#suddenly she realizes girls are an option and her mind immediately flies to HER girls. HER girls are now an option.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

CW slightly suggestive content but uhhh

Sashanne having a more physical relationship in highschool before it becomes explicitly romantic, like I'm talking 17-18 years old right? And lately, every sleepover includes making out and lots of touching and y'know, while still strictly calling each other just friends. It's not that they're not in love with each other, they just... don't want to think about it right now. It's just easier this way. Just like how it's easier not to talk about it when it's over.

But they're definitely not exclusive, and Anne has seen Sasha dating boys for the past few years - never girls - and it's honestly killing her inside. She doesn't want to bring it up because why would she? They're just friends! And sometimes they have fun together, but it's just that, little more than an entertaining sleepover activity that doesn't mean anything. Even if Sasha always tells her she's beautiful between kisses, even if she always hugs her tight afterwards. They're just friends. They trust each other with their lives. Nothing's wrong.

But one time they're lying together on Anne's bed, cuddling while Sasha plays with her hair, exhausted and comfy and content, and as they chat, Sasha casually tells her about the boy she was with last weekend, and Anne gets surprisingly angry all of a sudden. Her excuse is that Sasha needs to tell her before doing anything because, what if they get sick or something? It doesn't make much sense but the words fall out of her mouth anyway. She hates hates HATES the idea of a boy seeing Sasha the way she sees her, HATES the idea of a boy touching her, or being this close to her, and frog now she can't get the image out of her head, which is hauntingly explicit because she tries so hard not to think about it that she can't help think about it. She has tears in her eyes. If Sasha was offended by Anne's previous implications, she lets it go as soon as she sees how upset she is. They both know Anne has no right to ask Sasha to stop seeing people - they're just friends, after all - but Sasha has always been the protector, and she already hurt Anne too many times, the last thing she wants is to make her cry (nowadays, seeing either of her girls cry always makes her stop on her tracks, no matter how angry she was before, no matter how right she knows she is, it's like it pushes a special button in her brain that tells her your priority now is to make her happy again, no matter how inconvenient it is). She has two options now: to call this off now before it gets worse and they both end up hurt, or promising Anne some level of exclusivity, even if it just means asking permission before being with a boy. Or anyone, for that matter, but as pretty as girls are, there are only two that truly own her heart and she could never bring herself to be with another. Not after Anne. There is only one other girl she'd be with after Anne and she's half a continent away.

She'd be willing to give Anne that power. She's eager, almost, as if making up for something even though she didn't do anything wrong. Anne can't accept it - friends talk about boys at sleepovers, Sasha telling her about her boyfriend of the week should be normal. She asks Sasha to forget about it, and curls into her side and lets her continue play with her hair while she holds back tears. She knows this is a game for them, she shouldn't expect Sasha to treat it as anything else. Even if it makes her feel a litte bit like a toy.

[naomisimagines]

The Broken Traveller - Chapter 1

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,819

Notes: Hello everyone! My name is Naomi and this is my first Pokémon fanfiction, I hope you enjoy! I hope this makes sense and is hopefully somewhat good... so let me know what you think!

‘Just give in, just walk out there y/n, if you just accept this as your fate you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. No spontaneous quests with Nebula to try and find other islands and people. No more nagging from mother.’

‘No more freedom.’

You looked up, glancing over the crowd of people, your tribe’s people, who eagerly were waiting for you to finally drink the nectar that would sell away your soul forever. And when you looked to your right, your trusted partner Pokémon, Nebula, your Dragapult, had a stoic look on her face, and you knew she was thinking the same thing as you.

‘If we don’t escape now, we’ll never have our free will again.’

You see, the nectar you were about to drink was from a flower that had been revered in your tribe’s history. The clan of dragon Pokémon who lived on this isle before your people travelled here from a far-off land, used this flower’s nectar to mind control your people into staying here forever, underneath their rule.

Early on, it had become common rule that whoever the small population of Dragapults stuck by was the “royal” family of the tribe. 

And now here you were, the first-born daughter of these so-called leaders. But you were different from all of your ancestors and even your siblings who had been born after you.

The nectar hadn’t worked on you.

It’s tradition for every child to drink the nectar as soon as they are born. However, when they had given you some, they hadn’t even noticed that it didn’t work until it was too late. 

And now, to cover it up, your parents had created some random ceremony to “coronate” you as the new leader of the tribe, now that you were old enough, at least.

But you not being controlled by the flower’s nectar caused a lot of problems for your parents, as you always wanted to explore. And eventually, you had figured out a way to completely slip by them.

Which led you to the ocean.

When you saw the big, blue waves crashing in on the shore, you knew you wanted to know what was beyond what you could see. Nebula, who at the time was a Dreepy, tried to at least encourage you to stay in the village, but you couldn’t be swayed, you wanted to swim far, far away from it all.

Eventually Nebula was swayed to your side, as she saw exactly what you had been seeing in the village for years. The mind-controlled eyes of the citizens, the silence that resonated in the isle every day, and the dragon Pokémon who did nothing but lay about.

And now, you realized you should’ve gone through with one of your escape plans years ago. Because as you looked over the crowd of people once again, you saw exactly what you didn’t want to see.

Green, hypnotized eyes focused right on you and dragon Pokémon flying above it all, keeping a very close eye on you. You turned away quickly, walking over to Nebula. “Nebula, we have to get out of here,” you whispered to her, “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to lose my free will forever.”

Nebula nods at you, and the two of you slip back into the dressing room, where your elegant gown is waiting for you. As you look over it and the clothes you took off earlier to put on a simple summer dress, you knew probably staying in this summer dress would be the best option, considering you were about to swim across a sea.

“Go find the escape bag we packed,” you said to Nebula, and she nodded before vanishing. You sighed to yourself in relief, already knowing how easy this was going to be. Your escape route that you have had since you were little was failproof, and would take you right to the ocean.

Suddenly, Nebula appeared again, holding the bag that you and her had repacked so many times over the years. You smiled at her and said, “Alright, what are we waiting for then? It’s off to freedom!”

After carefully exiting the large hut you were currently in, you instinctually made your way to your escape path. Nebula trailed closely behind you, and soon enough, you started hearing the crashing of waves upon the beach and the swoosh of the water as it retreated back into the ocean.

As you ran out onto the beach, a cool breeze blew right past you and you exclaimed, “Alright other lands, here I come!” Nebula cried out happily as she floated next to you, and you slowly grabbed the edges of your dress, feeling inspired to take it off for some reason.

Just as you threw the dress to the ground, and explosion sounded next you, and you and Nebula jumped out of the way. As the dust from the sand cleared, you gulped in fear as you realized who it was.

The guards of the village, with your mother leading all of them. “I can’t believe you didn’t think that I wouldn’t think you’d try and escape today, y/n!,” your mother exclaims, her Dragapult soaring next to her.

You hopped into a fighting stance, Nebula roaring right next to you. “And you’re even more of a fool if you possibly think you can beat me!,” she screams, lifting one of her arms up, “Guards, Dragapult, Attack!”

All of the guards let out a battle cry, and their Pokémon, such as Haxorus, Garchomp, and Hydreigon, all charged forward at you, along with your mother’s Dragapult.

Nebula flies in front of you, and lets off a series of attacks, managing to knock down a few of the rushing Pokémon. You know there’s not much you can do, so you keep cheering on Nebula as she continues to fire off attacks.

The air is think with particles of flying sand, and it continually attacks your senses. But suddenly, you hear Nebula’s voice in your head. 

‘Y/n!,’ she exclaims, ‘Go on! Swim as fast as you can, no one can see you with all of this debris in the air! I’ll hold them off like this for as long as I can. Be safe, I love you...’

Your eyes fill with tears before you exclaim back, “I can’t just leave you here Nebula, your my partner in crime! We haven’t even gotten to do half of the things we’ve always wanted to do together!”

‘Just go y/n!,’ she yells back, ‘I’ll find you someday and we can go on all of the crazy adventures that we want... Just go and find the place you’ve been dreaming of finding! Keep your free spirit!’

You scream out in agony as Nebula keeps firing off attacks. “I love you Nebula! I’ll find you again one day, I promise!,” you yelled at her before quietly slipping under the waters of the ocean.

Due to all of the commotion, the waters were quite shaky, but you managed to swim through them. You knew that if they saw you, they would send more Pokémon your way, so you made sure that when you came up for breaths, you barely breached the water’s surface.

At some point, you started to lose track of exactly how long you had been swimming for, but you were starting to feel quite tired and dizzy. You decided it was probably safe to put your whole head above the water’s surface, and as you looked around, you realized there was no land in sight at all.

Dread and fear filled your body, as you knew your body wouldn’t be able to keep up with this much swimming for much longer. But suddenly, you started to notice all of the other creatures swimming around in the waters around you.

You recognized none of them, and you were quickly afraid that they would try and harm you. So, you immediately picked up where you left off and swam off in the direction you had been going in this entire time.

And as you continued swimming, your mind started becoming foggier and foggier, your strokes becoming slow and fatigued. But just as you breached the surface to take another breath, you finally noticed a land mass in the distance.

But when you went back underneath the water, your mind slipped from you, and you started to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Luckily... there was a Lapras nearby who had noticed your plight...

~~

Leon, somehow for the first time in years since becoming the Champion of the Galar region, had a day off. He had already arranged to have dinner with his family later that night, and he was very excited to see his little brother, Hop, who he was bringing a very special gift for tonight.

But right now, he had flown Charizard out to one of the ocean beaches of Galar. Galar’s beaches were largely unexplored, so he wasn’t surprised when he saw how overgrown most of the beaches were or when he saw the number of wild Pokémon battling it out for dominance over one another.

But him and Charizard had spotted a nice beach to relax on, and cool breezes blew past as they set up a tent and pulled out the curry pot. And just as he was about to add the berries to start cooking up one of his favorite curries, he noticed a Lapras in the distance, a figure clearly draped over its back.

“Charizard, look!,” Leon said, pointing right to the Lapras, who had clearly now seen them and was heading right towards their beach. Charizard’s eyes widened, and he flew up to go over to the Lapras, who was clearly fatigued from swimming so much with an extra weight on its back.

As the Lapras swam into the shore, Leon brought over some medicines and potions to make sure it was okay. Charizard carefully grabbed the person off of their back, clearly flinching when he felt how cold the person’s skin was.

Leon applied some of the medicines to the Lapras before asking, “Is that your trainer?” The Lapras shook its head, before turning its head as if to indicate that it needed to get back to the ocean. “I’ll make sure she’s alright,” Leon says to the Lapras, “Go back to your family, I’m sure that’s what your signaling for.”

The Lapras bows to Leon, chirping happily before elegantly swimming back into the water. Leon immediately runs back up to Charizard who has already placed the person next to the fire.

