alone and Taylor was there? Maybe he knew about his feelings for Eddie all along but just stupidly figured it would never happen and stubbornly moved on? Like it was never an option for him anyway? Or maybe he wasn't so aware of his feelings but now that he knows how Eddie feels (or has an idea anyway) he can't put it out of his head? He finds that it's something that was always there. He's ALWAYS loved Eddie, in every way possible. Either way, he has to break up with Taylor because the way he feels about her (and I do believe he genuinely cares about her, he just has so much love to give) doesn't even begin to compare to how he feels about Eddie.
Either way, I want it to be a slow burn. The slowest of burns. All the built up tension and repressed feelings. All the epic obstacles and love declarations and a monumental and romantic and so long desired first kiss in the very last episode of season 5. That's what I want them to build towards in season 5. (And then season 6 can be navigating through a new relationship, the awkwardness, the wonderful moments, the longing looks while at work, etc)
That is genuinely my biggest wish for season 5. *ugly sobbing*
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An unusual couple - Chapter 6
Summary: Uncle P gets his holiday cameo. The situation isn’t ideal, but hey, at least his nephews are cute.
Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11,
Chapter 6: Halloween
Living in Wanda’s world wasn’t fun. Everything he said didn’t feel like it came from him. Rather, his sentences were being passed through a filter that made it appropriate for what Wanda wanted to see on her tv show. At least the voices had stopped.
Also, Peter nearly had a heart attack when he saw himself in the mirror. He was now blond. Even without his full memories, he knew he had always had silver hair. That was a huge chunk of his identity, the silver haired speedster. He just hoped that the change wouldn’t be permanent.
After he had chased the twins, which were adorable, Wanda descended down the stairs in some weird costume with a cape and a headpiece.
The costumed twin, (Tommy?) gave his mom an amazed smile. “Whoa mom, are you old red ridding hood?”
Even in his role, he couldn’t help but laugh. She did look like red ridding hood, but Peter couldn’t figure out why she had chosen such a strange costume. Wanda had magic; she could literally have any costume she wanted.
A pull on his neck made him aware that it was his turn to talk. He couldn’t figure out what to say, so he just said what he was really thinking.
“Wow, that is so...”
“Rad!” Said the long-haired boy at his left side.
However, that wasn’t what he wanted to say. “Lame!” He completed his sentence. Peter noticed the boy agreeing with him, apparently wanting his approval. That was kind of cute of him.
‘Mom, I want to be a pirate!’
‘And I want to be a ladybug!’
Peter blinked in confusion as the new memory reached him. Time seemed to slow down as it replayed in his mind. Halloween 1965, he and Wendy had asked their mother for specific costumes, mere days before the actual day. Magda had done what she could, but while what she had managed to find looked like what they wanted; it had rained the whole evening. So, they had to wear coats, but those old clothes were what had made them sick, so they were stuck in bed for the next few days. Their mom had promised to make it up to them the following year.
“Worse than the costumes mom made us the year we got typhus,” he said, without wanting to. His lines were just flying out of his mouth before he could register it.
Wanda looked confusedly at him, “that’s not exactly how I remember it.”
“You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma,” he shrugged, trying to cover up his mistake. Then Vision, Wanda’s weird toaster husband, slowly came down the stairs with a defeated look on his face.
Peter’s role made him make fun of the man’s costume, but he had a feeling he would have done it even if he hadn’t been controlled. Wanda and her husband had some banter to do, so he gladly went to sit next to the boys and played some video games.
The two adults started discussing about him, how Wanda hadn’t talked much about who he was or where he came from. The robot then declared that he would go do some patrol, whatever it meant. That angered Wanda though, but Vision seemed determined to test her boundaries.
‘Separate them’ insisted the damned piece of jewelry.
Peter rolled his eyes as he complied. It was ridiculous, how obsessed Agatha was with the family.
All mutants have a genetic mutation that causes their bodies to develop abilities that regular humans, homo sapiens, are unable to.
The speedster stopped in his track when the strange memory hit him. It wasn’t really a memory, more like a basic explanation of something. Something he had learned very young.
The necklace squeezed his throat when he hesitated for a moment, which pulled him out of his thoughts. Peter walked in between Wanda and Vision. “Woah, woah, woah. What’s the big dealio?” His interruption seemed to unsettle the couple, but the order wasn’t completed yet. “Big guy has a conflict, twins need a father figure for the night,” he turned to Wanda just as another snippet manifested itself.
The mutant gene found amongst the population is called the X-Gene.
“Don’t sweat it, sis. I got the old XY chromosome. Uncle P to the rescue, uh?”
Vision seemed satisfied with his proposition and headed off to wherever he had to go. Peter watched as the man left, wondering what they would do next.
‘Let’s teepee the neighbor’s house,’ he heard himself say.
‘No way, mom told us that she was tired of us getting into trouble,’ Wendy answered.
‘Come on, sis! I have superspeed and you have your wiggly woos. Mom won’t even find out!’
Peter smiled at the memory, they had eventually gone and did some mischief. Their mom had also found out and gave them a super long lecture about responsibilities that came with having mutant powers. But he and Wendy were fourteen years old and didn’t really listen, already planning their next trick.
Peter approached the long-haired twin that wanted his approval earlier. “Hey kid, want to play some tricks?”
The boy turned his head towards him with a wide grin, promptly abandoning his game. “Yeah, Uncle P!”
He noticed Wanda who had her back turned and winked at the boy, telling him to watch him. He sped behind his pretend sister, twisting his face into an ugly grin, he knew got her when she let out a blood culling scream. For a moment, he really did feel like they were twins just playing around. Like he used to do with Wendy.
Peter laughed at her scream, before he focused on the matter at hand. “Where do you keep your water balloons?”
Wanda seemed confused at his request, “What? We don’t have water balloons.” Had Pietro and her never done pranks? Then again, their life wasn’t the most ideal for mischief.
“Where are we gonna put all this shaving cream?” She narrowed his eyes at him, and his self preservation instincts kicked in. “It was Billy’s idea!”
The small twin looked at him offended, “I’m Tommy!”
Well, that was his bad. “And don’t you forget it!”
His little joke seemed to be enough for Tommy to forgive him. Wanda then protested that he didn’t have a costume, how that meant that he wasn’t ready to go out yet. Peter stared at her, he hadn’t dressed up for Halloween since forever, it was a silly thing he had done with Wendy for years and he hadn’t dared dressing up ever since she was gone. But right now, it was literally a life-or-death situation, so he knew he had to comply. He glanced at Tommy, him who hadn’t wanted to dress up was now looking expectantly at him; eager to share the day together. He took the boy’s hand and speed away in search of a costume. Wanda’s tv show requested that he dressed up, and what kind of uncle would he be if he didn’t help his nephew find a costume as well?
***
Next time: Peter and Wanda has an interrupted talk in the townsquare.
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crash the crush.
pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k
summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?
You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.
With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.
Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.
yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd
You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.
y/n : running 💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle
You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.
The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.
yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle
You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing.
yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀
You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.
y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car
You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun.
You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.
After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.
It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?
yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight
You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-
Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring.
"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.
Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.
y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead
You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.
"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky.
Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.
You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.
"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.
He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.
You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.
y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK
Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.
yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME
y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK
yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK
y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD
yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW
y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun
yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!
You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.
You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?
Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.
"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.
Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.
You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,
He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”
Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god.
You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”
“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!
You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”
He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”
Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.
“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-
But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.
He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”
You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.
He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.
Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.
“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”
“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.
“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”
“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,
“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.
You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.
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It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.
The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.
You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).
Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.
“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.
You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.
Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.
Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.
“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.
Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.
But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?
You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.
“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.
“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”
Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.
Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.
After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.
Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.
Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.
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It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.
You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).
You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.
“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.
Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?
You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”
“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.
3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!
He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”
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The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.
Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.
You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.
Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?
As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.
You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.
“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.
Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.
“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.
Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.
You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.
“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.
You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?
“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”
You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.
“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.
Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.
“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.
“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.
You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.
You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.
Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.
“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.
You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.
Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)
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Soda
This is for Harringrove April day 12, Soda! The dude in Steve's night class is a little grouchy, and a little beautiful.
Steve locked up his photography studio, set his shoulders, and drove to the college.
He rethought all his choices as he stared around at all the children in the college classroom, and wondered for a second whether he’d wandered into a highschool. The thought made him shudder, and he stood rooted with dread in the doorway as somebody edged past, growling under his breath.
The dude dropped into a seat in the middle of the class, shoved the hood back on his burgundy hoodie, and looked like he was Steve’s age, so Steve headed over. He’d just walked up when the guy squinted at the whiteboard, muttered furiously under his breath, and moved two seats closer to the front. He had tawny curls pulled back in a messy bun, a stubbly, well-defined jaw, and crow’s feet, and Steve shifted forwards to stay next to him, breathing a sigh of relief. He grinned as he listened to the muttering.
“Hey,” Steve said, then watched the guy bury his head in his arms, pulling the hood back over his face. “...glad to see somebody else who isn’t twelve,” Steve tried again.
The guy snorted. “Yeah, we’ll see how long I last,” he groaned. “You know how sometimes when you know you’re gonna fuck up, you might as well sooner than…” he rolled his head to smirk over at Steve, and then his blue-gray eyes widened, and he trailed off, licking his lips. Steve waited politely as he cleared his throat. “...later?” he whispered.
“You have to stay in this class,” Steve hissed as the teacher came in, grinning. “You’re the only one I can talk to, you won’t fuck up, come on.”
The guy blinked slowly at him, then ducked his head, smirking again, and grabbed a tumbler off the floor and slurped at it. “It’s soda,” he shot over, rattling the ice.
“Okay,” Steve said, laughing, and nodding at the low sun pouring in. “I won’t rat you out, man, I wish I had something cold right now.”
The dude laughed, and Steve jumped on his chance.
“Come back tomorrow and the next soda’s on me,” he whispered out the side of his mouth, and got back a warm grin.
After class, the guy climbed up to sit on his desk, facing Steve with a smile like a lighthouse beam now he was awake. He had circles under his eyes, and it looked like he didn’t have a shirt on under his hoodie, just tan skin all the way down, but Steve had had rough mornings too. “I’m Billy,” the guy said, leaning in and cocking his head. “You wanna go for—”
“Uh, Steve, I’m Steve,” Steve said, wincing at his own lightning wit. “What kind of soda you want me to bring?”
“Oh,” said the guy, going still for just a second, like Steve had said something weird, and just as Steve was trying to figure out what it was, he laughed and hopped off the desk. “Sprite or something, whatever’s fine.”
Steve jogged to catch up. “No caffeine?”
“...doesn’t matter,” Billy sighed, walking faster, and Steve slowed down, and let him get away.
The next day Billy had on a rainbow chainmail bracelet, and Steve grinned as he handed over two cans of sprite. “That’s neat,” he said, pointing to it, and Billy narrowed his eyes, studying Steve’s face like he was acting suspicious as hell. After a few seconds, Steve laughed nervously. “I’m not gonna steal it,” he said, and Billy groaned into his arms.
He agreed to study before class at the picnic tables outside, though, and Steve got treated to hours of his freckled face sipping his soda, and grimacing faintly, like it was a depressing surprise every time. When Steve went to take a piss, he grabbed some root beer and some Squirt, to see if that got a better reaction, and Billy blinked, then grinned his laser beam grin.
Didn’t look like he liked them better, though. The next time Steve was at the grocery store, he hit the fancy aisle. He bought elderflower soda, and ginger brew, and orange cream. At the last minute he stuck a kombucha in his basket, just to see what face Billy would make.
It was satisfyingly revolted—betrayal, and disbelief—but Steve grabbed it back, laughing his ass off. “Don’t drink that,” he cackled, “—I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“See if I take notes for you again, you fuck,” Billy grumbled, wiping his tongue with a napkin, but his ears and cheeks were turning pink, and Steve couldn’t stop snickering.
As the semester went on, Billy started wearing a rainbow lanyard, and rainbow clips holding his flyaway curls, and a big ol’ sticker of a cat shitting rainbows on his soda tumbler.
“Wow, you sure like rainbows,” Steve said when the barrettes appeared, instead of his first impulse, which was to offer his ex’s little sister’s abandoned hair care collection. It had pink plastic poodles clips. Billy’d have looked hilarious in them, grouching about midterms and scratching his graying stubble, and Steve bit back a smile.
Billy stared at him, then grabbed his soda tumbler and drank, holding eye contact. It was full of the lavender lemon artisan soda Steve had found on sale, and Billy spluttered, coughing. “Where do you find this shit,” he asked, grimacing, and Steve laughed.
“I can stop. You just make this face when you drink soda—”
Billy’s mouth quirked, and he sighed. “...nah, it’s...uh. It’s...nice.”
“Don’t fall all over yourself in gratitude,” Steve told him, and Billy kicked at his legs under the table.
“It’s not like you aren’t having the time of your life feeding me this shit,” he hissed, and Steve snickered.
Billy started talking again about dropping out around midterms, fiddling incessantly with his soda, and losing sleep again, if the crinkly, bruised skin under his eyes was anything to go on. “I’m gonna fail anyway,” he breathed. “Why did I even register, I always do this, I get—”
“You’re not gonna fail,” Steve hissed, then stared at the whiteboard. “Are you?! You said I was getting it! Are we both failing?!”
“No!” Billy laughed. “No, no.” He reached across the aisle and squeezed Steve’s shoulder. “No, man, you’re good, you’re fine—”
“Don’t say that shit then,” Steve told him, narrowing his eyes, and Billy took a deep breath and blew out, swallowing. “Look,” Steve said, steepling his hands—like he always had to stretch them after basketball—the way Robin always said looked like a supervillain. “Look, okay, come over. Before midterms. We can get a pizza. Stay the night. We’ll play Super Mario and go to bed at like eight pm like we’re in first grade.”
Billy cocked his head, biting his lips together.
“I’ll make sure you study and get to sleep,” Steve said, leaning closer, and Billy laughed, kind of darkly. “Lemme know,” Steve said, and slid the weirdest soda he’d found recently—Schooner’s Coffee Cola—over like they were making an under-the-table drug deal.
Billy looked down at it and burst into snickers, curling forward to rest his face in his arms on the desk, and then kinda sighed tiredly, and half-smiled over at Steve, and Steve wondered what he’d said wrong.
