#so I’m really glad I found that long post from earlier it really shed some light for me

[blueberryspyder]

I know my blog doesn’t have like, any followers, but I wanna make it clear that transmisogynists are not welcome here. I also know for a fact I have some people I need to unfollow for being transmisogynists. The last few months I’ve been very, very confused by wtf “transandrophobia” was, and I had only ever seen the “good” side of it, and never the side of it being used to actively hurt trans women. I’ll admit I’m still confused on certain things, but I’m not above admitting that I might be wrong and I’m willing to learn, so thank you for your patience.

To any trans women/trans fems who follow me: I support you, and I want you to feel safe here.

Edit: I’m retracting the bit about transandrophobia, since some of y’all have been really kind (genuinely) and helped explain the theory to me (as well as the antisemitism behind the “truther” term, which I apologize for).

To any fellow trans men/trans mascs that follow me: I want you to ALSO feel safe here. Even if my original message came from a good place, it was still worded poorly and painted us in a bad light. I won’t delete this post cause I don’t want to hide from my misconceptions and help others like me who are confused, and because I want to stand behind the message that transphobia of any kind is NOT welcome here. Thank you 😊

[acciofanfics]

Tormented (Sirius Black x Reader) Part Nine

Summary: (Y/N) leaves home right out of Hogwarts due to circumstances Sirius could definitely relate to. When he opens his home to her, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Pairing: Post Azkaban Sirius Black x FemReader

Warnings: I’m struggling with whether this is NSFW or not?? Like sexual themes for sure and maybe language but not gonna lie I kinda lost steam writing the smut part.

A/N: Sooo I wanted this to be smutty and I started but I kinda lost steam writing it... I’ve been struggling with writing smut for a bit. But I am trying bear with me! I just wanted to end it and get it up and not be so MIA. Long rant over! Enjoy! -S

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It was almost comical how quickly something good be ruined. It could take days, weeks, months, or even years to build and poof. One little match and a whole forest could be nothing but a pile of ash. Sirius supposed this wasn’t exactly the same thing, but he was worried it had potential. It was probably his job to be the one to break the ice, since he was the one to freeze the conversation, “About earlier...”

“You didn’t mean it?” (Y/N) interrupted him and Sirius wasn’t sure if she sounded hopeful or maybe if she was trying to give him an out. Maybe he should take it...

“I wasn’t going to say that.” Sirius wasn’t sure if he was making a mistake or not. However he doubted they could go back to pretending to be oblivious anymore.

“So you meant it?” (Y/N) wasn’t sure what got into her. Perhaps it was all the scenarios she played in her head, but she couldn’t wait anymore. She needed him to be straight with her. “If you did mean it, I’m worried you only think that because you’re not really around anyone else.”

“You can’t honestly think that?” Sirius was a little shocked. She always seemed so sure of herself. Of course he always assumed that everyone had their own insecurities, it was only logical. Truthfully, if he was twelve years younger he’d understand. He never really had a reputation for being a long term type of guy... he couldn’t recall sharing too much of that with her though. He was particularly proud of it now that he thought himself to be quite a bit different. “I don’t fancy being stuck in here, and it’s never been my intention of ignoring Dumbledore’s wishes, but I don’t plan on being here forever.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question, does it?”

“I meant it.” Sirius tried to mentally prepare himself for what would come next. Maybe it’d be fine? Surely if she was worried about it that meant she felt something? Or maybe she was trying to talk him down off a ledge and he’d just leapt to his death regardless of any and every warning she gave him.

(Y/N) had gotten her answer. The next step would probably be to try and say something in return. “I love you too... I’m sorry I’m not trying to be so- You really caught me off guard earlier and I’ve been planning what to say when you told me you didn’t mean it-“

Sirius drew closer to her, a smile growing on his face as she her rambling came to a halt. “I do apologize for putting you on the spot. I promise you it wasn’t my intention.”

(Y/N) was glad that some of the normality was returning. She was jealous that he seemed to have a much easier time regaining him composure and cutting through tension that she did, but she wouldn’t dwell too much on it since she was definitely reaping the benefits at the moment. “It’s okay... you could make it up to me?”

Sirius almost wanted to laugh. It was almost comical how quickly somethings could be fixed. Minutes ago he thought he had broken something that had been one of the only bright things in his world full of darkness. Now, the girl who’d shown him a bit of doubt was back to her normal confident self; feigning innocence and drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Normally he’d like to mess with her, ask her what she wanted from him, but he didn’t know if he had the willpower to do so today.

She felt her eyelids get heavier and the air thicken as Sirius’ mouth drew closer and closer to hers. His lips were soft against hers, almost teasing in how gentle the kiss was, but it didn’t take long for the tempo to change. Their lips moved quickly against each other, almost as if they could anticipate each other’s movements.

Sirius’ hands found her hips. His fingers dug gently into her as he carefully guided her to the dining room table. They only broke away when the back of (Y/N)’s legs hit the wood and she gracefully toppled onto it. A oomph and a giggle fell from her swollen lips as she adjusted herself to a comfortable position sitting on the tabletop. “Sorry.”

Sirius smiled against her lips, feeling a bit guilty about her tumble. They both seemed to forget about it whenever Sirius found his place between her legs. Sirius’ fingers tangled in her hair and he tugged just enough to pull her close to him again, closing the gap between them. (Y/N)’s hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, haphazardly undoing them and exploring the newly exposed skin. They hadn’t been going at it for even a five minutes and she was ready to undress him. Honestly, she’d never been a patient person anyways and there was something about hearing that he loved her that made her want him even more.

He seemed to concur that they were moving to slow, because as soon as she’d finished he eagerly shed the article of clothing. (Y/N) shivered against him when his fingertips skimmed across her skin after snaking their way under her shirt. It was funny how his fingers were cold yet somehow felt like a torch as they moved across her sides and back, stopping only when he reached the closure of her bra which he skillfully snapped open leaving the garment hanging loosely enough for hands to easily slip under. Sirius’ lips slipped down to her ear, “I honestly am hopelessly in love with you.”

(Y/N) let out a content moan, partially due to his words and partially because his fingers were starting to tease her breasts under her bra. She knew she was in for quite the night with the man she loved and that was utter bliss in that moment.

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[dancerlittle006]

There are no warnings! Found this while cleaning out my GoogleDocs and realized I never posted it! Enjoy!

“What do you get an 11 month old for Christmas?” Race’s eyes went wide, looking over at Spot. “I don’t know what to get our goddaughter.”

“Why are you even worrying? The kid’s just going to ignore the toy and play with the box.” Spot shrugged.

Race’s eyes went wide. “I can’t just show up with an empty box wrapped.”

“Sure you can. She’s 11 months, Race. She’s not going to remember what we got her.” Spot explained, walking into a Toy Store behind Race.

He headed to the dolls section, pacing the aisle, before looking between the shelves for something to jump off and tell him to buy it for Lillian Kelly. “Give me something, Spottie. What can I get her?”

“I think you should just wrap up a box with tissue paper. You’ll make her day with that.” Spot shrugged.

Race sighed, looking towards the ceiling hoping it would show him some sort of sign. “This is pure agony, Spot. I just don’t know what to get her.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help but overhear.” A lady stood at the end of the aisle, giving them both a look. “You’re looking for something for a young child?”

Race looked over at her with a smile. “Our niece, 11 months old.”

Slipping down the adjacent aisle, she pulled a box out and gave Spot and Race a look. “This is a toy that she can walk behind and it has things that she can play with - it’s a win win and my children have all enjoyed them.”

Spot and Race traded looks with one another before they both smiled at her. “Thank you so much, we greatly appreciate it.”

Christmas Morning

Spot and Race had spent the night at Jack and Kat’s only to see Lillian open her presents. The four adults were up earlier than the 11 month old. Coffee was on, the tree was illuminated, and Kat gave the three men a look. “If you wake her, I will personally kill you all.”

“Awww Kat, you’re going to shed blood on this holy day.” Race gave his sister-in-law a look grinning.

“If you wake my sleeping daughter, yes, yes I will.” Taking a sip of her coffee, Kat gave them a look. “You didn’t hear her screaming this morning around 2am? She needs her beauty sleep.”

Race and Spot looked at one another, shrugging. “Didn’t hear her at all.”

“Neither did my husband.” Kat looked at Jack, a hint of a smile on her face. “If she’s not up by 9, you can go wake her up.”

The three looked at the clock - 7:34am - and groaned. “How about I make some waffles and we can eat while she’s still asleep?”

They grabbed their coffees and moved the party into the kitchen. Streaming music from her phone to the bluetooth speaker, Kat grabbed the ingredients for waffles as the boys sat at the counter, sipping their coffee, quiet conversation between them.

Pouring the batter in the waffle maker, she leaned against the counter, looking at the family in her kitchen. She was so thankful that Spot and Race were spending the holiday with them - Medda was visiting friends in Florida while her parents were visiting her brother in California, leaving her and Jack in the city.

“Kat?” Jack asked, giving his wife a look. “You with us?”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “I sure am.”

“You okay?” Spot gave her a look.

“Just thinking . . . head in the clouds.” She grabbed the waffle from the maker, putting it on a plate and putting it on the counter before putting more batter in the maker. “Go ahead and eat, don’t let it get cold.”

Jack grabbed the waffle, drizzling syrup on it before cutting it up. “These are really good, Kat.”

“Chew with your mouth shut.” She gave him a look, passing over a stack of napkins

Her phone beeped with a message. She grabbed it, smiling at the video that was attached. “Race, do you want to go get Lily?”

“She awake?” Race asked, giving her a look.

Showing them the video on her phone, Race nodded, standing from his seat. They watched him leave the kitchen, heading to Lily’s room.

Kat grabbed the waffle from the maker, sliding it onto a plate before giving it to Spot. She moved to refill her coffee mug before pouring more batter into the maker. “So what are your plans for the rest of the week - you mentioned that you’re done working until January, right?”

Spot nodded. “Honestly, we’re looking forward to doing nothing the next couple of days. I know Race has a couple of Netflix shows he wants to get caught up on but I’m glad I don’t have to go into the office and can sleep in.”

“That’ll be nice.” Kat smiled. “Which shows does he want to watch?”

Shrugging, Spot popped another piece of waffle in his mouth before taking a sip of his coffee. “I know The Crown is on his list along with rewatching The West Wing. Other than that, I don’t know - but he has a list that he wants to check off.”

“Here she is . . .the Christmas princess.” Race exclaimed as he walked back into the room with a wide awake Lily.

Jack took his daughter from Race’s arms, snuggling with her. “Merry Christmas Lily!”

“Da!” She yelled back with just as much excitement as Jack had, causing everyone to laugh.

Kat passed Race a waffle, leaning over to press a kiss to her daughter’s head wishing her a Merry Christmas. The three men entertained Lily, Jack feeding her a bottle as she grinned at them. Kat made herself a waffle before joining them at the counter.

Before long, everything was cleaned up and they made their way to the living room. Kat giggled because while she was cooking, they must have separated the presents into piles for everyone. Jack grinned at his wife as he discreetly pointed to her pile in the corner, next to Lily’s.

Grabbing Lily from Jack’s arms, she walked over to the pile with a few big boxes before sitting down. “Lily, look. You got some presents.”

Kat set her on her feet, as she banged her fists on the big box from Race and Spot. “Should we see what your uncles got you?”

She tore a piece of the wrapping paper, putting it in Lily’s hands as she grinned gummly at her mom, before tearing it back further. Soon the box was revealed as Kat oohed on Lily’s behalf. “Thanks boys. I’m sure she’s going to love this.”

Race and Spot beamed at her praises, as they watched Lily play with the wrapping paper from the box.

Jack picked the box up, opening up and starting to assemble the walking toy as Kat moved onto the next present. Lily was fascinated by the tissue paper, crinkling up a piece in her hands as her eyes went wide at the sound it made.

Kat shook her head, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s head before opening the present from her parents, clothes for Lily along with a teether toy.

Lily, growing bored with the tissue paper, crawled over to Jack to check on him. She sat in front of him, watching him putting her new toy together. Before long, it was assembled. Jack picked Lily up and put her behind the toy as he put a hand on her back to steady her while pushing it forward with his other hand. Her feet followed as Jack moved it along. She flashed her gummy smile at her parents while slowly walking towards her parents. “I think she likes it.”

“We had some help picking it out.” Race grinned from behind his coffee mug. “Didn’t really know what to get her.”

Kat grinned. “This is perfect. Thank you!”

When Lily’s presents were all open, the adults turned to their own piles, opening up the few gifts from each other. Race gasped at the pair of new dance shoes that Spot had gotten him, he had been complaining he needed a new pair but didn’t want to go out in the habloo of the crazy shopping frenzy. Spot grinned as he flipped through the book Jack and Kat had gotten him about engineering feats in the United States over the last 200 years. Kat loved the calendar Race and Spot had made her filled with photos of friends and family over the last year. Jack was thrilled with the grilling set Spot and Race had gotten him - he had taken up grilling over the last few years and was always eager to throw something on the grill and cook it.

Putting down the calendar, she scanned the room. “Where’s Lily?”

The three men, startled by her question, looked around the room, not seeing the 11 month old anywhere. Kat’s eyes went to the stairs but the gate was firmly closed. Jack went to move the box but stopped, laughing loudly. “I found her.”

Lifting the flap of the box, they all laughed seeing Lily laying in the box with several pieces of tissue paper and wrapping paper in her hands, crinkling them loudly.

Spot gave Race a look. “Toldya you should’ve just wrapped up a box with tissue paper and given it to her. Kids, for whatever reason, love boxes.”

“I’ll have to remember that for next Christmas.” Race grumbled, hating that his husband was right about Lily.

Spot threw his arm over his shoulder and cuddled him tight. “It’s alright snookums. She’s going to love her present but at the current moment, the box is much more entertaining.”

Jack and Kat watched their daughter, looking over at Spot and Race. “Thank you both for the box and the toy. We’re so happy you guys could be here with us.”

“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.” Race grinned, kissing Spot’s check, flashing his sister-in-law and brother a cheesy grin.

So in the craziness of the holidays I realized I never posted this. So enjoy this extra holiday fic I wrote! Feedback would be wonderful!

[anextraordinarymuse]

Any final thoughts you'd like to share before the big season finale on Sunday?

Oh certainly, my darling anon ... I always have thoughts. Thank you for asking  =)

Now that we are at the end of it I can say that I didn’t hate season 8 - but I didn’t truly enjoy it either. I have an anxiety disorder, and let me tell you what: this season gave me anxiety more often than not. Like full on, racing heart, couldn’t sleep, anxiety. When I started watching this show years ago one of my favorite things about it was how easy it was to watch. You knew that everything would end too perfectly and that it was kinda cheesy because of that, but that’s what made it so enjoyable for me. It didn’t upset me like other tv shows, it wasn’t frustrating or grim or dark or edgy ... it was peaceful.

This season wasn’t like that for me. I know why they went the route they did, and I appreciate it from a storytelling standpoint. They went a direction that this show doesn’t often go: they humanized Elizabeth and explored sides of her we don’t really see; they stretched and tested Rosemary and Elizabeth’s friendship; they gave us a real and wonderfully portrayed snapshot of what it was like to be a child caught in the middle of adult decisions (Allie). But it was honestly hard to watch. I don’t know why it triggered my anxiety so badly, but that’s anxiety for you.

BUT! There were so many things about this season that I love. Now, I have loved Nathan Grant since the moment he was introduced. But this season did amazing things for his growth and character. For me, Nathan and Allie owned this season. Getting to explore their relationship more and learn more about both of them was an absolute gift. Watching them love and support one another unconditionally through their struggles was ... well, it was my favorite. This was one of my favorite moments of the season:

There is nothing I don’t love about this, but there’s a soft spot in my heart for the way he just tosses his hat away to catch Allie. I am so glad that they gave Nathan and Allie each other, and I truly think the show is better off with them.

Now, I know some people didn’t care for it, but another thing I am so glad they gave us was the tension and unhappiness between Allie and Elizabeth. That was such an important angle to show, because Nathan and Elizabeth aren’t the only ones that were affected by their relationship struggles. I mentioned before that Elizabeth overstepped her bounds as just Allie’s teacher long ago, and they really showed that this season. She hasn’t been just a teacher to that little girl for a long time now: she is the only maternal figure that Allie has, and for Allie to suddenly lose that for reasons that she doesn’t understand ... that’s going to be hard. And Allie isn’t just any kid: she’s a kid whose mother died and father abandoned her, so for Elizabeth to just suddenly back out of the role she’d been filling for a year or two at that point must have been mildly traumatizing. As we (kind of) saw, Allie had no idea what happened or why Elizabeth made the choices she did: it just seemed like she suddenly didn’t care about them, and that triggered Allie’s fear of abandonment. They showed us that several times throughout this season with Allie’s fear that Nathan would go to jail and be taken from her, and her request for Nathan to just promise that he would never leave her at the adoption ceremony. I also loved that they had Nathan tell Elizabeth outright that Allie was the reason that he wasn’t being more demonstrative in his love for her - because doing so would be harder on Allie, and Nathan cares for that little girl more than he does his own happiness. Plus, it was cathartic to see someone get to be upset with Elizabeth since both Lucas and Nathan were so patient and understanding all season.

I’ll admit that at first I was not thrilled about what the Fort Clay secret turned out to be. After seeing what they did with that storyline though, and knowing that Erin and Kevin were the ones that pushed so hard to explore it, I have to say that it turned out really well. I like what they did with it, and I do think that it did great things for Nathan’s character. It could have done the opposite if it had been handled differently, so I’m glad that they explored it the way they did. I also think it was an interesting way to explain Nathan’s awkwardness and hesitation from earlier seasons (although I never minded his awkwardness because I thought it was kind of cute and endearing). It’s been fun though to see Nathan shed that uncertainty this season and show us how steadfast and determined he is - I enjoy the push and pull of those two sides of him. 

Something else that I have totally loved seeing is the flip flop of Nathan and Elizabeth’s personalities. Well, maybe flip-flop isn’t the right description. What I mean is, in season 7 Elizabeth is the certain one, the one who does all of the pursuing (as I’ve outlined in a previous post) and Nathan is the one who struggles to meet her where she is despite how clearly he wants to; in season 8 we’ve seen the exact opposite. Nathan is the certain one and while I won’t say that he’s been pursuing her, exactly, he hasn’t not been pursuing her either. This is one of the things that I enjoy the most about their relationship (and one of the things that assures me that they are endgame): this is how the best relationships really are. You and your partner support one another no matter how difficult that is, or how difficult they make it. When your partner is unsure, you reassure them; when they are afraid you help them face that fear when they’re ready, or protect them as necessary; when they feel like giving up you give them the strength to carry on. In season 7 we saw Nathan trying to pull away from Elizabeth and put distance between them, and Elizabeth was having none of that. She pushed him, and called him out, and argued with him; in season 8 Elizabeth put a whole ass other person between her and Nathan, and Nathan still isn’t having it. He has pushed her, and called her out, and argued with her. 