The person, who is most definitely a girl, was clad in nothing but undergarments and many small, but sharp cuts ran across her entire body. “Charizard, fetch a blanket from the tent, will you?”

Charizard grunted before reaching into the tent carefully, pulling out the fluffiest blanket they had. He stomped over to Leon, who immediately threw it over the girl. 

After a few minutes of pacing back and forth, Leon was truly unsure of what he should do with this girl. He knew he should take the girl to a hospital, but then he would be late or even miss his dinner with his family. And miss giving Hop his very own starter Pokémon!

He was immediately snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the girl groan from behind him, and as he turned back to her, he saw her eyes were starting to flutter open...

~~

As you started regaining consciousness, you felt something large and soft draped over your body, and grains of sand underneath your back. And then you felt all of the cuts that had come from the tussle on the shore.

You let out a large groan at the immense amount of pain you were in, and your eyes started fluttering open, wincing at the bright light from the sun above you. And then you heard something move next to you, and you shot up from whatever you were underneath.

As you did so, your eyes finally completely adjusted and you immediately saw a man with long, purple hair, yellow eyes, and an absurd sense of fashion standing in front of you, along with a fiery dragon type of Pokémon standing behind him. 

‘Wait, aren’t I in my...,’ you realize, your mind freezing instantly, as you duck into a ball, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t look at me!,” you exclaim in embarrassment, and you hear the fire Pokémon let out a puff of steam. 

Your mind wasn’t completely clear either, so squeezing your eyes shut as hard as you were made you fall over again, your mind still barely grasping onto consciousness. You heard the man run over to you, and your eyes slowly fluttered open again to see him crouching over you.

You couldn’t even hear what he was saying, as your hearing had somehow been impaired as well. But all you could see was his bright yellow eyes, reflecting different emotions in them.

And you raised your hand up to his face slowly, before saying, “Yellow... eyes? I’ve never seen anyone with yellow eyes... doesn’t everyone have green eyes?” 

The last thing you felt before your consciousness slipped away again was his soft skin against your hand.

~~

Leon was perplexed. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore. He could still feel the girl’s cold hand against his face as she spoke. She had never seen anyone with yellow eyes? Where had she been living her entire life?

He looked off into the vast ocean, but saw no sign of islands out in the distance. But he was shaken out of his thoughts by his Rotom Phone ringing. He pulled out his phone rapidly, quickly answering once he saw it was Hop.

“Lee, when are you going to be home? Even mum is fretting!,” Hop exclaims worriedly, “Did something come up? Why didn’t you call us?” 

Leon can perfectly picture Hop’s dejected face, and his heart crushes underneath all of the pressure he’s feeling. “I’ll try and make it home tonight, little brother... but something big came up and I’ve only just started dealing with it. Tell mom,” Leon says, choking on his own tears, “That I’m sorry I couldn’t make it home for dinner tonight. Be safe Hop, I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

He quickly hangs up, multiple bangs of guilt bouncing through his body. His entire family is probably upset at him for cancelling dinner plans once again, but he looks down and sees the girl, still laying almost lifelessly in the sand.

“Charizard, let’s go. We’ve got to get this girl to a hospital, quick.”

~~

When he arrived at the hospital in Hammerlocke, the nurses immediately gasped at the state she was in, and the fact that she was being brought in by the Champion himself. After he explained exactly where he found her, the nurses rushed her off to a room to look over her.

And as he sat outside of her hospital room, his head in his hands, Leon couldn’t figure out what exactly he should do. Should he wait to hear exactly what’s wrong with her, or go back home and see the disappointed looks upon his family’s faces?

He had returned Charizard to his Pokeball a while ago, so he had no one to turn to for advice or even a finger in the right direction. Soon enough, a nurse walked out of her room and asked, “Champion Leon? Would you like to know what is wrong with her?”

“Yes!,” Leon said exasperatedly. The nurse gave him a weird look for a split second before looking over her clipboard and saying, “She currently has pretty severe hypothermia, and a lot of her internal organs are having trouble functioning properly. She also has large amount of cuts in her skin, so that will slow down her recovery process as well.”

“We aren’t exactly sure how she sustained all of those cuts, but it is suspected that she was swimming in the ocean for several hours before the Lapras you were telling us about found her and swam her to shore,” the nurse finishes. 

Leon hesitates before asking, “Could you call me or something when she manages to wake up?” The nurse nods and answers, “Since we can’t find any record of her in our system, you’re her ‘family’ contact. So you’ll be made aware of anything that is happening with her.” 

Leon nods gratefully, before pulling out his Rotom Phone to dial Hop. After ringing for a minute, it goes straight to Hop’s voicemail and Leon immediately knows that Hop has already fallen asleep.

And so, he sits back down on the bench outside of the girl’s waiting room, and doesn’t even notice as he immediately dozes off, falling right into a deep sleep.

~~

Masterlist

[spicyfloaty]

Give & Take | Chapter 3

pairing: kacchako

genre: slowburn/fluff

words: 2.7k

summary: Ochako's grades are slipping. Bakugo is dangerously nearing suspension, or worse, expulsion. A certain twist of fate pairs them together for tutoring sessions. He teaches her math. She keeps him from getting suspended. A simple exchange, but what if this only brings them closer than necessary?

header credits: @alexbenedetto

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Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Emotional Whiplash Courtesy of Shoto Todoroki

Ochako’s lunch looked less appetizing despite the fact that she got her favorite meal and weirdly enough, the same could also be said about today’s breakfast. She couldn’t help but lose her appetite thanks to the stampede of thoughts clouding her mind, twisting her stomach in knots that could intimidate a senior girl scout. She might as well be sporting a flashing neon sign that read, I have a tutoring session with Bakugo Katsuki later. Help. 

Her train of thought comes to an abrupt halt, only to go full throttle, bringing her back to the events that took place yesterday. It was bad enough that she fell asleep in class, it was another thing to be woken up by the one person she wanted to desperately avoid at all costs. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure of what happened after that, but the clearest images she could conjure in her head were warm hands and the indisputable figure of Bakugo’s back facing her as he walked out of the classroom. Ochako wants to give herself the benefit of the doubt and believe that she didn’t do anything stupid in between the gaps in her memory other than Bakugo being the one to wake her from her slumber.

Her mind wanders to this morning, Ochako didn’t miss the indiscriminate glances Bakugo occasionally threw her way within the cluster of their classmates coming together in their dorm’s common room before they make their way to class. She pushed aside the little voices that whispered ridiculous assumptions behind the sudden attention she was getting from him, instead, she reasons that Bakugo was most likely just thinking along the same lines as her, their upcoming session, that is. His thoughts might not be as all-consuming as hers, but she couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d even bother giving her the time of day.

A hand makes its way in front of her face, waving up and down, “Are you all right, Uraraka?” She realizes that she had been staring at her lunch tray for a concerning amount of minutes, “Is there something wrong with your lunch?”

Iida has a worried look etched on his face, she notices Todoroki and Deku also wearing the same expression, “Oh no, I’m fine! I was just caught up in my own head, that’s all,” She says with a dismissive wave. She instantly regrets not leaving out the last part of her sentence when she sees Iida’s eyebrows knit together, “Oh? Is everything okay?”

As much as Iida’s overwhelming concern warmed her heart, Ochako would much rather not have Bakugo as the table’s next topic of discussion, “Yes, I promise it’s not a big deal.” She manages to give her friend one last reassuring smile before trying to change the topic, “You were saying something about today’s hero training activity? I heard that All Might’s planning on having us disarm bombs again.”

Finally, this shifts the attention away from her, “Ah, yes, I’m looking forward to surpassing my record from the previous one!” Iida replies, Ochako exhales a breath of relief, thankful that her thoughts about Bakugo led her quick thinking to the subject of bombs.

“All Might also mentioned that today’s bombs would be more difficult to disarm,” Deku chimes in, “It’s most likely because he decided to have us use real ones this time instead of the simulated ones we used last time!”

Ochako takes in the sparkle of enthusiasm in Deku’s eyes and the overflowing amount of admiration in his voice, the mention of All Might never fails to elicit that kind of reaction from his biggest fan. She almost smiles fondly at the thought if not for the heavy feeling that spreads across her chest. Her mind drifts to a distant memory of the sleepless nights she used to share with him, heavy eyelids, phone pressed against one ear as she listens to Deku rattle on and on about the new limited edition All Might figurine he bought that day.

Oh, how she wished things were still like that.

“Do you think he’ll have us perform in pairs again?” Iida’s question plops additional weight on her chest, I certainly hope not.

Todoroki lifts his attention from his soba and places it on Deku and Ochako, “If that were the case, I’m confident that Midoriya and Uraraka would finish in record time just like before.” Ochako instinctively glances at Deku and he follows suit, but they look away just as quickly. If there was one thing that this conversation did not need, it was the awkwardness that already plagued Deku and Ochako’s relationship. It also didn’t need the dreadful silence that immediately follows, occupying their table as if it were a fifth person sitting alongside them.

Iida looked as if he’d much rather be anywhere than to be seated between her and Deku while Ochako tried her very best not to make a face that screamed she’d rather not be in this table at all. Todoroki, as usual, is clueless about the new atmosphere he had brought down upon the table, he takes another bite out of the soba that reminded Ochako of her own legs, had she not been sitting down right now, it would’ve been an impossible task for her to stand upright.

“Yeah,” Deku says softly, “I’m sure we would.”

A part of Ochako thanked him for breaking the painful silence gripping both of their necks, the other part of her sank in a vicious pool of guilt. Deku had always been the one making a conscious effort in trying to patch up the relationship that had both of them speechless around one another and even if they had something to say, it wouldn’t make it past the confines of your regular greeting or anything school related, on the field or within the classroom.

An image of Deku’s text from last night flashes in her mind, it had no more than 10 words, but it was the most they had ever spoken to one another after what happened last year. Hey, are you okay? You don’t usually sleep in class. Once again, it was Deku who takes the first step. She wished she had more to say than just I’m okay, but she had nothing. What’s worse is that she lied, of course she wasn’t okay, but would she really admit that to anyone, let alone him?

Ochako would have sunk deeper into guilt if it weren’t for Todoroki once again speaking up to point out something she had almost forgotten about.

“Uraraka, Mr. Aizawa called you in his office the other day,” he begins, putting his chopsticks down. Ochako feels her breath hitch at the unexpected mention of her meeting with Aizawa, the weight of her guilt suddenly exploding into confetti inside her gut the minute her thoughts fly back to Bakugo like persistent flies on a moldy sandwich. She was going to get whiplash because of all the shifts in emotion this clueless, soba-loving boy was inflicting upon her.

