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psychelis-new · 2 years ago

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pick a pile: "How to make it better"

take a breathe and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about possible ways to make or look at your situation from a different perspective or maybe change it completely for the best. it may involve shadow work guidance or other stuff you need to focus on (!!triggers can be there!!): I'm still not very aware of the messages that need to come through but this is what I feel I need to channel for you now. Thanks @cancerchronicels for suggesting and then inviting me to post this reading and the previous one.

btw you don't have to necessarily check for the same pile you got in the "Dark shadow" pac, follow your intuition.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. Also, you're in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

You may be occasionally self sabotage. Letting your mind go places. Overthinking. Feeling scared, anxiety taking over. Being confused. Try to calm down, doing some meditation or breathing techniques. Spend time in nature, under the sun. Enjoy the warmth of its rays. Maybe get a plant and grow it (from seeds even, despite right now may not be the right moment). I think you need to take care of yourself, bobdy and mind. Talk about your fears and worries, not let them poison you inside. Don't isolate: this is sometimes dangerous, cause it can make you lose touch with reality and enhance the feeling of being alone, having to deal with things and dark thoughts alone. Which is not the case. So even having to take care of a plant or maybe a pet, could help you making you feel more in touch with the present, reminding you about the importance of the now compared to the future worries. And even slightly calm your mind and stress down. Get in touch with your friends, with other people. Engage in discussions and be open to talk about your fears too, maybe in support groups or to a professional. Read, learn more about ways to ground yourself and, if you feel to, read more about psychology and mental stress and anxiety and how they work inside our mind. Maybe even childhood trauma or c/ptsd. The feeling of unsafeness, in particular (which is generally related with childhood, the moment in which we should learn how to feel safe and protected). Remember you can act on your fears, you can learn how to deal with them without having them scaring you and worrying you that much. It's hard to live happily and nicely when such toughts keep popping up and destroying our securities. As you know feelings come and go, they don't have to govern us not even for a second. You are in charge of your mind and thoughts, even in the hardest moments. You're brave, we all know: you made it until here, until now. You can do this too. Try. And rememebr to act with love toward yourself: you only deserve love and nothing else. No matter what you've been taught in the past.

songs: american life | madonna; out of your mind | dane bowers ft. true steppers

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pile 2

Everyday remember to find some time or do something only for yourself. You deserve to unwind. Do anything creative, exercise, cook or bake, read a book, watch a movie... anything that you like to do and that makes you feel good and relaxed. Apply body lotions, take a warm bath... just focus on you. Doing this will remind you of your self worth and it will act as a countdown (if this makes any sense) to getting your goals and dreams, maybe even in a faster way. Lock outside the noises, the people who judge easily, the annoyances, the stress, and just be with you. Especially learning such a habit, of taking time for yourself, will help you remind you about how you're deserving of all the things you wish to get. You know, probably some of you may just not really know what to wish for or what to do, cause you may feel not deserving or that you're asking for impossible stuff. Words are difficult to come out (and I can't even speak/write properly). My mind is going randomly blank. Remember that is not up to you to decide what you deserve or not. You can try for whatever you feel called to, especially if you have a kind heart and good intentions, the Universe will very likely love to give you all you wish for (in particular if it's something that is good for you and your life path). Don't let your ego come in between: it is often biased by our past, by the environment we've grown up in, by the people that surround us: never feel like you're not deserving or any less of someone else or whatever it is that you're thinking and that is making your self esteem being almost non-existant. You can do and get anything, you need to prove (yourself especially) that you're worthy and that you can afford that. And trust me, you can. You attract what you wish for, so remember to show kindness to your self, to your emotions, and just be brave and end this mental pain you're self-inflicting yourself. Just try, please. You'll be surprised. Start taking care of you, giving to yourself more than to others, and see the change inside: it'll show outside too. Don't rush things, take your time. And really, grow this habit of taking care of you daily. This will make you attract even more love in your life. And I feel this is something you not just need but are also deeply searching for in your life. So yeah, change the way you act with yourself, and other things will change too. Be compassionate (bonus song: scars | papa roach). Remember to look at the root of the problem btw; at the whys you're feeling so undeserving, so to stop it (and I don't mean ending up in the wrong relationships: we unknowingly attract them cause of the way we see ourselves and the way we were parented/what we learnt in our childhood. Looking at the cause of this, will help you see the whole picture and find an healthy balance and healthy relationship).