This is how we know that Nathan and Elizabeth are the real deal, and that theirs is the great love story. This is what real love is: two people who should give up on one another - who have very understandable reasons for doing so - and just keep choosing not to. I know that all of the romances want us to think that true love is big gestures and fancy words and over the top things, and sometimes it is - but that’s not what makes it last. Just like Lucas and Lee said, love is an act of will; a choice. The emotion will only carry you so far. At some point, it becomes less about what you feel and more about what you choose. The best relationships, the ones that last, have both: choice and emotion. 

And that’s finally where we’ve found Elizabeth: at that intersection of choice and emotion. The emotion has been there for a long time, but she has spent the whole season unable or unwilling to make the choice. It has been frustrating to watch, but it’s realistic and I do appreciate that they’ve explored that struggle even if I didn’t always enjoy watching it. 

And while the triangle has given me anxiety, I have never believed that Elizabeth would choose anyone but Nathan. I own the seasons on Amazon Prime, and any time I re-watch anything from seasons 6 or 7 it is always unfailingly clear what story they were telling. They capitalized on the triangle because it gave them the ratings they wanted, which is ultimately a good thing because it means that we’ll get another season - a season full of Nathan and Elizabeth navigating life as a couple. Finally. And no matter how exhausting it was to live through season 8, the reward is that we’ll get to see them doing just that, and I am so excited for that! Because look at this

I am STILL dying over this. Happy, playful, in love Nathan? Me and my ovaries cannot. 

So, while I do have some anxiety going into the finale it’s not because I doubt who Elizabeth will choose - it’s because I don’t know how they’ll make it all happen in just one hour, and I have high hopes for how it all plays out. 

But I am as certain now as I have always been that Elizabeth will choose Nathan. And I truly hope that we’ll get not only a season 9 but a season 10, because I think Nathan and Elizabeth have a lot of stories left to tell and I am 1000% invested in watching them.

So, I think the finale will be excellent, and I’m excited to watch it! 

[kyidyl]

Not Deer

(This was inspired by that post that was circulating about the Not Deer in Appalachia and the town that I currently live in.  @leftturnat4thandbananas​ I especially thought you would enjoy this little bit of quarantine-induced madness.  You’ll probably recognize some of the things I’m describing.)

“Alexa, stop!,” Macey yelled at the black cylinder sitting on her night stand.  The alarm shut off, and I started packing up my stuff.  I caught her frown as she watched me.  

“What?,” I asked, “It’s almost curfew.  You know how my mom is about curfew.”  

“It’s snowing outside, and it’s dark,” she swung around so she was sitting on the edge of her bed and flipped her long, dark braid back over her shoulder.  

I finished packing my homework into my backpack and stood, “It’s always dark and cold when I go home in the winter.  I’ll be fine.” 

Both the argument and the concern in her brown eyes was familiar.  She was definitely the mom friend in our group, “It’s not always snowing.  People aren’t careful in the snow.”  

“They’re never careful on that road,” we both lived along a back road that wound through farms and woods.  It had a lot of curves, hills, and blind spots - and no sidewalk.  But it was the only way to get home, so it’s the way I went.  She stood up too, following me as I left her room and started down the steps.  

“You can stay the night, you know.  My mom won’t mind.”  

“I know, Mace, but I will.  You know I don’t like getting ready for school here.  All my stuff is at home.  I’ve either got to get up at the ass crack of dawn,” which never happened because we always stayed up late talking, “Or do a walk of shame.”  

I let my backpack down in the hallway with a thunk, and retrieved my coat from their closet.  I’d brought gloves, a scarf, and a hat, too even though I normally don’t.  I was glad I’d grabbed them.  She stood on the bottom step, chewing her bottom lip.  Her parents were out to dinner, so she couldn’t bug her dad to drive me, but I know she would have if they’d been here.  She tried one more tactic to get me to give up on my walk home, “What about your mom? Can she come get you?” 

I shook my head, “Dad has the car.  Listen, I’ve walked home in the snow before.  It’ll be totally fine.”  

She sighed and dropped her arms, “This is what you were talking about earlier, isn’t it.  The worrying.”  

“Yeah, but it’s ok.  I get why you do it,” I gave her a quick hug and hefted my backpack onto my shoulders, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”  

“Text me when you get home?”

“Of course! Later!”

“Later, Apple,” I smiled at her nickname for me and left.  After I closed the door behind me, I heard the lock click into place.  Her parents’ rules: if you’re home alone, you lock the door.  I shifted the weight of my books on my back, and looked around.  

Macey lived on a small farm, and so she had a long driveway between her house and the road.  I started walking, and the sand and rocks of the unpaved drive crunched under the soles of my shit-kickers.  Macey’s dad had salted the drive before they’d left, and the stones glimmered wetly in the moonlight.  It turned out that the snowing had stopped while we’d been hanging out, and the clouds had gone.  The ground was blanketed in a couple of inches of unblemished white.  Just enough to cover the grass, but not enough to get school canceled.  

The moon was out, bright and full, and it illuminated the flat, white expanse of the land that stretched out on either side.  The air smelled like ice and cold, like icicles and sleeping forest.  There was only a little wind, and it blew up swirls of loosely packed snowflakes from the ground.  Everything had that cushioned silence that follows a new snowfall.  

It took a few minutes for me to reach the actual road, and unlike the Romero family’s driveway, it hadn’t been touched by salt, sand, or plow.  Typical.  It probably would be covered until tomorrow morning.  Our little town wasn’t exactly proactive about things like that.  They preferred to suffer, I guess.  I gave an annoyed snort to the empty night,  

I was careful as I turned left onto the empty road, watching for the glow of headlights to give me some forewarning of a car.  None came, and I kept walking.  

Soon, the flat land of the farms gave way to the woods.  Houses, none of them of the new construction that made up the subdivisions further up the road, were set back from the road or behind a screen of trees.  This road had hills, and further along it the side of the road would give way to steep ditches and gullies.  Our here, there were plenty of animals.  My parents have hit deer especially a number of times; my dad even bought these weird things for his hood that are supposed to whistle and chase the deer away.  

As the landscape transitioned into woods, there was an old, broken barn.  Not even a barn, really, more like a two sheds stuck together.  Half of it was beaten, lilting boards and a slice for a door.  The other half was a rusting tin can of a structure, the metal walls little more than rust and the vines that held it together, and a set of open doors that led into gloom.  A barely-there metal roof was slanted over the rested half and pitched over the wooden half, and it was only slightly less rusted than the shed itself.  A useless decaying horse gate was off to the side, slanting drunkenly to the right, and a path into the woods was behind it.  

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I hated that barn.  

It creeped me out.  The hairs on the back of my neck rose every time I got close.  Even as a little kid I hadn’t been curious enough to overcome that particular fear, and it hadn’t gotten better over the years.  Every time I walked home I crossed the street to avoid walking too closed to it and sprinted passed it.  But tonight, the snow and slickness made it dangerous for me to do either of those things.  My heart rate ticked up and I took my hands out of my pocket.  When it came to fight or flight, I was very much in the fight category.  It seemed like the wind blew a little harder, and suddenly I thought I could hear all kinds of noises that I hadn’t heard before.  

The cracking of a stick somewhere in the woods, almost like a gunshot in the dark.  

The fump has a pile of snow was pushed off of a branch somewhere.  

The flap and tumble of some unlucky bird.  

A barking dog menacing me from one of the homes nearby.  

These sounds were normal, but as I was walking in front of the sad, lonely little structure, they all seemed sinister.  They were living things, pulsing in the darkness when I wanted to be alone.  The sounds of my steps in the snow answered.  Shit kickers aren’t stealthy.  

I walked past that structure as fast as I could, the fear tightening my shoulders more with every step.  I clenched my teeth and my fists, and walked.  The stillness was oppressive now, where moments before it had been soothing.  Fear makes you see things in shadows.  

Which is why, when the winter-bared bones of the bush in front of the shed clacked and scraped together in a gust of wind, I screamed and ran.  Damn the snow, damn fight or flight, I was not looking to fight some supernatural entity tonight.  

Apparently, though, the laws of physics still applied to me.  I ran, but I didn’t get very far before I tripped have a big branch on the side of the road.  My feet slipped in the snow, and I went down face-first onto my hands and knees.  

In case you have ever wondered: snow does very little to cushion a fall onto rocks and rough pavement.  It only makes your clothes wet on top of giving you road rash.  And that ish hurts.  

“Great, Alisha, juuuust great.  Skinning your damned knees like a five year old because of some wind,” I grumbled aloud to myself as I stood and started brushing debris off the now-wet knees of my jeans.  I checked under my gloves, and while my hands stung, the gloves had saved me from the words of the skinning.  In fact, the worst was the throbbing on the back of my head where my backpack had slid up my back and smacked my head.  Well, that and the knowledge that whatever goblin lived in that shed was probably having a laugh at my expense.  

The fall did do one good thing, though.  It broke through the worst of my fear, and I laughed to myself as the adrenaline started wearing off.  I started down the road again, stomping in protest, my cold hands jammed back in my pockets.  

From here, the road got darker as the trees reached overhead.  Even in the winter they blocked most of the light from the moon, and out here in the country they didn’t bother with street lights.  The embankments on the side of the road rose and forced me to walk directly on the road instead of off to the side.  This was the most dangerous part, because this was also where the tight curves started.  I felt my adrenaline spike again, but this time there was nothing supernatural about it; I was alert for headlights bouncing off of the tree branches.  

As I walked, I listened to the world around me, my caution making my senses stretch further.  I heard the same things as before: the cracking of sticks in the forest as some creature shuffled around them, the huffing of a dog that probably just wanted to play, the whispered hush of snow rearranging itself in the trees, and the occasional noise of some small creatures settling in for the night.  They were the same noises I always heard around here at this time of year, familiar as the nose on my face.  It’s funny how the mind plays tricks.  

I found a good walking speed that wasn’t so fast it was dangerous, but wasn’t so slow that I’d be frozen before I got home, and the time passed quickly.  Before I knew it, I was almost at the little bridge before the turn off for my house.  Really, bridge was a generous word for the small overpass that took the road over the little creek.  It was just a flat stretch of road with a thin shoulder and a low concrete guardrail.  On the other side, the road curved out of view.  

(another pic to break up the wall o text.  Both images are screenshots of Google street view edited in PS.)

Here, the trees pulled back some and the moon was able to shine clearly on the flat surface of the bridge.  There, standing in the middle of the road, was a huge buck.  I’ve seen a lot of deer living out in the stix, but this was easily the biggest one I’d ever seen.  I’m 5′2, and this thing looked like its shoulder would be somewhere around my head.  I didn’t even know they could get that big.  The moon painted its orange-brown coat with silver, and threw the shadows created by its twisting antlers into sharp relief.  They were as big as him - thick and heavy, and wickedly sharp.  I couldn’t count the points from here, but it had to be at least twelve.  

Wait...antlers? It was February.  My dad liked to hunt, and even though I’d never gotten into he, he’d taught me a few things about deer.  One of those things was that the bucks dropped their antlers earlier than this, and it was a good time to go hunting for the shed racks in the woods.  This deer shouldn’t have any antlers this late in the season.  

I stopped in my tracks, and as I did, it whipped its head around to look at me.  There moonlight was a sharp little blade in the dark eyes of this thing as it stared at me from the other side of the river.  It stared, and stared, and as it did, the same fear grabbed hold of my guts and scratched its way across the nerves of my skin.  My heart was pounding, my muscles clamped tight.  This was nothing like the fear I’d felt while passing the shed.  It seemed like a cozy little refuge, now, as I started down this deer.  

I couldn’t understand why I felt this way - it had done nothing but be big and not shed its antlers yet.  That logic didn’t matter.  I wasn’t getting a single step closer to that thing.  I ground my teeth as I stared at it.  I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.  Right now, my actions were being guided by a part of my brain that kept my ancestors alive.  

Predator, it screamed, that is a predator!

It made no sense.  It was a deer.  Sure, they’d eat meat sometimes if it was around.  They looked at gut piles like they were treats this time of year, but they didn’t kill and eat humans.  That was another thing my instincts were saying - hungry.  This thing was hungry.  I still couldn’t say why or how I knew any of this, but I knew it down to the red marrow of my bones.  

It was strange - the longer I stared down that deer, the more of a tug I felt to keep walking.  To cross the river.  But the terror was useful; it kept me from following that impulse.  The deer huffed, and its breath didn’t fog in the cold.  My brain filed that detail away automatically with the height and the antlers.  The animal sounded frustrated, although it shouldn’t have been possible for me to identify that emotion so clearly.  

Then it started pacing.  I watched in fascination horror as it moved with an awkward, stuttering gate.  It didn’t seem to know how to place its hooves, and it swayed back and forth, all while not taking its too-intelligent eyes off of its prey.  It didn’t know how to move properly, and I remembered that my dad had told me of an illness.  Chronic Wasting Disease - mad cow for deer.  He told me how to spot one, and to steer clear of it.  He told me it was neurological; that it made it hard for them to move.  

But this wasn’t that.  No, this deer moved like it was something else wearing the skin of a deer.  Like it was new to that body and didn’t know how to use it.  Its fumbling reminded me of the way a toddler moved - wobbling and unsure of what its muscles should do, but enthusiastic about being up and walking instead of crawling.  It was like that, but with far less innocence and far more jerks and twitches in its movement. It almost looked like it was adjusting its deer suit as it paced on its side of the river.  

It huffed again and then growled.  Not like a tiger or a dog would growl, more like a cat growling if that cat had the vocal cords of a high-pitched cow. I screamed in surprise and covered my ears at the sound.  

Come.  Here.  I could feel its anger and frustration pressing in on me, looking for purchase, looking for a crack in my terror.  

There was none.  It was all-encompassing.  It was terror of the sort that fueled strength.  Terror that sharpened your mind, that made time slow so you could think faster and survive.  It was the same kind of terror that had saved the earliest of my kind on the savannahs in Africa.  It was terror that whispered to me with a small, comforting voice, do not cross the moving water.  

Of course - it hadn’t even attempted to cross the stream, pacing back and forth over where the edge of the stream was rather than where the edge of the bridge was.  It couldn’t cross the moving water.  

As soon as I had the thought the creature’s growling was honed into a scream.  It stood on two legs, making it tower over me.  It was trying to be more threatening, but I knew now.  I knew as long as I stayed over here I was ok.  

“No,” I said, my voice stead and calm.  I wasn’t loud, but my voice carried in the snowy stillness and into the moon-bright night, “I won’t cross.  You can’t have me.”  

It screamed at me again, eyes narrowing in an almost human expression of incredulity.  Inside my clothes, my skin was hot from the anger coming from the not-deer, sweat trickling down my spine, but I planted my boots and fisted my hands and would not move.  I could taste ice on my tongue, and I took a deep breath through my mouth, letting the cold soothe me.  

Then, there was a sound.  High pitched and clear, it came from somewhere in the woods or fields around us.  It was sweet, and some of the heat of the not-deer’s anger seeped away from my skin.  Its had flung around awkwardly towards the sound and it went back on all fours with a loud thud.  It snorted and pawed the ground, but it hesitated.  Then, the call came again, louder this time.  With a final, angry look at me, it took off into the forest away from me and the road home.  

I stood there on that road waiting, too afraid to cross, until I was sure that I couldn’t hear it crashing through the bushes anymore.  Then I took off like a shot, snow be damned.  I ran across the creek, my feet sliding as I took a sharp right onto the road that led to my house, down that road and up to my house.  I ran straight in the front door, locked it behind me, and pounded up the steps to my room.  

I texted Macey when I got my backpack off, but I knew it was going to be a long, sleepless night.  