Steve came early every day to grab their picnic table, and Billy showed up more and more, in rainbow sneakers, and after a while, a purple button-up, unbuttoned, with rainbow pinstripes. Steve watched him wave his soda and cigarette around, and swear about the people calling tech support. “I get my degree, they said they can promote me,” he said, sighing.
“Sounds like you deserve it,” Steve told him, with a suave double thumbs-up into finger-guns that nearly made Billy spit his soda.
“I brought you cherry-lime,” Steve told him, waggling his eyebrows, and the bottle, and Billy groaned, holding his hand out, and Steve pulled it back. “You can say no,” he pointed out, and Billy laughed, waggling his fingers.
“I’m weak to peer pressure,” he said, grabbing it, unscrewing it, and dumping it right in with whatever was in there while Steve looked on in horror. He tossed back a swig, and then grunted, grimacing, and pressing his lips together, his eyes shut tight.
“Spit it out! Spit it out!” Steve yelped, snickering. “My feelings won’t be hurt!”
Billy pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, and swallowed with a shudder, and Steve tried to yank the tumbler away from him, but Billy jerked it away, waving it in the air. “Not so bad,” he gasped, lying. “Want some?”
“Don’t do it!” Steve hissed, trying to grab it, but laughing so hard he was clumsy. Billy finally chugged it despite Steve’s melodramatic pleas, and Steve threw an arm around him, cackling and leaning into Billy’s shoulder. Billy had an enamel pin on his denim collar of a carton of milk that said 100% HOMO, and Steve snorted, laughing harder, yanking out his phone. “Can I get a picture of your pin?”
Billy turned to frown at him, then frowned and patted his collar, and bit his lips together, raising his eyebrows.
“My best friend’s a lesbian,” Steve told him. “She’d love it.” That got him a slow blink, and then Billy nodded.
He seemed distracted after that, and didn’t look at Steve during class.
“...I have a really horrible soda I was saving for after midterms,” Steve told him after class, running to catch up.
“If it’s shitty, why’d you buy it,” Billy hissed at him, and stalked off, and Steve watched him go, squeezing his bag with the terrible-sounding dandelion-burdock soda.
“I fucked up,” Steve told Robin, sitting in his car. “I don’t know, he’s pissed—”
“This the guy with the 100% HOMO pin?” she asked dryly, and Steve blinked.
“Yeah, but I mean, I wasn’t a dick about it, or anything?”
“Hrm,” she said. “I saw some of that soda. Maybe he’s mad you poisoned him, you ever think of that?”
“I guess,” Steve sighed.
“Maybe he’s just not into you?” she suggested, with what sounded like a grimace. “I mean, just because he’s gay—”
“Wait, what?” Steve asked. “No, I—I didn’t hit on him, jesus—”
“...wait, what? What are we talking about, then?” Robin asked flatly. “What’d you fuck up, if you weren’t asking him out?”
“...he might just stop talking to me,” Steve said, wincing. “He stomps off a lot.” He considered. “Uh, I could—I could wear that bi pride shirt you got me. See if he says anything.”
“...he might just think you love pink and purple unicorns,” Robin said, but it sounded like she was snickering, so he took it as a win, and when he got home, he puttered around through the bi stuff he’d gotten at Pride—he tied on the friendship bracelet, and relaced his shoes with the pink, blue, and purple laces, and put the belt buckle on with the speech bubble that said ‘Be Gay, Do Crimes’ like his dick was talking.
He looked like a very pretty princess in the mirror, but a hot one, he thought, taking a couple of selfies of the way the tight unicorn shirt clung to his biceps and pecs.
Billy didn’t show up the next day, or answer texts, though the professor said he’d emailed in. Steve texted a picture of ginger ale, grimacing. “I got you an antidote, I’m sorry,” he sent, but he didn’t hear anything until the day of midterms, when Billy was already slumped on his desk when Steve came in, even though he’d have had to walk the whole long way around the building to avoid their table.
Steve settled in and tried not to nervously click his pen, or tap his foot, or squeak his shoe against the leg of his desk, but eventually Billy shot him a glare, and then just...stared. Steve glanced over at him, cautiously, and the instructor cleared her throat. “Eyes front!” she called, and Billy swerved his glower back to his own test, staring down at it until he shook his head, and started scribbling with a will. He was one of the first to turn his test in, and then he stood by the door with his eyes on Steve’s pen, as Steve tried to write an essay.
The classroom slowly emptied, and there Steve was, dressed like a unicorn princess man, and utterly failing his midterm. His teacher glanced up from her book occasionally, and then glanced at the clock, and once, she sighed, and Billy stood there watching Steve be a moron.
He had to already know, Steve figured, rereading the question one more time, and understanding less. Billy’d helped him with homework assignments, and notes, and seen what an idiot he was, and that was why he’d never said anything despite being 100% HOMO. Steve bit his lips as the words ran together.
He gave up on the last question, and turned in his exam with a sinking feeling of finality. He grabbed his bag, heard the swish of the definitely-gross soda in there, and groaned in the back of his throat.
“Do you just fucking like unicorns,” Billy asked, falling into step with him as he left the room, and Steve was left with the announcement he’d been trying to avoid, so Billy wouldn’t have to avoid him. “...bi...corns,” he mumbled, and Billy said “Fuck,” and grabbed his face, kissing him hard, then laughing awkwardly and gentling it. His lips were soft and warm, and a little chapped.
He tasted like soda. Steve ran his fingers over the rainbow hair clips, and through the curls at the back of Billy’s neck, kissing that smile finally. Billy sighed shakily against his mouth, yanking Steve closer by his unicorn-shirted shoulders. “Jesus, why didn’t we do this sooner,” he breathed.
“Why didn’t you,” Steve muttered, cupping Billy’s jaw and kissing him again, instead of letting him answer. “...wearing all that Pride shit, but you never asked me out, I figured it was kinda obvious you—”
“I what,” Billy hissed, and then scowled. “No, wait, you shithead, I waited that whole damn time, I drank like four cans of Sprite, and then I couldn’t miss you coming out—”
He’d been nervously sucking it down the whole test, and Steve thought he might have grabbed more while he waited—and sure enough, he shoved Steve away, as Steve laughed, then leaned back in for one more hard press of lips, and said “Shit, I gotta take a piss, I’ll be right back, don’t fucking move.”
The whole school was quiet in the early evening, as everyone ran home after night classes. Steve waited. When he heard the squeak of Billy’s sneakers echoing in the silent halls, he dug out the awful soda.
“I got this for you,” he said, as Billy ran around the corner, looking around like Steve might be gone. “—but I wanted to ask if I could—let’s go out, somewhere,” Steve said, laughing nervously.
“Jesus, anywhere,” Billy said, laughing as he took the soda, and Steve’s hand. “On a date, right? It’s a date. For real. This time.”
“This time?” Steve asked, leaning in to kiss his smirk, and then again, as Billy’s eyes closed, and he made a contented noise in the back of his throat. Steve snickered, kissing along his stubbly jaw, and then had to kiss his mouth so he’d grin again.
Neither of them wanted to stop, but finally Billy pushed him back, laughing and flushed. “Don’t wanna get arrested for indecent exposure,” he said, smiling, and then looked down at the soda Steve had handed him. He raised his eyebrows. “...dandelions? That’s a new low.”
“You really probably shouldn’t drink it,” Steve laughed, giddy at the feeling of Billy’s hand in his. He leaned in for another kiss, feeling Billy’s root beer-flavored lips part against his, and Billy’s lips curving in a wide, irrepressible smile. “Come on, there’s a bar around the corner. I’ll get you something better.”
Billy stilled for just a second, and then ran alongside him, like the bar was gonna run away. “So we’re dating now, right,” he said, and Steve laughed, grinning over.
“You expect more? You greedy fuck, after I bought you like a shipping crate of soda.”
“You owe me for that soda,” Billy told him, laughing.
When they reached the bar, Steve hauled him to a table.
“What can I get you,” Steve asked him. “Not soda, not if it’s running my debt up.”
Billy’s fingers whitened on his soda tumbler, and he licked his lips. “...don’t think you’re gonna wanna pay?”
“Come on, it’s a date,” Steve told him, laughing, and Billy echoed it, softly, glancing at the menu above the bar.
“...I am bad against peer pressure,” he said, swallowing.
“No pressure,” Steve said quickly, “—just it’s a date, I’ll treat you—”
“Wonder how bad I fucked up the test,” Billy said, laughing. “Where’s today going.”
“What?” Steve asked, feeling like the conversation was getting away from him.
“...double whiskey,” Billy said, with a crooked grin, dropping into his chair. “Go big or go home, right?”
“I didn’t…” Steve paused, thinking of the way Billy’s hand always reached for the tumbler, but he always looked startled and kind pissed off by what was in it. Peer pressure, he thought, grimacing, and remembered how Billy had been excited about a date, but stalled out when Steve suggested a bar. “No, no, I didn’t—they’ve, um, they’ve got...mocktails. Billy. I just—you don’t like soda, maybe—um, iced coffee, or—”
Billy stared at him, his hands tightening further as his shoulders hunched. “Shit,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to drink,” Steve told him, pretty sure his guess was right, and wondering how badly he’d fucked up, this time. “Fuck, I’m sorry, this place was just—close, we can go, uh, what—what if—dinner?!”
“You just—you fucking figured out I’m a fucking alcoholic, and you want dinner?” Billy growled, rubbing his face and groaning.
“I should have asked you where you wanted to go,” Steve admitted, grimacing. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—make you, uh, make you tell me...anything. D’you still want a date?!”
“Yeah, I fucking want a date,” Billy snarled back, and Steve laughed with relief, dragging him back outside by the hand, and leaning in to kiss him around his bared teeth.
“...let’s get you something that’s not soda, though,” Steve whispered against his lips, laughing.
“Fuck, you seriously don’t care?” Billy asked, pulling away to stare into his face. “...I’m a mess. I’m working at a fucking call center. I kept my commuter mug full of whiskey. I had my last drink the morning we met.” Steve listened, running his fingers up the back of Billy’s neck, and into his warm curls, as Billy’s explanation of why they shouldn’t date started to turn into why they should.
“I agreed with my little sister to taper it off last year,” Billy told him, watching his face. “I did, I swear. Started drinking less. It was less,” he said again, like he thought Steve might not believe him. “I was just having one now and then when somebody was around to stop me before I went too far. I’m not—shouldn’t go in bars and order doubles, I just thought—I—” he laughed shakily, and Steve leaned his face in close enough to kiss, but not so close he was cutting Billy off if he had more to say.
Billy leaned into the kiss with a soft whine, and as Steve kept kissing him, he started smiling, and let Steve drag him for bubble tea. He liked it better than soda, Steve was pretty sure, from the look on his face, but they agreed the boba wouldn’t fit through the mouth of the cup.
“Gotta start buying you different drinks,” Steve told him, stroking his chin, and Billy burst out laughing.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, leaning his head on his arm, and grinning up at Steve. “Anything but that.”
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Forced To Confront Feelings: Steve and Billy are enemies with benefits, and in true angst fashion Steve’s touch-starved need to connect to someone ends up on Billy but he doesn’t dare say a word of it. Once he does, he knows Billy will leave and not come back. It comes to a head when Steve is majorly ill one day but is still forced to take the kids to the pool, as Billy picked up an earlier shift. (1/2)
(2/2) He’s in a bad mood and Steve doesn’t wanna make it worse so he does what he’s asked (told), but the heat of the day and his exhausted body meet head to head, and he passes out and falls in the pool. Billy’s gonna have to face up to what he’s been desperately trying to squash when he rescues Steve and sees he’s hit his head and isn’t breathing.
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There’s some smut mentions, but nothing outright
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Billy rolled off of Steve, left him panting and tired, laying in his own cum and sweat.
Billy patted him once on the thigh, getting up to get dressed, to leave.
That’s how it always went. Billy fucked him good and hard, and then left before Steve could even say goodbye.
At it was fine.
It was.
They weren’t together, weren’t even friends, really.
Steve was just being a baby, just being needy and clingy, everything Nancy always said was so bothersome, Steve.
He watched Billy get dressed, biting his tongue every time he wanted to ask Billy to stay, to spend the night and hold him.
But Billy was already stomping down the stairs.
So Steve rolled over and tried to imagine strong arms around his waist.
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He could feel the illness coming for days before it actually hit.
His throat was sore every morning, and his cough was dry, made him hack for days.
He was curled up in bed, had a heating pad on his aching stomach, the trash can close to his bed just in case.
He absolutely fucking longed to have someone there, to have Billy there, bringing him hot soup and pressing a cool wash cloth to his head.
He was running a mild fever when the kids showed up, begged him to bring them to the pool.
He rolled his carcass out of bed, shoving himself into the first swim trunks he could find, the only shirt he saw.
Dustin raised one eyebrow at him when he tromped downstairs, but he didn’t care, just drove the little shits to the pool.
It was fucking hot today, and Steve felt fucking delirious sitting in the heat.
He was in the bathroom, his head pressed against one of the lockers, the cool metal.
“You’re on my locker, dipshit.” He stood up slowly, blinking at Billy.
“Sorry, Bill.” Billy furrowed his brows.
“You look like shit.” Steve smiled wearily at him.
“You gonna take care a’ me?”
“Fuck no, Harrington. Fuckin’, get outta here.” He shoved Steve aside, made him stumble a little.
Steve pouted, still leaned against the lockers.
Billy just shook his head, started changing into his lifeguard uniform. Steve jsut watched him.
Billy looked up at him slowly.
“Harrington, get out. Fuckin’ perv.” Billy shoved him again, made him slam into the lockers. His head spun.
He stumbled out of the locker room, the sun beaming into his eyes, making him dizzy.
He closed his eye, squatting down where he stood, pressing the heels of each hand into his eye sockets.
He took some deep breaths, trying to get the world to stop spinning. When he thought it was safe, he stood back up.
His vision went dark.
Billy was just stepping out of the locker room, unlit cigarette in his mouth when he saw Harrington stand up.
It was almost comical, the way his body just went down, like someone had cut the strings off a marionette.
But then Steve wasn’t surfacing, had sunk right to the bottom.
Billy scrambled to blow his whistle, throwing caution to the wind and sprinting forward, diving into the water.
He grabbed Steve around the middle, swimming up with him.
Billy’s blood was rushing in his ears.
Freddy was there, helped Billy pull Steve out of the pool.