songs: hard frequency | db boulevard; it takes two | fiji blue

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pile 3

It stings, right? Or there's something that triggers you and annoys you. It's not like pile 4 though. It is more related to the future? Pile 3 your energy is difficult to channel. You are also calm tbh, relaxed... it's like you're taking a break before starting something new, maybe a new healing path. It's like you know what is going on, but you also know you need to stop and enjoy what you've done until now. All the shadow work you've done until today. Which is great! I mean, you already know how to make it better, what am I even here for? :) You know you can enjoy, that now is the time to enjoy and just trust the process. You know that you can take a breath, recover, and then start again. Okay you may still worry at times (that's what stings). You know what you should do but you probably cannot always stick to the plan: you fear your wishes will go further if you do stop. That your dreams will not materialize or completely get blocked if you pause and enjoy for a moment. I think I'm here to remind you that your fears aren't the reality of things. That you are blocking your dreams exactly with this type of thoughts and fears, and not when you stop or enjoy and trust the process. Deep down you're aware of this, but still you cannot avoid ending up in this cycle. Maybe cause you see no actual sign or feedback in your 3d and after a while the worries you're doing something wrong may take over again. Don't. It's a trap. From your mind, your ego, and honestly, I feel it's a test from the Universe too. Trust it, no matter if you don't see actual signs. Trust that what you want and deserve is coming, but in divine timing, and when you'll be ready to really heal your trust and self confidence issues. Give it a try, please. Try for once to do the opposite, to not fall into this overthinking pattern. Give yourself and the Universe the chance to heal properly. We're here for ourselves, to enjoy, not to keep worrying and working and stressing over results and the time that passes. Our souls have a different conception of life and time compared to the one we are growing and living in. And honestly, society is making it hard to live these days. So it would be probably just good for our health, both physical and mental, if we stopped and enjoyed what we really like and feel called to do/experience. And I think that is the message for you. Stop the worry, start living for real. Let go. Even if it's hard. You know you can control your worries, even if at times it is hard. You can do it. The Universe is with you. And remember, you have time. And if you stop from worrying, you'll notice that too. And plan it the way you want to. Give yourself a break. For real.

songs: give me love | ed sheeran; breathe | backstreet boys

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pile 4

(this pile may be related to the other reading's pile 4 as well, but not necessarily. the energy feels similar)

Pile 4, I wouldn't wanna be blunt but... I honestly thought that the piles for these readings should have been just 3 but then, Idk, I guess you need to hear something else too. And probably even faster than the others as I'm typing your pile first (which is so very unusual for me). What's up with you? I do believe there is something that scares you, or annoys you, even if it's a small thing (not for everyone ofc and probably not from your point of view, and that's normal and okay: when we spiral, even the smallest thing can take up the bigger room). You need some support and direction now (my shivers don't lie). Okay, let's see. This "bad" thing in your life, this trigger, is always there. You may pretend you don't see it, and you can forget about it even, but it's always there. The moment you let go a little, it comes out again and it's ready to bug you and bring you down again. So you don't really wanna let go much anymore. You know, that's how triggers work. It's so very annoying and painful, but it's their way to tell you "hey, this thing is important for you and your life, and therefore you need to pay attention to it and understand why" (I think some of you feel like this is a little thing cause "others have it worse" or because you've been told so. Trust me, even if it's a small thing but it bugs you that deeply, it means it is important and it is not so small to you -and hey, you're here for you not for others-. You don't have to compare your life experience to the one of anyone else. You have your pain/trauma/issues to deal with, others have theirs. It's not a competition). Embrace that little "bad" thing/thought. Accept it is part of you and nurture it. Try to understand why it bugs you that much, when or from where it was born. And welcome it inside of you. Only by doing this you'll be able to go on and not be bugged/hurt or spiral so down low again. It's not an easy or fast process, remember. It may take you a while, and many different tries, even "failures" (but it's fine: if you don't try you will never know what works for you; this is a new thing, you cannot always know how everything will go beforehand, before actually trying it: you need to make a real experience of it). You can ask for help though, you don't have to do it all alone. Sometimes it's the thing we consider the easiest that ends up being the hardest we have to deal with, cause we may underestimate it, because "we have been through worse" (but we forget that "worse" was also different), or because we don't give that thing enough attention, cause it's smaller compared to others (again, it's also different) and "there are more important stuff" or "I'll deal with it later" (don't give it time to rot inside. I mean take breaks ofc, focus also on your life and the happy stuff -these help the healing-, but don't let it grow inside as you're neglecting it). There are many nice things around you, and many more in store. Don't give up, don't let this take over you. Find your way to be completely happy again. Change this, it's in your power to do this work.