[cycat4077]

Worth the Wait

I wrote this one back at the end of November and was a bit too shy to post it to tumblr. But the Carisi community turned out to be fantastic and supportive on here which is amazing :)

Ship: Sonny x Reader Words: 1846 Rating: don’t read at work Summary: "But you once again find the two of you on your couch with lips locked and temperatures raised. Sonny cooked you an Italian dinner with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. You were just snuggling on the couch after cleaning up when you leaned over and thanked him for dinner with a sweet kiss.“

AO3 or below the cut

Sonny Carisi is the type of guy who makes you feel loved and respected. The two of you have only been dating for a few months, but it feels like you’ve known him your entire life. He makes you feel like his equal. He is your best friend and biggest supporter. He makes you feel beautiful. The way he looks at you and smiles. It’s not just a grin; the happiness is in his eyes. They crinkle at the corners and your heart flutters. It always fills you with warmth and affection. You also feel like you can tell him anything. You’ve already shared a few of your insecurities with him and he’s shared a few of his own. But that’s how it is with Sonny. You can talk. Sure, you have different opinions on certain things but you both have the same core values: you love your family and will do anything for the ones you love. And everything put together let’s you know deep down inside that you love Sonny. You love him with all your heart and soul. He’s your kindred spirit, your soul mate. You love being in his embrace, and you’re pretty sure he feels the same. But it’s still early and the two of you haven’t really sat down to label whatever it is you have. Your relationship just blossomed. It feels natural and right. And of course he’s kissed you. God, does Sonny know how to kiss a woman. He’s incredibly tender and sweet. He gives all of himself over to you in his kisses, and it makes your knees weak. But you’ve never gone further. Sometimes you’d make out and his hand would be on the small of your back or in your hair or cradling your head just so and you would feel like rip his clothes off and have your way with him. You know physically he’s been wanting that too but you’ve never been the type to jump into bed with someone. And Sonny’s never pushed the issue. In fact, you’ve never really talked about it either. Neither of you assumed you needed to end up in bed. You’ve both been content with hot kisses, warm cuddles and deep conversations. But you once again find the two of you on your couch with lips locked and temperatures raised. Sonny cooked you an Italian dinner with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. You were just snuggling on the couch after cleaning up when you leaned over and thanked him for dinner with a sweet kiss. His eyes were kind as he kissed you in return. He stopped and smiled, telling you how beautiful you were as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Sonny told you that there was no place he’d rather be. And all you remember was kissing him again. But with more urgency this time. And he responded in kind, deepening the kisses and running his hand along your side. Pulling gently on your hips to bring you closer. Your hands were in his hair, mussing it up. His hand moved under your shirt, burning up your skin. And somehow you ended up in your bra and him in just an undershirt. And somehow you wound up in your bedroom, continuing the hottest make out session yet. You stripped him of his undershirt and you both shed your pants. Sonny kept repeating like a prayer how gorgeous you were. Some guys would say that just to get a girl into the sack, but you knew Sonny and you knew he meant every word. But then you stopped, albeit with reluctance. Your foreheads were touching, and you both stared longingly at the other’s swollen lips, hungry for more. “Sonny,” you say, looking him in his piercing blue eyes. “Yeah, Doll?” he questions between heavy breaths. “I’ve never - I’m still…” you stammer over your words. Suddenly you feel embarrassed and exposed. “You've never what?” he is slightly bewildered, not catching on. You stare at him with a look of shame, guilt almost. You are in your late twenties and pushing thirty. A rarity among your generation. “Oh. Oh!” he exclaims, finally hit with understanding. You expect him to shy away or to be turned off. You swallow hard, waiting for his reaction. Instead, he reaches up and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “That’s nothin’ to be ashamed of, Sweetheart! God, don’t be embarrassed!” He is too much. Too sweet. Too kind and too understanding. You didn’t know what you had done to deserve him, but thanked some higher power for Sonny making his way into your life. You let out a small sigh of relief and decide to tell him why. “It’s not that I’m saving myself for marriage or anything like that, but I’ve always believed sex should be with someone you truly cared about. You should love someone first, then the intimacy will just add to the way you feel. It shouldn’t be the deciding factor of a relationship. If you don’t love someone then it’s just physical. And I just had never found that right person, y’know?” You were speaking fast, and even though Sonny was initially sympathetic, you still felt the need to explain yourself to him. Somehow Sonny Carisi looked even more in love. “Sweetheart, I admire your choices so much. I really believe that too. Sex without love is just sex but I wanna feel something. I wanna be with someone who gives me butterflies, and I wanna experience that intimate connection with someone who feels the same way ‘bout me. I’m so glad I’ve found someone who shares in that belief!” You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. You’re filled with such an overwhelming warmth in your chest that you wrap your arms around Sonny’s neck and hug him tight. His arms encircle you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Breaking apart from the embrace, you grab his hands in your own. His thumbs run along your knuckles. “I love you, Sonny. I love you so much, and I’ve never felt this close to anyone in my life.” You can see his eyes go slightly glassy. “Aww, Doll, I love you too. So, so much. I know we haven’t been together all that long but I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” He leans in to peck you on the lips. The heat from earlier is still very much there. So, you place your hand behind his neck and pull him toward you. Your other palm splays out on his bare chest. He places two hands on your waist and pushes you away slightly. “So, we’re still doin’ this then?” His Staten Island accent deepening with his question. You grin and cheekily reply, “I’ve found the right person, haven’t I, so I don’t see why not.” He chuckles before speaking more softly, “You’re in control tonight, Doll. You tell me what you want, how far we go, what to and not to do. The last thing I want is to hurt you.” 

Sonny Carisi, always the gentleman. “Alright,” you reply, and place another fervent kiss on his lips. He reaches around and wraps an arm behind your back as he guides you down to the bed. As he hovers above you, you can’t help but appreciate this man. A stray lock of his hair has fallen onto his forehead, and his eyes are filled with love and lust. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You can only hope he sees the complete and utter love reflected back at him in your eyes. He’s yours and you will always be his. Sonny Carisi is as gentle and caring a lover as he is a person. He makes sure you are comfortable, always asking you if you’re ok; if you still want this. And you do. So much. You’ve never been more sure of anything. He teases you first to make sure you’re ready. And asks again before filling you up inside. You’ve waited a long time for the right one to come along. Sometimes you felt hopeless. Sometimes you felt insecure. What if a guy doesn’t want someone who’s never been with anyone because you have no experience? You knew what sex was theoretically and biologically, but could you actually know what you were supposed to do when the time came? Now though, with Sonny above you, stroking the hair out of your face and smiling at you, you know you made the right decision. You’d learn as you went and Sonny would hold your hand every step of the way. No judgments, only love. He remains still at first, letting you tell him when you are ready; letting you adjust to everything new. You appreciate him for that, but you are getting restless. “Sonny, I’m gonna need you to move now”, you kiss the words into his neck. He lets out a sigh as he begins to slowly rock inside you. It feels amazing. The stretch and pull. You clutch at his shoulders, his back, his tush. It urges him on, allowing you both a better pace to fill your needs. Every inch of you feels on fire. Like little sparks tingling at the surface of your skin. There’s a heat building up inside you and you let out a gasp as Sonny finally finds that one spot deep inside. “God, Sonny!” is all you are able to get out. “You feel so amazing, Sweetheart", he speaks into your ear, kissing and suckling at your neck. You feel your core tighten. You grip a little harder on Sonny’s shoulders. He speeds up, knowing you’re almost there. His hand finds yours, interlacing your fingers and pressing it into the pillow by your head. Your back arches and your eyes screw shut as you come undone. Pure bliss and endorphins spreading throughout your body. Sonny helps ride you through, your breathing heavy. “Sonny,” you sigh as you reach up to move a strand of hair from his face with your thumb. He smiles back at you, kissing your forehead before adding, “I’m gonna need you to hold on a little longer for me, kay?” You nod knowingly, and he begins to pick up the pace once more. His brow knits as he bites his lip, chasing his own release. You bring his head down for a long kiss and whisper into his ear: “I love you, Sonny Carisi.” With that Sonny’s hips finally stutter and still, as he lets out a deep breath. He looks at you and smiles a huge dorky grin. “Love you too, Sweetheart.” Rolling off of you, he pulls you close, so you are nose-to-nose. “For a first timer, you were pretty darn incredible!” You playfully stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth. “Yeah? Well, I think I had an excellent mentor.” He cranes his neck to kiss your nose, and you scrunch your face in response. Yep, Sonny Carisi was well worth the wait.

Notes: I don’t know why I wrote this. Well, I kind of do. I’ve started getting back into SVU this season and holy heck is Carisi my new fave. Not only is he a total fox whose affinity for suit vests and rolled up dress shirts will be the death of me, but he’s so kind and caring and family-oriented. Be still my beating heart! So I guess this fic is a product of my new-found thirst for Sonny and my love of a character who has similar morals as me. (It’s a real problem. I could give you a list of them.) Enjoy or not…it’s hardly been edited. I’m terrible at writing smut. I just had a lot of feels. 

[lockdownuk]

Lockdown Diary Part 10

A personal account during the lockdown in the UK due to the Covid-19 outbreak.

23/03/2020 8:30pm Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, gives a live address to the nation to, effectively, put the country on lockdown to stem the spread of the deadly coronavirus strain, Covid-19.

Many of us have been self-isolating for days but this latest development within the UK in reaction to the pandemic feels very serious and very scary. I decided to keep a simple diary and where better but online. Day 271: Work was dominated by Qfiniti again, including a meeting with Jon and staff from the States, where I found my self taking control to get the next steps in process (and then, Dave Stewart, the SCCM engineer fucked off and put an OOO message on Teams telling me he’s off until Tuesday (it’s Thursday)...and I am off on Monday!) But, I have to say this project does float my boat. Got a text message and then a call from PCH for another laser eye appt this coming Monday at 12.30pm. I mentioned to the lady that phoned that I will have to square it with work (I won’t, but she doesn’t know that) as I can’t afford to lose my job - it just seems the hospital, while under pressue with the admin and the clinic availability - I get it! - just aren’t seeing the issues for the patients. Plus, Peterborough has been declared a Tier 3 from Sunday under the new lockdown scheme, the highest tier. Great...I really want to travel to a highly infected area! managed to find an online booze shop that does Gordon’s and Famous Grouse and will deliver beforee Chrimbo, so I’ve placed the order for dad and Rita’s gift. I spoke with Dad today, he hasn’t heard about his vaccination yet which is a surprise (he’s in the first draft being over 80)

Day 272: Typing on day 273. Work was that manic shit at the end of the dya when I’ve got time off. I am only off on Moday but still had to tie up loose ends, complictaed further by Jon being off next week and Sueanne off this week and the Qfiniti project! In the evening I only mamaged three beers. I ate too much. Plus my sugars were all over the place and way too high! I ordered a torch a couple of days ago (£17), it arrived today. It takes rechargeable batteries or 3 AAAs. Apparently, to get the best performance (i.e. brightness) you need the rechargeable batteries in it, so i charged ‘em. Fucking hell, I’m glad I did - it’s brighter than the sun. It opens up my late walks in winter, for sure.

Day 273: While it was a very late (but sober) night yesterday (gone 4am before lights out) I was up before midday. Usual walking etc. plus gave the bathroom a clean (albeit with wipes, but I did mop the floor - and used the water to also mop the kitchen). Now I am about to stick a pizza in the oven, plus wedges (to have with microwaveable chip shop curry sauce) and watch This Is 40 which is coincidentally on telly tonight - the coincidence being clips of it are on TikTok a lot right now. I am on my second beer and am going to have a smoke right now as well. Lastly for this entry, I have been using my AudioPro speaker today, it pisses me off it’s not WiFi capable but, thru Bt, it does sound fucking good - revisiting James works very well to demonstrate the speaker’s prowess.

Day 274: I have another Paypal a/c. I have been getting emails to my standard gmail account from Paypal saying they are going to charge me £9 for an inactive account which I have been largely ignoring since my paypal a/c has a specific email address. Anyway, I tried to log in, after a password reset and, hey presto, I do have another one, with £35 in it, having just been fleeced of £9 for the aforementioned inactivity, fuckers. It’s registered with the old Market Place address and phone. When I try to transfer the £35 to my card, it wants to confim it’s me by calling the phone, which I can’t amend. Oh, and you can’t contact Paypal direct. Fuck knows what to do! Other than that, usual Sunday, a tad more relaxed since I have tomorrow off, but not that much now I have an eye appointment in Tier 4 Peterborough (it’s been up’d from tier 3)! Up at 1.30 pm (I watched This is 40 and The Guvners last night with lots of beer), feeling worse for wear but, stair climb and a 6 miler acheived!

Day 275: I was at the hospital for 3 hours. The laser clinic didn’t start until 1.30pm so, why my appointment was at 12.20, not even the consultant could understand. 15 minutes of lasering - horrible but I am used to it. It took so long it pretty much fucked my day off up completely. I got a Christmas card from Karen, in the actual post, so, a mail shot. It’s depressing.

Day 276: Back to work and it’s definitely in wind down mode. I’ve decided to compile a list of things I have done this year. It will be on the postive side, such as all the steps I’ve walked and getting an article published about my photography, but it will also include randon facts like getting bitten by a dig twice and not having a haircut. I’ll get it done so I can post in at new year, hopefully be a little inspiring, a little silly and a lot of showing off!

Day 277: Work, again, was quiet. It’s fucking pissing down now, as I type at 21:50, and has been all day. It’s causing havoc and there’s flooding everywhere. I could walk down St. Peter’s Road tonight ‘cos of it (had to go up New Road, Springfield Road, down Latham Road). Soaked a lunhtime and tonight! With a new variant of Coronavirus, France stopped frieght crossing the border. That’s now been resolved but tyeh back log has/is affecting certain food stocks in the shops, of which, fresh veg might affect me for Christams dinner (I plan to do a chicken breast with stuffing, pigs in blankets, yorkshire pud and shed loads of veg. I’ll nip to Co-Op tomorrow morning and see what’s vaialble. It’s a half day at work ‘cos of Christmas Eve, so I can nip out somewhere in the car if need be, as ong as the flooding has subsided. Or I could just get shitfaced and have burgers and pizza.

Day 278: Christmas Eve. Sueanne let me finish at 11.00am so, very shortly thereafter, off for a walk I went; it turned out to be a stop/start affair - flooding as the Nene had burst its banks, ended up doing more of a circuit round town. Bumped into Andy Smith (and his son) and, after that, Ash and Denise. Ended up doing just under 11.5km in 2 and a half hours.Knackered! As I type, I have a chilli on the stove, beer on the go, all the veg and chicken breast bought with no shortages, as feared, for tomorrow’s lunch and looking forward to eating. getting drunk, smoking, listening to music, watching telly....all over the next two/three days.

Day 279: I don’t even remember going to bed last night. As a direct result I got out of bed at 2.30pm. I couldn’t even be bothered with Christmas dinner, let alone anything else like exercise. I’m just about to have chilli for dinner (it’s 8.10pm). Watch some telly then try an go to sleep before midnight. No booze! I did talk to dad earlier. Day 280: Typing on day 281. A better, more productive day. Up @11.00am exercise and walk as usual, although the walk was a different route due to flooding. In the evening I could hear ‘storm Bella’ raging, so windy! I cooked a christmas dinner of sorts, chicken breast with Thyme, all the veg, roasted spuds and parsnip, stuffing (a first for me, albeit co-op stuffing mix), Yorkshie and pigs in blankets. It was smashing! A few beers and The Hitman’s Bodyguard, alays a fun watch. A better day, as I say, but I am feeling particular deflated this Christmas. Day 281: Typing on day 282. I realised, about mid afternoon, that Monday (tomorrow) is a bank holiday so no work. It was a great realisation but, also, worrying that it dawned on my like I’m an old person! Nevertheless, a nice long walk - bumped into Baz & Kate and had a nice long chat, then El & Camila, Aaron and Eva for another, shorter chat. I also saw Denise & Ash along the way. Fog video called later in the evening for a chat too (he told me how he fell asleep at the dinner table, fuck he makes me laugh - unwittingly - when I need it most!) A regular social fest! A repeat of last night’s dinner and a few beers - it was a good day albeit I am in a proper low ebb.

Day 282: Up at midday after a 4am-er. A very long walk (1.75 hours) and a hodge podge dinner (remaining chilli, roasted spuds and peppers, steamed cauliflower and runner beans, grated cheese) - it’s nearly ready, I’ll type the review tomorrow. I realise that this is the first time in 21 Christmases that I have at least talked to K. Is that connected to my mood slump? I reckon so. So, as that fact dawned on me, I then considered, should it be the case next Christmas, it will not be the first in along time and, as such, more manageable....fuck knows how I manage to accentuate any little positive but, thank goodness I do. Day 283: Work was a sedate affair today, fuck all to do really. Sueanne is now follwing me on Insta...I shall invetsigate on how to exclude posts to individuals, methinks. Tea, last night, was fucking lovely. More of the same tonight-ish - currently I am roasting spuds, peppers, garlic, chillies, tomatoes - it’ll all go with left over pigs-in-blankets (5) and a burger. I’ll have bisto beef with mustard on it. I can’t wait! Day 284: Typing on day 285. That meal was fucking lush! Checked on the car todfay and it would not start. Something is draining the battery so I will have to give it a run every day until I can get Julian to sort it. So, I WhatsApp’d Karen to borrow the portable starter. She dropped it off for me. We had the briefest of chats at the doorstep, first time we’ve spoken in weeks. She mentioned my hair! Day 285: NYE. I have just got back from walking to Cottersock and back. I would not have been able to do so without my new torch! I finished and published my double letter quiz on FB, including to the Virtual Pub group and the Oundle Chatter. It’s had some good feedback, I’m rather proud of it. I am going to make chicken casserole now (with dumplings - a first for me, I even bought some flour), have some beers and get a bit stoned. Before that, I am going to finish off my list of things I’ve done this year, including steps wlaked and hours listening on Spotify. I am quite proud of that list too.

Day 286: I fucked the dumplings up, added too much water, so that didn’t happen but the chicken casserole was good, just about to finish it for tea tonight. I also had pizza last night and went to bed at 5am. I have had a lot of good feedback on my list of 2020 achievements. I proud of it. K sent a happy new WhatsApp last night, around 00.30.

Day 287: No booze last night, so I was up before the alarm today (about 10.00am) Two walks, one on my own, another with Fog with a couple of beers. I fucking loved it! Watching datrts (World champs semi finals - been texting Dan while the first one has been on). Going to watch The Aviator later...I’ve not seen it before which surprises me. Why it surprises me I do not know, since I know I haven’t seen it. How the fuck can I be surprised by a fact I’m completely aware of? Day 288: I didn’t watch The Aviator ‘cos Logan Luck was on at 11:55pm on ITV4. Great fildm...I can’t believe that I very nearly paid for it (rent from Sky or Amazon). A late one last night and quite pissed. Thinking about it, having afew beers with Fog in the afternoon made it quite a long sesh for me! Up at just gone midday today, nice long walk (Cotterstock) which was mde long by a painful right ankle - I must have turned or twiested slightly sometime. Still, it survived. Back to work tomorrow - Chrimbo and New Year all done and dusted for the 55th time in my life!

Day 289: First day back at work of 2021. Boris announces another full lockdown in England (there’s a new strain of Covid19 which is seeing huge numbers of infections every day, over 50,000 per day).

Day 290: Something is up with my right foot, the little toe pad. It’s bloody sore. If it gets any worse it’ll affect my walking and exercise. I phoned Anne Bennison to talk about it, she just wants me to go and see her which i donlt want to do if poss, pandemic and all that.

Day 291: Wearing my sandals instead of the M&S slippers and my foot/toepad is already feeling bteer. However, I did inspect my Merrell boots, just in case, and the sole on te right is really worn down, in just three months. I have sent a WhatsApp to CotswoldOutdoors, where I got them from....let’s see what they say! It’s all kicking off i  the US - pro Trump protestors have storm the Capitol Building, where congrees was being held. Only in ‘Merica.

Day 292: Busy at work with rolling out Qfiniti - all that project work was pretty much for fuck all since the SCCM package has to hand held. It’s feckin’ freezing today, below freezing, slippy af on my walks. I have been shopping tonight, £106 in Corby Tesco. That does include 8 cans of sapporo.

Day 293: The fracas at Capitol Hill on Wednesday left 5 dead, it looks like Trump will be impeached. He’s already said he’ll not attend Biden’s inauguration. In a fucking world gone mad, it’s another level of madness. It’s really cold -3℃ tonight, more of the same tomorrow. Makes for brisk walks. I’ve just had chicken balti pie and chips for tea. It was so nice that I burnt the roof of my fucking gob. I’m on the Sapporo and about to have a smoke then watch Jack Reacher. I’ve (kinda) earnt after the first 5 day week for a while.