Steve was just laying there.
And then Billy noticed the blood.
A gash on the side of Steve’s head was bleeding, the blood mixing with water, made it look like there was so much.
He tugged off his wet shirt, pressing it to the wound, staunching the blood as best as he could.
And then Billy checked over him.
And Steve wasn’t breathing.
Billy yelled for someone to call an ambulance, vague heard Heather yell back through the blood rushing in his ears.
He tilted Steve’s head back.
Okay, okay. You can do this. Chest compressions. Just like in training.
He tried to be methodical, tried not to think about how it was Steve under his hands.
He breathed into his mouth.
Steve’s lips were chapped, already fucking cold.
He started compressions again.
A crowd had gathered now, Steve’s kids all front row, all of them had a hand on the curly one, he was crying, his hands shaking.
Billy kept pushing on his chest, counting each compression.
One of Steve’s ribs gave way with a crack. The crowd around them gasped.
Billy gave him another few breaths.
He couldn’t think about their last interaction, how he had pushed Steve away. Couldn’t think about the last time he was at Steve’s house, the way Steve had looked at him, so soft and pretty and asked you wanna stay? We can go again. And Billy had laughed at him, called him a pussy.
He gave him more breaths.
And Steve coughed, spluttering.
Billy rolled him onto his side.
He was coughing, water coming out of his mouth.
Billy patted him on the back as everyone fucking clapped. Billy ground his jaw.
Steve was taking shaky breaths now.
The paramedics had arrived, pushing through the pool gates.
They got Steve onto a gurney.
“I, uh, I think I broke a rib during compressions.” Billy was following behind them, Steve’s kids following him like little ducklings.
“That’s okay. Better a broken rib and a breathing person.”
“He just passed out. I think he’s sick.” The loaded Steve up in the ambulance.
His eyes were wide, he looked panicked, staring at Billy, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Can I come with him?” One of the paramedics just nodded, Billy leapt into the ambulance, held Steve’s hand on the way to the hospital.
“You don’t have to stay.” They were in the E.R., waiting for a doctor to come back with the scans of Steve’s chest. They had already stitched up his head.
“Got nothin’ else to do.”
“You just, you don’t gotta take care a’ me.”
Billy dropped his head into his hands.
“Shoudn’ta said all that.”
“It’s fine, Billy. We’re not friends. You don’t owe me shit.”
“Honestly, I think I owe you an apology.” Steve shrugged. “Been treatin’ you like shit for a while now.”
“Look, I had no illusions about what we are to each other.” Billy sat back in his chair, glaring at Steve.
“That’s a lie.”
“No, it’s not. I knew we were nothing more than two people who fuck sometimes.”
“Maybe, but you wanted more.” And Steve’s cheeks went bright fucking red. “I could fucking see it. Just, the way you fuckin’ look at me, man. It was terrifying.” Steve ground his jaw.
“Terrifying?”
“You’re in love with me. Don’t know when, or why, frankly, but you are. And those fuckin’ big eyes a’ yours pretty much show every emotion you feel. So we’re fucking, and I pull outta you, and you give me this look, like you’ve never been happier, like you’re so in love, and Stevie I can’t take that shit.”
Steve’s mouth was hanging open.
“I guess I’ll stop then?” He spoke slowly.
“No, I- shit, I’m not sayin’ any of this right.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I was so scared because I’m not allowed to love you back.”
“But you do?” Steve was still talking all slow. Billy looked at his shoes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh my God, you big baby. You’re allowed to have feelings and emotions.”
“Not in my house.” Steve just stared at him. Billy sighed. “My dad would, would fuckin’ kill me if he found out. And I’m not just being dramatic. He doesn’t take nice to queers.”
“Who says he has to know?” Billy huffed a laugh.
“He always knows. Has ways of findin’ out all sorts a’ shit.”
“We’ve made it this far without him knowing.”
“Yeah, ‘cause he thought I was out fuckin’ every girl in town. He’d rather have a slut for a son than a homo.”
“Tell him you’ve got a girlfriend, then.”
“He’ll wanna meet her.”
“Then get some girl to cover for you. Get Heather or Robin or someone.” Billy chewed on his bottom lip.
“You think one of them would do it?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, Robin hates you on principle, which, sorry about that, but she’d probably do it if you change your ways or something.”
“Yeah? What’s that entail.”
“Don’t give me shit to complain about. She’s my go to when I would be all mopey about you, so if I start bein’ all excited about you, she’d notice.”
“What if she just hates me?”
“Nah. You two would get along great. Her favorite pass time is making fun of me.”
“Okay, but that’s the main pass time of everyone that’s ever met you.
“Hey. Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me now? Now that we’re all in love.” He grinned as Billy flushed.
“Never gonna be nice to you if you rub that shit in my face.”
“Oh please. You broke my fucking rib trying to save my life. Don’t act like you don’t love me.”
“You never thanked me for that shit.”
“Figured I would thank you when I got out of the hospital.” He smiled all coy, biting his bottom lip just a little.
“What you got in mind?”
“Remember like, three weeks ago, when you asked for that thing, and I said over my dead body? Well since I was almost a dead body, figured you could have this one.” Billy’s eyes went wide.
“You’re really gonna let me? Fuck you in you dad’s office?” Billy had stumbled into the room accidentally, kept saying please, Harrington? Just lemme take you on this fuckin’ desk.
“Oh, yeah.”
“That what I get for bein’ your boyfriend, or whatever?” Steve looked down at the thin blanket covering his legs.
“Depends. Are you my boyfriend?
“You want me to be?” Steve nodded, still looking at his lap. “Then, sure. I am.”
And when Steve smiled at him, it was bright as the fucking sun.
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re; wesley
h i s t o r y
meet adrastos wesley sharpe ! so to start, he was born as adrastos zika but his legal name in present day is adrastos wesley sharpe, going exclusively by wes or wesley so no one really knows his first name aside from doctors or the bank. he’s from an ancient race of people that we would call high humans but for him, all he knows is that there’s something different about him. there was no way of knowing if his family was the same as him, but as his life went on, it seemed more & more like it was pure chance he’d ended up the way he did. regardless, he’s been alone since he can remember. whether or not he was given up willingly or if something happened, he really has no idea who his parents were. but for the most part, it never bothered him. he did well enough. he was smart & charming & could talk his way into or out of almost anything. hailing from greece, he grew up as a sort of apprentice to the blacksmith in his village. he was good at it too. he had a talent for the craft & could create designs & small sculptures that his senior was happy to sell along with the usual catalogue of tools. he liked it too, quite a bit actually. but around 17 he decided he wanted to travel, see the world that lay beyond the horizon. so he did.
adrastos became a merchant trader at that point. their ships had mainly been contained to be within the mediterranean, traveling from coast to coast. & eventually they decided to branch out further than their usual trading route. they made their way across the mediterranean, heading through the middle east to a port town in kuwait. it was there that they chartered a large cargo ship that then carried along the coast of the arabian sea, hitting more port towns along the way.
then, they landed in a place they’d picked at random. but in that growing city, his life changed forever — or rather, to forever. he jumped down from the ship & in the midst of taking his bearings he locked eyes with a stranger, a beautiful one at that. for a moment they were both frozen ( at least for adrastos ), he was mystified. it was love at first sight. he managed to break his thoughts long enough to offer a smile, small but genuine & she offered one of her own in return.
it was a few days before they’d meet again. & while the language barrier made it difficult, it was clear she’d fallen for him just as quickly. they made it work. his troupe stayed at that town for a few weeks, but at the end of the stay, adrastos couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. so he left his old life & stayed with her, beginning to build a new life for himself with her — myra.
it’s been a long time since that day, & they’ve spent a lot of lives together. but even if he has to go through the pain of losing her, it’s still that much more time he’s able to spend with her, loving her.
present day he finds himself as a chef & owns his own restaurant. it’s a nice place with great staff & he’s happy. well, as happy as can be while he waits for myra to show up in his life again. he’s got so much to tell her.
i n f l u e n c e s
very loosely inspired by hancock ( 2008 ) but largely is the result of original lore we’ve come up up with on our own. some influence from generic soulmate tropes but nothing too concrete.
l o g i s t i c s / l o r e
figured i’d make this its own section lol. they met in ancient times, thousands of years ago. fated soulmates with a twist. one of them is close to immortal & the other is the same species but is fated to die. in their case, wes is the former & myra the latter.
as such, wes has to watch myra die over & over again, the universe drawing them together where they live happily for a few decades, a few centuries, until myra dies & reincarnates, always with the same face.
they lived the first 20 years of their lives completely normally. maybe they didn’t catch a cold as often as some of their peers or that they were marginally faster/stronger but it was never anything that stood out. it wasn’t until they met that something changed. it was almost as if their genetic code was somehow unlocked.
the two of them belong to a race of beings myself & sofia have thought up & what we’re calling high humans. historically, this race of beings have existed since the beginning of humanity, living among the ancient humans, helping them move along through time. being more advanced than the regular humans, they acted as a sort of guide, assisting them in advancing their technology & techniques to help them through life. almost guiding them through evolution if you will.
so, the human race has evolved to be what we know as homo sapiens, there was still cross species breeding between homo sapiens, neanderthals, denisovans & other unknown species sub archaic sub-species of human. & just like this successful cross species breeding, the high humans began to intermingle with them. as a result, the genetic code of high humans began getting covered by other species & became recessive. whether or not that gene will become the dominant is random, but it’s fate that ties the two as soulmates.
now, what exactly does it mean to be a high human. they look the same, talk the same, act the same as any other human. but their abilities & their senses are strengthened & enhanced. they’re faster, stronger, healthier etc. they heal faster than regular humans, & sickness doesn’t affect them the same way if at all. their bodies are quite simply, built different. aging is also affected.
growing up wes & myra aged normally & blended in normally. as far as they knew, they were normal. then they met in their early 20s & things sort of started to change. then after they met, their enhanced abilities only grew stronger & after a few years, it seemed like they stopped aging. technically, they did age, but it was a long time before they realised because of how slow the process became. the reality was they they had no idea what was going on, or why it was happening really. everyone in their lives were still unaffected. it was so sudden for them & they sort of had to go with it & figure it out as they went along. there was no blueprint to follow, no people to ask for help. still, they had each other & eventually they adjusted to the new normal.
for a century they lived like this. & then myra dies for the first time. wes was mourning of course, he’d lost his first & only love, his soulmate. but part of him assumed that he would go back to how he was before they’d met & that he’d become ‘normal’ again. but it didn’t take long for him to realise that now that his new abilities/aging process was awakened, he was stuck with it. he also realised that after a while, he wasn’t aging at all anymore. but now he was living on his own & didn't really know how to process any of it. for all he knew, he was now stuck with this existence, forever & without myra.
then after some time, myra reincarnated & they met again. they’d been drawn together by the universe just like they had when they were young. myra had no memories of her previous life but after they met, she went back to the same enhanced state as when they met the first time. which meant that wes had to explain, what was happening & their past together. he had to teach her how to adjust to this new life of hers. but the cycle just sort of repeats.
myra ages normally until they meet ( matching wes’ visual age ), then her aging slows down drastically. but on his end, he starts aging again but matches myra’s speed. basically, his life is in a standstill in time until they meet again & he only ages when he’s with her. present day she’s in her mid 30s & visually he looks to be about the same age.
#this got so long my god#still i'm so excited for him and this story#long post#long post //#wes tag tba.
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Some shoes are flowing trumpsters are flowing around the perimeter where the ship was to try to grab the liquidators and they're fighting dans people.
Is a huge event and it's a giant in fight and Trump we give them severely and is constantly chastised for it what a homo our son says. You effing blow and you blew as a boss as Mike benedetto it was such a good job it's so bad you're f****** around with all the time you never get anything done but he had a company we're working to get work done and would she surprises what was you you're always starting another one trying not to finish the other one and screwing around with people has three guys you could have left one on each as you're screwing around trying to figure out what to do instead of just like telling him all the stupid s*** about us being slow and you f****** couldn't stand you they do a lot more about it than he did start figuring it out I said what are we going to do he keeps on lying about us is ruining the company there's only three of us still these Teeny projects we didn't say anything and here's the proof you're coming right at me. I've never seen any of his forces and here's you attacking me and my kids see it too we're going to attack you now and my clones see it. I'd rather have him have clothes than you you're so damned unreasonable we don't have any power at all cuz you shmuck sit down f****** around with them like a little kid. I'm attacking you now he'll see your idiots down there approaching mine so I can send a shot down to warn you.
There's an army attacking Dan's already and it is Trump's Army but he seems more coming and he's going to warn them and he's prepping to do so and it's a big gun that he's going to fire and he has several like 400 and they're huge okay the diameters gigantic there's no guns like this these guys are so big they're fighting a show on Earth we have to fire them and he's prepared he's the blaster and he's going to do it like half hour or 8th power and he says well with power do then we should have a clear huge area and make a whole like a mile deep so he's going to do that and they're approaching you is Aiming and it's been calibrated any fires and the army that was approaching is hit and it is out the whole Army the blaster circumference of impact is about 80 miles in diamond actually diameter and they all are dead it's about 3:00 I'll tell you there's four more groups like that and he's hitting them instead of chips down to assist this man and they wiping out the trumps they'll be gone in minutes. And Trump is sending ships and they're Star blazers no it's commet empire ships. And some ships are wiped out and by the ships and it starts if this is the star Blazer series
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“Fool’s Errand”: Question Time
1. What were your favourite moments?
All of them! Every single page. But I will try to write just some here that hit different.
Chade’s visit;
Fitz unknowingly skilling to both Dutiful and Nettle and them dreaming of him;
Fitz comforting Hap and being pleased at him wanting to find work by himself;
Jinna reading Fitz’s palm;
The amazing reunion of my favourite trio and the entire time in the cottage!!!
FENNEL!!!
Fitz trying to convince Laurel that Nighteyes is a dog and she not buying it;
Fitz calling Beloved a creature of sun and sky and being surprised Laurel picked Lord Golden over him right after that thought (wake up, you homo!)