Todoroki’s gaze focuses on her, “Bakugo was also summoned not long before, are these two events related in some way?” he asks as if it were the 17th century and he was a king questioning his subjects. She thought that she had already escaped every possibility of talking about Bakugo but here it comes barging into the conversation like the metric ton wrecking ball that it was.

She knew that if she told them the entirety of her conversation with Aizawa, she’d only make her friends worry about her more than they already should. She even has yet to tell them about the part time job she took about a month ago at a small cafe in a nearby town to help cover her father’s medical expenses, not to mention the huge decline in income for their family’s business. The times when she had to book it to the train station the minute their last period ends were often explained to curious classmates as extra martial arts lessons with Gunhead, not that she has anything to show for it since she was probably washing cutlery during that time rather than learning how to do a proper axe kick with a pro hero.

She decides to keep her answer brief so as to not give anything away, “I’m gonna be having tutoring sessions with Bakugo from now on.” Thinking about it in her head, the idea never really struck her as something peculiar, but hearing it from her own voice for the first time with her closest friends as her audience, she realizes how weird it actually sounded.

To her surprise, Deku is the first to react, “Kacchan?” The way he said it didn’t sound like he disagreed with the idea, he just sounded genuinely surprised.

“That’s...unusual” Todoroki points out. It’s not like Ochako could deny that, the last person anybody would consider to be capable of helping someone understand what a definite integral was would be Bakugo.

“Well,” Iida interjects, “as um unusual as the idea may be, I believe it would be a wonderful opportunity for you, Uraraka.” Ochako wanted to hug the boosters out of Iida right then and there, but he wasn’t finished yet, “But was there...,” he trails off for a while.

“...Another option?” Shoto finishes.

“Well, Iida and Momo are already helping Kaminari, Jirou, and Mina, while Deku--,” she pauses. For a moment, she had forgotten that Deku was sitting one seat apart from her, and now he was learning about how she had considered being tutored by him instead. “uh Deku...was already busy training with All Might.” Her eyes dart to anywhere except for Deku’s direction.

“What about me?” Todoroki offers, “I’d be more than willing to tutor you.”

Ochako considers this for a short while before remembering how much it was necessary for Bakugo to be the one who tutors her, “No! I mean--I appreciate it, really I do, but,” Her eyes quickly dart to Bakugo’s table before focusing on Todoroki once more, “I’m okay with this.”

Todoroki studies her for another second or two before replying, “I see,” he picks up his chopsticks and points them towards her, “If you’ve already set your mind to it, then I will no longer push the idea.” He punctuates his sentence with a slurp of soba.

“Bakugo is a consistent top student, yes, though he can be a bit--,” Iida clears his throat, “ill-mannered and quite...loud.” He turns to Ochako, the same concerned expression taking over his face once more, “Are you sure about this?”

This makes her think. Bakugo surely wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around nor was he someone she was over the moon to be learning one on one from. Despite this, she was at least 95% sure about her decision since she believed that everybody can learn a thing or two from anybody, even from a piece of work such as Bakugo Katsuki and as if to read her mind, “Kacchan can be difficult to get along with, but I think that there’s a lot Uraraka can learn from him.” Deku adds, “I don’t think his attitude should overshadow the fact that he’s an amazing person, and maybe someone who could be just as amazing as a mentor.”

It’s been almost two years since Ochako had first met Deku, but it still never fails to amaze her whenever he praises Bakugo like this. She’s heard stories from when Deku and Bakugo were still in middle school, but they would always be told in a way where it would never be truly complete. Then again, it was Deku she was hearing it from. Ochako doesn’t think she would ever truly come to understand how tough those times must have been on him, but even that won’t stop Deku from listing all the things about Bakugo that he deemed amazing.

It was this sentiment from Deku that gave her the strength she needed to face Deku head on with a small smile, “Yeah.”

The boys eventually tangent to a conversation about Present Mic’s lecture when Ochako’s gaze finds its way to Bakugo’s table once again. Bakugo had Kirishima’s arm hooked around his neck and a deep scowl on his face that made her wonder how Kirishima was still alive and breathing,  moreover, how his arm was still attached to his body. Despite this though, she somehow already knew the answer. Bakugo was someone who could blast your head off if you looked at him the wrong way, but at the same time he was also the kind of person who would push a friend to their limits no matter how much they tell themselves that they can’t do it. He’d be the type of person who would take absolutely no shit from anyone because he'd be too busy being the best version of himself he could be.

Bakugo’s scowl morphs into a grin in response to Mina hitting Kaminari upside the head and it sends a flutter to 3 different parts of her stomach. It’s probably the lack of food in her stomach right now, she should really get to eating.

Watching the captivating dynamic of the neighboring table, Ochako can’t help but wonder if he was asked the same question as her by his friends. Had he told them about her? What did they have to say, nevermind, what did he have to say?

She doesn't realize that she’s been staring for too long when Bakugo looks over to actually catch her staring. Ochako doesn’t know what possessed her to decide not to look the other way, but she doesn’t. Bakugo narrows his eyes as if to say The hell are you lookin’ at? and before her heart could leap out of her chest and yell at her to look away, she finally does. She lets out a heavy breath, not knowing she was holding hers the whole time.

---

The day goes by as it usually does, the only notable thing about it being the bomb disarming activity they had during hero training. Fortunately, All Might didn’t throw them into pairs again, this time grouping the class into teams of 4, her teammates being Iida, Momo, and Tokoyami. The reason for the increase of allies was due to the presence of civilians/dummies they had to evacuate while simultaneously having to disarm the bomb.

Iida stayed true to his word and beat his previous record, Ochako didn’t have much time to celebrate because she was already running to the nearest dumpster to hurl her guts out. Bakugo’s team however had the best time out of everyone, not that anyone was surprised by this, but the way he did it was what stuck with her the most.

Normally, a team’s initial strategy would be to evacuate the civilians first before dealing with the bomb itself, it’s that or the team would split up to tend to the civilians while another faction disarms the bomb. Bakugo’s strategy was to just simply allocate all manpower to disarm the bomb right off the bat and when accused of not cooperating with his team to get the other part of the job done he says, “Why would I waste my time evacuating civilians when I could just disarm the damn thing so no one would even need to be evacuated, fucking morons.”

His statement didn’t sit well with most of the class, but Ochako knew that Bakugo didn’t just do that for the sake of being selfish and arrogant, he did what he knew was the best option to take and no one could have seen it that way except for Bakugo.

Ochako’s thoughts subside and her attention returns to the sound of her footsteps bouncing off the empty halls of UA as she made her way to the room indicated on the schedule clutched in her hand, Mr. Aizawa had already made arrangements to allot an empty classroom for them to study in. She turns a corner and she spots Bakugo on his phone leaning against the doorway, already there waiting for her. The faint glow of the setting sun paints the hallway a soft shade of orange, wisps of Bakugo’s hair form shadows on the sharp features of his face. He looked at peace. Bakugo looks up at her, blood-red eyes holding her in place. Ochako could have sworn he had some kind of hidden quirk that paralyzed people dead on their tracks.

“Took you long enough.”

[rorykillmore]

it’s @spearitsandmonsters‘ birthday today!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPEAR. as a gift, they requested an au fic for a dynamic we’ve been developing quite a bit lately, which we’ve affectionately dubbed villabeth. i picked “baby assassin villanelle breaks elizabeth out of her tower instead of booker”, which is an idea we’ve only loosely talked about, but something about it STUCK with me. so i hope i did it justice and i hope you enjoy, spear!!

and here’s wishing you a wonderful birthday <3 i know basically everything is difficult right now and while it goes without saying that i wish that wasn’t the case... i know that one of the things that helps me get through it and remember the good parts is talking to you and writing with you and having you for a friend. so i hope i can provide that same support and escape for you. if nothing else, knowing you for another year is absolutely worth celebrating in my book!!!

Oksana had expected someone pampered and spoiled, who might have turned up her nose or screamed at someone as rogueish-looking as her. Instead, Elizabeth is acting like she’s never spoken to another human being before in her life, and looking at her as if Oksana has suddenly become the center of her universe.

It’s a ridiculous thought, but it spurs another excited little flutter in her chest.

She doesn’t ask what her employers want with the city in the sky, or why it’s so important to them that Comstock’s heir doesn’t live long enough to succeed him. This had been one of the first in the long list of rules Dasha had taught her: never make your employers think you are interested in their plans or motives. Makes them nervous.

It’s Oksana’s first official job on her own, too, so she’s not about to fuck things up the second the Twelve have actually stopped breathing down her neck for five minutes.

A part of her wonders, though, if they’ve changed her minds about wanting her. Because for a first official assignment, the risk involved almost makes her think that her employers are trying to get rid of her.

She’s good, of course -- good enough to sneak through Columbia and up into Monument Tower without incident, but it had been far from easy. And now that she’s in, she feels like she’s breaching the site of a nuclear meltdown, or the cage of a bloodthirsty monster. When they had told her that the city’s heir needed to die, Oksana had assumed she would have to snatch her away from a life of luxury. She had allowed herself to begin to resent the other girl without even having met her, entertaining the image of some wealthy, ultra-religious, spoiled little brat who’d enjoyed so many things Oksana had never been allowed to even touch, had dreamt about stealing into some preposterously frilly and extravagant bedroom and smothering her with a pillow in the dead of night.

But this?

This is like a prison, or a laboratory, or something worse than both. Oksana fights to keep her hackles from raising as she stealths her way towards the last heavy steel door. What sort of person have they sent her to deal with? 

She draws from her bag the replica key that one of the Twelve’s Columbia contacts had provided, and hesitates, weighing her options. She’d have liked to find a less direct method of entry, but her employers have cautioned her from making too much noise or disruption, lest she alert the tower’s unique security system.

So she’s going in through the heavy, reinforced door that looks virtually impossible to open subtly. Practically blind. 

She doesn’t like that.

Oksana reloads her weapon. Whatever her mark might be capable of, whatever the reason she’s been locked up so tightly, it’s nothing that a quick shot to the head won’t take care of, surely. With her free hand, she inserts the key, which seems to trigger several other mechanisms within the door to whir and unlock, and then - carefully - she steps inside.

If it is a prison cell, it is the most impressive one she has ever seen. Oksana is standing in the doorway of something resembling a well-furbished library, like the kind you’d find in old castles or government buildings. It seems empty, so Oksana supposes that her target could be in one of the other rooms. Maybe the noise from the door opening will draw her out. Hopefully. Oksana does not fancy a game of hide and seek in unfamiliar territory.

Despite her mission, though, and despite the dedication and focus she is supposed to feel, curiosity tugs at the corners of her thoughts. She is not supposed to ask questions, and yet the pieces of a puzzle are set before her, and when she tries to put them together they do not quite make sense. Why keep the Lamb of Columbia here? Why go to all this trouble? What was with all the charts and laboratory equipment Oksana had passed on her way in, and why did they make her sound like some kind of monster in need of containment?