Day 294: Well, last night saw another late one...5am by the time I :went to sleep. Up at 2pm today with no instention of any exercise or walking or housework or fuck all, really. But, I did my exercises and a 9 mile walk. While I walked I came across Banners, quick 15 min chat and listed to Stage by David Bowie. He’s all over the radio right now as it’s his death’s anniversary tomorrow and his birthday yesterday. It’s a fucking good live album. A few beers tonight, eating trash, watching FA Cup highlights then End of Watch later.  Posh played today (first time in a while due to Covid infections) drew away to (shitty) Lincoln 1-1. Good point as Posh were down to ten men after 67 mins for a second yellow for handball in the area. Lincoln missed the pen. Fucking funny. Chorley, the non leaguers who knocked Posh out in round 2 of the FA Cup, beat Derby in round 3 today (albeit derby fielded an academy side of 11 first timers due to Covid ) - a great day for them!

Day 295: Up at 2pm swearing blind I’d not walk or exercise (again!) but, of course I did. I’ve done over 25 miles this w/e! End of Watch was brilliant last night. Well worth a rewatch, so emotional. I am making butter chicken as I type. I’ve added extra onion, garlic and, of course, chillies. It’s the spiciest butter chicken I have ever tasted! 

Day 296: One of those frustrating days at work when no problem of request I try to resolve goes without a hitch. After a 7km walk in the evening, took the car for a spin and cleaned the bathroom. Fucking knackered. It’s 11:30pm and I’m in bed typing this on the iPad! despite getting up so late, I feel knackered. 11pm bedtime for me, I reckon.

Day 297: Fucking busy at work, the States rolled out a new Okta trust policy and it caused mayhem. Meant my evening walk didn’t start ‘til gone 6pm. When I got back, clened the hall and stairs, made chilli (which I am about to have for tea (gone 10.15pm!) and showered. I’m, again, fucking knackered! Posh played Portsmouth in the EFL Trophy 3rd round at home. Won 5-1. Nice.

Day 298: Had an electrician rouind for the EICR cetrt. He was here until 2pm and it was a pain in the arse, having to work upstairs plus, with having to cut the electricity, all the smart devices lost their settings. And it was freezing up there.

Day 299: Work was impossibly infuriating. Not one pc remote session went to plan! It was pissing down a lunchtime during my walk but, I have to say, the cheap TargetDry coat copes fine in heavy rain for short periods. Everywhere is flooding again even though the rain turned to sleet. By my evening walk, it was dry but bloody cold. Then, when I got in I cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor and the bathroom’s as well. I fucking done in! Chatted to dad today - same as ever!

Day 300: What a fucking work at week! I am so glad it’s Friday. To celebrate, I ordered new walking boots: Scarpas £121!

[deafclintb]

Alright, everyone. A note before this:

You may have seen this before. That’s okay! It was likely on my old blog, the one that got deleted when I decided to redo everything. So this is 100% a repost on this new blog!

Put the Gun Down and Step Away

Summary: Jack wasn't supposed to make it home from the war. He didn't deserve to, not more than Crutchie.

TW: TW: Suicidal thoughts/almost an attempt, PTSD, gun use, war violence, MIA/missing person

Characters: Jack Kelly, Davey Jacobs, Crutchie Morris

Ships: Jackcrutchie

A/N: This takes place mid and post-WWII

AO3

Jack wasn’t supposed to make it home alone.

His best friend he’d made was from New York, too. They were going to get back and share an apartment.

It had been five months since he’d made it back from the war and his best friend didn’t. Five months exactly.

Fighting was hell. Crutchie was the only thing that made it genuinely bearable.

The first time they’d met, Jack made a joke about the 18-year-old needing crutches permanently after the war, since the kid refused to recognize any injury he got unless it was major. Jack and the few buddies he’d gotten slightly close with remember being like that when they first enlisted (literally one year earlier), eager to die doing their duty or something like that. They wouldn’t let a stupid sprained ankle take them out or having them rest for a few hours.

The group just laughed it off with the kid, watching him limp along and constantly re-injuring himself.

Jack cared about everyone he was around, obviously. Some didn’t get along with him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. They could bump heads all day, he’d still push them out of the way of a bullet in a heartbeat.

C was different, though. He was nicknamed before Jack even knew the guy’s real name (which was Charlie, by the way. Jack found that out a few weeks later). He couldn’t explain why or how… he just was.

The first few weeks of Crutchie being there was relaxed. He was obviously willing to do whatever, whenever, as long as it benefited everyone. He always seemed to be injured, Jack even wrapped up a pair of crutches in some newspapers as a gift for the younger’s nineteenth birthday. Crutchie pretended to be annoyed, but those crutches laid near his bed until he was gone.

It was then that there was an unspoken rule that, no matter what, they’d stay best friends. Even if they ended up living their own lives on separate sides of the city after the war, they’d keep in touch. They had to.

The two had gone through however many change of locations, battles, arguments, covering up the other’s dumb mistakes…

Among other things they’d managed to sneak in the few moments of privacy they got.

Comforting touches, talking through nightmares, shedding a few tears, small kisses, and...other things they’d managed to do in their precious alone time.

Jack informed Crutchie early on that they didn’t have the worst spot. Sure, there were better, calmer places to be, but there sure as hell were a lot worse, too.

Well, until they get sent in as reinforcements somewhere else in the Pacific. That also guaranteed that they were likely going to be plopped down in the middle of some shit.

Everyone who had been through this before was uneasy. People like Crutchie who still had a somewhat romanticised view of war were almost excited. They had this idea that they’d become a hero after their first big battle rather than a statistical probability that they’d die or get seriously injured.

C didn’t even make it to the end of whatever battle they were dropped into. It ended up lasting ten days or so before they could ease up.

Everyone had been split into different groups so they could try to corner everyone and it would be an easy victory. Obviously, like usual, their plans fell apart.

The constantly humid June heat was exhausting, everyone was beyond exhausted, and those who were supposed to be the reinforcements were being spread thin. This meant they fell into traps far more than at the start, no one had any extra water on them, and sleep was usually out of the question.

Crutchie and Jack were in different groups, which stressed them out, but there wasn’t time to try and switch things up (plus, the consequences for that weren’t quite worth it). Jack wouldn’t have been as worried if the stupid boy he’d developed feelings for wasn’t going into this with some injured muscle in his arm that no one but Jack knew about.

God knows what else he’d hurt in this.

Regrouping and figuring out casualties after battles was always hard. Confirming deaths, having to declare someone missing even though you knew they were gone, and not knowing whether someone was actually missing or if they were dead was hard.

When someone confirmed that Charlie Morris was definitely missing, likely alive…

Jack spent the rest of that night as alone as he could possibly be.

Maybe he’d be able to get back within the next week.

When a week went by, Jack changed that goal post to be a month.

By the time Jack got home, he knew that there was almost no chance he would ever see C again. All he wanted changed from knowing Crutchie was coming home to just hoping he wasn’t fucked up too bad before…

God, he hoped C wasn’t waiting, thinking they’d forgotten about him. He’d rather have Crutchie dead and not hurting over thinking he got abandoned.

Upon arriving home, he met up with an old friend that had joined the Navy anda had just gotten home. Davey understood Jack and Jack understood Davey. They got an apartment together in the city and things were… okay. Sure, neither of them slept through the night and it was difficult to adjust to being home, but they made it work. Jack sure as hell was glad he wasn’t alone.

One of the things he and Davey agreed on was that they’d both feel better with a gun in the apartment. Nothing huge, just a pistol. It was like a safety blanket that they kept hidden in case of an emergency.

Jack guessed this wasn’t an emergency, but then he found himself sitting at the kitchen counter with the pistol in front of him.

It was loaded, he knew that. He’d been the one to load it once he got it out tonight. That was about an hour ago, he thought.

The clock that said it was 2:30 AM implied he’d been there much longer than that.

He just wanted to have let C come back and not himself. If he could’ve gone missing and never been found…

Crutchie had deserved to come back more, in Jack’s opinion. Crutchie hadn’t even gotten to really experience what he enlisted to do before he was just gone. Not even dead, but probably captured and--Jack didn’t even want to think about what his last memories would have been. How long was he even being held by whoever had him? Days? Weeks? Months?

The idea of it being a year or more made Jack want to vomit.

The idea of going to a place where Jack would be with Crutchie and not be here at all was uncomfortably tempting.

“Jack?”

Jack hadn’t realized he’d picked up the gun and that Davey had heard a sob come out of his mouth.

That wasn’t how this was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to worry his friend like that.

If he was going to do it, he’d at least have the decency to not do it with his roommate home.

“Go back to bed. I’m fine,” Jack whispered and dragged the back of one of his hands across his eyes.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” Davey sighed and took a few steps closer. He put his hands up in surrender when he noticed Jack’s knuckles turn white around the gun. “I’m not coming any closer, I promise.”

“I just…” Jack trailed off and refused to raise his  voice any higher than the whisper. “It shouldn’t’ve been me. I don’t deserve…”

Davey understood, and he listened. But he also tracked every movement that his friend made with the gun.

“I know it feels that way,” he agreed gently, taking a step closer while Jack looked away to wipe his eyes again. “I understand, I do. But from what you’ve told me, it sounds like he’d be saying the exact same thing if he was here and you weren’t. So can you just… put the gun down and step away? Talk to me?”

It was a long few moments before Jack shakily set it down so the barrel wasn’t facing either of them. It was only another moment before Davey was behind him, wrapping him in a hug with one arm and pushing the firearm out of Jack’s reach with the other.

Jack didn’t care. The second he’d made physical contact with Davey, he broke down. He let everything out into his friend’s tight embrace.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Dusk Till Dawn (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader) PART 2

PART 1: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/186189461464/dusk-till-dawn-shinsou-hitoshi-x-reader-part-1

Taglist: @estherosoro

Summary: You and Shinsou find out what kind of people you’ve been captured by, and you can’t bear to be away from him.

I made these villains, they’re all OC’s made specifically for this series but they may or may not show up in other fanfics if I’m feeling particularly uncreative hehe...

Warnings: Some graphic violence, gore and sexual situations.

Featuring: Our Purple Son!! <3 

Chapter 2: Imprisoned

Neither you or Shinsou had any idea how long it had been since those bastards left you and him inside this empty room to suffer in the freezing cold. Shinsou was sure it had been hours, but it felt so slow with the lack of clock provided and the four walls just staring at you and him. He guessed at least 8 hours at best based on how long it felt and how the temperature seemed to drop.

God you just wished you had a jacket or something because you couldn’t stop shivering and you could tell that Shinsou was pretty bad off too as you watched him quiver in his seat and you could hear his shivering breath. He couldn’t even talk because of that damn gag in his mouth no thanks to those goons…

You had no idea what you and him could do either because you and him didn’t know the layout of this building, or where you even were. There was little opportunity for you both to come up with some kind of escape plan…

But then the door opened and snapped you and Shinsou out of your thoughts as you both slowly picked your heads up to see the same goons from earlier. “C’mon now… Boss wants ya…” You gasped and shook your head as one of the men picked you up and forced you to walk with him as he ignored your pleas.

No, you didn’t want to be away from Shinsou…

It felt selfish, but you didn’t want Shinsou’s visage to leave you because you could NOT be alone and you did not WANT to be left alone. Without Shinsou here, you had no hope and you were relieved that the other men forced him to walk alongside you. You wished he wasn’t here with you, but at the same time… you were glad that he was, because you weren’t sure if you would handle doing this alone…

These men were so rough, so aggressive as they shoved you when it felt like you or Shinsou were walking too slow for their liking. All either of you could do was grunt and reluctantly comply as to avoid provoking them. They were larger than you and Shinsou, the conditions were unfavorable, and you were both trapped in some facility that neither of you knew anything about. Fighting back right now without observation would be the worst thing to do right now. So Shinsou paid attention, analyzing the halls and seeing how dingy and empty they were save for the four men taking you someplace. You didn’t see much light, so you assumed there were little windows as you were pushed again by the guy you spat at.

The two of you eventually found yourselves in a large room where at least 10 more men dressed in red were standing with dark, stoic expressions that terrified you as you also noticed a lavish looking sofa, desk, bed and a TV complete with a bar that was obviously for the boss himself. And there he was, the leader it seemed, his hair white and scraggly in a fashion that reminded you of Shigaraki, only his face was flawless and his grey eyes were as dark as his soul. “Welcome friends.”

Friends? Who the fuck was this guy kidding?

“I want to start by thanking Bozo, Mad Dog and Lothario for their hard work in scouting and finding our new recruits. Not a cakewalk to be picking off students so, well done boys.” The boss said, gesturing to two large men looking really proud of themselves and nodding when the others started clapping. ‘Bozo’ was apparently the man who captured you and Mad Dog was apparently the one whose face you spat in…

Great…

“Welcome new friends. My name is Suchiru Koru.” He moved closer, caressing your cheek with fingers that felt so nasty against your skin, they were boney and warm to the touch as you gave an anxious tremble as he lowly chuckled with a grin. But your eyes widened when he gave more of his vile affection to Shinsou as he stroked his hair, and the latter could feel his stomach churn with such a discomfort he had never felt before.

“Friends…? I don’t… I don’t understand… sir w-why would… y-you need us…?”

It felt stupid to ask, but maybe… appealing to this lunatic might raise your chances of survival. And Koru raised his arms up, “I told ya… I don’t discriminate against people with unique quirks. Especially not for the job I’m trying to do… see… the world is advancing. Quirks are evolving, and thousands of people are trying to create new quirks to breed powerful children… the pro-hero… Endeavor had the right idea. I was a man inspired when I heard the rumors… and then all my hopes came true when that son of his was born…”

Your eyes started to widen when Koru talked about Todoroki. This man wasn’t seriously inspired by your friends’ horror story was he?

“When that story came out, a high demand for people with powerful quirks started to rise on the Black Market and the Dark Web… and I’m not going to lie. I’m not a strong man… I can’t track people down… but that’s why I had to find you. Ms. (L/N) (Y/N) is that right? Your beautiful quirk is extraordinary… Psychic Navigation… oh the ability to perceive things by using your mind and finding people with your mind alone and to be able to communicate with them too…you must have such a beautiful mind…” He sounded so polite it made you sick as you narrowed your eyes when he dared to say your name.

You remained silent as you shakily exhaled a breath, “And then the young Shinsou Hitoshi. The boy with the scary Brainwashing quirk.” Koru looked so marveled that it sickened Shinsou as the man moved closer, tilting his chin as he leaned in with his foul breath that made Shinsou want to vomit. “To speak to someone… and make them do your bidding, forcing them to do anything you could want them to do… now that’s a power…” Koru whispered and kissed the boy’s cheek as he cringed and you could only watch in tearful fear.

If you could, you would take Shinsou away from that man, and make sure this man suffers for a very long time in prison, Hell, anywhere that he would get some kind of retribution for putting his hands on him…

Thankfully Koru moved away to stand back in front of his goons, “We only want to give the people what they want, don’t we boys?!”

“YEAH!”

“They will pay us generously, while we help them create powerful children to make a more powerful world!”

“YEAH!”

“We are the ones making the world great by acting as the givers and bringers of hope! And the ones who will weed out the weaklings and kill them off one by one!”

“YEAH!”

The men started clapping and chanting for their boss as Koru held his hands up, relishing in the cheers from his sycophantic followers as they screamed “Boss Koru! Boss Koru! Boss Koru!”

So that was his plan. He wanted to use you and Shinsou to find people with strong quirks and people with weak quirks, as a means to get the strong ones and kill the ones with weaker quirks. A sickening dread filled your body as you sniffed and couldn’t stop yourself from shedding horrified fears when the men just started screaming loudly as their voices rang in your ears and send violent shivers down your spine and overwhelmed you with fear and dread. Whimpering, you couldn’t see Shinsou looking right at you, he felt so bad for you because of all the classmates he knew, you were the last one he thought deserved to be here.

These men were all psychopaths and he was honestly afraid because by the looks of it, they were somewhere remote and none of these goons had any sense of stability. They screamed, they chanted, the clapped as he could only just look at you as a form of reassurance that he wasn’t the only one in a room full of villains. He wasn’t alone, even though you didn’t deserve to be here, and he knew that, Shinsou was glad that he wasn’t alone…

But after a while, Koru brought his hands down to silence them all. “But we can’t do it alone… and that’s where you both come in… (L/N). Shinsou. Our new brethren.”

Shinsou gave the man a cold glower, how dare he call him and you brethren for such a horrible cause? How dare he call his quirk beautiful because he wanted to use it to control people? And how dare he kidnap him and his innocent classmate for his disgusting goals?

“Little Shinsou… I christen you as ‘Purple Mist’.” He declared to his goons as they nodded, all stating ‘Welcome Purple Mist!’, but Shinsou hated the name. He’d rather die than ever go by that.

“Little (L/N)… I christen you ‘Psy-Fy’.” Really? You thought and almost chuckled when the goons stated ‘Welcome Psy-Fy!’. This guy gave the worst nicknames you had ever heard in your life. You turned to Shinsou with a somewhat amused look on your face, and you were relieved to see him give the tiniest smile as you both thought that this guy was… completely ridiculous that both of you couldn’t help but snicker. At least you both had something to laugh at in this shitty situation.

But then you both got promptly smacked in the face by those fuckers Bozo and Lothario respectively. “Who da ya think yur laughin’ at ya brats?!” Bozo screamed in your face as you looked down, terrified and shaking.

“Go on… laugh again… we’ll see how funny it is then.” Lothario had said, his voice raspier and deeper that suited his lean, lanky figure and scraggly black hair as he grinned directly at you.

“Bozo. Lothario. Take it easy now… let the kids have their fun… and give them some jackets. It’s not easy to take the cold when you’re out and about in Hokkaido.” Koru stated and you nearly gasped in shock when he revealed where you were at.

Hokkaido?!

Shinsou noticed that he was being discreet, if they were in Hokkaido they were in someplace cold for the summer. But this was too cold for a normal summer, so he began assuming that one of these guys must have some kind of weather-related quirk.

You couldn’t really think as Lothario stole you from Bozo to give you a rather thin little coat and draped it around you, “Looks good on ya~.” He chimed into your ear, licking his lips as you shook and held back a gasp. The only thing you were thankful for was the new apparel given to you, but even then it wasn’t very helpful because it only provided you little warmth now.

Bozo was very rough when he put the coat on Shinsou, grabbing his arms and wrists to put it on him and growling at him when he accused your friend of trying to fight him. “Can I please… break this one’s arms?” He was seething, as if he was itching to hurt someone, anyone right now, but you reacted without thinking as you shook your head frantically.