When Beloved admits he is actually tired of the charade and misses Fitz;
First dinner at the Bresingas where Fitz looks hot af and LG charms everyone;
When Fitz finds LG and Laurel together and tries to convince himself he isn’t jealous;
When LG flirts with Sydell and licks Civil’s hand!!! Plus Fitz’s reactions to the entire thing;
Nighteyes’ stopping Fitz from torturing the piebald and Beloved thanking him and touching Fitz’s face to make sure he is still there;
Fitz encountering Dutiful and admiting he is his son and looks exactly like him;
Dutiful telling about his first love and how Fitz and Beloved react;
Fool and Nighteyes staying behind so Fitz could escape with the prince and them protecting each other against the Piebalds the best they could;
The dream and Nighteyes’ death ;___; the knot in my throat is such a nice feeling (is not);
Dutiful trying to figure out who Fitz really is (Chade and Lady Thyme’s son, of course!) and getting Fitz and Beloved as his first real friends;
Fitz and Beloved being glad to find each other in bed and that the other didn’t spend the night with a woman because no homo;
Fool once again admiting he loves Fitz and Fitz hurting him by going to see Hap (Jinna) and not realizing Fool is being serious, actually.
2. Favourite quotes?
“Your one true love is stitched in and out through your life. Love will return to you. Don’t doubt that.”
“I didn’t lose any wild pigs. Did you?”
“You can be the dead fish. I’ll be the old stick.”
“It doesn’t matter who a man’s father is. Your parents made a child, but it’s up to you to make the man you’ll be.”
“He didn’t tell me to be careful, but it was in his look.”
“The past is no further away than the last breath you took.”
“I opened my mouth, then helplessly spread wide my arms. At the gesture that said all I had no words for, an answering look lit his face. He glowed as if a light had been kindled in him. He did not dismount but flung himself from his horse towards me, a launch aided by Nighteyes’ sudden charge from the woods towards him.”
“What does who call me when?”
“We are whole.”
“And what do you believe?” A slow smile spread over his face. “I believe in you. You are my new beginning.” (no homo)
“Well, if you cannot call me Beloved, then I suppose you should continue to call me Fool. For I am ever the Fool to your Fitz.”
“Care to dance?” “We already do.”
“In the space of a sundown, you show me the wide world from a horse’s back, and the soul of the world within my own walls.”
“Death is always less painful and easier than life! You speak true. And yet we do not, day to day, choose death. Because ultimately, death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice. Death is what you get when there are no choices left to make.”
“Silence can ask all the questions, where the tongue is prone to ask only the wrong one.”
“All cats talk however they want. To whomever they want. But only a rude human speaks out of turn. Be quiet.”
“Little Brother, do not treat me as if I am already dead, or dying. If you see me that way, then I would rather truly be dead. You steal the now of my life away, when you constantly fear that tomorrow will bring my death. Your fears clutch cold at me and snatch all my pleasure in the day's warmth from me.”
“You’ve made me look like an idiot. That wasn’t hard.”
“He looked like a creature of sun and sky.” (no homo)
“Nothing finer than we two has dined in these halls before.”
“Oh, please, beloved. You needn’t be jealous. It was the most brief and chaste kiss you can imagine.”
“Go on without me. The hunt belongs to the swift and keen. ShallI go on without my eyes and nose, then? And without your brain too, alas. Be on your way, little brother, and save your flattery for someone who might believe it.”
“‘Did he say anything while you were bandaging him?’ Lord Golden considered. Then a smile broke through his façade. ‘Ouch?’ the Fool offered.”
“‘I think the Prince might be in danger,’ I admitted. ‘You’re only now concluding that?’“
“He wore my face.”
“‘I’ll see them against the firelight in time to take action.’ ‘What action?’ I shrugged. ‘If there’s a few, we fight. If there’s many, we run.’ ‘Complex strategy. Chade taught you well.’
“’Alone?’ The Fool looked puzzled. A very odd smile twisted his mouth. ‘But he will not be alone. I will be here with him. And,’ he drew himself up, squaring his shoulders, ‘I will die before I allow them to kill him.’ Ah, that would be so much better.”
“I could have driven cattle through the gap in his logic.”
“Wait for you? Not likely. I've always had to run ahead of you and show you the way.” (cue me crying)
“Fitz. You know I love you, don’t you?”
3. Did the reread change your opinion of the book? In what way?
No. This is still one of my absolute favourite books in the series. I did notice a few more things this time though, like how Fitz says “I had been content” at the start of the book, which mirrors the end of this trilogy and means that the AQ ending was only as happy as the FF one (not much). Also, some friends made me notice how wrongly Fitz was treating Dutiful and harming him by pushing him around and such. Yeah, Fitz doesn’t shine that bright here with that and the torture... I also noticed that hunter at the Bresingas was totally interested in Laurel. Oh, I also don’t think this is the happiest Fitz book anymore. But it does have a very good balance between dramatic and comedic moments that I love. Oh, and Fitz had the hots for Laudwine and I only noticed it now. Thank you for reading.
#RotE reread#rote#Realm of the Elderlings#fool's errand#fe reread#I finished this book so early XD#does it show that is my fav trilogy?#I could have quotes the entire book honestly
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Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)
I like both these parts from Like A Tough Guy Would:
Sometimes, though, he starts talking again even before he’s aware that it’s happening.
“Hey Munroe,” he starts, catching a rogue black olive and piling it on a stray piece of sausage so he can eat both together. “Now are we even?”
“Hm?”
“You know…” Reggie glances over, sucking some salt and grease off his fingers. You know how I was a dick to you and never really apologized, probably never really intend to either (at least not in so many words), but then you kept quiet for me, and I bought you food at Pop’s and gave you a ride home, and you let me stay the weekend, and I helped you do yard work, and you gave me football tips, and I ordered us all pizza… “Like, in general.”
Munroe shrugs, which is not the answer Reggie was hoping for, but also one that doesn’t surprise him.
“I haven’t been keeping score,” he says. “But I’m good if you’re good.”
“Yeah,” says Reggie with a slow nod. “I’m good.”
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“NYU? Right,” laughs Marty derisively. “So you can major in Philosophy and Tap Dance? Or-- Lindy, what was that music class you said they had?”
“Music Therapy.”
”Music Therapy.”
“They’ve got a good--”
“Why don’t you just save us the tuition money and drop out of school now? Go down to the Southside and get fitted for a Serpents jacket so you can spend the rest of your life slinging sugar and blowing homos in parking lots to get your next fix. When did you become such a damn sissy, Reggie?”
Reggie says nothing, wrinkling his nose as his dad shakes his head and shovels more food into his mouth.
“And then answer me this, who’s going to run the dealership after I retire, huh? Maybe I should hire that Munroe kid, since clearly he gives a damn. Does that sound good to you?”
Reggie glowers silently, prodding at his food.
“Well? Does it?” Marty whacks the back of Reggie’s head with his palm. “I’m talking to you.”
“Ow-- no!”
God, he hates it here. The amount of times he’s seriously considered getting into his car and just driving until he gets to New York City is not insignificant.
“You know, when I was your age I had these dreams of moving out west and surfing all along the coast,” Marty goes on. “I didn’t have what you have, Reggie. Your problem is that you have it too good-- I didn’t go west, I invested in my future and built that damn dealership from scratch, you hear me? From the ground up. And do you think your grandfather just stroked my hair and gave me handouts? Hell no. This?”
He gestures around the dining room, but what he means is bigger than just this room; what he means is ‘the dealership, this house, this life.’
“This is all thanks to me and your mother.”
Reggie can’t stand this lecture no matter how many times he hears it. His parents are both assimilated to hell and back, especially his dad, but that never stops them from digging their heels into a good lesson on bootstraps whenever they think Reggie isn’t falling into line fast enough to their liking-- like it isn’t enough he’s already basically resigned himself to a lifetime of selling cars for the family business instead of figuring out his future for himself.
Not that he really knows what he’d do instead, though. Reggie has always told himself, and anyone else who would listen, that he is not going to peak in high school, but all the same he hasn’t given much thought to what his life could or should be like after graduation. He always figured college would help clear that up for him, because growing up in Riverdale makes it hard sometimes to imagine ever actually leaving, or growing out of whatever identity high school creates for you.
Who is Reggie Mantle without football, without Riverdale High, without his reputation in this town and the comfort of his family’s money? He doesn’t really know. If he takes over the family business, he doesn’t ever really need to.
“I don’t need an MBA just to sell some old cars,” he mutters, although he knows he won’t change their minds.
“He thinks he doesn’t need business skills to run a business, Lindy,” Marty quips. “A kid whose only A’s have been in gym class since he was in middle school.”
“Reggie, while you’re grounded I expect you to catch up on your music lessons,” Melinda says, looking at him sharply from across the table. “At least an hour per day. Honestly, when is the last time you’ve even touched your violin?”
“Mom, everyone plays violin! Do you know how basic that’s gonna look on my transcripts?” Reggie has to bite back a more inflammatory version of that comment, but then continues with: “I’d rather play guitar.”
“Everybody plays guitar,” Marty says dismissively, sipping his beer. Melinda makes a hum of agreement. Reggie can only imagine she’s thinking something like, ’Fred Andrews played guitar, and now he’s dead. What do you have to say about that, Reggie?’
Death would probably be preferable to this conversation, but Reggie soldiers on.
“Archie said he’d show me how. He could give me lessons,” Reggie says slowly, chewing a mouthful of noodles. “He has this bass he doesn’t use that I could--”
Neither of his parents are listening anymore. Reggie stops talking and just eats in increasingly sullen silence.
“Oh, some good news,” says Marty after about ten more minutes, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “I talked to my insurance this afternoon, convinced them to cover at least a third of the repair cost. Maybe more. The guy I tore into on the phone said his higher ups wouldn’t be in until tomorrow.”
He looks at Reggie, who just flinches and nods.
“We’ll stick to half your allowance and every other weekend at the lot. After school I want you focused on improving your football game.”
“Yes sir.” Reggie resists the urge to roll his eyes. Like he doesn’t want to be doing his best out there? Please.
“Great.” Marty looks satisfied. “Good talk.”
Because 1) I just like working in things that canon should have digged into and finding a way to explore them, or even examine their lack of exploration, in an in-character way that helps paint a better picture of the characters and their dynamics. And 2) I weirdly enjoy fleshing out the Mantle family.
Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.
Yes and no...! I feel like I don’t diverge on my characterization very often, except in whatever minor ways are necessary to serve the differing plots of my stories (e.g. what ship I’m writing, what the character(s) do or don’t still need to work through, etc.) (though I did once receive a very lovely comment about how much my writing had improved between one fic and another), although I definitely have a lot of plot lines I’ve gone in very different directions from what I’d first intended.
WRT Riverdale specifically I just haven’t written enough yet, I think, to have a lot of abandoned ideas of things I’ve actually published in some form, but in the case of When The Morning Comes I’ve already got a lot of competing ideas of how to do certain things, as well as discarded plans. I guess one thing I “abandoned” was a Joaqevin horror fic idea that involved Joaquin being brought back to life, but it’s only abandoned in so much as I decided to just fold it into this fic.
Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?
Sometimes... I get so nervous about this because I’m so easily embarrassed by my old writing, I’m always afraid I’ll look back and notice how poorly written it is or how I went on and on about something that doesn’t actually fit the story. Which is why before I wrote Everybody’s Lonely I went back and edited out portions of Lightning in a Bottle 😭
✍🏽Ask me meta fic questions ✍🏽
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-- A Look Into The Past --
[ Reuploaded for your convenience~ Because tumblr is an ass~ ]
Fandom & Characters: Danganronpa, Ren (DR s/i, Ultimate Empath), [Mentioned/Minor roles] Celestia Ludenberg, Chihiro Fujisaki, Junko Enoshima, Sayaka Maizono, Makoto Naegi, Aoi Asahina, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Yasuhiro Hagakure, various Future Foundation technicians and scientists
TW: Self-Harm & Suicide Mentions/Implications, violence/gore warning, emetophobia, Laboratory/Science stuff, Panic attacks, Runaway, Dissociation, Dysphoria implication, Neglect, Bullying mention, General assholery, Hella angst, Mention of bondage & restraints (mostly as jokes), Deadname drop, general PTSD stuff, Hallucinations, Alcohol mention, Homo & transphobia, NB-Phobia, Manipulation, Gaslighting
AN: Another reuploaded story from my previous account! This one was definitely the most uh. Chaotic in terms of trigger warnings, as you can see. All of these are events following THH, and not long before the events that predate DR2 occur. So keep that in mind. ALSO! At the time this is posted (10/3/2020) - this is the story that precedes the current F/O event going on, hinted at here.
Summary: After the events at Hopes Peak High, each member of the class- over time- are put into a procedure to regain the memories lost over the 2 years. It’s Ren’s turn, and being the last one for various personal reasons- they are nervous. Is it worth it to retrieve memories of the past? Or would they have been better off not knowing at all?…
Fidget. Fidget and broil in thought. Fidget and listen. Listen.
“You understand the conditions in which you'll go under, Mx?” An older man asked them, “The process will take but a few hours, with one of the devices we have on hand.” They didn't know much of this man- save for one thing. He was one of the technical scientists who worked for Future Foundation- something somewhat new to the brunette.
The weeks following their escape from Hopes Peak...from Junko...it was a bit messy. Scooped up by this organization that apparently was the revolution for hope and trying to contain the disease that was despair. Taking days to breathe and recover from the events, only to have to explain themselves alongside their classmates. So, here they were now. One by one, they were all being asked the same thing; Do they want their memories recovered? Do they want to recall the two years lost to them due to Junko’s meddling?...
“Yes, I understand.” Soren mumbles, shyly, wringing their hands into their shirt, “I am ready to proceed.”
Whether they were ready for it or not, they knew they had to know. They had to know what they missed, how they were connected to everyone...what their past was like…
Believe it or not, even their childhood felt fuzzy to them. In a way, them and Kirigiri were connected in that sense. Theirs however was...different.
‘I’m the last one who’s going through this procedure…’ They recalled to themselves as they got up, following the scientist into the laboratory...they felt nervous- and part of them wished Makoto was with them to offer some reassurance.
‘He’s been running himself ragged lately with tasks and plans though, we’ve all been working hard...I let him rest when I got called up.’
They thought back to exactly why they were one of the last people to be brought to this laboratory. Intensive therapy, trying to recover from the events of the Killing School life...sure, it affected everyone quite differently, but for them it almost seemed to bring out the worst in them. Persistent nightmares, paranoia, fainting spells… It didn’t take long for them to be brought to counselling once the others found out- although it was mostly due to Makoto outting his concern for them.