songs: discoloration | dawn golden; plasticine | placebo

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makoodlesarchive · 5 years ago

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you wear them well

you know what this is, my friends? pure indulgence. 7.1k words of total, pure indulgence. enjoy xx

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader word count: 7.1k warnings: NSFW, unsafe sex, panty theft, bakugou in panties tag list: @allywritesimagines @tobiodel-ay-ee-hoo

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You’re in somewhat of an embarrassing predicament.

The boxer briefs lie on your bed, looking painfully innocuous. There are at least eight pairs. You have no idea where they’ve come from.

Well, that��s not entirely true. You know that you picked them up accidentally in the laundry room when you were collecting your own load of clean laundry, and brought them back to your dorm only to finally notice them when you were putting your stuff away. The problem is, you don’t know whose they are.

Whoever owns the underwear must have taken yours by mistake -- the boxers had been in a generic mesh laundry bag that was the exact same as yours, so it’s easy to see how the mix up had happened. Still though. You’re in an awkward situation. Because your bag had contained all of your fanciest, most delicate underwear, and you’re mortified at the thought of whoever owns these boxers opening the bag up to find all that lace and silk. All that fancy underwear had cost so much money though, and you really wanted them back. How the hell were you supposed to find whoever had them now?

Your dilemma preoccupies your thoughts for the rest of the day. It’s all you can think about as you lie in bed trying to go to sleep.

By the time the next morning rolls around, you resign yourself to just having to ask the guys in the dorm if they may have taken your underwear by accident. You try to work yourself up to it when everyone is clamouring over breakfast, feeling like you might be able to play it off casually enough that it’s not a big deal. But everyone is yelling and laughing and super hyper despite the early hour, and you chicken out. Maybe over breakfast isn’t the best time to ask, anyway.

During class, you can’t stop your eyes roving over the guys. None of them look as though they’re preoccupied with the thought of the stolen ladies underwear they procured as of yesterday, but then again, how would you know?

By the end of the day, you’re reasonably certain that you can cross Mineta off your suspect list -- there’s no way the little pervert would ever be able to keep his damn mouth shut if he had found a laundry bag full of fancy panties, and he’s been quiet all day. You cross Kaminari off the list for the same reason, although with a little less certainty. Other than that, you have absolutely no idea. No one had mentioned missing laundry at all today.

That night you lie in bed and frown at the ceiling. This was ridiculous. You wanted your fancy panties back now! Besides, you had accidentally taken eight pairs of boxers from someone. The Calvin Klein waistband told you that they weren’t cheap, either. Surely they needed those back by now?

The next morning, you’re antsy. You know that your classmates have noticed by the concerned looks that Uraraka keeps shooting you, but you just can’t get your mind off the underwear situation. The day passes in much the same way as the one before it had; not a mention of underwear to be had anywhere. You’re starting to get annoyed. You plan to mention the situation to the girls the morning after, but end up chickening out when the time comes. You can’t help but overthink everything; it’s been three days since the underwear mix-up, which is surely too long for you to have waited to tell anyone. Why didn’t you just tell them when it had first happened? You could kick yourself.

Nearly a week passes like this. For a few days, at least, schoolwork is the priority in your head. It’s nice while it lasts, to not have your every waking moment filled with thoughts of your missing panties. Unfortunately, as soon as the weekend hits and you find yourself with free time on your hands, those thoughts come back with a vengeance. It’s literally driving you insane, so you do what you always do when you’re frustrated since you started in UA -- you head to the training room to work out your frustrations.

It’s a Saturday evening, so you’re not alone in the training room, which is to be expected. Kirishima and Bakugou are having what looks like a sit up competition by the mats, and Midoriya and Uraraka are spotting each other by the bench press machine. Usually in the evenings the training room would be a little busier, but you guess everyone else is taking the opportunity to rest and relax. You wish you could do that yourself, but you desperately need to expel all of your frustrated energy before you can even think about trying to unwind. Uraraka gives you a wave and a smile, but seems to understand that you’re hoping to be left alone as you make a beeline for the treadmill. You smile back as you pop your earphones in and set up your workout playlist, before setting the treadmill to your ideal settings.