“Don’t! Don’t you touch him!” You shouted, and the large man turned to you sharply, snarling as he raised a hand to back-hand slap you, until Koru suddenly shouted.

“I can’t have her all beaten! It’s rude!” He exclaimed dramatically, and you hated to say that you were relieved because you really didn’t want to get hit again.

However, now you had no idea what to predict now after Koru was done monologuing. “All right… Lothario. Mad Dog. Take Purple Mist and Psy-Fy to their rooms. Bozo, keep an eye on them.” He then gave his men the order, and those bastards lined up and started shoving you and Shinsou out of the room as your eyes went wide as soon as you and him went back into the dirty halls.

“C’mon Purple Mist…” Bozo gripped his shoulder and started roughly leading him into another hallway as you gasped in terror.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” You started to shout again when you saw Shinsou being forced to go somewhere else, somewhere else you couldn’t see him. “Please no! NO! Don’t! D-Don’t you hurt him! I swear to God!”

Your emotions took the reign as you struggled and tried to go to him, but Shinsou looked a bit shocked when you began to fight, he shook his head as he could only grunt through his gag. His shouts muffled as Bozo made him look away and kept taking him to where his ‘room’ would be as you just kept shouting and fighting, at least until the other man ‘Mad Dog’ had to pick you up and carry you to your ‘room’.

“Let go of me! Let me fucking go you prick!!”

Lothario smirked as you kept struggling and fighting, and an irked Mad Dog practically threw you onto the hard floor of your room. You shouted with a pained ‘OOF!’ as you grunted and blinked your eyes when seeing and tasting the disgusting floor beneath you, and a chuckling Lothario picked you up, not before he gave your butt an uninvited rub. A loud gasp left you and you just wanted to smack him in the face and kick him in the groin, but the smiling bastard obviously didn’t let you as he gripped your wrists and tied them in a zip tie.

While Mad Dog forced you into a chair and tied you up as an extra means to make sure you can’t try to struggle out of the restraints. “Don’t try anythin’ ya little brat…” He snarled a little bit as Lothario waved him off, “Easy now don’t frighten the poor thing… I want this one to be nice and well just for me~.”

He was disgusting, his grin made your gut turn as you swallowed hard, refusing to cry anymore tears because of the way this person was looking at you. God you prayed he didn’t have any vile plans for you, but he was looking at you in a way that just greatly disturbed you, and you desperately wished that Izuku or Katsuki were here…

You wished Shinsou were here…

You just hated feeling so helpless and preyed upon, and you hated how this man grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his cold, blackened eyes. “Trainin’ begins in an hour… hope yur prepared… if not… well… Bozo’ll hafta punish ya…” Lothario smiled and shrugged his shoulders, and all you could do was shake in both fear and vexation as the man snickered before he and Mad Dog suddenly left you alone and locked the door.

It looked just like the room you and Shinsou were trapped in, no windows, no vents, just a thin mattress on the floor which was riddled with dust, dirt and cobwebs. Honestly this looked more like a prison cell than anything. You shivered in your chair, thinking about how this was the worst day of your life because you had no idea how long you would be here, and you had no idea if Shinsou would be okay. You wanted to see him, you hated this feeling of being helpless and alone…

Closing your eyes, you prayed to someone, anyone, to keep Shinsou safe and that he doesn’t get hurt…

Meanwhile…

Shinsou grit his teeth onto the gag covering his mouth, unable to quell groans and cries of pain as Bozo relentlessly punched him in his stomach and kidneys. Coughing up blood through his gag as he struggled to breathe with the agony surging through his nerves. When he was punched a third time, he was sent crashing down onto the hard, cold ground of his ‘room’. Disgusting…

This had to be a prison of some sorts, and he started wondering if you and he were the only other prisoners here.

“You… are gonna sit your ass down right here.” But then this ugly brute grabbed him by the back of his shirt and shoved him back in a chair, wrapping the zip tie around his wrists and then tying him to the chair. A familiar discomfort as he resisted to scoff, not wanting to give too much attitude to spare another punch to the face or stomach.

“Get ready for work… ya got an hour to adjust…” He snickered down at the teen who just glared at him with tired, surly eyes much to Bozo’s amusement before he shut the door and locked it.

Shinsou’s body hurt, he thought his training with Aizawa was painful, but this was completely different. To be honest he was terrified, not just for what these assholes planned on doing to him, but to you too. “Shit…!” He swore through the gag still in his mouth, shifting in his chair as he tried to loosen these fucking wires by moving, but to no avail. Shinsou couldn’t even break free of the zip tie that restrained his wrists. It was hopeless.

Huffing and grunting, he shut his eyes and mentally cursed himself for being so useless. Why couldn’t he have just been born with a real quirk that could help? And not one that had so much drawbacks that kept him from actually helping people? Now he was trapped in this goddamn fortress, whatever the fuck it was…

And he couldn’t do a damn thing to help you. That was the worst part…

He just hoped that you were okay, and that he would see you again soon. Although he knew he would be forced out in an hour, but he didn’t want to imagine what sort of things awaited you and him.

[ourlady-ofsorrows]

Movie Night

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Pairing: Frank x Reader Word Count: 1,547 Warnings: language, drinking Prompt: We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home A/N: Slowly building up my masterlist! A HUGE thank you to the best bestie in the entire world @ohprettyweeper for reading these things before I post them and assuring me that they’re not absolute garbage and for generally being the best bestie in the entire world.  If you want to be added to my tag list please let me know! Feedback is cool :)

When your phone went off in your hand, indicating you had a text message, while you were leaving work you groaned. You’d had a long day and you were going to have an even longer night, having to go out for drinks with friends. After the rough week you’d had the last thing you wanted was to get yourself presentable and go bar hopping, but you’d already agreed to the plans and you never liked cancelling last minute unless it was absolutely necessary.

When you reached the elevator in your office building you finally took the time to check your phone. The text message had come from your best friend telling you that the bar hopping plans for the night had been cancelled. You let out a sigh of relief and smiled to yourself. Your mood was instantly lifted as you headed out to your car and you spent the entire drive back to your apartment trying to decide on what movie you were going to watch that night.

When you reached your apartment door you saw your neighbor, Frank, heading to his door as well. You smiled when you saw him, giving him a small wave. You’d seen him around practically every day but you’d never had more than a passing conversation with him. That didn’t stop you from finding him extremely attractive though.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he smiled, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “What’s got you so happy?”

You hadn’t even realized that you’d still been grinning from the earlier text message.

“My plans got cancelled tonight,” you replied, finding your house key on the ring in your hand. “I get to hangout at home all by myself and watch a movie.”

Frank chuckled. “I never considered cancelled plans a good thing, but good for you. I’m glad you get to have the night you wanted.”

“Me too,” you replied.

You bid each other goodnight and headed into your respective apartments. The instant the door closed behind you shed your coat and shoes before going into your room and changing into a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old band tee. After having a quick dinner of left overs you cracked open a beer and sifted through your DVD collection, looking for one in particular.

When you couldn’t find it you cursed under your breath and sat down on the couch, realizing your ex must have taken it when he moved out. It was the only movie you wanted to watch and since you were looking forward to it you let out a sigh and decided to head over to Best Buy to grab a copy. You weren’t about to let this one little mishap ruin the night you had planned.

*

You shivered against the cold October night’s air and pulled your hoodie tighter around you as you walked through the parking lot from your car to the store. You headed straight to the DVD section, not even bothering to ask an employee for help, and went in search of the movie. You found it easily, on a display right in front of the section, and reached for it. Just as your hand grasped the last copy of Friday the 13th someone else grabbed onto it as well. You were about to tell whoever just grabbed the movie to back off until you turned to look at the person and saw Frank standing there.

“Well what are the odds,” you chuckled.

“Surprising that I didn’t run into you in the hallway,” he said, chuckling along with you.

“That is very surprising,” you nodded. “So horror movie fan I take it.”

Now it was Frank’s turn to nod. “I love horror movies. Especially the classics. Went to search through my collection and for some reason this one is missing.”

“I had the same problem, although I’m pretty sure my ex took it when he moved out to spite me.”

“Yeah well, Chris did seem like a giant asshole.”

“You hit the nail on the head with that one,” you agreed.

“Go on and take it. I can always call one of my friends and borrow it from them,” Frank said, finally releasing the DVD case.

You thanked him and he turned to walk away. As he started to leave you got an idea.

“Hey Frank?” you called out and he turned back to you. “Why don’t we split the cost of the movie and watch it at my place? I’ve got beer and popcorn.”

Frank thought it over for a second before giving you a smile and a nod. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

You grinned and followed him over to the register. After splitting the cost of the movie and some bags of candy you both headed out to the parking lot and your cars. You promised to meet each other at the elevator in the parking lot and headed to your building.

*

Frank followed you into your apartment and shut the door behind him as you told him to make himself at home. You took off your hoodie, hung it on the back of one of your chairs and kicked off your shoes and Frank followed suit. You handed him the bag containing the DVD and candy before heading into the kitchen.

“Can you get the movie started? I’ll make the popcorn and grab us some beers,” you called over your shoulder.

“No problem,” Frank replied and went to work taking the plastic off the DVD case and getting the movie going.

You busied yourself with getting the popcorn maker started and grabbed two beers from the fridge. You headed back into the living room and handed Frank a beer as he sat down on the couch before setting your beer on the coffee table. Once you were sure Frank was comfortable you went back into the kitchen to finish up the popcorn. After adding some butter and salt you went back in the living room, turned off the lights and took a seat on the couch next to Frank, placing the bowl of popcorn in your lap.

“Is this home made?” Frank asked, pressing play on the DVD.

“It is,” you smirked. “So much better than the microwave stuff.”

Frank nodded in agreement as he grabbed a handful and shoved it in his mouth, causing you to giggle. You did your best to focus on the movie then, but you were having a difficult time. You’d seen the movie a thousand times and because of that you found yourself glancing over at Frank fairly often. You couldn’t believe your luck that he’d agreed to come over and watch the movie with you. You’d been crushing on him from afar for years, even while you were with your ex, and the fact that he was sitting on your couch watching a movie with you completely baffled you.

When the popcorn and candy was gone and the movie was finally over Frank stopped the DVD and you went to turn on the lights.

“Well, this was definitely much better than the night I originally had planned,” you pointed out.

“The night watching this by yourself or the cancelled plans?”

“Both,” you smiled.

“I’m glad you invited me over,” he smiled. “It’s definitely better watching movies with someone else. Especially the scary ones.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you jump at every little thing and it’s adorable,” he chuckled.

“I do not! I’ve seen this movie a thousand times! It doesn’t scare me.”

“It kinda does,” he replied. “You were practically in my lap at one point.”

You laughed and shook your head. You went to protest but realized he was right. You may know this movie like the back of your hand but the kills always made you jump.

“Okay, fine, so the some of the stuff still gets me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Next time we watch a horror movie I swear I won’t jump at the scary parts.”

“Next time?”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…I just –”

“Y/N/N, relax,” he chuckled. “I’m messing with you. There should definitely be a next time.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Absolutely. I’ve been trying to muster up the balls to ask you out ever since Chris moved out. I’m actually kinda glad you did it first. Takes the pressure off me. But since it’s still really early why don’t we do the second movie now and make next time dinner?”

It took you a second to compose yourself and find the words you were looking for.

“Okay,” you smiled. “Next time dinner. Now how about we watch Halloween?”

“Halloween sounds perfect. Do you have it? Or should we head back to Best Buy?”

“I have it,” you chuckled. “I know that for sure. Go grab us some more beers and I’ll put the movie in.”

Frank gave you a smile and nodded before getting off the couch and heading into the kitchen while you looked for the DVD. You found it with ease, coming across it on your search for Friday the 13th earlier, and popped it into the DVD player just as Frank came back into the room with fresh beers for the two of you. You resumed your places on the couch and started up the movie.

[i-dont-look-good-i-look-great]

Who I Am 3

A/N: Oh my gosh I haven’t posted for the longest time ever 😅😅😅 But really... Been through some tough events these past months but I’m happy and glad that they are over. I can start anew! Anyways please enjoy!

Part 1  Part 2  

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I gulp, my heart racing as I stare at the bloody sword that points at me.

“You…” The man spoke, crouching down to look at me closer. “You look familiar.”

I tilt my head a little, confused on how a stranger like him would’ve or might’ve know me to think I look familiar to him. I look at him closely, examining him and wondering how I got into such a situation.

A few hours earlier ~

I sat down on a fallen tree, relieve that we are finally resting. On the way here, Aihime had gotten a little fever, so we are slowly making our way to Owari. According to Inuchiyo, if we continue walking, we’ll make it by nightfall. However, I insist on resting to check up on Aihime and hoping she didn’t push herself too much.

Inuchiyo had taken Aihime down from his back and sat her down next to me.

“Stay here,” Inuchiyo says as he starts going through his bag. “I’ll go find us some water.”

I pull off my coat and cover Aihime with it, hoping it’ll keep her warm.

“Thank you.” Aihime smiles at me. “I’m sorry. I’m just holding you and Inuchiyo back… I’m always sick and weak.”

“It’s okay.” I move closer to her, wrapping an arm around her. “I’m sure you’re not weak.”

Aihime sighs, leaning her head on my shoulder. “You don’t understand Aki,” she says, sadness in her voice. “I’m always bring you down. I have no skills, no passion and no interest… Unlike you, you can dance, you can write, read and play the koto…”

“Don’t say that.” I pat her head. “I’m proud of you just the way you are. Besides, I can always teach you. No matter what happens, I won’t let you feel like this anymore. If you are committed, Aihime.”

Aihime laughs. “You know I can’t stay committed!” She pouts.

“Your lessons start as soon as we get to town!” I pinch her cheeks.

After waiting for a while, I start to worry since he hasn’t return. Looking up at the sky, I realize that the sun is about to set within a few hours.

“Aihime,” I spoke, standing up. “Can you wait here by yourself? Inuchiyo hasn’t return for a while, I’m going to go to look for him.”

Aihime nods at me.

“Okay, stay here.” I pat her shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

Leaving Aihime alone, I walk the way I saw Inuchiyo went earlier. While walking, I shout out Inuchiyo’s name, hoping that he’ll respond when he heard me calling. I came upon two paths, one leading uphill while one lead downhill. Not sure which one to take, I look for human footprints. If Inuchiyo might’ve came upon this path, then surely there would be footprints. I found little footprints on the path that leads uphill and thinking that maybe Inuchiyo might’ve gone this way, I head up the path.

For some reasons the path got a little… bushy? The more I walk, the more weeds and bushes I pass by. I suddenly got a gut feeling that I might’ve taken the wrong path and I’m just going to get myself in some trouble. Suddenly, I see a cabin! I was starting to get relieve and will definitely give Inuchiyo a lecture later but again, I still got a bad feeling in my gut. However I ignored it and continue.

“Inuchiyo?” I call out as I walk towards the cabin. “Inuchiyo. Where are you? Inuchiyo?”

When I got to the cabin, I try opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge so I step back a little and ran right into the door, breaking it open. I was expecting to see Inuchiyo in here or something however I began to panic when I see that the cabin was empty. Right when I was about to turn and run away, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and instantly, everything went black.

I wasn’t sure how long I blackout, but, I was woken up when I felt something cold and wet poured all over me. Waking up, I can hear people talking and for some reason my arms and wrist are sore. Looking up, I see three men and try to move, only to realize that my hands have been tied behind my back, which explains the soreness.

“Oh you’re up.” One of the men smiles creepily at me.

“I told you, we should’ve just taken her somewhere, screw her up and push her dead body over a cliff.” Another said, glaring at the man who just spoke to me.

“Oh come on man!” The last one laughs. “Why kill her when we can fuck her whenever we want? Or! Sell her for thousands!”

I panic just listening to them talk, I look down and felt a little relieve when I see that they haven’t search me… yet.

“What do you want from me?” I ask. “Please, just let me go. Whatever you are doing, I don’t care! I won’t tell anyone. Please just let me go.”

“Now, now.” The first man who spoke me grins. “How can we when you are a treasure what happen to stumble upon us? Do you know how much we get if we sell you? Or…” He suddenly walks closer to me, reaching a finger up to trace my jaw. “My buddies and I can have a good and fun time with you first.”

His finger slide down from my jaws, to my neck then to my chest. He parts my yukata and frowns when he sees the binding.

“What are you hiding under here huh?” He asks.

I quickly move back. “Nothing.” I spoke. “I’m not hiding anything. Nothing but a big ugly scar.”

The men all laugh.

“Then show us,” the second man spoke. “We’ll make sure you love your scar after showing us.”

I am panicking so much that it hurts to stay calm and plan something to lead them away from touching or violating me. Akihime you’ve got to think quick! Think quick! I told myself while biting my lip so hard I feel like it could bleed any second. I finally and suddenly thought of something!

“Wait!” I stop them from inching towards me. “If you untie me, I’ll show you everything myself.”

I am hoping my plan works. The plan is to act like I’m into them but then headbutts them and just make a run for it.

“Untie you?” One of them laughs. “Do you think we’re dumb?”

“Of course not,” I force a seducing smile and stands up. “Why force me when I’m willing to give it to you all? Besides, I’m not into bondage much. So… untie me and I’ll do it myself, or don’t untie me and be disappointed that you didn’t get a chance to get as much pleasure.”

They all raise their eyebrows, giving me a suspicious look.

“Oh please.” I smile, still hoping it’s seducing enough. “I’ve had plenty of experience. I have to say, they all say I’m the best. However you don’t have to believe me. The choice is always yours.”

They all look at each other before turning around to talk it out. They were all whispering so I couldn’t hear them much but when they were done, one of them walks towards me, behind me and unties me. Judging from their actions, they took my offer. I force myself to smile sweetly at them while walking to the man that said he wanted to screw me and sell me. I reach both hands up to his shoulders and quickly knee him hard in his manhood, push him to the other two and bolt through the door.

I ran and did not look back once, listening to them cursing behind me. Once outside, I am surprise that the sun had just set but now isn’t the time to be surprised about timing because I’ve got three horny and murderous men chasing me! Behind me, I can only feel as if they were getting closer and closer to me.

I look behind me once and before I can even look up, I ran right into something. I fell straight to the ground and I began to panic. If I bump into one of their buddies, this is the end of me. I look up, tears in my eyes, only to see a man’s cold gaze staring back at me.