If she’s such a monster, why do they need her?

Perhaps it’s a terribly ironic question for Oksana to be asking. But she is an assassin, a perfectly crafted weapon, and that’s one thing.

She ventures a little further into the room, her pistol lowered but still held firmly in front of her. It’s only when she passes the staircase that she realizes something is wrong. A shadow moves out of the corner of her eye, and Oksana turns before she can process anything else, instinctual and immediate the way her mentors have always praised her for as she closes her hand around the girl’s wrist.

The girl cries out, and tries to jerk away from her grip. Once. Twice -- Oksana lets go the second time, so that she stumbles backwards and falls back against the bannister of the staircase she’d just hidden herself behind. Oksana is on her again in a second, pinning her easily and letting the barrel of the pistol dig into her ribs, her free hand now clamped over the girl’s mouth to keep her from screaming.

“Shh,” Oksana tells her, and she should end it right then.

Except -- 

The ‘monster’ has a much prettier face than Oksana had anticipated. Her eyes are a shade of blue Oksana can’t remember ever seeing for in her life, a little brighter and clearer than even Columbia’s skies, and presently blazing with rage or fear or probably both. She might be the around the same age as Oksana, or just a year or two younger, she has lovely dark hair that’s now just a little disheveled by their brief struggle, and she seems to be trying to bite the hand Oksana is holding against her mouth. Oksana feels her lips twitch briefly, despite herself.

“Shh,” she tells the other girl again. “Do not scream.”

Satisfying her growing curiosity is a bad idea. It will complicate things unnecessarily. Oksana knows Dasha would tell her to get the job done and then get out, but...

The questions do not count if nobody ever finds out she asks them, right?

“I did not come here to hurt you. You just startled me.” Oksana continues, softening her voice. It’s a lie, of course, but she takes a little bit of pride in how earnest she makes it sound.  “If I take my hand away, you promise you won’t scream?”

The girl’s pretty eyes bore into hers, but they look less angry now, less scared, more... disbelieving? As if she isn’t quite convinced Oksana is real.

“Please?” Oksana tries, all but batting her eyelashes, and finally the girl nods. Oksana supposes she will just have to trust her. She lowers her hand and steps back, putting about a meter or so between them both, close enough that she can still move in if --

“How did you get in here?” the girl asks breathlessly.

Oksana blinks at the question. Then nods to the way she came in. “Through the door?” 

She would find it funny, the way the girl gapes at her suspiciously in response, if she wasn’t also so confused. “You can’t just come in through the door, there’s no way -- no one ever --”

“They put a door there, then told you you can’t use it?” Oksana widens her eyes deliberately. “Wow. Really cheap con.”

“It’s not exactly like I have a key on hand.” The girl crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes, though she also doesn’t take them off Oksana for a second.  “Who are you?”

Oksana opens her mouth to answer -- then remembers herself midway.

“Villanelle. My name is Villanelle.” A name new enough that it doesn’t quite feel like hers yet, but it will. Oksana already likes the way it rolls off her tongue.  “What is your name?”

“I’m Elizabeth,” Elizabeth tells her breathlessly, a bit too trusting for someone talking to a stranger who’s just broken into her home. And for someone locked up like a high-security prisoner. The longer Oksana talks to her, the more bemused she becomes. Elizabeth seems so... normal. “You -- you’re so --”

Oksana is not sure what she was going to say, but all speculation flies out of her head when Elizabeth seems to lose all impulse control and places her hands on either side of Oksana’s face.  “-- Real.”

As a rule, Oksana does not like people touching her face. Bad memories, and all -- from more than just one source. But this touch is gentle (and confusing) enough to give her pause, to cause a strange flutter in her chest at the softness of it.

She should be wary, perhaps. Anna had once touched her this way, and Anna... had not been what Oksana expected. Elizabeth is not what Oksana had expected either, but in a different way. Oksana had expected someone pampered and spoiled, who might have turned up her nose or screamed at someone as rogueish-looking as her. Instead, Elizabeth is acting like she’s never spoken to another human being before in her life, and looking at her as if Oksana has suddenly become the center of her universe.

It’s a ridiculous thought, but it spurs another excited little flutter in her chest. “Yeah?” she answers belatedly, uselessly, to break the silence.

As if she’s suddenly become aware that she’s violated some social norm, Elizabeth drops her hands and steps back, slightly abashed but no less curious. “Where do you come from? You sound like you’re from far away. Your name -- it’s French, isn’t it?”

 “Latin, technically,”  Oksana says, composing herself and quirking an eyebrow.  “Like the poem? You must have time to read a lot of poetry.”

“You have no idea.” Furtively, longingly, Elizabeth glances towards the door like she’s readying herself to bolt. Then her gaze snaps back to Oksana, like no matter how taken she may or may not be by the appearance of a pretty stranger in her tower, she’s abruptly remembered that it’s a good idea to be at least a little suspicious.  Her eyes drop to the pistol in Oksana’s left hand. “Why are you here?”

This is it, Oksana thinks. The moment where she shrugs as casually as anything in the world, answers ‘to kill you’, and finishes the job point blank. But she doesn’t move. The hand on the pistol doesn’t even twitch.

“Uh,” she answers instead, grasping idly for something that makes sense. “To rescue you?”

Wouldn’t that be hilarious. If Oksana decided suddenly that she would whisk this girl away with her, and then they’d spend the rest of their probably-short lives dodging not only Columbia’s forces, but the Twelve’s if they ever made it out. Oksana knows - has been warned over and over again - what the Twelve do to traitors.

Elizabeth seems speechless beyond words, so Oksana adds quickly, “Why do they keep you locked up in here, anyway? Did you do something bad?”

Elizabeth opens her mouth uncertainly. Then closes it again. Then laughs. “You mean someone sent you here to rescue me and they didn’t tell you that?”

“I didn’t say anyone sent me,” Oksana corrects her. “I decided to.”

Has she really? She watches Elizabeth closely, as though Elizabeth is the one who can answer that for her. “The security measures outside this room -- you would think they had locked up a mass murderer, or a radioactive mutant, or something,” she adds, a humorous way of prodding for answers while she thinks.

“I guess --”  Hesitation laces Elizabeth’s tone as she answers.  “I guess it’s because of what I can do.”

What can you do? Is the obvious question. But the one Oksana asks instead is:  “People think you are dangerous?”

Elizabeth shrugs minutely, the look in her eyes unreadable.

And Oksana feels something in her soften a fraction.  “I was locked up once.” Albeit in not nearly as spacious a cell as this.  “People think I’m dangerous too.”

The seconds pass as Elizabeth watches her, until Oksana almost itches under her searching gaze.  

“Will you leave with me?” Elizabeth asks finally.

Oksana gives her a rueful smile. “Where do you want to go?”

This had not been the plan. Can she risk what she’s made for herself for the sake of her own curiosity? For a pretty face?

Elizabeth exhales quietly, shakily, like she still can’t believe she isn’t dreaming. “I’ve always wanted to see Paris.”

How about for someone who’s a little like she is? Who, in only the span of a few moments of knowing one another, has made Oksana feel a little less alone?

“I have been to Paris many times.” Oksana steps forward, closing most of the distance between them, her gaze intense. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Soft,” she remembers Dasha spitting at her, “You are too soft for them, still. You need to work harder, try harder, show them how lethal you are.”

Oksana grins a faint sharp grin. Dasha would never have the guts - or perhaps the reckless stupidity - to do what she is about to do. She reaches out and touches Elizabeth’s hair, tempted to pull it out of his ribbon. Instead, she simply twirls a lock of it around her finger. Despite the unchecked contact Elizabeth initiated only moments ago, she freezes under Oksana’s touch, and Oksana’s grin softens into an ever-so-slightly smug smile.  “Once we leave, you know... you would not be able to come back.”

She waits to see what Elizabeth will do, but Elizabeth doesn’t flinch or pull away or even waver. Her eyes locked with Oksana’s, she just breathes, “Why would I want to?”

“You haven’t seen the world outside yet.” Oksana takes another step. It’s another challenge, but Elizabeth does not back away, and now they’re so close that they practically breathe the same air. “You might find you would prefer your cage.”

 “Did you?” Elizabeth challenges her, and Oksana laughs breathily. It’s a good response. She thinks maybe she will enjoy this, no matter the consequences in the end.

“Okay,” she says suddenly, and pulls away. Elizabeth’s expression dims slightly -- maybe with uncertainty, or even disappointment. Oksana wonders for a moment if Elizabeth had expected her to kiss her. Would she have been Elizabeth’s first kiss?

She somehow likes the idea of that, but... perhaps not here. So she offers her hand instead. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Elizabeth’s hand is soft in her own as she takes it, but there’s something about the recklessness of her smile that makes Oksana wonder if it’s the rest of the world that needs a warning.

[lordsister]

Not Fine (Young!All Might x Reader)

You had been friends with Toshinori since childhood, the two of you practically inseparable. When he had learned that he was quirkless, or rather supposedly quirkless as his new-found quirk indicated, you had been the one to cheer him up. Now, as high school students at U.A., not much had changed, the two of you usually seen together rather than individually...

So what the hell was this?

You stabbed a piece of egg with more violence than necessary, shoving it in your mouth and chewing on it savagely.

"(y-y/n), are you okay? You're kinda freaking me out," you're friend, Kayama Nemuri, asked you tentatively, holding her own lunch close to her body protectively.

"I'm fine. I'm totally fine! I'm more than fine! What makes you think I'm not fine?" Another piece of egg met a more violent end than it deserved.

"Well for starters, Yagi-san isn't attached to you like he usually is. I didn't even know it was possible for the two of you to be apart for the space of three minutes." She smiled teasingly at you, still slightly wary of the chopsticks you were wielding with deadly accuracy. Nemuri could practically see the flames in your eyes as you looked over to where Toshinori was eating- or trying to eat- his lunch...surrounded by adoring fangirls.

Toshinori was extremely handsome, there was no denying that. He had been popular before his quirk had miraculously appeared, but whereas you had been able to manage the occasional annoying fangirl before, now it was overwhelming. Since entering U.A., the combination of Toshinori's handsome face and powerful quirk had attracted girls like bees to the most beautiful flower to ever bloom.

'Except bees have more purpose than Toshinori's stupid fangirls,' you thought with a snort. You hadn't realized you'd been staring until Toshinori suddenly looked up, seemingly sensing your annoyed gaze, and bright, blue eyes met (e/c). Not bothering to see what his reaction would be, you looked back down hastily, shoving a clump of rice into your mouth this time.