The run you set off on is a little harder and faster than what you would usually do, but your main aim is to tire yourself out. You lose yourself to the steady rhythm of your feet pounding against the rapidly moving surface of the treadmill. You completely lose track of time as your breaths start to come faster and your chest starts to heave with exertion.

After an indeterminable amount of time, a shrieking laugh sounds over the sound of the upbeat music blaring in your ears, cutting through the hazy focus that’s settled over your mind. You look up to see that Bakugou has Kirishima in a headlock and appears to be swearing loudly and rapidly at him. Despite the fact that his face is rapidly turning red from the arm wrapped around his throat, Kirishima is still giggling. A quick glance around shows that Midoriya and Uraraka have disappeared, and you wonder how long you’ve been running for.

Kirishima is saying something, but his words are drowned out by your music. Whatever he’s said seems to appease Bakugou to some extent, because he reluctantly lets him go. As soon as he’s free of his friend’s grip, Kirishima bounces backwards and throws his hands up in the air in a conciliatory gesture, though his grin is still wickedly mischievous. You watch his mouth move again as he speaks, but this time his eyes cut towards you.

You blink in surprise, and turn the treadmill off as you remove one of your earbuds. “What’s up?” you ask curiously. As the treadmill slows to a stop and you step off, the fatigue catches up to you and your legs go a little wobbly. You grab a hold of the handlebars of the machine and hope they didn’t notice.

Kirishima looks like he’s still smothering back laughs, and Bakugou has gone a curious shade of red -- you guess he must be close to an imminent explosion. Kirishima is really poking at a bear, here. He seems to know that though, because his next move is to shrug exaggeratedly and say, “Oh, nothing! I’m gonna head out, I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

“Uh,” you return his wave as he heads out the door, a little bewildered by the jaunty bounce in his step, “Bye, Kirishima.”

Bakugou just grunts and turns back to the weights he was lifting. Your eyes linger on him for a moment, partly because you’re trying to work out that interaction and partly because when he squats with the barbell over his head his back muscles flex and ripple in a way that’s damn near mesmerising. You’ve harboured an embarrassing crush on him ever since your very first year in UA, and every time you think you’re over it you see him sweaty and perfect and you’re proven very, very wrong. Bakugou is obnoxiously attractive, a realisation that feels like a punch in the head every goddamn time you see him.

You should definitely just go, because you’re tired now and there’s no reason for you to stay. But your movements are stupidly slow as you gather up your things and watch Bakugou out of the corner of your eye. You wonder if you should say hi or something to him, but he seems pretty focused on his workout and you figure that you’ll just annoy him. Bakugou’s got a better hold on his temper than he had back in first year, but it’s probably better to just leave it.

Bakugou squats low, weight lifted high over his head. Your gaze trails over his biceps, his muscled shoulders, his thick thighs. His ass. Damn.

You look away, cursing yourself for being a pervert. Then you pause. Your eyes slowly trail back to him. It takes several long seconds of staring before you realise that you’re really not imagining it.

Bakugou’s sweatpants have pulled tight over his round ass as he sinks down further into his squat, and his waistband has been pulled down. Not much, only a little, but enough to see the waistband of his underwear poking out.

Except they aren’t his underwear. They’re yours.

You’d recognise that lace anywhere -- you had bought that pair a few months ago, when you were having a bad day and just wanted to feel pretty. They were your favourite! The front was all white silk embroidered with delicate blue cornflowers, turning to elaborate lace over the hips and the back. And now Bakugou was wearing them.

Bakugou was wearing your favourite panties.

You turn away quickly, staring stupidly into space as your mind struggles to work through this particular revelation. The underwear you had taken belonged to Bakugou. Bakugou had accidentally taken yours. Bakugou is currently wearing yours. What the fuck? What are you supposed to do now? You bite your lip hard as you think. You could leave now, pretend you didn’t see anything, and then ask Bakugou as casually as possible tomorrow whether your underwear had gotten mixed up with his in the laundry. That would surely be the best way to avoid a scene.

But then again… your gaze drifts back to Bakugou. He’s already hitched his sweatpants back into place; he must be paranoid of being caught wearing panties, but for some reason that hasn’t stopped him from wearing them to workout.