“There she is!” I heard them yelling from behind me. “Get her! You’re dead meat bitch!”

I turn back to look at them, my heart racing and I start to pray for someone to save me. Anyone. I don’t care who it is, just save me! The moment I heard the sound of a sword unsheathing behind me, I lost hope. The man behind me is probably one of them and he’s going to kill me. I took in serval breaths and close my eyes, ready for the blade to meet my skin. However it never did, I heard the footsteps of the man behind me run pass me and then the screams from the other three men.

I open my eyes, horrified when I see this man take the life of those men. I gasp but cover my mouth with my hands. For the first time in my life, I witness a man end some lives and all I can think of was the amount of blood that shed right in front of me. My mind went blank and I stare as the man looks over his shoulder and walks towards me. When he was within inches, he raises his bloody sword and points it at me.

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That’s right, this man standing in front of me, pointing a bloody sword at me, is the man who just saved me, possibly also my killer.

“H-How can we have possibly met?” I ask, shaking.

“Hm,” he frowns, lowering his sword before swinging it to get rid of the blood and sheath it back. “Kyoto.”

My heart skips a heart. I look up at him again. Oh. My. It’s him! Lord Nobune… Nobunaga! I blush instantly, remembering our awkward meeting and I just have to run into him once more for our second meeting.

“L-Lord… Nobunaga.” I spoke his name nervously.

“So you remember my name, woman.” Lord Nobunaga grins. “Let me ask you, what are you doing in my territory?” He asks, peering into my face once again.

I got up, dusting myself off. “I… I am here with my younger sister and our childhood friend to come serve the lord of Owari… wait did you just say territory?!”

Lord Nobunaga grins. “Yes, I am the lord of Owari.” He looks at me up and down. “Oda, Nobunaga.”

I panic and for a moment I want him to just unsheathe his sword and end me right now! I didn’t expect this man to be lord of Owari!

“Now tell me,” He spoke once more. “You and whom are going to serve me? How will I know you aren’t spies sent by my enemies? Tell me, woman. Do you think I’ll accept you easily?”

His questions struck me hard. I have nothing of how I am going to give him proof that we are not spies sent by his enemies. I look down, not knowing how to answer him. He suddenly grabs my wrist hard and force me to look at him.

“Answer me,” He demands.

“I don’t know how to prove to you!” I respond, trying my best to shake his grip off me. “How can I show you proof when I don’t have anything?! Inuchiyo is just a fearless and a hothead that is overprotected and loves to fight! My sister and I are just daughters of a single mother who taught us how to cook! How can I give you the evidence you want?! Please! You’re hurting me!”

Lord Nobunaga lets go of me. “Inuchiyo? Maeda Inuchiyo?”

“H-how do you know him?” I ask him.

Lord Nobunaga did not answer me, but his eyes scan me, looking me up and down. He suddenly gives me a creepy grin.

“What?” I ask.

“You can prove it with your body.” Lord Nobunaga says unexpectedly

I look down and realize that the cloth binding my chest had loosen and the part of my breasts is showing. Quickly, I cover my chest with my arms.

“Are you crazy?” I glare at him. “You want me to sleep with you? And you haven’t told me how you know Inuchiyo.

“He’s not important right now.” Lord Nobunaga reaches a hand over and trace my jaw line, his eyes on me. “Surely, you’ve dated before, no?” He spoke. “You’ve probably already done all these naughty and lustful things didn’t you? So why would I be different?”

“T-the difference is that I’m a virgin!” I spoke, moving away from his touch. “How will this even prove to you that we aren’t spies? If you wanted someone to sleep with then you could’ve hired one from the district.”

He didn’t answer my question, but instead reach into his pocket and threw something at me. “I’ll be waiting for you answer,” he turns around, walking away. “The choice is yours. If you choose right, maybe it will be easier. Maybe I’ll even tell you who Maeda Inuchiyo really is.”

I watch him walk away before looking down at what he threw at me. He had given me a small badge with the Oda crest, which I’m guessing is a pass through the gates? Frustrated, I walk away, trying to find the way back before it gets darker.

“Aki!” Aihime cries as she runs up and hugs me hard. “I’m so worried! You’ve been gone for hours and Inuchiyo and I couldn’t find you!”

“Ai-Aihime,” I try pushing her off me. “It’s okay… I’m safe.”

“Where have you been?” Inuchiyo ask with a heavy sigh of relief. “We’ve been searching for you for hours.”

I frown and gave him a little cold glare. “If you haven’t been gone for so long maybe I wouldn’t have gone after you.”

I walk Aihime and sat down with her while patting her head and calming her down. I began to tell them why I was gone for so long and about the bandits, however I didn’t tell them about Lord Nobunaga.

“Then a mysterious man came out of nowhere and saved me.” I sigh. “If it isn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Aki!” Aihime cries again. “Oh my heavens I can’t believe someone did that you!” She rubs her face on mine while wrapping her arms around me. “What would I ever do if you didn’t make it! Aki! Please promise me you’ll never do this ever again. Aki!”

“I-I promise!” I smile at her, calming her down. “I’ll never leave again!”

After regrouping with Inuchiyo and Aihime, we all continue walking until we reach town and was able lucky enough to get a hotel. That night, I, for some reason could not sleep at all. I kept thinking about what Lord Nobunaga had said to me. What does he mean when he said it’ll be easier? What if he’s just some pervert that pretends to be The Lord Nobunaga and just wants to sleep with me? I sigh heavy and close my eyes, telling myself that maybe all the things he said to me isn’t true, this may not even be the real Lord Nobunaga, and everything will be easy.

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Boy was I wrong! The three of us sat down in front of THE Lord Nobunaga and all that I can think was how much I’ve betrayed myself last night. Sitting with his legs crossed on the dais, Lord Nobunaga, the man I met yesterday and the man who saved me, looks down at all of us. The tension was so tense I can feel all eyes on us and everyone in the room can heard my heart beat like a running horse.

Lord Nobunaga suddenly smiles. “My answer is… no.”

At this moment, I finally understand what his words mean. I look up at Lord Nobunaga, my eyes glaring at him. He returns my stare, giving me a small smirk.

“How can you prove me your loyalty?” He proceeds to ask question. “Until you prove me your loyalty, you and these two ladies, can become part of my clan.”

“Milord,” Inuchiyo spoke. “What can we do?”

Once again, Lord Nobunaga looks at me really quick before looking back at Inuchiyo. “That is something for you to solve.” He stood up. “Leave.”

And like that, we had to leave the castle.

“I can’t believe it,” Inuchiyo sighs. “Why can’t we get in? I’m sorry girls.”

Truthfully, maybe it was me who should be sorry. I look down, my nails digging into the skin of my palms. I understand everything now. He must’ve mean that if I don’t sleep with him, he’ll never allow us to be part of his clan. Me sleeping with him was basically the key or our only way to plead our align. I am frustrated. Not at anyone but at myself and Lord Nobunaga.

Sitting in our room in an inn, I thought. I thought for a long, long while. I did not leave to go explode town with Aihime and Inuchiyo when they ask me to. I sat there, in the middle of the room, thinking. By the time I open the window to look out, the sun was already setting. I look down and see Inuchiyo and Aihime both walking towards the inn, both were talking and laughing. I rest my head on my arms, listening to them laugh and feeling the gentle breeze blow. One last deep breath, I’ve made my mind.

I pretend to sleep that night and snuck out when Aihime and Inuchiyo were both sleeping. Holding the clan badge in my hand, I made my way to Azuchi castle. As expected, the guards stop me.

“You!” One of them spoke. “Who are you? What business do you have here in the middle of the night?”

“I’m here to see Lord Nobunaga.” I said, showing them the badge.

The guards seem shocked. They took the badge from me and took out theirs. Seeing that the badges were all the same, they called another guard to fetch someone. It was a little annoying that I had to wait outside like this for a while but then the person they fetch finally came. I look at the man and examine him. He looks like someone I’ve met before.

“Ah, you.” The man smiles. “From Kyoto. And today.”

Ah yes him! The man who was with Lord Nobunaga when we had that little incident in Kyoto. No wonder he looks so familiar.

“My name is Akechi Mitsuhide, Please, call me Lord Mitsuhide.” He spoke. “I believe your name is Hashira Akihime?”

I nod my head. “Yes,” I bow to him. “Please, I must see Lord Nobunaga. It’s important.”

Lord Mitsuhide raises his brows. “In the middle of the night?”

“Yes,” I respond.

Lord Mitsuhide turns to the guards, they quickly show him the badge I gave them. Mitsuhide took the badge, a frown on his face.

“No wonder why he told me he lost his badge!” Lord Mitsuhide shook his head. “This man gave it away!.” Lord Mitsuhide then turns to me. “Excuse me, Miss,” he spoke. “Where might you found this?”

“Lord Nobunaga gave it to me.” I reply. “He saved me in the forest from bandits. He gave it to me and told me to come to him when I thought of a way to repay him.”

“Does it have to be tonight?” Lord Mitsuhide ask.

“It has to be tonight.” I demand.

A worry look on his face, Lord Mitsuhide though for a while before looking back at me. “Follow me.”

I follow him through the gates. He leads me through the castle and stops at a door, which I assume is Lord Nobunaga’s chamber. He knocks on the door.

“Lord Nobunaga,” He says. “You have a visitor.”

“Come in.” The voice inside spoke.

Lord Mitsuhide opens the door and lead me inside. Once inside, I look forward, seeing Lord Nobunaga sitting behind his desk, writing on some papers.

“I have a visitor you say, Mitsuhide?” Lord Nobunaga says, not looking up. “Who would want to visit me in the middle of the night?”

“I can’t believe you lied to me Lord Nobunaga!” Lord Mitsuhide suddenly scolds Lord Nobunaga. “Instead you gave it to a young lady? Lord Nobunaga how many times do I need to explain you to how dangerous this is?!”

Lord Nobunaga didn’t answer, but instead he looks up. He looks at me then to Lord Mitsuhide.

“Leave, Mitsuhide,” he spoke. “I have business with this woman.”

Lord Mitsuhide looks like he wanted to argue, however he didn’t and instead just sighs before walking up to the table, places the badge down, bows then leaves, shutting the door behind him. After hearing Lord Mitsuhide’s footsteps fade, Lord Nobunaga turns to me.

“Your answer?” He smirks a little, placing his brush down.

“Under one condition.” I said coldly. “Inuchiyo, Aihime and I, will serve you.”

Lord Nobunaga laughs. “Maeda’s been serving me.” Lord Nobunaga pushes his table aside. “Ah. I also have a condition. Do not fall in love with me. Deal?”

I frown. “What? He’s been serving you?”

“Deal?” He looks me dead in the eyes.

I sigh heavily and bit my lips. “Deal.”

TBC~~~~~~~

@kitty-kat-ty

@parawhore212

[dearmyblank]

mozart,

i’m not good at being romantic. i’m not good at a lot of things, ha ha, but honestly — it’s my natural reaction to scoff and roll my eyes at anything sweet and mushy. this is all still new to me, and i’ve been stressing for a few weeks over what to do for you for valentines day (and your birthday), even though it was like a month away.

it’s probably a little embarrassing, but i thought that maybe creating a blog was a good idea. i thought, maybe, it would show you a handful of times i was thinking of you without you knowing. i thought, maybe, it would be a way to show you all of these words i can never manage to get out when we’re talking. what usually happens is later, after i’m home, i end up shouting my deepest feelings into the void. and i know you need to feel loved and appreciated, so gathering up all the little details that i cherish and posts that made me think of you and linking you to them, i don’t know… it just seemed like a decent idea, even though it’ll be an unorganized mess. i hope i’m not wrong.

and i hope it doesn’t scare you away.

i’m a little sentimental looking back at the things i wrote for you just a handful of months ago. it’s not a lot of time, but it just passed me by. we have come so far and i don’t even know how. it’s like i blinked and we were here, and everything else is a beautiful, painful, wonderful blur.

i remember when we first met, and my mom talked to you in the car ride more than i did. i remember how i was standing awkwardly (as i do) in line with you, and you tried desperately to make conversation and it didn’t seem to go anywhere because i’m really bad at that and i was really nervous. i’m sure it was noticeable. you asked about the last time i saw your sister and the cat scratches on my arm and i gave painfully short answers and couldn’t force myself to make eye contact. i remember how after the bullshit about the “buy one get one” ticket prices we finally got in and i began to feel more comfortable with you and after a couple of hours my worries had subsided, even though the awkwardness… did not. sorry. i remember how you said my shoes were cute and you teased me about my height so i stood on my toes and then you stood on your toes and it defeated the purpose. i remember how we walked through the barn and you said “that was depressing”. i remember how you picked the green seat because you knew it was my favorite color. i remember you telling me about some girl you rode the ferris wheel with the year before and i remember how sweet you sounded when you asked if you could hold my hand for the last five minutes, and how i thought it was strange that i wanted you to.

i definitely fell for you on that day. i mean, i was oblivious to that, but looking back… you’d already won my heart. i’m sure you know that, though. i think you won my heart long before i ever saw you in person. i’d already written letters to you and admitted to myself that i was crushing, and my whole family had already picked up on it. but seeing you was probably a confirmation for my feelings.

when you walked away to sit at the benches by yourself i wanted nothing more than to walk over and hug you, but i felt like that would be overstepping my boundaries so i stood back for a little while instead until i could finally get myself to approach and ask if you were okay. i hugged you when we dropped you back off, and even though i spent the rest of the night and the entire next day feeling motion sick as hell, it was worth it. i was happier than i had been in a long time. just thinking about the way the scrambler kept tossing me toward you made me smile for days.

looking back on that is… strange. isn’t it? it seems like years ago. i feel like i was a different person back then. i kept the band and wrote the date on the back. i still have it. i still have the airsoft bbs from the day we shot at each other in the backyard. i still have the vape juice box you left at my house, all the notes you’ve written, even your coffee lid my sister stabbed from christmas eve. i still have the broken shell and the rock you picked out from the night at the walking trail and the pocket knife you left me. i guess i’m a pretty sentimental person. lowkey. but i feel like i’m getting off topic, so, moving on.

back when i was being stubborn about labels and insisting i wasn’t ready for a relationship — and i wasn’t, but i don’t regret saying yes to you — it was so cute how you asked me to kiss you on the cheek, then asked if i wanted a real kiss. i had thought about kissing you so many times. it was nice. actually not as awkward as i would have imagined, though that may surprise you. i’m glad i have gotten to kiss you many more times since then.

that same day, earlier when we went main street, i heard you play piano for the first time in person. i remember how you analyzed the weapons for sale in all of the stores and threw an arm around my neck when i was looking at some display. i remember how you made sure i wasn’t hungry or thirsty. i remember how i asked you to slow down driving to your dad’s and you did even though you probably thought i was being stupid. i remember how you kissed me on the side of the head every time you reached for a new card and how you kept your hand on my leg under the table so i felt calmer about being around people i didn’t know, and the look you wore when i was called your girlfriend even though i was not your girlfriend then.

i feel like so many things have changed… but i am still very much in love with you. i still hang onto all of the things you do even if you don’t realize it. if anything, i love you more now than then. i know that i have a lot of doubts and insecurities and sometimes i hit stupid, weird mental blocks, but beneath all of that i still love you. i am grateful that you’ve been patient with me in more ways than you should have to be. i am so grateful that you give me chances to be myself, whoever that person is. i am grateful for all of the reassurance and the gifts (from pepper spray to pennies to coats to jewelry) and the fact that you ever gave me a shot to begin with. i’m grateful you convinced me to take the leap and make things official. i am so, so grateful you are you and you exist and we are currently intertwined in this roller coaster of life.

i also remember how it felt to lose you… almost lose you? even if it was just a handful of days, it sucked. it was the worst feeling climbing out of your car thinking i was never going to see you again. i don’t know how i made it to my bed before i fell apart and i don’t know how long i cried but i know i’ve never shed so many tears over another person before. i know you don’t believe in god and you’d think it was ridiculous, but i kept asking him for some more time, for just one more month with you because i wasn’t ready to let go. i was pissed and i kept thinking about how i’d never be able to kiss you or hug you or even sit with you again and it brought on more tears when i thought i was all out. i brushed it off with my family and pretended i was fine because i didn’t want to admit how far i’d fallen but for the record, i was far from fine, and it was both painful and comforting how you continued to talk to me the same way you had been.

i think you’re the only person in the world with the potential to break my heart.

it was such a relief when you said that you guessed it wasn’t over for either of us then, and you put your relationship status back up. i was confused because we didn’t really confirm that we were ‘back together’ but i didn’t care because that meant i had more time. i’m glad that it was longer than a month even if that was all i had the nerve to ask for. i’m glad you’ve put so much work in. i do notice it. i promise i do. i don’t call it out but all of the little things you say and do to make me more comfortable, to make things smoother, to make me smile, whether they’re intentional or not, i notice.

i’m sorry that sometimes i don’t reply in a timely manner, sometimes because i am writing things like this, but i never intentionally ignore you. i am always thinking of you and ready for the next message. i have never gotten tired of talking to you and trying to understand your explanations about piano pieces, or watching random videos you send me. i have never not wanted to talk about you, and sometimes i catch myself rambling on about random things about you or bringing you up in unrelated conversations and i have to stop myself. i have never not wanted to see you, and that puts you on a very short list of probably three people i never want to avoid. i’ve been feeling real shitty lately in all sorts of ways and i told you there was nothing you could do but i might’ve been wrong because after spending just an hour with you i felt all of the negativity that had been weighing me down drain away. when you fell asleep with your head in my lap and i kept petting your hair i found myself thinking — well, mainly two things. how cute you look sleeping, and that i was okay again.

i have no idea what the future holds, but i still like imagining you in it. you make my life much better. as much as i am afraid to get my hopes up and cannot shake the idea that you’ll find better, all of me will continue to want all of you. i love you. more than i love cheese and pasta. i love you more than i fear getting hurt. pet pet.

- anything else.

[abyssiniana]

«Have a Little Patience»

A Svemelle fanfic for @svenweek! I wanted to share my love for this underappreciated bean even though I’m a bit late for the event ;;;

Read it on >> AO3 << or under the cut.

The notion of time was something that very easily slipped between Sven’s fingertips, the sand in the hourglass showing palpable signs of passage in its rising levels but no footsteps whatsoever. He existed, he could think, he had needs and desires and fears, and shed a tear or two when he stubbed his toe like any healthy human being.