‘They figured it was PTSD, naturally. I knew that, it’s basic psychology... But still…’ From what they explained… ‘It seems like it goes far beyond just Hopes Peak. It just seemed like that whole shitshow might’ve just been a breaking point.’
Sitting down in one of the chairs in the laboratory, they looked to the various technicians who were around. All typing away at computers, ready to begin the process.
“Like I said, this will take a few hours...and given your special circumstance, definitely a bit longer than most to recover. However, we’re also not certain if all your memories will be recovered.” He explained, securing both their legs and arms to the chair with small clasps. Easy enough to break out of given an emergency were to occur, but enough to restrain any potential flailing. They lightly tugged on the restraints, feeling very little give.
“You going to explain the bondage, or am I just gonna have to deduce that on my own accord?” They joked lightly, giving a shaky smile to the older man who shook his head with a sigh, ignoring the younger adult’s antics.
“They’re just in case. We don’t know what memories might surface, and given your previous history...we just want to make sure you don’t injure yourself in any way.”
Looking away, they felt the slight phantom burns along their wrist as they recalled exactly what they all meant. Sure, the scars on their wrist were...older than they recalled...Most of which were faded deep into their skin. All except one, from a more recent relapse episode.
‘Hence the need to keep me safe, I guess,’ They thought to themselves, ‘No one at Future Foundation really treats me like the rest of the class…’
And why would they? Ren was a special case, after all, being hung with a slew of various mental disorders… As the psychologist in charge of them put it; “They walk the line of both hope and despair. They try so desperately to cling to hope, but given their potential history, succumbing to despair might simply be an inevitability.”
That anxious thought caused them to shudder, not quite listening to the scientific rambling of the technician as they secured a device to their head. Deep breaths...one after another. The static in their ears receded, until they heard the technician speak again.
“Did you hear what I said, Soren?”
“Huh? Oh. Oh yeah!” They lied through their teeth, “Let’s just get this over with, yeah…”
The technician headed out of the room, reappearing behind the glass wall that was before them. Taking one last glance around the room, it was circular. It reminded them almost of the trial grounds- but more...high-tech. It was an observation room of sorts, however, shown by the glass and the scientists working away behind it.
‘This is either going to go well…...or really, really poorly.’ They thought to themselves as they took a slow breath.
There was a slight crackle, an intercom. Their heartbeat skipped for a second but they quickly regathered themselves.
‘It’s not him. You’re not there anymore.’ They reminded themselves as a voice came on.
“Okay, we’re going to begin the procedure. Are you ready?”
They tried giving a stiff nod, but finding their head was basically fixed in place, simply hummed.
“Ready.”
“Proceeding then, in Five...Four...Three…”
‘Deep breaths, in and out.’
“Two…”
‘Everythings going to be just fine.’
“One.”
A weird sensation started, right at their temples, only mere moments after the word left the technician’s mouth. Then, a low hum, that made Ren sit a bit straighter with a nervous anxiety and itch at their mind. The hum got louder, louder, louder still…
Until they completely blacked out, altogether.
–☆–
“Ḷ̵̨̜̹̣̖̮̮́ȁ̶̧̼͖̥̰̱̆̈́͂i̴̦̗̪̯̲̻͇̫͑̾̄̆l̸̘̗͕͎̩̈́̄̃͆a̷̡̯͑̑̃̔̈̂̓.̸͓̮̓͂͛̆̏͗̈.̷̗̲̞͙̼̗̈́͗͌̈́͜͠͝.̸̡̛̺̰͓̟̼̙̙̯̀̂̌̓̅͑͜͜?̶͔͍͛̾̊̑̓̇̌̈̅̈́̚͝͝”
A voice. Disconnected. Everything felt heavy, almost familiarly so. The name- it didn’t feel like their own, and it rang with such a chord of familiarity that it felt like a dagger straight through their throat. They suddenly felt so...so sick, but they couldn’t place why...
“Laila?” A bit louder this time, taking a slow breath in and out, they- no, she- looked up.
“Huh?”
She was seated at a desk- one that...she(-they, no wait uh)...she believed was their own. However, the face that greeted her...she couldn’t even figure out who it was.
“Jeez, I can’t believe you fell asleep in class again.” The person said, a cheeky grin on his features. Jet black hair and light brown eyes greeted (him...them, fuck-) her, and she tried putting a name to a face but...she can’t seem to quite remember, “C’mon, slowass, we’ve got practice.”
“Pra...practice?”
Drama practice.
The word clicked into her mind, and almost instantly she sat up further.
“Oh shit- That’s today?!”
“No duh, it’s Tuesday, remember?! Sheesh, you’re so forgetful. Cmon-!”
Before the person- Viktor, the name clicked in her brain almost like it was always there- could finish what she was saying, the brunette had gotten up and run out of the room, into a hallway.
‘Hercules Middle School…’ She thought to herself (Himself? Why was it so difficult?), as she ran down the hallway, ‘I always grew up here...jeez, I just wanna leave from this nightmare of a school already.’
She skidded a bit as they turned, running straight into a wall with a slight thud and a yelp of pain.
“Okay, ow.” She groaned a bit, blinking. He- She had ended up on the floor, head fuzzy slightly as she pulled themselves to their feet.
“Sheesh, dude, you’re so clumsy.” Viktor talked to her, chuckling as she pulled herself to her feet, only to get smacked upside the head, “Watch where you’re walking next time!”
“Eheh...s-sorry.” She stuttered a bit, almost shy.
“Don’t apologize for everything, man, it’s gonna look pathetic on ya,” Viktor assured, causing her to blush a bit and look away.
“R-right.”
She chuckled nervously, not meeting his expression- afraid to express his- her (their?) mild hurt at what he said.
“Lets get going, we’re running late.”
“Okay…”
With that said, Viktor quickly took a hold of her hand, and the two quickly raced off through the winding corridors of the school.
Even so, as they started to step into the gym, he felt a slight buzz in her pocket. Taking out her phone- dated as it was- they checked the message she received from their- His- her childhood best friend...Kayla.
[ (Kay) 2:43 PM: Hey...dude, U should see this shit. Are you with Vik rn? ]
[ (Lai) 2:44 PM: Yea, y? ]
[ (Kay) 2:44 PM: U need to see this. ]
[ [Kayla sent IMG32452 ] ]
Looking at the image, her heart froze. It was a series of texts between her and Viktor, with the former talking about how childish she was. How much of a crybaby she was over the littlest things, sensitive to every little poke at her. How much of a copycat she was. How it was just so easy to be friends with her, to use her...And her eyes teared up. Kayla looked to be at least trying to defend her...these weren’t even from 20 minutes ago…
“Laila? You coming, dude?” His-Her thoughts were interrupted by Viktor, as their head jerked up to look at him. He-- She didn’t know what she felt. Part of her wanted to hit him, part of him wanted to scream at him, part of them wanted to ask if they did something wrong...but...
“I...Uh...I don- I don’t feel good suddenly. T-Tell t-them I’ll be in...in a minute…” She mumbled out, feet slowly staggering back as an arm laced around their stomach. That wasn’t entirely a lie, either, they felt faint…they felt sick...she felt...hurt.
Before Viktor could see them cry...she turned and ran off, tears blurring his-(her-their--) her vision as the squeak of sneakers filling the hallways and their crowded mind.
The colors around them blurred, holding their head in their hands as they trembled in place. Suddenly, they were in the bathroom- though they sensed the day was different than it was mere moments ago. But that wasn’t what was taking up their thoughts. It was staring into the mirror- at the square glasses and overly pudgy baby-face they have. Staring at someone that wasn't her- that isn’t who they are!
‘Fuck, fuck, why do I hate myself so much?!’ (They- She- he-) She asked herself, struggling to breathe. Even being in the girls’ bathroom felt suffocating, but it was all she knew. Sure, she didn’t feel “dysphoria” like Viktor did...but she felt wrong. She felt WRONG. Her arms shook, nails digging into her skin as she hugged herself tightly. She wanted to shave all her hair off- she wanted to rip off her chest- she wanted- she wanted--
‘Agh! I can’t...I can’t breathe-!’ She forced herself to look away from the mirror, thinking about all the times she was addressed as a girl...all the times she felt wrong in an environment where she should feel comfortable. She always considered herself a tomboy- someone who definitely wasn’t on the feminine side of things...but it felt deeper. Her name made her want to puke- this long hair made her want to scream. The floofy, glittery, feminine clothing made her want to cry, scream, do anything. Something. But all she could do was struggle to breathe, struggle to consider what was happening to her.
That wasn’t even going into all the bullying. How she didn’t fit in with anyone in her class- even amongst her friends. She didn’t THINK she was transgender like Viktor was, but she knew something was...wrong with her. Something different. She couldn’t be a girl, either, she couldn’t be. All the torture she went through day to day- with her family, with her friends, with her classmates, with her-fucking-self. She was in a war she felt like she was losing.
‘...Wouldn’t it be great, if I died right here?’ A voice whispered in the back of their head, causing them to freeze up, ‘Taking the razors and digging them deep into your neck-’
“Laila?”
A voice from outside the bathroom quickly shut them out of their intrusive, suicidal thoughts. She recognized that voice- it was the school nurse. She took a deep breath, in and out- but words struggled to escape their throat, save for a soft squeak of a sob.
“Is everything okay?...”
‘...I can’t keep doing this to myself...I-I need to tell her...what’s going on…’ She at least was self-aware enough to know that much. She couldn’t put herself through her own hell anymore...So whether she was ready for whatever would come or not...she rubbed her eyes a bit, slowly stepping back out into the hallway to try and finally reach out- after years of remaining silent.
...Darkness...it kept swallowing them up, almost like a tidal wave. It took a second to recall what was going on. Right. The procedure. Future Foundation. Was...was that a memory then? Were these dreams of memories of their past? How long did they feel like this?!
‘Viktor…’ The name felt bitter on their tongue, and with it a small swell of various emotions came to head. Depression, anguish, betrayal…
‘He talked shit behind my back… we went all the way back to middle school. I trusted him with everything but…’
A voice, Viktor’s, cut through the noise of their head.
“C’mon man, you know I never mean it. Besides, if you weren’t such a damn prick, I wouldn’t need to call you out on your shit all the time.”
“Jeez, you never had gender issues before until I started bringing up that I was trans. What are ya, a copycat?”
“What are you gonna say next, that you’re trans too? Haha! Dude, Nonbinary folk can’t be trans. Besides, you don’t have any physical dysphoria, yeah?”
For years, he manipulated them. Teased them. Backstabbed them.
‘How could I forget about him?...How could I forget about how I was treated growing up by everyone?! Well, I guess I chose to after I came to Japan…’
The sadistic smile came into their mind’s eyes. Those dark brown eyes they admired for so long...it was because of him they became an artist. That they were exposed to who they were, and yet-
A sharp pain echoed through the back of their head, causing them to physically flinch- though it was restricted.
‘That’s right, I was bound to that chair in case something unforeseen happened…’ They reminded themselves, despite still trying to thrash. If their voice would work, they’d likely be crying out in pain.
Still, after another moment, the pain ebbed a bit. They recalled something else. Why that betrayal, that anger...it was so strong…
The blog. The hate. The messages telling them to do something drastic- to kill themselves. The pressure that nearly did cost them their life, had it not been for their escape…
‘...Yet it took me until...some point later...because I know he’s definitely not in my life anymore.’ They told themselves, taking a few breaths to try and ease the picture of the blog from their mind- to stop themselves from seeing red.
They didn’t notice the shuddering they were feeling until a few moments later, but that soon calmed back down.
‘...I do wonder how Kayla is...I didn’t even remember her until now. Did she hurt me too? Did she forget about me when I ran away to Japan…? I don’t know..’ Still, they sighed as Viktor’s laugh cut through their thoughts. Despite themselves, they felt a sense of nostalgia at the sound.
‘Even if he’s a bastard...even though he hurt me in ways that could potentially never heal...I hope he’s doing okay in all of this.’ That little part of them whispered in the space of their subconscious, as memories of their friendship swirled in their mind, ‘I wouldn’t wish despair like this on anyone else…’
It was vague images, ones that felt distant enough that they couldn’t recall in full detail, but they were still there...his house- all the sleepovers. He helped them get their hair cut. He helped them with art. He introduced them to all sorts of new media that, looking back then, they realized was what made them who they were now… A small smile drew out of them. He took them in when they almost couldn’t take their home life anymore, for a short time. Laughing together with Kayla...it felt so distant, but the happiness they felt then...it was still real. It was still real to them, throughout all of that.
Still, that hum, that distinct hum from before that they realized had fallen into the background noise was suddenly at the forefront of their attention once more- growing louder and changing frequency, in a way that made it feel like they were burning. Not with any emotion, but just...burning.
Soon, their thoughts slipped away once more, and with it- the hum died back down once more.
“All readings are going according to plan.” One scientist said to another, “Though we’re picking up distress and hints of pain after turning up the frequency... Is the machine correctly calibrated?”
“It should be as such, unless…” The technician that talked to the brunette earlier pursed his lips in though, before hissing lightly in annoyance through his teeth, “...Unless the subject has an auditory processing issue. Shit- Turn the frequency down a few notches.”
“But sir, if we do so, the memories will most definitely be unable to resurface. Remember, this science isn’t quite perfect yet- we can’t make expenses for the issue.” One female technician spoke up, adjusting her glasses.
“...” The man bit his nail nervously, before sighing and nodding, “Of course. Continue the procedure.”
–☆–
“Where is that piece of shit kid?!” It was dark. There was lightning going on outside. Their heart was racing, “I’m going to rip her to shreds!”
‘It’s just a hallucination, god please just let it be a hallucination,’ They thought to themselves, closing their eyes- trying to shut out the feeling of fear- even if their head was pounding.
“I can’t believe she got another F on a math test- can you believe this?! I work with her constantly on it, and yet it's like she doesn’t even hear me!” The gruff man grumbled, the voice a distinct echo, as the brunette hid their face into their knees. The sounds of screaming, the sounds of banging… the sounds of things being thrown- it made their heart race. But they knew better. These were just their mind playing games on them from the past. Focus. They had to ground themselves, but…
‘I’m so scared, god I’m so damn scared…’ They took a few deep breaths, putting their hands to their ears. Focus.