Your mouth has apparently made its mind up before your brain has, because you’re calling out “Bakugou?” before you can even finish the thought.

“What?” he grunts without turning around. He’s finished with his weights for now, apparently, and is studiously putting them back where they belong. You drop your stuff back on the ground, phone clattering loudly, and begin to approach him. He doesn’t seem to notice until you’re right beside him, and then he pauses in what he’s doing and squints at you suspiciously. “What d’you want?”

“I have a question.” you say stupidly. He looks so good this close, and the knowledge that he’s wearing your underwear is making you feel… oddly warm.

“A question.” Bakugou repeats, standing tall and rolling his shoulders. His tone makes it clear that he’s humouring you, though he looks a little amused. “Alright, ask.”

The problem is, now that you’ve been given permission to speak, you can’t think of what to say. You bite your lip hard, and your gaze moves slowly over his chest and shoulders as you think. Bakugou is surprisingly patient, and stays quiet despite his shifting feet, which reveal his restlessness. Your eyes land on his bicep, and once again your mouth moves without conscious thought. “Can I touch you?”

“Hah?” Bakugou’s exclamation is jarringly loud in the quiet that had fallen over the two of you. “What the fuck kinda question is that?”

Now would be the ideal time to backtrack to save yourself from total humiliation, but instead you blurt “Please?” even as you feel your face flush hard.

He’s staring at you in mild disbelief, but it’s slowly being taken over by something else. “You wanna… touch me.” he repeats, his own gaze mimicking yours as it begins to rove over your body. Whatever he sees has him raising an eyebrow -- you can’t work out whether it’s a positive reaction or not. “Alright. Go ahead.”

Your hand twitches. Your instinct is to reach straight for his sweatpants, but you don’t want to scare him off. Instead you do what you’ve been wanting to do for ages anyway, and run your hand over his chest. His pectoral muscles are stupidly big, and you can’t help but be absolutely enraptured by them. He’s wearing a baggy tank top with long cut outs at the arms, and when you run your hands over his chest the tank top shifts to reveal one of his nipples.

You look away quickly, worried that you’ll do something stupid and make him mad at you, but when you look up at him you see that he’s watching you. His eyes are so intense that it feels like his gaze alone is about to light you on fire. He doesn’t look mad at all.

‘Fuck it’, you think, and reach up to run your thumb over the soft pink skin of his nipple. It pebbles under your touch, and his body jerks.

“Oi, where the fuck do you think you’re touching?” he snaps at you. His voice is as harsh as ever, but you don’t miss the way he leans into your hand.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” you say. Your voice is a little breathier than you expected, and you see Bakugou’s eyes narrow when he notices too.

“You gettin’ off on this, you little pervert?” he growls, and you gasp a little as his hand lands right on your ass. He pulls you into him, and your hips meet his. You can feel his hardness through his sweatpants, and you lick your lips as your thumb circles his nipple.

“Bakugou,” you say softly, and watch enraptured as he leans down closer to your face, “How can you call me a pervert when you’re the one wearing ladies’ underwear?”

Bakugou freezes inches from your lips. You watch his throat bob as he swallows. “What,” he says, voice rough and frighteningly quiet, “did you just fuckin’ say?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t recognise my own panties?” your voice is nearly a whisper, but in the end it doesn’t matter how softly you say it because Bakugou is already pulling back, a blank look settling over his face.

“What the fuck are you trying to say, huh?” His lips pull up in a snarl, but his cheeks are flushing red and you realise that you’re going to have to be very careful about how you approach this.

Your hand is still resting on his chest, and you allow it to trace carefully down to his stomach, coming to a stop at his navel. “I bet you look real good in them.” That’s not really what you had been planning to say, but you’ve said it now and you meant it, so what can you do? Throwing caution to the wind, you continue with, “Can I see?”

Bakugou is breathing hard through his nose, and his gaze flickers from your face to the door of the training room. When your gaze drops, you see that his hands are clenched into fists at his side. Suddenly worried that you’ve misread the situation, you hurry to say “Ah, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can forget about this. You don’t have to-” you break off as Bakugou shoves past you and makes a beeline for the door. “Oh.”

Oh god. You totally overstepped his boundaries. You turn away, mortified and unable to watch him actually leave. Shit. How were you ever going to look at him again?

“Oi. Come the fuck over here.”

You startle as you turn around; you thought he had left. “What?” you say stupidly.