But time in space was a complicated matter, too slow or too fast or around dinner time, and in the enormous galactic scale, what was another loaded gun pointed at an Altean? The sense of purpose was diminished into a crushing nothingness in a reality where time was as ephemeral as life itself, a rush to get home earlier on a friday evening but the highway is never ending and the sun isn’t quite setting and you ignore the warnings about the ice on the sides of the road, keep your heavy boot on the accelerator and the road comes to an early end and you keep begging “It’s too soon, so soon, there’s so much to do--”

Now that he thought of guns, he realized, a frown darkening his Northern features - not like space had a credible “North” with associated general traits, he had to fix his vocabulary -; he never missed a shot unless he meant to, but he missed her head for more than a few inches, like, it wasn’t even close. It haunted Sven for nights in a row, but not the shot, the hell with the missed green light shot, it was her who tormented his mind. Gorgeous blanched gold in her hair and eyes of an amethyst freshly pulled from the depths of hollow agates in volcanic caves, skin pale but rosy on the cheeks and the tip of the perky nose. She was beautiful and perfect and the walking epitome of sugar, spice and everything nice but then…

Her marks.

Little crescent moons laying on top of her cheekbones, a gentle turquoise to go with her righteous attitude, determination worthy of a warrior in the eyes of a princess, delicacy and passion, simple attraction and downright want, a contradiction when Sven fought against everything her mere existence stood for.

An Altean. A sinfully, painfully, deliciously beautiful Altean.

Sven wasn’t sure of the nature of the contents the alien bartender had spilled into his glass, but whatever that lilac liquid was, it had traveled right down and hit him in a nasty spot; if he knew his intolerance well, which he did, the alcohol would be traveling right back up his throat soon enough. Nunvill more like Dumb-ville, Sven Holgersson’s hometown. Total population: one (1), en, uno, just this dimwitted nerd right here, with the buzzing neon arrow shaped sign above his head that read “THIS IS THE SOLE CITIZEN OF DUMBVILLE, THE IDIOT WHO ASKED AN ALTEAN, WHOM HE WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL, OUT ON A DATE”.

His forehead met the flat surface of the black counter at the intergalactic bar with a thud muted by the loud music that drowned the whole environment in this hazy cloud of induced comfort.

But time, yes, he had a point earlier. Time was an issue, much more so in space. Time zones were confusing enough back home on Earth, but with several quadrants and a multitude of gravitational pulls and people who simply did not carry a watch or share the same calendar, the blond Altean was late. Or so Sven thought. Maybe he was the one who was there too early; or maybe she wouldn’t come at all. Perhaps she was laughing with her assigned platoon, mocking the rebel fighter who had the nerve to forget his place, his ethics and morals and soldier training, for the selfish request of a pretty lady accompanying him for dinner.

Time was consuming and Sven was nursing it further away with a bad drink and broken hopes.

A pair of mutant gorillas regulated the entrance, determining if certain attendants were allowed inside - that seemed like a pretty useless or poorly done job since Sven had walked right in without being asked anything at all, the two guards excitedly discussing something in their native language. The bartender had several arms poking out of his sides, similarly to his friend Slav, only he was not nearly as chatty, thank the Lord. He offered no more than a nod at the orders and brought them back without as much as a smile, and that was as much as the customers were allowed to ask of him. That worked just fine for Sven. His exploring gaze evaluated the whole glass structure, the bubble shape of the aquarium in the center of the circular bar showcasing a pretty mermaid-like creature, her golden trinkets glistening in the faint blue glow as she danced with virtually rehearsed moves to a nearly mute rhythm, eyes like lifeless marbles. Was she even alive? Hard to tell. Almost as hard was to hear the ambiance music; unless he closed his eyes, it would be impossible to feel the theta binaural pulses, sound waves with a frequency that resonated in the theta range. It numbed the weight of his mind like some sort of auditive drug. Where was this lo-fi vibe coming from? Had he drank enough already, he would believe it was coming from inside his body rather than the embedded speakers in the limits of the area.

Why had he chosen this place anyway? The rush of the assault to an Altean commoner base allowed little time to chat with the enemy, and a pamphlet for this lousy establishment in an otherwise vacant moon was the closest thing he could grab and hold towards the girl with the excuse of an invitation.

Oh, how embarrassing it had been; were it physically possible to merge with the counter and hide his shame any further, he would, at the memory of his dumbstruck face pointing at the damn paper and then handling it to the girl with a collection of grunts because what were words when he practically brain farted in the presence of the most beautiful girl in the Universe? He hadn’t even gathered enough balls to open his mouth to speak; he didn’t ask her name nor offered his own. He simply pointed at the paper advertising the anniversary special with live music performances and and hoped she would pick up what he meant. She nodded so he assumed as much...?

You’re making an idiot of yourself, Holgersson.

Sven considered getting up to leave more than once - if he didn’t look anyone in the eye on his way out he might sell the lie that he had planned on going by himself all along and not been shamefully stood up - but when he glanced at the hooded figure who approached him, he immediately changed his mind.

In fact, his mind fuses went short-circuit and stopped working all together mid-action, as he was awkwardly half-standing up half-about-to-sit-back-down on the bar stool. It was her. She had come. He stuttered; after so long waiting, he hadn’t even thought of what to do should she actually join him.

Her dark blue cloak covered most of her face, nervous eyes glancing from side to side. He couldn’t help but to notice the bandages that covered the highest point of her cheekbones. Her marks were occult, skin reddened enough to make her beautiful eyes teary. Was she hurt?

“F-Forgive my lateness…” She whispered, as if it were a secret. As if they were a secret, but then it hit him that they really had to be. Were an Altean general to show up alone in a public bar, chances were she’d be glared to death, her presence terrifying those who were there. Certainly, she wasn’t allowed to leave her post as she pleased. Her absence could be reported to the Empress. Sven was aware that Empress Allura was nothing short of relentless when it came to underlings straying from their duties. This gorgeous Altean was taking a huge risk just for standing here, fraternizing with the enemy.

Was that why her marks were hidden?

Oh, she was breathtaking.

“I meant to appear sooner, but... There’s been a little incident.” Her face grew flustered as she fidgeted, her gestures frantic in a lack of words to explain. Sven wanted to say it was okay, that he was glad for the simple fact that he got to see her again - heck, he could die happy right about now - but his mouth hung agape, no words daring to spill through his parted lips. Her hand curled around his wrist and he was tugged towards the back of the establishment, a corridor leading to the bathrooms.

There were several outcomes to escaping to the darkest corner of a night bar; it was either the elected spot for a heated makeout session or the perfect crime scene. His body wouldn’t be found unless someone decided to take a piss, or when the closing hours approached and the establishment owner would come to check the bathrooms to make sure the clients had all left.

Whatever the sequel to this scape, Sven was enthralled enough to accept.

Good God, she was stunning.

“D-Don’t laugh.” She made him promise as soon as they were away from prying eyes, with an adorably prominent pout - which he did, immediately, with a series of nods - before she pulled her hood off, having it rest around her shoulders. Indeed there were bandages covering the upper cheeks of her face, a bunch of tiny outbreaks of swollen, pale red bumps.

“I wanted to hide my heritage marks… should anyone recognize me… I didn’t want to cause you trouble for being seen with me! My friend lent me her cosmetic kit but then my skin became swollen and it stung a lot and it burned and now it’s like this!” She explained rapidly, the words overlapping each other in the rush, only ceasing when Sven rose his hand to touch her face, inspecting the allergy from up close, the rash confined to the area where the cosmetic had been applied. “You’re probably regretting even asking me to come… I’m sorry, I look hideous!”

No. God, no, that was not it.

He had no way with words, being the stoic-faced introvert his friends always accused him of being; thus, resorting to a more physical language, his lips came in contact with the surface of the bandages, a soft kiss placed on each, ceasing the tears that had been absorbed by the gauze. She became redder, to be quite honest, but Sven didn’t pay much of a mind to it, keeping her cute face framed by his big hands, thumbs caressing her jaw with affection.

“Never say that. You’re beautiful.”

As a young kid, Sven had this little night lamp to help him overcome the fear of the dark (it wasn't cool for boys to be afraid, Ma said at the time); and it did help him, that device made him fall in love with darkness because the cutout stars and dots on the surface of the lampshade created a small universe in the confinements of the bedroom, making it so much more immense and deep and fantastic and full of mysteries beyond the cracks on the walls or the stains on the sheets. It made him dream of being up there, bouncing from star to star, riding on a meteor or sliding on the rings of Saturn. His dream did come true, however in a more practical sense. There was no sliding off rings - if anything he'd fall through them -, he didn't ride meteors unless he had a crisp to death wish - he was close to, at times -, and the concept of bouncing off stars was less of a theme park kind of thing and more of an everyday task that involved vargas of voyage between astronomical bodies and the bounce effect was felt with gunshots, screams and scrapes in his armor. It wasn't until Sven reached the vastness of space that he realized he had never really lost his phobia; he had simply... Accepted it.

He lay back down in the rented bed of a lodging in a distant Solar System, sweat making the sheets stick to the end of his back. He thought of Earth, he thought of home, and then realized the magnitude of the distance between that little mountain house in Norway and his training in the Galaxy Garrison. He thought of Voltron and how they failed to answer the call of the Universe, petty humans who blundered the only chance, how his friends had died for nothing and his former partner strayed from good to side with his Altean heritage.

Truth was so dark, so raw, so sad. A jarring stab wound that drained the blood out of a nearly dead corpse. The Universe fell enslaved to a race of crazed mind-controllers, driven by the fake belief that peace had to be implemented in people’s minds rather than achieved through fair negotiation and common-sense. Enough blood had been spilled, ten thousand years of turmoil, death, fear, a peace-through-strength kind of permanent panic. When would the Alteans come for the two lovers who defied their rule?

Sleeping Romelle shifted in bed next to him, cuddling closer to his side, her delicate little hand resting over his abs, her cheek pressed against his bare chest. He traced a finger near her eyes, calloused fingers hovering the soft skin; the signs of allergy around her markings had disappeared so long ago - it had been close to a year since they began their occasional encounters, their I love you’s hushed by the opposing sides of the war they stood for.

In this rented bed, there was no war. No slavery. No death. Just them and their unscrupulous love, handwritten by Shakespeare with the inevitable imminence of tragedy. She had snorted at the funny name when Sven first mentioned it, her accent making it hard for the playwright’s name to roll around her tongue. He developed his point further in that conversation; they were both risking so much for the little they had, but in the universal scale of their flaming hearts it was so worth it. Love was worth withstanding anything that was sent their way.

She represented the cutout stars in the darkness, the spark of light in a world swarmed by danger, consternation and the permanent fear of being caught.

Sven had come to terms with his childish fear of the dark, but only for as long as he had the stars in Romelle’s eyes.

[theauthorunicorn]

Inevitable -  Part 9  | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Summary: Reader is an actress and was about to attend her boyfriend’s concert, Shawn’s when she met her inevitable fate.

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** Italics serves as flashback/memory.

Shawn

I found myself staring at door as my back pressed against the wall with my arms crossed in my chest. Mr. Y/L/N is pacing back and forth in the hallway while Mrs. Y/L/N was across to me leaning her head against the wall, a foot away from Y/N's door frame. The curtains in her room covered the window. No one is crying, now. I guess we've lost a lot of tears for her. Or we're just strong enough to know that shedding tears can't help her situation.

We haven't spoke a word since we are pulled away from her room. The silence can make anyone insane, thanks to Mr. Y/L/N thudding steps against the floor it keeps me sane till this moment.

I met Y/N three years ago in Japan, we had the same hotel when we stayed there. I was on tour and she was promoting her movie at that time. I knew her, I watched her movies and the television series she starred. I almost met her personally at one of the music award event where I am invited and luckily nominated. She presented an award at that time. She's so beautiful and the way she smiles can make you smile too. We had some mutual friends and they told me stories about her and almost spilled to them that I adored her and how much I wanted to talk and meet her personally. But, I hold back.

I knew she was in Japan at that time through her Instagram post, she took lovely photos that made me think that if she's not an actress she's probably a professional photographer. Her photos had stories. Most of time she posted pictures without her presence in it but when she's there it made the picture more dazzling and brighter. She's like a star in a blanket of darkness.

I followed her through her social accounts and liked a few photos of hers. It took weeks before she followed me.

I thought she was staying somewhere else, she haven't posted anything about her arrival in Japan except for one where her hands was out of the window car in the streets of Tokyo like it's breathing and embracing the enticing symmetry of the city. There's no caption scribbled in her post but the story whispered in my ears. We're in the same country and Japan is too small for me not to meet her.

I was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for my friends as we planned to walk around the city, it's noon and the only free time we had before preparing for the concert which takes place tomorrow night. I was in my phone scrolling over Instagram when a couple of bellman rushed in the hotel doors. I glanced at the door following there steps. I saw two familiar actors entering the hotel lobby as they stopped as if they're waiting for someone. I watched them closely because they acquainted someone I knew. I am in the couch with my back laying lazily in it as my legs crossed to each other and cutting my nails with my teeth.

A familiar figure stepped on the door and my heart started to beat abnormally.

"Y/N!" the male actor who I wished to remember his name called her but seeing her at the hotel where I am staying made me loose my sanity.

She sighed cutely as she tucked the man's arms tightly, she said loudly, "I slept in the car." they started laughing as the other man whispered something to her, it's inaudible in my position but probably he told her that's she was too loud. She immediately removed the earphones in her ears as she said, "I'm very sorry." she said repeatedly as she looked in every direction she thought was offended by her loud voice. She faced me and stared at me for a couple of seconds before mouthing 'I'm sorry' I smiled at her as I tried to type something useless in my phone instantly, implying that I was distracted by her loud voice and not making myself too obvious that her presence made this country even more exquisite.

They checked for like five minutes at the reception area and I glanced occasional times to them with their backs against to me. She leaned at the table revealing a side view of her face, smiling at her comrades. At that time, I decided not to look away from her.

The bellman started pushing their bags towards the elevator, they did too. She flipped her hair at the back of her shoulders and tucked the remaining strands over her left ear. She paused for a while placing her earphones and her phone in her backpack and looked at me, she smiled warmly as she said "Hi." with her hands waving at my direction. I smiled and waved back at her to acknowledge her sweet gesture and in that moment I completely loose my sanity over that smile.

In the later time of that day, I decided to see what's in the hotel buffet. I am too exhausted that my stomach began to growl.

I made my way down in the elevator, it's past dinner so I suppose no one will be there. I guess I'm right.

Three people was in the area, dining silently. I made my way to the area where they serve pastries, I grabbed a blueberry muffin to fill my hunger. When a woman's voice spoke my name behind my back, "Shawn Mendes, right?" with doubts as she spoke, leaving an eerie space between Shawn and Mendes. I slowly turned my back to see her, it was Y/N. I furrowed my brow at confusion. If this is a daydream or a nightmare but I wanted this to be real.

She cuts me with my dream as she spoke, "Oh, gods, thank god, I'm right." she spoke with much delight placing her hand in her chest as she inhaled deeply. "I'm Y/N, I saw you earlier at the lobby. Huge fan of your music." she said smiling.

I starred at her for minute. If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up, "Hey, Shawn are you there? Am I bothering you? If I do, I can, -" she said.

"No, no, no, no." I repeated consciously, "Hey." I smiled.

"All I got is a hey after my long introduction?" she joked.

I smirked as I looked at the floor, "It's unbelievable seeing you here."

"I was about to head out to stroll around the city," she inhaled, "but, I am hungry and I saw their luscious buffet and I just can't walk away from it." she explained she's a talker and I can listen to her all the day.

"Do you think it's okay if I can join you? I don't feel comfortable eating alone." she said as she waited for my response.

"Um, yeah, sure." I told her.

"Yeah, thanks, let me just grab a," she paused a moment, "croissant I hope it's good." she grabbed it as she looked at me. "Wait, do you mind holding my camera for a while." I nodded as she handed her camera to me. "Thanks." she puts a massive amount of butter over it and I chuckled.

"Do you like butter?" I asked her.

She nodded and accidentally touched my hand as she get her camera back.

"Thank you," she bowed, "So where do you want to sit?"

"Anywhere your comfortable, Y/N." She pointed at our left, it was a table with two chairs across to each other and a place intended for two person with deep talks.

I followed her footsteps to our place as I spoke to continue our conversation, "So, you really like photography, eh?"

"Yes, I do. Because through this," she waves her camera, "I can show to others how I see the word with my own perspective." she spilled as she took the chair to my right at the table. I regretted for not pulling off the chair for her. She settled her camera at her left. I managed to sit across her without fainting because if I can, I will, but I want to savor this moment.

"So you're here for a concert?" she asked as she cuts her croissant with such a delicate table manners and let's not neglect the fact that she knew I was her for a concert.

"Yes, this is my second stop here in Asia." I said as I watched her eat her croissant and she nodded slowly. "You're here for the premiere of your movie, right?"

"Mmm," she mumbled. She's not talking but I can see in her eyes as words that can build beautiful poetry, the way her hair fell apart from her messy bun is so distracting and those smile, those smile, it was exceptional, I wonder what the world had done to earn it.

She talked a lot and I am glad listening to it. She's a talker, I hardly inserted my thoughts with her because she kept throwing hers. I was whirlwind by words she uttered, she told me how she likes photography, how she loved reading books that she collected vast of those. She also inserted why she fell asleep in the car earlier because the plane ride was too bumpy and she didn't get enough sleep. I smiled at her for the whole time we're eating, she asked me several questions about my life, my career, about music.

We stood from where are eating forty-five minutes later. She grabbed her camera through the tripod attached to her camera.

"Uhm," I mumbled, struggling of which words should be in my next sentence, "I can invite you to my concert tomorrow night. I can give you a pass. For free. If you want to watch it." I said smiling, calmly, though my heart is pounding to an utter disaster and my lungs doing it's best to sustain my breathing.

"Oh, that's very sweet, Shawn." she said happily as she tucked my arms. I can say now that she's the type of girl who loves to talk and clings a lot and I am not complaining. "But, I'm very sorry to decline it." she said frowning, "the premiere will be tomorrow night and I can't go to your event." I nodded, as I took a deep breath. She pouted her lips and continued speaking, "I really want to go at your concert, specially, it's free but I just can't at this time."

"It's okay, don't feel bad about it. You can still get that free ticket of yours anytime you want." I assured her.