"Your not fine, (y/n). Not fine at all." Nemuri poked your bulging cheek with her chopstick, a secretive smile decorating her lips as her eyes narrowed knowingly.

Raising an eyebrow, you swallowed your rice and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Huh?! Don't even try to play dumb with me! You know what I'm talking about!" Dropping her chopsticks, she grabbed your shoulders from across the table and began shaking you dramatically.

"Alright! Alright! I know what you mean! I know!" You did know what she meant, you just weren't great about admitting it.

"Soooooo????"

"...So...what?"

"Aren't you going to do something about all those flies on your man meat? Swoop in there and rescue your damsel in distress?"

"And look like a fool when my feelings are rejected? No, thanks! Besides, Toshinori doesn't seem to be in any distress whatsoever! If he had a problem with their attention he would've shooed them off by now, wouldn't he?"

"(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)," Nemuri scolded. "You really don't know how he looks at you when you're not looking, do you?" Now this piqued your interest, but before you could ask her what she meant by that, she was already waving your question off, giving you a lips-sealed motion. "No, no, no! You're not getting anything else out of me! If you want to know what I'm talking about, you're gonna have to ask Yagi-san yourself! Claim your love life!"

You opened your mouth to refuse, but a squeal from where Toshinori sat surrounded by fangirls abruptly halted your train of thought, immediately drawing your gaze over your shoulder. Your chopsticks snapped in your hand. Apparently, a girl had "tripped" spilling her water all over Toshinori. The look of surprise on the young man's face increased to flustered shock when a more brazen girl began to unbutton his drenched shirt. The next thing you knew, you were across the room, shoving your way through the mass of girls and mercilessly grabbing the wrists of the girl who had even dared to try to undress Toshinori. For a moment, the cafeteria went silent, all eyes on you and the girl who was visibly withering under your harsh gaze.

"YES, (Y/N)! RESCUE YOUR DAMSEL!" Nemuri's loud cheer broke the silence, bringing you back from whatever cold haze had just come over you.

'Shit,' you thought, looking into the teary eyes of the girl whose wrists you were bruising. 'Now what do I do?' Letting go of the girl, you turned to Toshinori, expecting to see horror or disgust on his face after your outburst. Wet strands of gold clung to his skin, his shirt completely unbuttoned, exposing the muscular torso his fangirls had been so eager to get a peek at, but you ignored that, eyes completely focused on his as his face shone with an expression you hadn't been expecting. Relief, admiration, and something else you couldn't quite place filled his warm sapphire eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of in this situation, your embarrassed mind jumping to the first option. Grabbing Toshinori's hand, you pulled him away from his fangirls and out of the cafeteria, hearing one long wolf whistle from Nemuri as cafeteria sounds resumed behind you.

Leading Toshinori to a more private area, your body began to shake, the effects of your actions making your mind race and bringing small tears to the corners of your eyes. '(y/n), you idiot! What have you done? You didn't even think before diving right in, did you?! Toshinori was probably enjoying that attention too! Stupid! So stupid! Nemuri was right! You're really not fine!' Raising your free hand, you swiped at the frustrated, embarrassed tears that were beginning to fall down your face, your body beginning to shaking hard as you tried to keep your composure. Toshinori must've noticed because he immediately pulled you to a stop, using the hand that was intertwined with yours to pull you into a comforting embrace.

Your eyes widened and you couldn't help the blush that bloomed over your cheeks as you were pressed into his bare chest, the liquid still dripping down it no doubt dampening the front of your uniform.  

"Thanks for saving me back there, (y/n). They really weren't going to leave me alone. Sorry I wasn't there to eat with you, I should've been more forceful with them." His warm baritone rumbled through his chest, soothing your shaking figure.

"I-Idiot, you couldn't tell them off even if your life depended on it, your just that kind. Y-you know there going to hate me now, right?" You internally cursed your weak voice for wobbling and giving away your fragile state.

He chuckled. "Maybe." A hand came up to stroke your hair. "But I'm really grateful to you for doing that. Relieved too, if I'm being honest. For a minute I thought you didn't care that they were all over me."

You looked up at him abruptly, not caring if he saw your tears. "What are you talking about? I thought you were enjoying the attention."He blinked at you in surprise, his hand halting its stroking movements, before a warm smile broke out on is lips, seeming to give him a holy shine.

"Silly (y/n). The only girl's attention I'd want in that way would be yours." You stared at him for a moment, trying not to get your hopes up as to what that implied.

"I...I don't know what to think when you say that," you admitted, averting your eyes from his.

"Hmm? I thought I'd made it pretty clear by now." Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and making you look up at him once more.

"What do you-Mhm!" Your eyes widened at the pressure against your lips. Your best friend since childhood, the future greatest hero, and the man you didn't want to admit you were desperately in love with, was kissing you.

For a moment, all you could do was stand there, frozen, as your mind tried to process as reality what was usually a dream. Toshinori's soft lips moved against yours, coaxing you to return the kiss. When he didn't get a reaction, he gently nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a small gasp from you as you finally fell into him and reciprocated. Starting off sweet and a little unsure, it quickly progressed into something much more passionate, pent up feelings on both sides finally demanding action. Your hands traveled up his sculpted chest, one of his lowering to grip your hip while the other dove into the locks of hair at the back of your head. Until the need for air demanded the two of you to separate, you explored each other passionately, lovingly, finally together after waiting for so long. Pulling away, Toshinori's groan vibrated through you as your chest rose and fell against his. You had never seen him more beautiful than he was right now. His cheeks matched yours in terms of color and golden hair fell across his half-lidded eyes, making him appear intense and lion-like. His swollen lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, your name coming out on a sigh.

"I love you, (y/n)." Ridiculously happy, tears welled up in your eyes and you gave him the brightest, most love-filled smile you could muster.

"I love you too, Toshinori. So much." He pecked you on the lips one more time, both of you smiling through the kiss. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled from your lips. "I'm really not fine when you're not around." The love in his eyes felt like being basked in warm sunlight as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'm the same way, (y/n). I'm not fine when I'm not with you."

A/N: Young All Might is just so cute!<3 I can’t help but love writing for him! I do not own My Hero Academia or any of its characters. 

[supergirlimaginesfic-blog]

Kara Danvers x reader (Let our kiss count the moments, and hearts set the pace)

Request: Hii❤️ can you write a little smutty fic based on these sentences; "can I kiss you" and "is this okay?" With Kara and fem reader, and could you make Kara the shy and inexperienced one?❤️ thank you😘    

a/n: make it SOFTTTTT, I apparently said to myself without any prompting or inclination whatsoever. Make it so SOFT that everybody including myself ugly cries and slams all types of desks, tables, walls in protest - the sheer inability of handling sweet, vulnerable, beautiful Kara overwhelming us all

So anyway sometimes I use lyrics as my alternate titles and I guess apparently I was inspired by this one (which I only realized after I wrote the entire thing) but it’s rather fitting now and it works out, so we’re using this as the main soundtrack ;) Have fun my fellow trash monsters!!

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It can’t be helped, but you’re beginning to learn that dating a superhero provides a whole different series of surprising emergencies and headaches than anyone could begin to imagine.

Certain hypotheticals, such as, ‘what if we’re having dinner with my parents and you have to leave suddenly?’, and, ‘how much longer am I supposed to be covering for you at work? I’m pretty sure most of the floor knows anyway’, are the most pressing what-ifs to be answered, and yet have remained to have the most open-ended solutions.

Even so, with Kara Danvers, however, you think even disregarding her extracurricular lifesaving activities she is simply an entirely new rollercoaster of a girl on her own.

Sometimes you question your relationship with Kara only so far as to wonder why it is you have a key to her apartment and how it is you’ve been dating something short of only two months but you feel like you’ve already moved in, and, even more alarmingly, how on earth her overprotective sister, Alex, is okay with all of the aforementioned facts.

You’ve learned thus that thinking too critically of something that truly leaves room for endless wonder is not something to dwell on, and instead you opt to marvel at worthier things such as the tone of Kara’s muscles, or maybe how equal parts powerful, radiant, and soft she is around you when no one else is watching - those are much worthier things of this universe to contemplate.

You’re only beginning to ruminate the magic that is your girlfriend when she flies through her apartment window that she’s left open.

Sometimes you wonder if she ever forgets and hits a clear glass window like a bird, and the thought makes you chuckle.

Kara hardly spares a glance at you as she lands as gracefully as she could and tumbles into her couch face first, one long, drawn out groan muffled by the cushions.

Your eyes scan over what you can see of her form quickly and you don’t see any blood streaks or anything else of immediate alarm. Content that your girlfriend is neither maimed nor Red K-induced, you let yourself feel relieved and you soften at the sight of her.

“Hey,” you call from your spot in the kitchen, “did you need anything, babe?”

You somehow manage to decipher Kara’s muffled voice when, “no thanks,” comes from her dejected form on the couch.

“Food? Drinks? Of the human or alien variety? Or the pizza place that recognizes me now?”

“No thank you,” she says again.

You wait another moment and consider the rest of your options.

“Did you want me to leave?”

Kara sits up on her knees quickly and her eyes, wide and imploring, immediately find yours. She shakes her head aggressively and her lips form a great pout, still shaking her head defiantly and you laugh lightly at her expression.

“Sit still, you big nerd,” you order affectionately as you approach the couch to stand behind her.

Kara follows obediently and lets her head fall against the back to look up at you. A small, tired smile forms on her lips and she breathes deeply.

You smile back at her and bring your hands to her shoulders, rubbing and pressing into her neck and her shoulders.

“Do Kryptonians even need massages?” you ask offhandedly. It’s a perfectly valid question, you realize.

Kara hums in relief as she allows herself to relax into your touch - no matter her answer, you think, it’s helping.

“No, not really,” she sighs deeply in contentment, “but I like feeling you.”

“I know,” you tease fondly.

You hear her short huff of breath and you don’t need to see her face to know that she’s blushing. You smirk at the fact that you know her so well.

You bring your fingers to her forehead and rub soothing circles over her skin, pressing into her temples and massaging her skull.

“Did you want to talk about it?” you ask after a moment of silence.

Kara considers the question before she responds, “no, not really.”

“Okay.”

You slide your hands over her shoulders and down either side of her arms, bending over the couch as your face comes closer to hers.

Kara breathes deeply and turns her head slightly to look at you, though you keep the steady work of your hands.

“Can you come over here?” she asks softly. “I wanna look at you,” she adds hesitantly, and you nearly swoon at her meekness.

You smile at the request and let your fingers trail over her body before you make your way around the couch to sit beside her.

She regards you attentively and you begin to feel only a little bit uneasy at the level of her look. Kara has the uncanny ability to make you feel seen, and you can never help the feelings and thoughts that run through your head when she looks at you like she’s unravelling you.