Bakugou scowls at you. He looks… a little constipated, honestly, as though he has to force the words out. “Come. Over. Here.” He over enunciates the words, his lips pulling up enough that you can see the pink of his gums even from this distance.

Your eyes dart from Bakugou to the door, confused, before it clicks. He was locking the door. “Oh.” you breathe at the realisation, “Okay.” you move over to him quickly, then chew on your lip as you watch him expectantly.

He stares back at you, nostrils flared, and you realise that he doesn’t know how to proceed. Does he need instructions? You have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stifle your nervous giggles, because you’re pretty certain that they won’t be very well received. He just needs a little guidance. “Take off your shirt.” You coach, reaching out to pull at the hem of his tank top.

“Hah? Don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do.” he snaps, even as he tugs the shirt over his head and lets it drop to the floor. The muscles of his chest are mouth-wateringly perfect, and your hands gravitate to his pecs almost mindlessly. You keep expecting him to snarl or snap at you, but he’s being… almost suspiciously quiet. Your eyes dart continuously up to his face, searching for any sign that this has gone too far, but he just stares back at you with that intimidatingly intense gaze. Your hands trail delicately down his stomach, over his bellybutton, until your fingers are brushing against a fuzzy blond happy trail. You pause and glance up to his face again, but this time you’re met with a scowl. “Where’s all your fuckin’ confidence from a few minutes ago, huh? You think I’m gonna break if you touch me?”

You’re not an idiot; for all of Bakugou’s harshness and his brash attitude, he wasn’t very good at hiding his nervousness. You smile at him, but don’t move your hands to where he obviously wants them. “Maybe I don’t want to touch you until you take your pants off.”

Bakugou’s nostrils flare and his jaw clenches, and it looks for a moment like he’s about to start yelling. Instead though, he steps back and shucks his sweatpants so quickly he nearly overbalances. The glare he shoots you lets you know that he will probably try to kill you if you laugh at his eagerness, but laughing is the furthest thing from your mind as you take in the sight of him.

“Oh, shit.” you breathe. You thought that you were prepared for how he’d look, but you were so, so wrong.

“If you fuckin’ dare to laugh-”

You hush him reflexively, barely aware of what you’re doing. “Just let me look.”

Bakugou is built like a Greek god, and even on his worst days he looks like a professional model. But right now? Covered in a thin layer of sweat from his workout, smelling like burnt sugar, his cheeks flushed red from insecurity and his grey sweatpants pooling around his ankles? He’s never looked more attractive. And that’s not even taking into account the panties. They’re hitched high on his hips, the pale lace laying stark against his tanned muscles. The white satin and little blue embroidered flowers look so dainty, incongruous with the hard cock that’s straining so hard against the fabric that the elastic waistband is pulling away from his skin. They fit a little strangely, because the two of you are definitely not the same underwear size, but the fact that he was apparently so determined to wear them under his clothes despite the ill fit just makes it so much hotter.

“Will you stop fucking staring-” he cuts himself off abruptly, because you’ve just fallen to your knees in front of him, still staring at the sight of his reddened cock leaking all over your pretty satin panties.

“Hush.” you say, and grin up at the furious scowl growing on his face, “I’m enjoying the view.” Before he starts mouthing off again, you reach out and drag your finger slowly along the length of his cock through the silky material of the panties. He makes a noise that sounds like it’s been punched out of him, and his cock visibly twitches at your touch. You stroke your hand down the front of the panties, relishing the feel of his hardness through the soft material. There’s a wet patch right at the top of his cock where he must have been leaking precum, and you can feel yourself cream in your own panties a little bit.

“You gonna just look, or are you gonna do something about it?” Bakugou snarls, as if that will distract you from the way his hips just humped into the air looking for some kind of friction.

“I want to suck you off.” you admit, nosing your face along the bulge distending the front of the panties.

“Yes.” Bakugou says. His voice is a little strained, but his hand is firm as it grips the back of your neck and tries to pull you closer.

“But first,” you place your hands firmly on his thighs to stop him from pulling your face straight into his dick, but then you have to fight not to get totally distracted because shit, did he shave for this? “I have a question.”

“Hah?” the pure irritation in his voice is practically palpable, but he stops pushing at your head. “What do you fuckin-”

“Is this the first time you’ve done this?” you ask, fingers dancing over the shape of his cock and drawing featherlight shapes over him, “Or have you been wearing my panties every day since you found them?”