"Really?" her mood cheered up, like it's something that can make her really happy, "Can I have your phone?" she asked as her phone was faced to mine, unlocked, I hesitated for a moment as I gather my sanity about what’s happening this evening. I immediately pulled mine behind my back and gave it to her. "Let's exchange numbers, I just wanted to have free concert tickets. For the future." she looked so bubbly as she started scribbling her number in my phone and so I did. She held my phone mid air and smiled at my camera. "That's it." she handed my phone back at me. We walked a few feet to the lobby where our ties end. She'll roam around the city and I need to go back in my room to rest. She said her goodbye as her camera faced against mine, we're now few meters away from each other she smiled waving her hands.

"Thank you accompanying me tonight, Shawn." she said.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N." I told her. "Are you really sure, you'll be okay? It's ten passed eleven?" I inquired, worrying about her wild spirit.

"I'll be."

"Can you text me if you're here, I mean, after you stroll around the city? I'll feel responsible if anything bad happens to you." I requested, but regretted immediately, knowing I sounded like a worried boyfriend.

"You talk like a boyfriend," she laughed loudly, "but, yes, I'll text you, Mr. Shawn Mendes." she said as her back turned to face me. She exited the door and I still stood in the lobby wanting to follow her steps.

The next morning I was awakened by Andrew standing at the end of my bed.

"Good morning, Shawn." he greeted but not earning my reply as I checked my phone. I fell asleep waiting for her text if she arrived safely back at the hotel. I saw her message immediately, saying,

'Streets of Tokyo is so beautiful at night, I enjoyed a lot. I was saying this to make you feel bad that you didn't give time to walk around this beautiful city. Anyways, I arrived at the hotel safely. No need to worry.'

"So, you spent your night with Y/N? How was it?" he inquired.

"What are you talking about?" I answered him with a tune saying I-still-want-to-sleep-stop-talking-to-me voice.

He's scrolling in his phone finding something as I read my sister text saying, 'Are you staying in the same hotel with Y/N? Did you talked?? Oh my god Shawn answer me as soon as you read this message.' I started to frown, confused, where did Aaliyah knew I met her.

Andrew spoke earning my full attention, "Everybody in Instagram and Twitter is freaking out because of this," he faced his phone to me and I leaned upward to see it closely.

It was me, a picture of me, in the lobby. In a black and white portrait, smiling. Y/N posted it in her Instagram account with the caption, 'Japan. Hotel lobby. Featuring @ShawnMendes'

"Would you mind sharing your experience last night?" Andrew made his introduction as he was about to interrogate me what had happened last night.

"She'll be better. Let's hope she'll be better." Dr. Sara spoke as I glanced at her from the stalls where I am standing across Y/N's room.

Reader

It was an ordinary day ‘til it hit me people can die at ordinary day. But, today is not that day for me.

Inevitable -  Part 10 | Shawn Mendes x Reader

[writegeist-muse]

#31 SLICE

welp, we made it, guys, this is the last post for Jotober 2018. I'm glad I decided to take my friend's suggestion, even though neither of us knew (at the time) that there was an October challenge for writers. this was really great for me as a way to get back into the habit of writing and working on my passion projects. it did tell me that I'm definitely more conditioned to working in other, more particular formats and it's been a long while since I wrote this much prose, but because of this I've written snippets for pieces of story that have never existed beyond a concept or mental movie, so this was quite an adventure. I hope anyone who read any of my Jotober pieces enjoyed the read, all these snippets hold very special places in my heart and I'm glad to now have shared them with the world. until next time, happy writing and Happy Halloween!!!

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The fiercer the combat became, the more the world slowed down around Rune as she pelted down the slope littered with chunks of debris and fallen bodies. Rian, Taran, Raiden, and Tryllyx fanned out on her right, while Petras, Clarion, and Gabriel brought up the left.

An eruption of gold light to her right was followed by an unearthly roar - Tryllyx had shed her glamour and shifted mid-stride into her largest battle form. On Rune’s left, a sickly cracking and growling forced her to shift her gaze for a second - Petras was shifting as he ran, breaking bones making him stumble and emit half-choking howls. Rune tore her eyes away from the horrible sight and waited to hear the longer strides of his Lycan form keeping pace with her sprint. Rian’s shift was much more subdued and Rune grinned as the redhead was replaced by a beautiful loping white wolf lolling its tongue at her.

A small wall of debris rose up to meet them. Rune slowed for a half a step and Petras sped up, planting his feet to skid to a stop just in front of the wall. As Rune approached, he laced his fingers and she gauged her jump off. For a split second as he matched her downward fall into his hands, the pair’s eyes met. Matched pairs of fangs glinted in broad grins before Petras was launching Rune up and over, her body stretching to her full height to let her flip and aim feet first towards the fray. A pair of small hands wrapped around her upper arms and Rune shot a grin up to Clarion, the half-Aernjül girl’s wings casting an ethereal glow.

“Where to?”

“We gotta find Gwyllion! She said she’d be with Titania!”

“Next stop, Queen of the Fairies!”

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Clarion and Rune reached part of the royal battle squad before the rest of their group. A finger tapping her biceps warned Rune just before Clarion dropped her. The cat girl impacted in a cloud of dust and immediately used it as cover to work her way across the battle field towards Gwyllion. The Fae was smattered with dust and blood and her twin swords flung ichor across the ground as she swiped them through the gut of another Nuil soldier.

As she straightened up, chest heaving with effort, Rune sped up and leapt by in front of Gwyllion to dig lengthy claws into the chest of an other oncoming dark fairy. Rune sunk her fangs into the woman’s throat and ripped, tasting the warm metallic tang of blood across her tongue as the body fell with her on top of it. She spat the hunk of flesh out and quickly hunkered down into fighting stance.

“Glad you made it!” Gwyllion moved to stand back to back with Rune. “I was starting to wonder.”

Rune grinned, showing off her blood-stained mouth. “Sorry we couldn’t make it earlier, had some loose ends to tie up.”

“The rest of the gang?”

A chorus of snarling growls, echoing howls, and screamed battle cries was the answer as a collection of various figures poured into the area, some swarmed with enemies, some pelting towards the two girls. Rune’s teeth sharpened, the tips of her ears quivering with anticipation as she watched the rest of her group finish dealing with their targets and gather around.

“At your service, Princess!” The mouth of Tryllyx’s great War Wolf form was full of bits of flesh and bone as she spoke. Gwyllion nodded and swung her swords, ridding them of a coat of muck before she charged towards an oncoming battalion.

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The group of warriors systematically worked their way through squares and streets, taking out whatever opposed them and now they had finally found the rest of the royal Faes. Gwyllion cut down another body and squealed as she looked around. “There’s my mom!”

They made for the loose ring of Nuil, between which they could see both Titania and Oberon in full combat. Their shining armor was dull in places, and they could see the queen and king had not escaped injury.

A ear-shattering wail went up around them and the animalistic fighters cringed at the pitch. Gabriel looked over his shoulder and paled. “Get to the Queen! Protect the royal family!” The others looked back and their pace increased exponentially. A wave of glittering black was flooding down the street behind them, waves upon waves of Nuil hellbent on killing those who had fended off their conquest. The group crashed through the ring around the royals and whirled around, taking up defensive positions.

“Oh no they don’t, I am not letting them come at me while I wait for the slaughter!”

Everyone was shocked at Titania’s outraged screech as she practically flew through their defense and directly into the oncoming horde. They moved to follow but the flurry of motion from within the horde stopped them dead. Nuil bodies were flung into an actual whirlwind, slashed and broken and snapped as Titania began moving in circles faster and faster, her wild red hair whipping about as fiercely as her swords. Gone were the elegant and great butterfly wings, replaced with a full pair of long, crisp dragonfly wing that glittered like polished steel.

Tryllyx made to follow the queen but Oberon ran up and grabbed at the scruff of her neck. “Go in there and she’ll cut right through you!”

As if drawn to the striking fairy, every Nuil that entered the square made directly for the massacre happening before them. The wind glittered with pure power and Titania’s armor flashed in the light as she single-handedly took on the darkest of her kind.

The group stared, horridly transfixed as she directed her swords every which way, as she lopped off arms and legs and heads. But the greatest shock came when the Nuil waves seemed to finally grow too great and collapse in on her. Beams of light shot between the bodies, forcing the other fighters to shield their eyes. Through the light, they could see Titania revolving faster than sight, a blur of white and red and silver and rainbows. Her arms were outstretched, swords extended to pair with the dragonfly wings flared out stiffly from her back as they sliced through everything in their path, Nuil and object alike.

[galaxystony]

fortune’s fool: peter parker I

peter parker x reader

A/N: multi-part fic based off of a twitter post which I won’t link until the end so as not to spoil anything :-) 

requested: nope

Words: 2200+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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1. Meet- 

20 year old Peter, 18 year old reader

The mountain of boxes did not move no matter how hard she glared at it. It stood looming over her stationary. Inert. Stagnant, she thought. 

She kicked the pile. It didn’t budge. It seemed to mock her with its gargantuan size that dwarfed her small figure. She crossed her arms and huffed, tapping a foot as she tried to come up with a plan of attack.

She glanced up at the monstrous pile again. Yup. Still there. She groaned, burying her face in her hands as she silently cursed herself for sending her parents home, dismissing their offers to help her unpack. Stupid, she thought.

She’d been in her (very own!!) dorm room for only an hour before she’d said goodbye to her mom and dad, assuring them that she wouldn’t need any help setting up. Why did she say that? To prove to them that she was independent now? That she was an adult that didn’t need any parental guidance anymore? Screw that, the little voice in the back of her mind spoke bitterly. She had no idea how she was going to approach the insurmountable task on her own.

No matter how elated she had been to have scored a single room- no roommate to keep her up all night sounded like a no-brainer to her!- she was starting to rethink her decision. Why did she not realize just how alone she’d be three hours away from home with no family and no friends?

Students bustled past her open door bearing boxes and suitcases just like hers, yelling and laughing, completely oblivious to the panicky turmoil occurring within her small room.

She heaved a big sigh and dropped her tense shoulders, resigning herself to the fact that if she didn’t start now, she never would. She once again approached the cluster of brown cardboard, each box labelled carefully in black sharpie.

Standing on her toes, she reached to grab the box at the very top, stumbling slightly once she had it in her arms. Jesus, why did she pack so much? Surely she wouldn’t even use half of the things she brought. She exhaled deeply, setting the box on the ground so she could slice the tape open with her keys.

The box contained her bedding and she sighed in relief, glad her parents didn’t leave before her dad could help her set up her bed. She pulled the sheets out one by one and started to make her bed. A loud burst of laughter outside her door distracted her for a second, forcing her to turn and search for the source of the noise.

Two boys and a girl stood laughing in the room across hers, the door thrown wide open. One of the boys was doubled over and shaking as the others continued to giggle at his collapsed state. She found herself smiling wistfully, suddenly missing her best friend in Long Island.

One of the boys, the one standing, looked up and caught her eye from across the hallway. He raised his hand in a small wave, smiling brightly. She grinned in return then turned back to the matter at hand. After finishing with her bed, she started on another box, this one holding the contents of her desk.

She set the box on her rolling desk chair, unpacking its contents one by one as she slowly but surely found places for everything on her desk. A knock on the doorframe startled her from her deep concentration. She turned to find the boy from across the hall standing in the doorway, the same bright smile on his face.

“Hey there, neighbor,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Y/N,” she responded with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stopped removing her school supplies from the box and wiped her hands on the fabric of her jeans, crossing the room to shake his hand.

“Sorry for the mess. I’m trying to get my room organized on my own and it’s going very slowly, as you can see,” she chuckled nervously.

“You’re unpacking everything by yourself?” he asked, a confused and slightly concerned look on his face.

“Uh, yeah? I kind of… sent my parents home because I thought I could do it alone? Turns out I really overestimated myself because now I’m stuck unloading all of these boxes by myself, and I have no idea how I’m ever gonna finish,” she explained, a deep red flush climbing up her neck in embarrassment.

“Oh, well that just won’t do, will it? Here, I’ve got my friends waiting back in my room, but I’m gonna go grab them so we can give you a hand,” Peter announced.

“Oh, I wasn’t complaining or anything! I don’t want you to think that you have to help me just because I was stupid enough to take on this task on my own. It’s my own fault anyway-”

“Hey, don’t even worry about it, Y/N! We’d be happy to help.” He smiles that same bright smile and turns to shout through the open doorway. “Ned! MJ! Get over here!”

The sound of his door flinging open punctuates his sentence. The two other people she’d seen earlier appeared in the doorway, traces of smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up, Peter?” the guy, Ned, you guessed, asked, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ned and that grumpy mug over there is Michelle. We’re all juniors here,” Peter introduced his friends, chest inflating with pride.

“Call me MJ,” Michelle said, holding a hand out for her to shake. She took it with a smile, then shook Ned’s for good measure.

“Nice to meet all of you. I’m a freshman and, as you can probably tell by the state of my room, things are not going well for me so far,” she joked, motioning towards the still stationary mound of boxes.

“Y/N here needs some help unpacking. Luckily, I let her know that I had two very willing best friends across the hall that could help her out,” Peter smiled wryly, eyes silently begging his friends to agree.

“Riiiight… Sure thing, Y/N! Just tell us what to do and we’re on it!” Ned exclaimed.

“Oh! Uh… thanks, you guys. Seriously, you have no idea how much this means to me. Um, I guess just grab a box and I’ll let you know where everything goes?” she asked, gauging their reactions. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief when everybody nodded in agreement, moving to grab a box each.

With the help of three extra pairs of hands, she had everything unpacked and set up within the hour, stopping only to order some pizza for later.

It was six o’clock and they were all scattered around her room, Y/N on the bed, MJ on the slightly-deflated purple bean bag, and Ned and Peter sharing the small sofa as they finished up the last box of pizza.

“You guys are so nice. Thank you so much for helping me out,” she smiled, licking tomato sauce off of her thumb as she leaned back to rest her head against the wall.

“It’s no problem, Y/N. We were all freshmen once, so we all definitely remember what it’s like to start over somewhere new,” Peter replied through a mouthful of pizza.

“Yeah, like on Parker’s first day, he cried all night because he missed his aunt so much. Her apartment is, like, twenty minutes away,” MJ chimed in, all too happy to poke fun at her friend.

“I did not cry all night! I shed a few tears when May left, but that’s it!” he defended. “Back me up, Ned!”

“I was your roommate, dude. I could hear your whimpering through my headphones,” Ned laughed. She giggled with them, thankful that they were trying to make her feel better rather than making fun of her, especially after they’d been nice enough to help her set up her room without complaint.

Peter pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, sliding down into the seat. “Not cool, guys.”

“Relax, brainiac. You know we love you,” MJ proclaimed, getting up from her seat. “Anyway, Ned and I have to go take a group of freshmen to the Rec Center in fifteen minutes, so we’ve gotta go.”

“Shoot!” Ned exclaimed. “I forgot all about that! Sorry, guys. Peter, I’ll see you tonight. And Y/N, I hope to see you soon!” he smiled as MJ pulled him out the door with one last wave over her shoulder.

“Your friends are nice,” she said lightly, grinning shyly at Peter from her spot across the room.

“Yeah, they’re awesome,” Peter agreed with a nod. “I’ve known Ned since I was a kid, and we met MJ in high school, so we’ve been pretty tight since then.”

She hummed in response. “I never really had a close friend group in high school. My friends mostly ended up staying in Long Island for college. It kind of sucks being so far away with everyone, but I’m definitely already loving not sharing a room with anybody.”

“Yeah, I did the whole roommate thing for my first two years, so I’m glad to be on my own for a change. Not that I won’t miss living with Ned, but trust me when I say that he is probably the messiest person I’ve ever met,” Peter chuckled, standing up from the sofa.

“Oh, are you leaving?” she asked, face falling. She’d enjoyed spending the last couple of hours with Peter. He was sweet and understanding, and he made her laugh.

“Nope, just stretching,” he smiled as he lifted his arms up above his head allowing a pale little sliver of skin to expose itself from beneath his blue sweater.

“Well come on up here and sit with me, then,” she offered, patting the open space next to her as she pointedly ignored the stirring in her chest brought on by the milky white patch of skin still peeking out until Peter tugged his sweater back down. Peter obliged and climbed onto the bed, settling himself by her side, his sock-clad feet dangling off the edge.

“So… what’re you majoring in? You’ve gotta be super smart to have gotten into Empire State,” Peter wondered.

“Biomedical engineering. My sister lost her left leg when she was seven and uses a prosthetic so I’d like to be able to design something that’s both effective and accessible to those who need it,” she explained with a smile. She loved her younger sister more than anybody, so leaving her behind was not a simple task.

“Man, that’s amazing. Are you close with your sister?” Peter asked, tilting his head to look at her through thick eyelashes.

“She’s my best friend. I hated leaving her, but I promised that she could stay with me whenever she wanted and I’d show her the city,” she smiled longingly, feeling the familiar pang of homesickness that had started about an hour ago.

“That sounds awesome. You’re not from here, though, are you?”

“No, we’re from Long Island. We used to make the drive to the city at least once a year when we were younger, but then my sister had her accident and we kind of stopped,” she explained, picking on the corner of her duvet.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?” Peter asked carefully.

“She was in a car accident that ended with her leg pinned beneath a chunk of concrete. By the time they got her out, all of the nerves were already dead so they just decided to amputate. It doesn’t really bother her or stop her from doing anything anymore. It’s just something she has to live with, whether she likes it or not.”

Peter sighed heavily, a sympathetic look gracing his delicate features. “I’m sorry,” he stated softly. “I know that probably means nothing to you, but I also know it’s not easy seeing somebody you love suffer. My parents passed away when I was six, and my Uncle Ben who I’d been staying with died five years ago. Since then, my Aunt May’s been all I’ve got.  I’ve had time to come to terms with it, but that doesn’t make anything any easier.”

She frowned, feeling grateful that Peter was able to trust her with such heavy parts of his life, but also feeling inexplicably sad for the young man who probably had to grow up too soon.

“Life just sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“It sure does,” he sighed in response. “Anyway, just because you’ve been to the city as a child, doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook without an official Peter Parker tour. Growing up here does have its advantages, you know.”

You smiled, eyes wide. “Oh, I am so in!”

“Great!” Peter beamed, sliding back off of the bed. “I’ve gotta go meet Ned back at the Rec Center, but I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to show you everything!”

“Sounds good,” you agreed, following him to the door. “It was nice meeting you. And thank you, again, for helping me out. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans for the night.”

“I wouldn’t consider a night spent with a pretty girl ruined, would you?” he commented, watching as she tried to hide her blush behind a curtain of hair. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, smarty pants.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her giddy with something that felt a little bit like hope.

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