‘I’m in my room. It’s summer. There’s rain outside and the...smell of... alcohol... is very strong in the air… M-maybe I should open the window.’ Reaching up, they fiddle with the locks in their window for a few moments before flinging it open, letting the smell of nighttime air and rain pattering to the ground slowly drown out the scent of booze that lingered. In moments, the noise in their ears ebbed, and they were able to breathe again. Thankfully. With a bit more focus, the numbness seeped in, and they felt themselves slowly relax. Numbness...it was the only reprieve from the living nightmare of their heart. Controlling it took practice, and being able to shut everything out...it was their only escape. Even if…
‘...Even if it cost someone their life before because of my neglect…’ They thought to themselves, feeling their focus wane and the anxiety starting to ebb back into their vision.
“It’s okay...it’s okay…” They whispered to themselves as they got up, “It’s...It’s not like that anymore. It’s..It’s okay.” They forced themselves to breathe again, focusing again on keeping that numbness deep in- if only to protect themselves from their own pain. They had to get up. They had things to do. They had to keep going.
Their feet felt heavy, slowly gliding across their small room and peering out into the hallway. Silence. Somber, peaceful silence- save for the sounds of the television faintly heard from downstairs. Slowly slipping downstairs, a voice greeted them.
“La- I-I mean, Soren?”
“Y-yeah?” They stuttered out, feigning a smile as they poked their head over to where their father sat on the couch- watching the television screen. He at least tried with them, but still…
“Did you take your medication?”
“I-I’m gonna…” They mumbled sheepishly, their smile flickering a bit.
“Are you okay?”
“.....Y-yeah.” They lied through their teeth- in a manner that was not at all subtle. Part of them wondered if he’d ask, or if he’d just happen to not notice again.
“...Okay.” He smiled, “Don’t forget you start class next week. Hercules High needs you!”
“R-right…”
“And don’t forget you perform for the next few weeks!”
“I-I do? B-but I thought that wasn’t until next week!” Their shock was portrayed in their tone, feeling their heart race. Summer felt like the only time they got to rest, and even then it didn’t feel like it was long enough to deal with the stress they went under.
“They’re starting volleyball season early, and you know the boss needs you.” He shrugged it off, ignoring the clear concern on their features, which fell to simple stress. A few moments of silence drawled on- to which they felt their phone go off in their pocket. They didn’t look at it for a little while, trying to not start crying at even the slightest thought of performing, before finally speaking up once more in a defeated tone.
“...O-Okay. I’ll g-go take my medication, night dad…” “Night sweetie!”
As they tiptoed away though, walking only on the balls of their feet, one thought only crossed their mind.
‘I need to get out of here. I can’t wait to escape any longer. I can’t wait. I can’t deal with the bullying anymore...I can’t take the manipulation anymore...’ A slow inhale, a slow exhale. They had been preparing it for months. Getting a passport, slowly packing things they would need- including funds to transfer from euros into yen…
‘I have to buy that ticket tonight. The last plane out for the next week.’
Their phone buzzed again, which brought them from their thoughts. Slowly, they sighed, taking out their phone.
‘If anyone can calm me down after this nightmare, it’d be my friends-’ They thought to themselves, until seeing the ID.
[ (Stepmom) 11:34 PM: Have you helped your dad out with his account yet? You have to take care of him you know, he can’t take care of himself. ]
Their blood boiled a bit, and despite themselves they quickly texted back.
[ (Ren) 11:35 PM: ...I’m 16, I shouldn’t have to take care of my own parents. Also, it depends- do you still have my binder hidden away somewhere? ]
[ (Stepmom) 11:37 PM: Your what? ]
[ (Ren) 11:37 PM: You know what it is, because I haven’t seen it since I put it in the wash a month ago. ]
For several minutes, as Ren went about the kitchen preparing their medication, they watched her type, the ‘(...)’ making them nervous as they tapped their fingers along their side. But, eventually…
[ (Stepmom) 11:41 PM: Oh, that. It’s going to hurt you if you wear it, it’s too tight. Honestly, I don’t know why you wear something that physically hurts you, so I threw it out. ]
[ (Ren) 11:41 PM: . . . You what. ]
It took everything in them to not throw their phone at the wall in anger. They saved up for months for that! They just wanted to present as themselves! It wasn’t even that tight compared to other, less safer binders! It fit fine!
[ (Stepmom) 11:43 PM: This is for your own good, darling. After all, you wouldn’t want your chest to start sagging, would you? ]
[ (Ren) 11:44 PM: I told you it fit fine. I told you not to mess with it, and how to properly wash it, and you decide to throw it out? The thing I bought with my own money? ]
[ (Stepmom) 11:45 PM: I told you, it’s for your own good. Besides, this phase of yours with being ‘transgender’ will pass in time. ]
Slow breath, in and out. Their grip on their phone tightened before turning it off altogether, taking very intentional slow breaths so they didn’t outright explode into a fit of anger in the middle of the kitchen.
‘She never fucking understands! I explained it to her so many times, I’ve told her this wasn’t just a phase, I begged her to use my name and let me just exist- but she just...can’t! And my dad never does anything! They’ll never do anything!! I just...I wanna be myself. I can’t take it anymore!’
As they gathered their medication, which rested in the kitchen, along with a bottle of water, they looked to their father’s wallet- which rested on the counter. They just needed to pay for the plane ticket... Slowly, they crept over, thinking to themselves, ‘...Am I doing this?’
Their grip shakes for a moment, trembling with anxiety- anger, sadness...every emotion at once swirling inside like a broiling soup, ready to boil over...They took a photo of the credit card- front to back, and slipped it back into his wallet.
‘...I have no choice.’
In one blink, they were upstairs. The next, purchasing the next plane ticket out of there. The next, slipping out of their room and onto the lower roof of their 2 floored house. The next, running down the street and down to the bus stop. The next, in an airport. And the next...they were gone. Over the course of the next...several hours...All of this occurred within the next day or so, even if everything felt like a blur. There was anxiety flooding through their veins, slowly breathing in and out. Looking down while seated in the plane, they noted the transfer papers in their lap. A normal, public high school. They did it. They got out. They were free of everything. Of a shitty, unsupportive home life… of friends who only used them for the money they had, and talked shit behind their back...of the work that dragged them rugged...they were free.
They were finally, finally....free.
....And slowly, just like that, the awareness came back. The feeling of their hands, their legs, and the emotions that came from those memories.
‘That’s right...I ran away from home to transfer to a normal life...I got a part time job, cut off everyone I knew in the past...and left. It wasn’t even just that my family was...abusive… Or at least at that point, But they were…. Neglectful. Emotionally and mentally neglectful... My father...he didn’t acknowledge how poorly he raised me, forced me to work on my singing abilities even when sick or mentally unwell… put so much pressure on my schoolwork that chores and life-skills took a back seat. My stepmother was transphobic, homophobic...and my mother…’
Their thoughts trailed off for a short moment...before the realization cut their heart in two.
‘I haven’t heard from her since I was 7.’
A crippling feeling of loneliness flooded their thoughts, and they swore they felt warmth trailing down their cheek. They swore they felt this before...they knew this feeling of loneliness, and it felt suffocating. It felt like only until recently...they had never known what it felt like to truly belong somewhere… Shit- they were definitely crying, they felt tears falling off their cheek with what awareness they had of their surroundings, despite their eyes being closed. They tried to reach up, to wipe it off, but they once again felt the tight leather restraints keeping them still.
“Hey, Deep breaths.” A voice cut through the pain. The technician, “How are you feeling right now?”
Their eyes fluttered a bit, and eventually...opened. Their body felt heavy. It took a moment or two to piece together how their tongue worked again, but then they eventually mumbled between nervous clicks of their tongue.
“Shitty, thanks,” They sarcastically muttered, “I’m doing as well as I can be. How long has it been?”
“4 hours.” The technician spoke up, “Do you recollect anything from Hopes Peak yet, Ren?”
“...No.” They took a second to gather their thoughts, slowly shaking their head as slightly as they could to try and clear the feeling of static and prickles that surrounded their headspace, “Just...my childhood.”
“Right. Well, we’re about halfway done. If we tried going past 8 hours...well, we don’t know what sort’ve effect it might have on you.”
The intercom spoke, as they nodded, taking another breath. They had stopped crying by now.
“How does this equipment work again?” They were a bit curious now, and it's not like they were really paying attention earlier when he probably was explaining it to them. The sigh he gave confirmed this suspicion, and while quietly smothering the instant guilt in their stomach that came with feeling like a burden for making him repeat himself, he spoke.
“It basically delivers electromagnetic waves through your ears and to your brain, and depending on the frequency we put through these waves, it will help drudge up any forgotten memories...That is to say, it is impossible to ‘steal’ memories persay- but with the right technology, repressing them very deeply into your mind is very possible. It takes very miniscule, very specific triggers to drudge them back to the surface. That’s what the humming is- the electromagnetic waves,” He explained, “However, we cannot select what you do and don’t remember...and given you have ADHD, what you do recall can vary greatly. You still might not remember as much as most of your classmates, hence why yours is taking that much longer compared to your peers.”
“ADHD...of course this is the first I’m hearing of it,” They noted, spite in their tone, “Gotta have a word with that shrink later.” Even if, thinking of it then, ADHD clicked perfectly with how they acted and their personality.
“Soren, please do not nearly break the arm of another psychologist.”
The technician’s exasperation was heard in his tone, watching the brunette’s dark eyes blink up towards where he was sitting in the window. He was holding what, they could only imagine, was yet another coffee. A small stack sat on the desk next to him.
“Nah, I won’t…” They responded, hiding a hint of a chuckle at his tone...They were about to ask another question before quickly giving the slightest shake of their head to brush it off, “Anyway, let’s keep going, yeah?”
“Right. Ready to go back under? Now, I won’t be able to speak to you again until after the procedure ends. While you’re under, you’re technically unconscious, but after each memory ends- you’re briefly brought back to a slight sense of consciousness to give your head a break. Understand?”
“Gotcha, doc.” Their tone was thick with drowsiness, the slight irish drawl slipping between pursed lips. They were sleepy already… What time was it?
“Right...Good luck, Mx.”
The hum started back up as he spoke, growing louder until his voice was drowned out altogether. One breath in...One breath out...And their head went slack once more as they fell unconscious.
–☆–
How is it someone like them got accepted here again?
They honestly had no clue. Extensive testing, sure, they were a decent learner...but their emotional capabilities were apparently one to behold. Sure, they knew they helped a student down and away from suicide, but honestly? Anyone could really do that. Either way, after further examination, they were the designated ‘Ultimate Empath’...Jeez, what the HELL were they doing here?
‘But I mean...if those rumors I heard are true, I’ll be set for life,’ They thought to themselves, shyly posted up in the main hall- watching slowly students trickle in of all ages, ‘And I don’t want to work a part-time job for the rest of my life.’
Some were talking amongst themselves, others kept to themselves but...they were amongst the latter, arms nervously crossed over their torso. Amongst orientation, they would be introduced to the classes specifically picked for each individual student, and fitted into proper ‘Hopes Peak’ uniforms….you know, the same ones no one seemed to really wear- if the appearance of some upperclassmen were any indication.
But they, personally? They didn’t want to make themselves too known within the class. After all, they knew there were missing posters for their deadname so if they weren’t careful…
‘I can’t go back home. I can’t. But also...do I really belong here?’
Looking around, the energy of everyone seemed so...so different...compared to them. So much stronger, mentally and physically. Confident. Cheerful. Perfect.
‘...Maybe I shouldn't be here.’ Their thoughts started walking away with them as they slowly started backing over towards the door…
Only to run into someone- causing both of them to start to stumble.
“Eep-!”
“Whoa!”
They felt the person behind them, though, trip, and suddenly, they were on the floor, on top of this poor unfortunate soul. A few moments of silence pass, a few classmates piping in, asking if they were both okay, before Ren slowly sat up, rubbing their head… only to realize they probably nearly crushed the person below them, and jumping up to their feet.
“Oh my gods, I'm so sorry!” Their voice came out as a shrill squeak, slightly muffled as their hands clasped over their mouth in anxious surprise.
“Ah, jeez-” The boy in question they watched as he rubbed the back of his head, “I-it’s alright, really… Should’ve watched what was in front of me.” He laughed softly, and they looked away.
They wouldn’t lie...he was pretty cute.
“D-did you just walk in? I-I mean, it’s normal not to notice me...I’m pretty short.” They asked and explained themselves, fiddling with their fingers.
“Yeah, I did...and believe me-” He got up himself, standing not much taller than the brunette in question, probably around 5’2”-5’3” or so compared to their 4’10”, “I’m...Not much better in terms of height.”
There was a bewildered silence for a few moments, before the two in question bursted into a small fit of laughter, doubled over in their fit of snickers. As a result, they relaxed a bit, calming down around this boy.
“I’m guessing you’re also in my class then?” They asked, wiping away a small tear from their eye.
“Yeah, actually. What’s your name?” Olive eyes met their own, and they tried everything in their being to keep from squeaking shyly at the eye contact.
“N-Name’s Soren. U-Ultimate Empath. And you?” They offered a hand to him, despite themselves. The boy in question chuckled, taking their hand in his own and giving a soft squeeze as he shook their hand.
“Makoto Naegi...I-I’m the Ultimate Lucky Student, apparently.” He spoke, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Ren tilted their head, curious.
“Luck student? How the hell do you measure luck…?” They asked, obliviously. Makoto sighed, looking a bit downcast, and they could practically see the insecurity written in his body language and face.
“It’s a long story...But honestly, it’s...kinda ridiculous.” He mumbled, “Not sure if someone like you would wanna hear about it.”
“No, no.” They quickly shook their head, not retracting their hand and instead putting their other hand on his, leaning a bit closer with intrigue written on their features, “I wanna know… If you’re comfortable talking about it, of course. I mean…” They tilted their head, “It’s weird feeling different from the other Ultimates, huh?”
His eyes widened, caught off guard, “How did you…” They grinned a bit, a soft smile, “Empath, remember? I can sense your distress about being here...I can sense your nerves. You don’t...feel like you belong, do you?” They asked.
Makoto blinked for a few moments, eyes searching theirs for any sign of joking, before sighing and relaxing a bit. Right.
“Spot on, I guess. Alright, alright, I’ll spill. But you best not tell anyone else, okay?” Makoto put a finger to his lips, a curl of a joking smirk on their face. At that moment, they noticed the faint sprinkling of freckles across his face, the slight dimples in his features when he grinned...Their heart jumped a bit, and they laughed.