“I didn’t know they were yours.” he snaps at you as he presses his hips forward into your hand, trying to force you to increase the pressure. Your face lights up at that, because that was basically just a confession that he in fact had been wearing your panties, and he seems to realise it because his face flushes and he starts snarling again. “What kind of fucking dumbass leaves their underwear behind like that anyway, huh? It’s not like it’s my fault my underwear bag was fucking taken, and your stupid bag was the only thing left. You literally took all my underwear, you asshole, what else was I supposed to wear-”

He’s still making excuses as though he thinks you mind, or like he thinks that you’re going to make fun of him. “Bakugou,” you say quietly, slipping his cock out of the confines of the panties, “It’s fine. You look better in them than I do.”

That, at least, seems to silence him temporarily. Or maybe it’s your hands on his dick, and the way that you’re mouthing along the bottom of it. His breaths are coming in little puffs, and you would never have believed that Bakugou Katsuki could be cute if you hadn’t seen him like this. Well, maybe cute is the wrong word. It doesn’t quite encompass the outright sexiness of his half-lidded eyes, his tensed stomach muscles, the way his balls poke out from behind the lace. He’s getting impatient though, you can tell by the aggrieved sighs he’s letting out above you. You decide to be kind and to put him out of his misery, so you lick a stripe from root to tip and then take him into your mouth and give two gentle sucks.

Bakugou makes another one of those punched out sounds, his hips rocking a little further into your mouth. If your mouth wasn’t full, you would have smiled at his reaction. But then his hand comes down and lands in your hair, and he’s pushing his dick further into your mouth with a groan. His cock hits the back of your throat and you just about manage to swallow back a gag, but then you pull back, chest heaving, and scowl at him. “Hey, no pulling my hair. You’ll get it all tangled, and I am not in the mood to deal with that.”

The little shit has the nerve to laugh at that. “Who the fuck cares about a few tangles?”

Your scowl turns into a glare, and you pull back even further away from his dick, which is standing extremely hard and shiny from your spit. “That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have to untangle -!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Bakugou snaps quickly, apparently realising that you’re actually going to stop if he doesn’t start listening. He removes his hand from your hair and awkwardly tries to pat it back into place, before giving up and settling it at the back of your neck instead. “Better?”

You hum noncommittally as you take him into your mouth again, but honestly, the weight of his guiding hand against the nape of your neck feels real good. You bob your head and take him to the back of your throat, then pull back before you gag, laving your tongue along the underside of his dick. You suckle at the tip like it’s a lollipop, and look up to watch him throw his head back and groan. You breathe hard through your nose as his hand guides you back down on his cock, until it’s pressing into the back of your throat once more.

Bakugou moans like a goddamn pornstar everytime you suck on him, and it has your thighs clenching together hard. You can feel your own panties getting progressively wetter and stickier as you rock your own hips into thin air and moan a little around Bakugou’s length. Seriously, you don’t think he even realises what he’s doing -- his eyes are closed and his head is tipped back as he ruts into your mouth, panting and groaning and utterly unaware of how fucking hot he looks right now. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and you can’t stop the whimper that bubbles out of your throat as you slip your hand into your own sweatpants to rub at yourself, desperate for some kind of relief.

“What are you doing?” Bakugou’s voice sounds like he’s been gargling gravel -- it’s gone sinfully deep, and the sound of it shoots liquid heat straight to your core.

“Huh?” you say as you pull off his dick, thoughts a little hazy in your arousal. A strand of saliva stretches from your mouth to his cock, but you don’t notice it until it snaps and dribbles down your chin. “What d’you mean?”

You’re not expecting Bakugou to kneel down with you so you’re both facing each other, and it’s even more of a surprise when he sticks his hand down your pants and shoves your own hand aside so that he’s got unrestricted access to your pussy. “Unhh.” you moan out, dropping your head forward against his chest as he runs his fingers experimentally along your slit. You’re so damn horny that even the slightest touch has you rutting your hips forward into his hand, desperate for him to touch you more, harder.

“Shit,” he says, and that gravelly voice and hot breath right in your ear sends a shudder all the way down your body. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, what the fuck? You’re soaked. What got you like this, huh? Was it me in the panties? Or was it sucking my cock?”