Kara looks at you still and you can only look back, your mouth slightly agape as you feel the tension between you get the slightest bit heavier.

“Kara,” you say, “can I kiss you?”

Her eyes widen imperceptibly and you think there’s a fleeting darkening of her gaze at your question.

“Yeah,” is all she supplies as she waits for you to move.

“You just make it really hard to not want to kiss you when you look at me like that,” you mutter lowly.

You bring your lips close to hers and wait, and when her eyes flutter shut in anticipation, you take that as your answer. You give her a long, chaste kiss, your hand coming up to her cheek as the other balances you.

After a moment, Kara readjusts her position and shucks her boots off. She lets you move on top of her and lies on the couch much more comfortably, chasing your lips for another kiss.

“Is this okay?” you ask between kisses.

She moans lowly in affirmation and you let both of your hands rest on her cheeks, still not letting the entirety of your weight rest on her.

You sigh into the kiss and trace your fingers over her collarbone, Kara huffing lightly at the ticklish sensation.

“You need to stop doing that,” you remark.

“What?” she asks confusedly, still taken by the haze of your kisses.

“You’re so irresistible and I don’t think you even realize it half the time.”

A slight blush colours Kara’s cheeks and she closes her eyes briefly as if to brace herself for something.

“I’ve been thinking about you... often. You’re on my mind so much lately, and I don’t know how...”

“You don’t know what, Kara?” you ask, not entirely knowing where this conversation is going.

She inhales deeply and very quietly utters her admission, “I’ve been thinking about you, and I don’t know how to... I don’t know how to ask. I want you. I don’t know how to tell you that, or to show you. I always want you- but lately... I want more.”

You’re still straddling over her legs and you study her face as she looks down at her hands. You bring a finger to her chin and tilt it upward to beckon her to meet your gaze, and you really hope your smile says in so little words how much you adore her right now.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna tell me what you think about?” you ask.

“Uhm, well- uh, where do you want me to begin?” she stutters as you bring a hand to her chest and gently push her down.

“Wherever you want, babe,” you husk in her ear.

“Uh... well sometimes, oh Rao,” she says as you begin to place kisses on her neck. “I think about you like this, actually.”

“You’ve thought about me like this?” you reiterate, and you kiss her just below her ear.

“Yeah- yes, just like this, right now, yep-” she mutters hastily.

You feel the distinct lack of her hands on you and you think you feel mildly touch starved.

You feel blindly for Kara’s hand and bring it to your waist, hoping she gets the idea.

“You can put your hands on me if you want, Kara,” you tell her in a low voice.

“Right,” she all but squeaks in a hoarse voice, placing both of her hands on you.

“Does this feel as good as when you’ve thought about it?”

You move to reposition yourself and you accidentally grind into Kara, a low moan escaping her lips. Her eyes snap open and stare at you in alarm. You smirk softly in reassurance.

“Baby, are you really okay with this?” you say in an even voice as you sit to look at her properly.

She nods her head definitively.

“Yes, (Y/N),” she says in a voice with more confidence than you’ve heard from her throughout this exchange.

You regard her affectionately and brush some errant hair from her eyes.

“You deserve so much more than a couch for our first time, Kara,” you murmur.

She shakes her head again, her voice hushed in a whisper.

“No, I- I want you... it doesn’t matter how. I’ve been thinking about you for too long and- this is me asking now.”

Suddenly, she looks at you and the intensity there nearly overwhelms you, the blueness of her eyes is absolutely striking and you think you lose yourself momentarily in their vastness.

She brings you back from your reverie when you feel her playing with the hem of your shirt, and in that quick moment of deliberation, you’ve made a choice.

You pull lightly on her sheer tights, “can we take this off?”

You hear a huff of breath from Kara and her eyes darken just a little bit more, nodding her head and lifting herself slightly to assist you.

You pull her tights slowly down on her legs until they’re completely off and you toss them away from you, Kara sighing as she watches you crawl back on top of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Kara? I know how you feel. I don’t need you to do anything apart from just being here and being you- I know you worry-”

Kara brings her hands to your cheeks and brings you just a little bit closer.

“I- I want you, I always have- I’m ready to really show you now.”

“Okay,” you finally amend. “I’m going to touch you a little bit, and just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I mean that, anything at all, just tell me,” you add sternly.

“Okay.”

You brace your weight on one hand that’s placed beside her head as you lean down and kiss her slowly, taking your time as you let her melt into your touch. You trail your fingers lazily over Kara’s side and she moans louder, pulling you in with a bit more force, and you smile into the kiss.

You bring your weight down and rest on top of her body, the feeling of being chest to chest with her pushing you further away from coherency.

You move your leg and readjust to place a knee at between her legs, pushing gently against her core and she sighs aloud.

“You still haven’t told me when you think about,” you mutter into her chest, placing kisses on her collarbone.

“You- on top, like this,” she says in between shallow breaths.

“You like that I take control, don’t you?”

You suck lightly on the skin of her chest and you feel Kara pushing down on your leg, chasing the pressure you’re teasing her with.

You bring a hand to her hip and guide her movements, coaxing her into rolling her hips against your leg.

Kara hums in pleasure and she leans her head back, giving you access to her neck. You nip at the skin there and rub your leg just a little bit more forcefully against her.

“I like that you’ve thought about me. You’re a little naughtier than I thought, aren’t you?” you mutter against her skin.

You switch your leg out with your hand and let it rest on her thighs, her skirt having ridden up with constant movement - a deep swirl of arousal overtaking a little bit more of your rational mind.

You look at her and you know there question is there in your eyes, the look of recognition in Kara’s expression telling you she understands your wordless inquiry.

“Uh, I- I’ve never... not like that, with fingers,” she mumbles hastily under her breath. She looks bashful and you think you see a little bit of embarrassment or even shame there, and you click your tongue in disapproval.

“Baby, I don’t care, it’s okay. Everyone has different experiences. I just want to take care of you, and you just tell me when you don’t like something so I can keep making you feel good, no matter what it is you need.”

“I know, I just... so you don’t expect too much.”

You breathe deeply and exhale slowly, your look getting softer as you gaze at your girlfriend.

“You are so good, Kara. You are adorable, and beautiful, and you have the most remarkable heart of anyone I have ever known. But from this moment and until I’m done with you, I’m going to make sure you forget how to even speak.”

You wait only a moment for Kara to process your words, and when her eyes widen and her mouth goes slightly slack, you’ve gotten your approval.

“Take this off?” you mutter as you reach under her skirt, your fingers tracing over her underwear and she lifts herself quickly, gets rid of the material with almost non-human speed.

You let your fingers wander along the skin of her thighs and you think even with that, Kara’s senses are heightened. You wander closer and closer to her centre and you hear as her breaths become quicker and shallower.

You bring your fingers a little higher, letting them hover just above where she needs you, and you hear her whine at your teasing.

She brings a hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss - you’re sufficiently distracted enough to bring your hand against her, and you revel in the sound she makes when she finally feels you.

You swallow her moan in a kiss as you rub slow circles against her, becoming more spurred on by how much more vocal Kara is becoming.

“You’re so good for me, Kara.”

She moans louder and you rub faster, grinding against the firmness of her stomach and you’re reminded of the sheer strength she possesses. You almost moan at the realization that she’s becoming undone at your hands.

You change the pace of your fingers and begin stroking upwards, pressing against her folds more intently with a quicker rhythm and you can feel how much more eager she’s getting as your fingers get slicker.

You slip a finger slowly into her, groaning at the wetness and the feeling of her around you, and the sound that escapes her lips arouses you tenfold as she moans in your ear.

You test her reaction, your finger moving slowly and purposely and you can feel as she widens her legs for you.

“Good girl,” you whisper with a little hint of a snarl. “Look at you spreading your legs for me without having to ask.”

“(Y/N),” she says in a long, drawn out moan.

“Show me how much you want me, baby.”

You let another finger slide into her and you thrust steadily, Kara rocking against your palm with ever-increasing desperation.

You rub your thumb against her clit and Kara mewls at the contact, her head falling back in pleasure as her voice fills the room. You moan at the sound and fuck her harder.

You feel her blunt fingernails digging into your back and you sigh with pleasure, swallowing the sounds of Kara’s ecstasy in a heated kiss.

You test the rhythm of your ministrations with one well-placed curl of your fingers and Kara’s scream rings through the apartment. She’s a babbling mess of sweet nothings and your name when you continue fucking her steadily.

“You’re so beautiful when I’m fucking you like this, baby.”

Kara mewls loudly and her breaths come out in fragmented shorts and stops, no doubt anyone nearby can hear her.

“You’re so good for me. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” you ask.

“Yes, yes- (Y/N), please!”

You begin thrusting your fingers faster and rubbing her clit quicker, Kara’s voice increasing in pitch until she’s breathing erratically.

“Come all over my fingers, Kara. I want to taste you when I’m done with you.”

You don’t think you’ve heard a more attractive sound than Kara screaming with pleasure, but then she’s moaning and coming, her chest rising and falling as she grips harshly at your shoulders, her back arching with the release of her orgasm.

“(Y/N)- yes, yes! Rao- yes, please-”

You kiss her and keep the relentless pace of your fingers until you feel Kara’s body become limp under yours, her shaky breaths filling her chest once more as she rides the afterwaves of her pleasure.

You slip your fingers out of her and don’t bother to wipe them on anything as you bring them to your lips and suck the taste of her from them. Kara stares at you hungrily as she watches you make work of your fingers.

You lean down and let your lips hover just above hers when you’re done, slowly moving in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“You taste good,” you mutter, and you see even past her post-orgasm haze the blush that rushes to her cheeks, but Kara’s bringing a hand to your hair and tugging lightly to pull you in for another kiss.

You relent and let your hands come up to either side of her face, letting your weight rest against her body and you soften with the feel of her pressed flush against you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“I love you,” she says.

Kara’s voice is gravelly and hoarse, and her eyes widen at her own admission.

“I love you too,” you reply easily.

“Oh. Okay.”

Your eyebrow arches in question when you look to her, and Kara looks moderately alarmed.

“No, I mean- that was- I always thought it’d be more difficult... to like... why do you make everything so easy?” she says mildly indignant.

You smirk at her rambling and let your head rest against her chest, forcing her to cuddle you in the small space of the couch.

“I could give you a harder time?” you offer teasingly.

“No thanks,” she mumbles, and you laugh at her quick resignation.

You listen for the beat of her heart, and for the most part, you hear that her breaths are returning to their steady up and down.

“I could help you clean up?” you say after a while.

“No, it’ll be fine. I just want to stay like this for a bit... if that’s okay?” she says softly.