“I won’t tell a soul.”
In one blink, there they were talking to Makoto, and in the next…
“Ren?” Looking over, they found themselves in a different environment. They were seated outside, underneath a tree, with a few other girls around them. If memory serves right…
‘This is Chihiro, Celestia, and Asahina.’ Their memory clicked perfectly back together.
“Hey!” It was Hina talking, “Dude, are you okay? You were spacing out pretty hard there.”
Ren blinked a bit, before shyly chuckling and looking away, “Ah, yeah, I’m okay. That just...tends to happen.”
Hina blinks a bit before shaking her head, “Well, yeah, clearly. You should really get that checked out you know! If you can’t even focus on food, how will you be able to focus in class?! I mean, midterm exams are coming up soon you know.”
“...A Lot of studying.” They chuckled nervously, biting their nails, “Still, I just have a lot on my mind lately, I guess.”
“A- A-lot on your mind?” Chihiro spoke up, blinking and leaning a bit closer towards Ren, “D-does it have to do w-with studying?” “...No, I wouldn’t say that…” They mumbled, shyly, looking down at their food and taking a shy bite.
‘How can I tell them everything that goes on in my head? How can I tell them that it's a fight everyday to survive? How can I explain...that something’s wrong with me?’
Simply put, they couldn’t. They managed a small smile and chuckled.
“Just thinking of boys, I guess.” They quickly averted the actual subject- unknowing of them setting themselves up for disaster.
“Oooh?” Asahina got a mischievous grin on her face, “Any particular boys?”
Their face flushed...it was no secret to any of them that they, simply put, were a bit smitten.
“Noooooo….?” They lied through their teeth, even if their goofy grin gave them away.
“Not even a particular luckster?” Celeste leaned in a bit, joining in on the teasing with her own little devilish grin, giggling quietly as the brunette interrogated squeaked shyly and hid their face in their hands, the image of the Ultimate in question immediately flooding their thoughts.
“Nooo!!!” They tried to protest, shaking their head rapidly. The group of girls giggled, Chihiro wrapping an arm around the brunette’s neck in an attempt to reassure them.
“You’re going to have to ask him out eventually, you know, before Sayaka beats you to it.” Asahina said with a cheeky grin. Their smile faltered slightly.
“No, no. I shouldn’t meddle...I’d feel bad.”
“Even if he clearly has no romantic interest in her?” Celeste spoke up, red eyes widening a bit, “That is to say, I’ve only seen him so starstruck around you particularly, my dear.”
Ren’s face flushed even brighter, biting their lip shyly, “Noo, he definitely wouldn’t want someone like me…” Their self consciousness was starting to show, “I mean, I’m just a nosy empath with gender issues. Sayaka is...a literal popstar.”
“And? Popstar or no, you still have something special about you that Naegi senses! Cmon, Ren, be a bit more confident in yourself!” Hina rebutted, determination glittering in her bright blue eyes before giggling and shoving a baked treat into her mouth.
“I-I’m plenty confident in myself!” ‘I...I think.’ They left that last bit out, looking away to bite their lip in uncertainty.
The rest of the girls shared a mutual doubtful, somewhat concerned look, before shaking their heads.
“Tell us that when you manage to ask Naegi out yourself, dear.” Celeste concluded, delicately eating at some sparse vegetables she had served herself, smiling sweetly towards her.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They huffed, blushing with a slight pout as they idly drank at the sugary drink that sat next to them. It tasted sweet, and reminded them of peaches… Peach soda. Huh.
Still, looking over to the tree next to them, they spotted Makoto amongst some of the guys- laughing alongside Ishimaru, Sayaka, Kyoko, and Yasuhiro...and found their heart sinking a bit in their chest.
‘He’d...never fall for someone like me. It’s not like I’m extraordinary or anything… I’m not like the rest of the Ultimates here.’ They thought to themselves, feeling their mood start to shift. However, the next moment, his eyes met theirs and he smiled, offering a shy wave- and they felt their heart start to race all over again.
‘...Still. I’ll...I’ll stay hopeful for it. It never hurts to dream, right?’
Slowly, the memory faded into nothing once more, and while they didn’t open their eyes again, they felt the sense of their surroundings return once again.
‘Hopes Peak Academy...I never expected I’d get in, especially while I was a runaway...but when I did, it changed my life. For the first time I had friends. I had people I cared about...but at the time, I was so wrapped up in my own trauma, in my own depression...I just didn’t notice. I thought I was alone..’ They thought to themselves, a curl of a small smile on their features, ‘...And my love for Makoto...it goes even beyond the Killing School Life...Gods, Hina isn’t going to let me live THAT down anytime soon if she remembers that.’
Still...there was something about knowing their classmates...truly KNOWING their classmates now, compared to back then...that hurt their heart even more.
‘...They all deserved so much better… None of them deserved to die. None of them deserved to be murdered...none of them deserved to suffer the way we all did. I hope they’re doing okay in the everafter…’
Still, as sweet as the memory was, they had to continue. They had to keep going down memory lane. And, it seemed everyone else agreed, as the electromagnetic humming started once again, filling their head with noise. This one felt more abrupt, more sharp, and suddenly they were groaning in pain a bit. Whatever was going on, it hurt...it actually really, really hurt-
“I-Is...is everything...okay??” They managed to open an eye slightly… Only to notice the panic in the technician’s faces. Was something going wrong??? Why did this hurt so badly and all of a sudden- it felt like their head might burst from the pain that came from the sound.
...They had little time to ask, as within the next moment the world spun back into oblivion once again.
–☆–
“Soooooreeeen~!”
A cheerful voice brought them to their senses, a thin thumb running over their cheek and wiping a tear from their eyes.
“Hey, are you listening to yourself?” Junko. One of Ren’s newer friends- though she’s been the most honest to them about everything going on.
“I-I ah….s-sorry. I guess I was rambling again, huh?” They looked over to her. They were sitting in an abandoned classroom, the blonde in question was sitting on one of the desks, looking down at them through empty, crystalline eyes.
“Yeah, you were totally out of it.” She chuckled, a smirk on her face, “I can’t believe how heartbroken you look, but honestly? It’s really cute.”
“Oh shutup-” They blushed a bit, looking away, “I-It’s...it’s nothing.”
“Oh really? Even though Makoto is going on what’s totally a date with Sayaka?” Junko leaned into their face, “It’s okay to feel that, y’know? It’s totally okay to let those feelings manifest into something quite...gorgeous. Wouldn’t you agree? It’s like you said, right?” “...There's beauty in everything. Even the worst bits of life…Even in the pain.” They repeated, another tear falling down their cheek.
“There we go… It’s really sad, how you’re literally the side character to your own life, you know? How often Asahina and the others just go off on their own without you?...Well, at least I’m here, you know?” Junko grinned a bit as they nodded, slowly.
“Yeah…”
“Junko...We do have a plan to discuss, you know…” A voice caught both of their attention, and looking towards the corner of the room, Mukuro Ikusaba. A sweet girl with dark black hair and another array of freckles. If they weren’t so bent out of shape with Makoto, honestly Mukuro was also very cute…
“Oh shutup!” Junko’s high pitch voice cut through their gay thoughts, quickly looking back to the blonde, “Anyway, let’s go over the plan I came up with! Alright?”
“Okay…” Mukuro nodded quietly, submitting to her sister’s behavior once again with a passive smile. This seemed to be quite the pattern with these two, and Ren wondered if all siblings acted like this...
“So, I heard some super super secret news about how this whole...event that happened at the school is only going to get worse,” Junko explained, “But with the rest of the outside world. We’re pretty sure that the school will lock up a bunch of us in here, and we want to make things that much more fun for everyone.”
“...Okay…?” Ren raised an eyebrow, concerned.
“We want you to be the one to get back at them.”
“Huh?”
“You know!! Beat up everyone who keeps abandoning you! Your so called ‘friends’ and your ‘crush’ who abandon you when you need them the most? The ones who clearly couldn’t care less about you? Don’t you want to get back at them?” Junko leaned in towards Ren, who bit their lip, shaking their head.
“N-No...No of course not...I-I mean, they have lives of their own, they shouldn’t have to pay all their attention to me all the time…”
“Even when they clearly forget about you all the time? When you almost killed yourself at the end of last year?” Junko’s eyes stared into Ren’s soul, and they felt...almost violated by the eye contact.
“...E-even so...I-I wouldn’t hurt them…”
“So what are you gonna do? Turn tail and run back to Ireland? Back to your family?” They still don’t know HOW Junko found out about their past- as far as everyone else knew, they were just an Ireland transfer student.
“...N-No, of course not.”
“So, you’ll stay. And play our game.” Junko smiled, “Okay?”
“I…”
“I wouldn’t want something...devastating happening to your dear Naegi, would you?” Junko’s grin turned almost sadistic as she spoke, harshly grabbing their face, “So, you’ll play our game, right?”
Their heart stopped...if Makoto was going to put in danger.......no, they’d do anything in their power to make sure that happened, even if- for the time being- they had to play along.
“...Yes...yes of course.” They mumbled, cheeks squished.
“Good! Besides, it’s not like you’re killin’ em or anything! Not unless you wanna, then of course I’ve got your back on that!” Junko chuckled a bit, letting go of their face, watching as they rubbed their cheeks.
“I-I’d...I’d never kill anyone…”
“Oh dear, we’ll see.”
Junko got up from her seat, slowly approaching Ren and cornering them in their chair.
“J-Junko?...” Their eyes widened, “What are you doing?”
“Hmm...I just want to show you something. Is that okay?” The blonde grinned, tilting their chin up, “After that, we can further discuss this prank of ours.”
“...N-Noo…?” They had a bad feeling about it, but Junko didn’t seem to listen. They quickly got up to leave, they suddenly didn’t feel safe in the room alone with her- but they felt their arm yanked back, and pinned back into the next desk.
“J-Junko-!”
The blondes bright eyes appeared in their vision next, her grin a bit sharper than it probably should be.
“Mukuro, hold them down, I want to watch how they react to this video…”
...Something happened during that day. Something that...even to their mind's eye, was fuzzy. They remembered that they started crying again at one point, they remember they felt violated- but they didn’t know why. They don’t remember what happened. They don’t remember how they felt after- or if they even felt anything...But all they could recall after was a faint whisper of a voice, menacing yet dripping with faux sweetness.
“You’ll make them all pay for what they did to you, right?”
“Yes, Junko.”
…
“Junko?”
“Ohmygod- Yeeees?”
“...Let my memory get erased too. I promise I’ll still follow up on my deal. I...I’ll still have my anger, I’ll still have that aggression. I promise. Just...wipe my memory alongside everyone else. So I don’t spill our little secret. Okay?”
“....Fine.”
–☆–
In that brief moment, they suddenly jolted upright- body trembling and a pained gasp leaving their lungs. They- they couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, and everything suddenly felt so loud-
The primary technician who ran the whole ordeal ran inside, quickly detaching the device and kneeling down in front of Ren.
“Soren?! Hey, can you hear me?!” No. No they couldn’t. All they could think about was how sick they felt, how suddenly suicidal they felt. Were they drowning? Why couldn’t they breathe?!
‘I agreed to hurt people for Junko...S-she manipulated me...she hurt me...to get me to play her game. To keep me from leaving before shit hit the fan...Fuck. Fuck, if I followed through on any of her ideas…To think I agreed to HER game- God I’m a fucking idiot!’ Their thoughts were running at a thousand miles an hour, struggling to breathe. Their hands were tugging desperately on their restraints, unsure if they wanted to hold their throat in attempts to try and breathe again, or if they wanted to claw at their arms until they bled.
They shook their head violently, and in the next moment- with little warning aside from their stomach doing a complete 180- doubled over in their chair and threw up right into their lap. The technician, alarmed, quickly rang up their psychologist who was a few floors down, to provide assistance.
Everything in their vision swam. They conspired with Junko to hurt people. They conspired with Junko...they...they enabled the Killing Game before it even started.
They puked again. They felt like they might throw up their lungs next, at this rate.
Why were they alive? Why did they have to be the one alive?! They kept making one mistake after another- and this just proved it! This just proved how fucked up they were. How dangerous they were to others.
“Ren- Ren, tell me what you saw!” The technician grabbed their shoulders, trying to get them to focus. Their trashing just got worse. “No! No- No let go of me! Let go of me! I- I can’t breathe- oh my god what did I do!?” Their voice was hoarse from the acidic bile in their throat, struggling not to get sick even more.
“What did you see?! What did you recall?!” The technician kept trying to talk to them, which only resulted in overwhelming them all the more. The last thing they can completely remember after abruptly waking up from their memory revitalization- was screaming at the top of their lungs. They just wanted to die- they didn’t deserve to live for working with Junko- for working with despair. Frankly, they wished they had died instead of recalling anything at all.
They…frankly don’t remember the next hour or so. They remember faces, eyes, voices speaking to them...a needle being put into their arm…
And soon, they calmed down a bit, feeling sluggish and heavy. Everything felt a bit fuzzy at the edges of their mind as the screaming- both physically and mentally- all but stopped.
‘Sedatives,’ The thought connected briefly, before the word escaped them altogether in the cloud of drugs. Their psychologist helped them to their feet-- when did they get onto the floor of the laboratory?-- and out of the lab.
Being barely supported under their arm, they basically dragged their feet back to their shared apartment room within their sector’s building with Makoto. Their psychologist stuck by their side until they were able to walk easier, before heading off to schedule a few more appointments in the very near tomorrow. They had a feeling they’d be busy tomorrow, if they even had the energy to get up.
They remember looking at the time...But they don’t remember what it was. Late, they figured. They stumbled inside, nearly falling on their face as they held their head, still trying to wrap their mind around everything they remembered.
The slight shifting from one of the rooms in the apartment got their attention though, and within another blink Makoto was at their side- helping them stand up a bit and trying to help them into bed. His mouth moved, and they acknowledged that he was saying something to them...but it took a few moments before anything he said actually was heard by them. When they were, they looked up a bit more at him, to which he sighed.
“What happened?” He asked them, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Their eyes watered a bit, mumbling a quiet, ‘I’m so so sorry...I’m… I failed everyone here…’
“Failed? Ren?” He sat them down, clasping their hand, “You had the memory recovery procedure today right? What happened?”