You move to look up at your girlfriend and you smile at the admiration you see there in her eyes. You kiss her wordlessly and let yourself feel the contentment of being enveloped in her arms.

Kara, you’ve realized, makes you feel both parts so very human and like you’re at new, unworldly heights.

She makes you experience things with greater intensity. Somehow, she’s simultaneously made life feel like it’s moving forward with an unprecedented velocity and still, that time has been left untouched and at a standstill, and you wonder just how that’s so.

You’re beginning to really learn that Kara Danvers truly is everything; she is everything, and even still with your greatest shock, she is one thing that you still cannot believe - yours.

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Just A Girl in Arkham (Jerome x reader) Part 2

Word Count: 2130 Warnings: ‘therapy’, blood, Galavans, murder. Take your pick. A/N: Okey Dokey, so obviously there will be more than two parts, sorry most of this was dialogue from the episode, and don’t worry, you’ll be back more next chapter.

It had been three weeks since you’d met Jerome. In those three weeks, you’d killed four people. Three guards and one patient. The asylum only knew about two of those murders. But, back to solitary you would go.  You were sitting at a table with Jerome, straight jacket finally gone, when four guards charged into the room. They seemed to be looking for someone, and you quickly realized that someone was you. Ducking under the table just in time, you pulled Jerome under with you once they had gone.  “What’s with the disappearing act, doll face?” He asked in amusement.  You pressed a finger to your lips in response. Once you were sure the guards were out of hearing range, you answered him.  “Those four souls that will not be missed,” you hinted. Jerome immediately caught on.  “Well sugar, you know I think you’ve got balls to keep killing inside this mad house,” he said in admiration, “but you had to have known they’d find ‘em sooner or later.” You sighed.  “I know, but they were just so…,” you made a face as you tried to find the word you were looking for, “there. Ugh, so annoying, and nagging. And that one creep with Babs…”  “Hey, hey,” Jerome consoled you, rubbing your arms up and down in a comforting way, “it’s ok. You’ll be fine.”  “No, I won’t, J.” You shook your head. “If I go back to solitary, I don’t get to see you.” He thought for a moment before a wide grin split across his face.  “Well, we both know you’ll eventually be found, so how about a ‘going away’ surprise?” He offered. You slowly nodded and Jerome clapped his hands together excitedly.  “Ok, close your eyes.” He instructed. You did so, and a moment later you felt his lips pressed against yours. They were slightly chapped, but still soft. You hummed and responded immediately. After several moments, you pulled away, both of you breathing heavily.  “Hmm, you’re not too bad at that Valeska. Guess I’ll have to keep you around.” You said with a grin.  “Ditto for you, sweets.” He said, tossing you a smile. At that moment, Barbra, (whom you had been getting along smashingly with.) decided to poke her head under the table.  “Umm, Y/n, hun. Yea, they know you’re in here. I’d go peaceably. They’ve got sedatives and tasers.” She warned. You turned back to Jerome and smirked.  “Showtime, babe.” You said, kissing him square on the lips one last time before crawling out from under the table.  You stood up and instantly caught the guards eye.  You noticed your doctor there, as well as about five more guards.  “All this for me?” You asked, placing your hand over your heart and pretending to be flattered.  “Patient number 6663, come forward with your hands on your head. Move slowly.” A large guard standing across the table from you instructed. You just grinned and shook your head, letting your hand drop. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jerome get out from under the table.  “Sorry kid, no go.” You said, still smiling. Your doctor spoke up.   “Y/n, please do as they ask.” He pleaded. “You’ve really been doing so much better.”  “Hmm,” you pretended to think about it. “Nope.”  You jumped up onto the table and then the guard, wrapping your legs around his neck and squeezing until he fell over from lack of air. You stood and whipped your head around to find another guard advancing toward you. You dove to the floor and rolled before kicking his legs out from under him. Just as you were getting up, you felt something sting at your back, then your side, then two on your front. You felt the stings turn into jolts, and realized too late that they were electrocuting you with their tasers.  This incapacitated you long enough for them to hold you down and force you into a transfer chair. Two hauled you up and forced you to sit in the chair while the others strapped down your wrists, forearms, ankles, calves, and thighs. Another strapped your head to the chair using a band that went over your forehead, and one that went around your chin.  “Ha ha,” you laughed humorlessly. “Ya got me!” You said loudly. Although you were being forced to look in the same direction, you could see guards holding Jerome and Barbra back with your peripheral vision. You contemplated telling them you’d be fine, but decided against it when the guards formed a circle around you, tasers pointed in your direction.  Though you knew it made you seem even more unstable, you laughed softly the entire time the guards transported you to the solitary level of the asylum. However, when you stopped, you were not where you expected to be. Instead of the normal dingy cell with no windows, you were in front of a large door that read: ‘ELECTROTHERAPY’.  You furrowed your eyebrows and sent a glare at your doctor.   “I’m sorry, Miss L/n, I know I said I wouldn’t, but we’re running out of options for you.” Your doctor sighed as he opened the door. The guards brought you into the ‘therapy’ room, but if you were being honest, it looked more like a torture room. Everything was metal, except for the walls, which were painted stark white.   A nurse hurried over and gave you a shot of a blue liquid. You growled at her and she scurried away quicker than she’d come.  The drug affected you almost immediately. Looking around, everything was either fuzzy or blurry, the objects and people just shapes to you. The guards waited for the drug to reach maximum power before loosening the straps on you. You tried to get up and run, fight, do anything, but the second you stood up your legs quit, and three of the guards caught you roughly. They shoved you into a large metal chair, and although you were numb, you felt the cold metal biting at your skin. It wasn’t unlike a dentist’s chair; someone pushed a button and it laid back like a table. You felt your arms and legs being grabbed and held down by large hands. When the hands left your skin, thick strips of leather replaced them.  And just like that, the drugs wore off. You could instantly feel heavy straps on your torso, up your legs, and down your arms. You smirked up at your doctor, whom you could see clearly now.  “This is gonna be fun.” ---------------------------------------------------------

 Jerome bolted upright. There it was again. It hadn’t stopped since you’d been taken down to solitary. He winced as it sounded yet again. Your screams, followed by your laughter. Not the laughter Jerome loved to hear; not the way you’d laugh when he told you a joke, or when you‘d plotted killing the guard who kept harassing Barbra. It was forced. Pained.  And it broke Jerome’s heart.  He fell back onto his stiff mattress, covering his head with his pillow. How your screams managed to carry up to the first level, Jerome had no idea. He could only imagine what they were doing to you, and it was killing him. ------------------------------------------------------------

 Two weeks. Two weeks you’d been in solitary. Jerome had started to plan out a way to go see you. If this was torture for him, he couldn’t imagine how it was for you. Especially since you were the one actually being tortured.  He was currently sitting at the table with Richard, Barbra, Greenwood, Helzinger, and Dobkins when Barbra suddenly announced she was bored.  “I’m bored without Y/n. This is no fun. Someone tell a story.” She said, looking around from her position; laying on Richard’s lap. Said man spoke up after a moment, and began telling a story about playing polo in collage.  Not very far into the story, a fat, pale man with strange hair stumbled into the common area.   “I am Zaardon, the Soul Reaper!” He announced loudly, as if he expected everyone to be afraid of him. Everyone simply stared at him for a moment before going back to what they were talking about, Richard returning to his story. He tried again to make himself seem important, getting up on the table to do so. Still, no one paid him any mind, that is, until he fell over. Barbra shot him a semi-interested expression, and everyone else followed suit once a blue smoky substance began to pour out of his mouth.  Barbra placed a hand over her mouth and began coughing violently. Richard next, then Jerome, until everyone was convulsing fiercely. One by one, they dropped like flies. The last thing Jerome made out before going dark was a woman walking in through the gates. --------------------------------------------------------

    “What the hell is this place?” Greenwood was the first to speak, bringing anyone who was still asleep into consciousness. Jerome frowned as he noticed he was strapped to a trolley type piece of metal.    “It ain’t Arkham, anyhow. Things are looking up!” Jerome said as he looked over at the cannibal, his face lighting up at the end of his sentence.  “Welcome!” A new voice brought all eyes to the man who’d just walked in. “Everyone, my name is Theo Galavan, this is my sister, Tabitha.” He gestured to the beautiful African American woman behind him. Some of the boys started making inappropriate noises at her, and Theo held up his hand to silence them.  “I understand you’re feeling confused, scared, a little groggy, but please relax. Today is the first day of a wonderful future for all of you if you want… well now, the question is, who are you?” He began walking down the line. “The world sees criminal lunatics, I see brilliance, I see charisma, and power...” he trailed off as he approached Barbra. “I see power.” He said softly.  “Yes, my man, exactly,” Jerome interrupted, smiling widely,” it is so spooky, that is me to a T. These other bozos, I don’t know, but you’re singing my song.”  “Quiet, Jerome. That’s enough.” Richard cut him off in a scolding tone.   “Imagine a group of brilliant outlaws like yourself, each selected for their unique ability all working together as a team, imagine the synergy, imagine the impact…Gotham would tremble before you.” Theo finished his little speech, walking up to Richard. “Well that sounds fabulous,” Barbra spoke up, gaining Theo’s attention,” but I’m not a brilliant outlaw, I just have, hmm,” she thought for a second,” issues.” She decided.  “You have ferocity, and beauty, and desire, and that’s enough. Come with me Barbra,” Theo spoke, hooking a finger under Barbra’s chin,” whatever you want in the world, it’s yours.”  “Theo, that’s your name, right?” Richard piped up, drawing Mr. Galavans attention away from Barbra. “Theo, you’re getting way ahead of yourself here, first of all, keep your hands off her, second this whole magic team, I gotta pass. I don’t take orders. Good luck on everything though, it’s an intriguing concept.”  “This is very disappointing,” Galavan said, frowning.  “Oh,” Richard scoffed, “fair play. You want a reward for busting us out of Arkham? I am grateful. How does a million bucks sound, pretty good? I can get it for you today, as soon as I hit the street.”  “Money’s not the concern. I had such high hopes for you, and any anticipated sexual jealousy that poisons the well…you have to go, Tabitha will see you out.”  A few men untied Richard, and he shook out his shirt before walking towards Barbra.  “Miss Kean is coming with me.” He stated.  “Oh, she doesn’t want to go where you’re going.” Theo said in a bored tone. At that moment, Tabitha snapped the whip that had been at her side up, and encircled Richard’s neck. Pulling back harshly, she threw him on the ground in front of her while everyone watched. She briskly walked over to him and straddled him, pulling out a knife and stabbing it repeatedly into his chest. Blood splattered across Greenwoods face. Barbra was breathing heavily, and Jerome was laughing at the scene in front of him.  Tabitha looked up at her brother with a dark smile on her face.  “Anyone else want to leave?” Theo asked. Everyone shook their heads slightly.  “Good.” He said, turning to go.  “Mr. Galavan!” Jerome called after him, and he froze, turning to face the ginger. He raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to speak.  “I have a request.” Jerome said, smiling.