“...I-I can’t...I can’t tell you.” They mumbled, eyes squeezed shut, “You’d hate me. Everyone would...I-I can’t… I can’t take it…” They shook their head, breathing starting to go shallow again as Makoto quickly waved his hands in mild panic.
“Hey, hey, calm down, calm down! It’s going to be okay. Y-you don’t need to talk about it right now, okay? Everything’s okay.” He reassured them, concerned and slightly panicked, “I could never hate you, Ren…” “...” They wanted to scream, they wanted to explain everything to those eyes, they wanted to prove him wrong. They wanted to prove that they should be hated, especially after what they’ve done...but they just felt too tired. They felt too scared...they felt too insecure to admit to it.
“Just rest for now, okay? I’ll bring you some water, and..” He noticed how stained their clothes were, and his nervous smile faltered, “And a change of clothes, apparently, yikes… Do you need anything else?”
“...Medication…” They mumbled quietly, tossing off their shirt and pants without much mind to it, “Please…”
“...Right, okay.” He faltered a bit and quickly looked away from their frame, getting back to his feet, “You rest up for a bit, and I’ll...I’ll get what you need, okay?”
“Okay…” “I love you…” ‘You wouldn’t if you knew what I did…’
Laying down, they felt their eyes flutter as the sedatives further kicked in, feeling their consciousness start to slip…
“I love you too.”
#[ Storytime! ]#[ Ren's S/I ]#danganronpa#self harm tw//#suicide tw//#violence tw//#gore tw//#emetophobia tw//#experimentation tw//#panic attack tw//#runaway tw//#dissociation tw//#dysphoria tw//#neglect tw//#bullying tw//#citrus imp tw//#citrus imp//#deadname tw//#ptsd tw//#hallucinations tw//#alcohol ment//#homphobia tw//#transphobia tw//#nonbinaryphobia tw//#manipulation tw//#gaslighting tw//#One giant list of tw's later-#The biggest reason I havent reposted 90% of these yet is all the format editing I gotta fucking do LMAO#My crime for using google doc >:p#But I also don't wanna use Ao3 or Fanfic.net or watpad or anything. >:v
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Name: Valerie Jay Grayson - ‘Owlet’
Nickname: Val, Little V, Mini Grayson, Grayson Girl, Bird Girl, Magic Bird, Flying Grayson, Valer, Vale, Baby Owl
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 4
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Ethnicity/Species: Romanian/Romani/Caucasian ‘British’/Italian/Irish - Homo Magi/Human
Personality: Hyper, Fun Loving, Adorable, Resourceful, Loyal, Sassy, Impulsive, Emphatic, Eager, Clever, Understanding, Humorous, Hardworking, Lovable, Protective, Generous, Youthful, High-spirited, Alert, Stubborn, Somewhat Childish, Mostly Secretive
Hobbies: Animals, Training, Acrobatics, Learning Magic/Magic Tricks, Making sure everyone around her is happy (Or decent at least), Singing/Music (Knows guitar and piano from her father, but learnt saxophone at school for fun.)
Future Aspirations: She’s not exactly sure where the hero business will lead her, for now being fine remaining as Nightwing’s partner. However, she does wish to become a performer in her civilian identity, whether through her talent with music or acrobats, maybe even both. She also has this strange, but strong, desire to learn more about the Homo Magi race, her Grandmother and their homeworld.
Family:
Dick Grayson - (Father/Mentor - Very much a daddy’s girl, she exhibits many of his traits and qualities. She has been her father’s partner in crime since she was ten, roaming Bludhaven and training under Nightwing. She is very thankful that her father also treats her with respect, hardly ever hiding secrets that could affect her. She does what she can to impress him, looking up to him since she was little.)
Zatanna Zatara - (Mother - While she is a daddy’s girl, she will always love her mother. She learnt many of her spells and magical tricks from her, and will often confide in her mother whenever she has outbursts in powers or they react dangerously. She’ll often appear in Zatanna’s shows as her little assistant)
Bruno - (Pet Dog ‘Husky’ - Big fluffy guardian her father adopted behind Zatanna’s back. Bruno will almost always be by Valerie’s side when she’s around and is always a teddy she can cuddle with when she is unhappy.)
Maya - (Pet Cat ‘Mixed’ - A cat Uncle Damian gifted the family when Valerie was young. She was the pet that taught Valerie how to be patient and respect animals at a young age, as Maya was a shy kitten and now slightly vulnerable in her old age.)
Crumpet - (Pet Hedgehog - Her prickly little bean, that is all.)
Jason Todd - (Adopted Uncle-In-Law - Being the one to help deliver Valerie at birth after some...mishaps, her middle name is in honour to him. She has given him the ‘Fun Uncle’ title and she can get away with a lot of things around him. He did have a habit of giving her his version of the ‘Birds and Bees’ talk here and there as a young child, which angered Dick to no ends.)
Koriand’r - (Adopted Aunt-In-Law - Fun loving Aunt who adores any niece and nephew, Valerie being no exception. Kori will happily take Val flying, as the girl has a need for heights like her father.)
Miro Todd - (Adopted Cousin - Being one of the only other Bat Members to join the new Young Justice team, Valerie spends a lot of time with Miro and works well with him in battle, always supporting him in fights. Outside of that, she’ll always be up to hang out with him and Molly)
Molly Todd - (Adopted ‘Cousin’ - Despite being Kori’s niece and not child between her and Jason, Valerie will always openly see Molly as true family. Before Blair, Molly was the only other girl on the team and other only Bat Member too, so the pair would have plenty of sleepovers that they knew the guys couldn’t handle.)
Blair Wilson - (Adopted Cousin - Despite being the granddaughter of Deathstroke, Valerie was quick to accept Blair in the team, understanding she never had a choice who her family was. Valerie was the one who taught Blair how to have a normal life, showing her things normal teenagers would enjoy. When it was revealed that Blair was Jason’s child, Val ended up caring for her even more, as this meant they were family. She vows to keep Blair out of Deathstroke’s hands if it’s the last thing she does.)
Tim Drake - (Adopted Uncle-In-Law - While Valerie can come off a little too much for someone like Tim to handle along, the pair do enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes it’s nice for Val to have someone calm to talk to.)
Stephanie Brown - (Adopted Aunt-In-Law - One of Valerie’s key babysitters in life. Steph never shy away from showing love to her family and Valerie will show it back always.)
Jett Drake - (Adopted Cousin - Jett is a hard case for her. He’s often anti-social and didn’t know how to handle her when she was much younger, thus is has been a little off-put by her since. Valerie understands this now and has grown strong people skills, so she doesn’t resent him for it. She is willing to take things slow for him.)
Everleigh Drake - (Adopted Cousin - Valerie will always volunteer to babysit her youngest cousin, watching the hell out of Disney movies with her forever.)
Damian Wayne - (Adopted Uncle-In-Law - Adore Damian, even if does the whole ‘I’m gonna act tough and neutral half of the time’ around her, like with Dick. But Damian has never said no to babysitting her or training her, has even displayed moments of protectiveness around her.)
Raven - (Adopted Aunt-In-Law - While most of her magical problems are worked around with her mother, Valerie has had many talks with Aunt Raven about dark magic, which does not work well with Homo Magis. She’s even had privates talks about it without her parents’ knowledge, as Raven promises to never reveal these secrets.)
Aaron Wayne - (Adopted Cousin - Part of a magical team with Caroline, Valerie spends a lot of time with Aaron. Both being magical Bat members and opposites, they just click. They know how to talk to one another and treat each other. Valerie never pushes Aaron into things he’s uncomfortable with, along with giving him social advice, while he will always be willing to listen to her rants or fears, along with being the blunt one her can snap her out of stress.)
Cassandra Cain - (Adopted Aunt - Valerie never treats Cass differently, despite how she can come across. Always openly hugging, talking and playing with her, even if Cass doesn’t talk back, mostly just smiling and going along with it.)
Katherine Kane - (Aunt Figure - Intense Auntie Kane is intense, but really cool. Valerie always has fun watching Kate kicking ass, while cheering her on from the sides.)
Renee Montoya - (Aunt Figure - The pair mostly come across each other through police work, whether it’s because of her father’s job or Owlet talking to police. Renee can respect the girl and what she pushing for, as can Valerie appreciate the work she pushes towards.)
Samual Kane - (Cousin Figure - An intense cousin who matches his mother. Valerie knows how to hold him back or argue back without losing her cool, and while he doesn’t say it, he can appreciate that from her.)
Barbara Gordon - (Aunt Figure - The sassy Aunt that never fails to make her laugh. She sometimes goes to Babs for specific advice that can be had to ask.)
Hugo Gordan - (Cousin Figure - With Hugo being very shy and nervous, Valerie is always willing to take things slow with him or speak for him.)
Bruce Wayne - (Adopted Grandfather - Grandbats loves to spoil all his grandkids. Valerie will often tease him, but she adores him. Though when Bruce watches her, it often reminds him of fond memories of when Dick was younger, so he knows how to handle parts of her personality and habits.)
Diana Prince - (Grandmother Figure - Adores Diana with a passion. Said Princess will always be willing to protect and teach her grandchild figure, often helping her understand her raw magical potential that she can struggle with.)
Alexsis Trevor - (Cousin Figure - Despite how off putting Alexis can act, Val isn’t afraid to joke with her or sass her back. She understands that Alex still needs time to understand the outside world.)
Giovanni Zatara - (Grandfather - At a young age, Valerie didn’t quite understand that Zatara and Dr.Fate were different entities, sometimes even thinking her Grandfather didn’t want to spend time with them. But as she came to understand the truth, she does her best to cherish the one hour each year they get to talk with her parents. However, it does hurt that she can’t get to know him better and how much her mother cries over it.)
Sindella - (Grandmother *Deceased* - She’s only heard stories of her Grandmother, the last pure royal Homo Magi. She’s always been meaning to find out more about her (along with the Homo Magi race) through her own means.)
John Grayson - (Grandfather *Deceased* - She will always be amazed when listening about stories from her father about her grandparents, wishing she could have met them.)
Mary Grayson - (Grandmother *Deceased* - She will always be amazed when listening about stories from her father about her grandparents, wishing she could have met them.)
William Cobb - (Great-Great-Grandfather - Her father never lied to her and was very open about the story they had with the Court Of Owls, preparing Valerie in case they would ever come after her. It is unknown wether the Court want her or not, but she has come into contact with her Great-Great-Grandfather, but he didn’t say much before vanishing.)
Weakness/Flaws/Fears: Unable to cast most spells if she can not speak. She is still young and learning, along with having a body not fully developed. Strength, and often defence, isn’t her biggest trait. Much like her father, she struggles to deal with her own negative emotions, which can also badly affect her magic. Dark Magic can linger, sometimes hurting her, whenever she must use it. Her kindness and forgiving nature can be used against her. Puts herself in danger to protect others way too often. Feels the need to take care of everyone, sometimes forgetting basic health care. Powerful magical seals. Taking away her utility belt and ‘toys’, will hinder her. Known to have dangerous magical outbursts and mishaps. Because of her acrobatic skills, taking out her legs, sometimes arms, can limit her movement. Allergic to certain types of flowers. Atychiphobia (Fear of failure, mostly towards other people). Thanatophobia (Fear of death. There have just been moments where she nearly lost someone, and in this line of business, she knows one day it’ll come true). Coulrophobia (Fear of clowns. And this was before she even met the Joker).
Extra:
Infinite Utility Belt - Valerie just seems to have way too many items that should not be able to fit into her utility belt. Weapons, tools, snacks, accessories, first aid, chalk, toys, stapler, fishing rod, you name it. No one is sure if she used a magical charm on it and she won’t tell.
Owls! - From a young age, owls have been her favourite animals. Her main plushie is an owl, she dreams of having an owl pet and her hero identity reflects an owl. Of course, the irony being her blood connection to the Court Of Owls has been noted, mostly through her father who did once try to sway her interest, only to fail.
Representing Song: Am I Wrong - Nico and Vinz
Friends:
Caroline Constantine - (Best Friend/Magic Member - Caroline hangs out with Aaron and Valerie in their magical squad. Both met at a young age when John needed someone to babysit Caroline, leaving her with the Graysons. The two have since then been very close, Valerie always willing to listen and give her advice, whether social or magical. Val is also very determined to ship her with Aaron, as they two clearly like each other!)
Adax Hyde - (Friend/Teammate - Being the timidest member, Valerie never pushes him and knows how to draw tension away from him. She understands his deep issues about his placement in life, as she can sometimes relate.)
Apollo West - (Friend/Teammate - With Wally and Dick’s close friendship, there were plenty of times where the family would hang out and Valerie and Apollo would spend time together. They often treat each other likes siblings at times, annoying one another, pranking each other and will always tease the other relentlessly. But they do have their sweet moments and know how to cheer each other up.)
Otto Kent - (Friend/Teammate - Valerie can respect Otto leadership in the team, but she will take command if he can not. It’s easy for the two to get into debates on how to tackle a mission, hearing each other out and working well together.)
Wally West - (GodFather - Her other main babysitter, she loves Wally like he is family. That doesn’t stop her from teasing him or pulling a prank on the man.)
Artemis Crock - (GodMother - Artemis was one of the only ones who could keep both Apollo and Valerie in line when they are in the same room, their relationship very much reminding her of younger Dick and Wally. So, Valerie respect the woman, but loves her like family.
Most Superheroes/Justice League members
Enemies:
Deathstroke
Court Of Owls
Most Gotham/Bludhaven Villains
N/A
Skills:
Magic (Mostly through casting backwards spells. But she’s been learning ones that don’t require speech.) Multilingualism-(Romanian/English/Japanese/Spanish/Russian/Arabic/German/Korean/Cantonese/Mandarin/ASL/Some Latin). Advance Hand-to-Hand Combat/Martial Arts. Acrobatics. Computer Hacking. Acting. Driving (Mostly with motorbikes, but she does know how to drive a car, just can be a little chaotic with her age). Leadership (Not perfect, as she is still young. But she knows how to take charge when she is needed.) Basic Mechanics. Supernatural Agility/Speed/Reflexes/Stamina/Accuracy. High Intelligence/Willpower. Stealth. Tracking. Weaponry. Marksmanship. Decent Swordsmanship. Empathy (Can be through the use of magic, but mostly because of her Grayson side). Flexible. Medical Knowledge. Her gloves have clawed tips.
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