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Six Years

Part 20 - Scattered Beans

Leni woke up and realized that Bolet left already. She immediately took a bath and fixed herself hoping she could still go to Digong and personally greet him before he flies to France.

She asked her driver to drive her to Malacañang and he made it possible, they arrived at the place at nine.

"Mam Leni!" One of Digong's assistant sounded enthused upon seeing her. "Uy, sorry hindi ako nakaabot kagabi, may mga tinapos lang na papeles tapos nagloko pa yung phone ko." She explained. "Ay ayos lang mam. Hinahanap nga kayo ni Digong kagabi." He replied.

"Si Digong ba nandiyan? Babatiin ko kase sana ng personal. Anong oras pala yung flight niya?" She asked making him feel a bit down. "Ay mam... ngayong nine po flight ni Digong papuntang France. Kanina pa pong mga eight sila lumakad papuntang airport." He informed her.

Her heart broke as she missed the chance to personally greet him for his birthday. She felt bad that she made him expect her presence last night and she didn't even make it.

"Ganon ba?" She uttered and felt remorse.

She left the palace feeling so empty and bad for missing the chance to greet him. She knew how much it would mean to him to receive a greeting from her but she missed it.

—

Yvette went up to Leni's unit for a girlfriend bonding. "Girl, nakasalubong ko si Bolet sa baba ha. Kamusta na pala? Kayo na ba ulit?" She asked.

Leni chuckled faintly, "Hindi naman kami naghiwalay." She corrected her. She facetiously rolled her eyes.

"Eh di sige, irerephrase ko. Siya na ba ulit yung mahal mo? Pano na si Digong?" She stated, Leni felt so heavy.

"Wala na kami ni Digong diba?" Leni reminded her. "Oo pero alam ko namang nandiyan parin si Digong sa puso mo. Di ba? Aminin mo." She retorted.

"Baliw, hindi pwede." She replied. "Bakit? Dahil boyfriend mo si Bolet? Jusko Leni. Alam mo, kahit nauna si Bolet kay ano, ramdam ko na mas matimbang parin si Digong sayo. Wag mo i-deny." She responded, Leni looked at her quietly.

"Ikaw na nagsabi. Boyfriend ko si Bolet." She replied.

"Oh diba totoo? Compare mo sa hindi na mabilang na beses niyo ni Bolet na naging intimate and everything simula nung naging kayo. I mean look, mas matagal man naging kayo ni Bolet pero mas minahal mo parin si Digong kahit ilang taon lang kayo." She tried to prove a point. "Hindi ko alam, Yvette." She replied feeling so confused.

"Anong hindi mo alam? Alam mo yan, ayaw mo lang aminin yan sa sarili mo." She refuted.

Leni sighed heavily, she felt so guilty. Every word that came out of Yvette's mouth appeared to be accurate. She really loves Digong, she really do.

"Anong gagawin ko? Kahit naman mahal ko siya, hindi pwede. Gugulo kung ipipilit ko." She confided.

"Alam mo, Leni, isa lang naman ang possible cause ng gulo. Yun ay yung malaman ni Digong yung sainyo ni Bolet sa ibang tao. Kung ako sayo, magconfess ka na sakanya habang maaga." She suggested.

"Kung magalit siya eh di magalit, pero huhupa din yan. Ang mahalaga sa'yo nanggaling." She followed. Leni knew she had a point but then she feared to disappoint and hurt him. Hence, telling the truth is the best and safest option.

After the talk with Yvette, Leni reflected alone in her room and thought about telling everything to Digong and ending things up with Bolet. He was very understanding of her ever since and she held into this concept.

He won't be mad because he understands. He won't leave me because he loves me.

Sana.

—

Digong was busy reading the newspaper in his office when Bong suddenly interrupted him. "Digong, si ano nandiyan. Gusto ka daw makausap." He informed him. "Sino?" He replied.

"Si Bolet. Congressman ng QC." He elaborated, Digong felt a but curious as he don't recall asking for his presence that day, they weren't close either and he has been wary of him since rumors about him and Leni reached him. He wondered what could the visit be for.

"Sige," He permitted. Bong assisted him inside.

Bolet respectfully shook hands with him and took a seat. "How can I help you congressman?" He opened the conversation.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about something personally kaya ako napadaan dito." He replied. "Tungkol saan?" Digong asked.

"Tungkol kay Leni," he answered sternly. Digong felt a anticipated to know they are going to discuss about Leni. "Si Leni? Bakit? Anong meron." He asked.

"I want you to be informed, Digong. I am completely aware that you and Leni are... together. Pero I just want to make sure kung alam niyo rin na may boyfriend si Leni." He spilled.

"Oh? Sino?" Digong asked trying to conceal is astonishment. "I'll get into that later. Pero gusto ko malaman kung alam niyo ba na yung girlfriend niyo ay may iba." He interrogated.

"Eh... I don't think I would believe until I see solid evidences." Digong began to trick him. Bolet got a bit annoyed with how hard it was for him to make him believe that Leni was cheating on him so that he could hate on her.

"Ano ba ang posibleng mangyari kung malaman niyo kung sino yung lalake ni Leni?" He asked.

"Eh, kung matino man yon walang problema. As long as she's in good hands, no problem." He retorted making Bolet even more worried that he won't be able to infuriate Digong without any evidences.

Digong started to recall the bruises on Leni's arms, he began to plot and connect the dots causing an anger for the unnamed man to sprout inside him.

"Sila parin ba nung sinasabi mong boyfriend niya?" Digong asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact they are very intimate. I am very close to them kaya nga ako pumunta rito dahil concern lang naman ako." He replied, Digong remained wary.

"Sino ba kase yang lalake ni Leni?" His voice started to rise, Bolet felt alive, little did he know that Digong was faking it.

"Put— dapat alam ko yan. Kilala mo tapos pupunta punta ka rito tapos hindi mo papangalanan." He pretended he was getting furious. "Gusto mo hulaan ko pa o gusto mo ako magpangalan?" Digong asked.

"Well, I want to keep the confidentiality nung lalake dahil kaibigan ko rin siya. I hope you under—"

"Eh walang silbi yung pagpunta mo dito niyan." He interjects. "Digong, kapag sinabi ko possible na magkaissue ako kay Leni at sa lalake. Si Leni nalang yung tanungin niyo." Digong followed now feeling confused about what he wanted: to hear the whole truth or to stop.

"I just came here to inform you dahil napakadisrespectful ng ginagawa ni Leni. Pinagsasabay kayo tapos hindi ko pa sigurado kung aware kayo sa mga pinagagawa niya." Bolet tried to pretend he was badly concerned.

"Put— bakit naisipan mong sumugod dito at ilaglag bigla si Leni kung close friend mo siya? How will I know if you're credible?" He questioned him despite that he already had a feeling that he was actually Leni's other man. He wasn't infuriated by Leni's cheating but what irked him was Bolet's betrayal to Leni.

"Ikaw bahala, Digong, kung maniniwala ka o hindi. I am just a concerned friend here informing you about her. Who knows in the future, she might betray you professionally?" He tried to manipulate him but he knew he was playing.

Digong scoffed, Bolet stood up and headed towards the door to exit. "I know it's you." Digong uttered making haltering him from leaving his office.

How did he know?

He turned to him; speechless. He stood up from his seat and walked towards him with a stern look. "Ikaw nagbigay sakanya ng mga pasa niya sa kamay?" He uttered toughly slightly intimidating Bolet. "Bakit hinihila mo siya paibaba ngayon? Meron ba siyang hindi naibibigay sa'yo?" Digong grilled him but he remained unspoken.

Bolet started to feel annoyed with how he was failing with his agenda of making Digong hate Leni. "You're crazy over Leni." He uttered impulsively.

"Crazy," Digong scoffed. "Ikaw ang crazy. Girlfriend mo tapos hinihila mo pababa, putáng— umalis ka sa harap ko mababaril kita." He taunted him. Bolet didn't want to further infuriate himself so he decided to leave.

As soon as Bolet left, Digong sat down alone in his office and closed his eyes. The pain and agony of Leni's alleged unfaithfulness started to sprout on his chest.

Questions started to swarm his head and make him pity himself.

Minahal kaya talaga niya ako o akala ko lang yon? Agreement lang kaya sakanya lahat at ako lang ang nagseryoso? Am I wrong that I trusted her when she said she loves me too?

Digong sighed and reevaluated things for hours.

—

Leni took a deep breath and finally made up her mind.

Sige. He deserves to know everything about me. Kung magagalit siya, fine, magkakaayos din naman kami pero kung hindi na niya ako mapatawad... siguro ibig sabihin non, hindi lang talaga kami para sa isa't isa.

"Bong," Leni called his attention upon entering the palace. He was astonished for a moment to see her sudden presence. "Mam? Napadaan kayo? Hindi yata ako nasabihan." He replied. "Ah, sorry. Biglaan lang din kase. Pwede ko bang makausap si Digong?"

"May importante lang sana akong sasabihin." She uttered softly. Bong discreetly wondered if it was about Bolet as he came to talk to Digong earlier that day.

Related kaya? Ano kayang nangyayari?

Bong immediately informed Digong about Leni's presence. He immediately gave the permission to let her in.

She shyly entered his office quite nervous, he took a glane at her and went back to reading some papers; she was clueless of Bolet's presence earlier.

"Digong." She uttered softly as he was busy reading. "Upo ka," he offered without letting his eyes go off the papers. "Busy ka ba?" She asked as she took a seat.

"Hindi naman, bakit ka napadaan?" He replied. She started to feel slightly bothered by his cold opening. He usually smiles at her during her visits but this time, he was serious.

"Ah? Uhm, gusto kase sana kita makausap." She began. "Tungkol saan?" He replied.

She established her courage before speaking further. "Tungkol saakin, may gusto kase sana akong sabihin sa'yo and gusto ko sana malaman mo 'to saakin kesa sa ibang tao." She retorted.

He started yo formulate hypothesis in his head. Siguro nasabihan na ito ni Bolet kaya aamin na. Hay...

"Ako rin may sasabihin." He replied making her wonder. "Ano yon?" She asked thinking it's better to make him speak first before she confess everything about her and Bolet in all honesty. He placed back the papers he was reading on the folder and focused on her.

"Dumaan yung boyfriend mo dito kaninang umaga." He dropped making her ground shake.

"Boyfriend?" She felt lost.

"Oo, si Banal."

He named names, Leni's world stopped for a moment out of astonishment.

To be continued...