You gasp and let out a strangled moan as he finds your clit and begins to rub messy circles around it with his thumb as his middle and ring finger dips inside you. “Bakugou-” you gasp, clenching around his fingers with a choked hiccup as he presses on your clit.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden?” his voice is taunting, mocking, as though his own cock isn’t flexing and leaking precome all over the panties.

“Both,” you gasp out, humping your pussy into his hand as he alternates between rolling your clit between his fingers and pushing inside you to feel up your internal walls. “It was- it was both.”

“Fuck.” Bakugou hisses, and then he’s tearing his hand out of your pants and pulling at the hem of your joggers. He’s too aggressive at trying to tear them off though, and they get stuck around your knees. You bite your lip as he snarls at them, torn between helping him and laughing at him. You decide on the former, seeing as how laughing at him will probably result in him trying to fight you, and you really just want to get laid, like, now. So you help him out and wiggle out of your pants, kicking them aside and then shucking your own panties and throwing them in the same direction.

Bakugou is staring avidly at the place between your legs, and if you weren’t so turned on you might be embarrassed. As it was, you could barely think straight, so when Bakugou sits back on his ass and spreads his legs, your heart nearly fucking stops and all shame flies out the goddamned window. The panties are pretty much ruined, covered in precum and stretched out of place in the front where his cock has been distending them all day. His balls are too big to be contained by the flimsy silk, and they’re lolling out by his thigh. His cock is reddened with arousal and leaking from where it’s standing straight up on it’s own, the panties shoved down to give it space. His hair is sweat-damp and stuck to his forehead in places, his eyes burning as his own gaze gives you the same stare-down treatment that you’re giving him.

Then he raises his hand, and gestures to his lap. “Hop on.” he says, and you don’t think you’ve ever moved so fast in your life as you scramble up on him.

Once you’re in his lap his hands clamp down on your waist and guide you to grind your bare pussy against his exposed dick. “Ugh, fuck,” you gasp, grabbing his shoulders for balance as the tip of his dick presses against your clit. “Come on, just-”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bakugou shrugs off your impatient prompting, grinning into the bare skin of your shoulder where your shirt has slipped. He pulls back when your grinding starts to get desperate and starts to push the panties down.

“No!” you blurt, stilling his hands. He freezes, his eyes searching your face urgently. The flicker of panic in his eyes makes you realise that he thinks you’re trying to stop him from going any further and that he’s trying to figure out what he’s done wrong. You hurry to elaborate, growing hot from embarrassment as you murmur out, “Leave them on.”

His eyes widen, and you swear you can feel his dick pulse against you. “Okay.” he says roughly, his voice strained. He pushes the elastic waistband down and tucks it under his balls, but otherwise leaves them on. “You gonna take a seat or what?”

You laugh a little breathlessly at his attitude, because it seems like some things never change, but shuffle forward and raise yourself up on your knees until you feel the tip of his length brushing against the lips of your pussy. You sigh softly at the feeling, and reach down to steady his dick as you rock your entrance back and forth a few times, nice and slowly.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me.” Bakugou grunts, his hips thrusting shallowly in his attempts to coax himself inside of you despite your hand holding him steady.

You have a feeling that he’s exaggerating, but it’s true that you’re ridiculously aroused right now. You dip your hips down and close your eyes at the feeling of the tip of his cock pushing inside you. You had planned to go slow, but before you know it Bakugou’s hands are clamping down on your hips and he’s pulling you down his dick until he’s fully seated inside of you and you’re sat flush against his thighs. You’re gasping at the stretch, the feeling of fullness, barely conscious of the rocking movements of your hips.

Bakugou lets out a long, low moan right in your ear as his hips grind up to match your little movements. “Fuck,” he hisses, his hands so tight on your hips you’re certain they’re leaving bruises, “Fuck, you’re so hot inside, so wet-”

You feel yourself tighten up and clench around him at his words, and the two of you moan at the same time. “Shit.” you breathe, and lift yourself up a few inches so you can drop back down. A few more times, and you’ve established a steady pace of fucking yourself on his cock.

Even as you’re riding him though, you can’t help but look down to admire the view. The panties highlight the way the muscles in his ass ripple when he strains his hips forwards to meet yours. “Fucking hell,” he says suddenly, and you look away from the view to meet his gaze. He’s frowning at you, looking confused even as his forehead creases in pleasure. “Are you still fuckin’ looking at them?”

“Sorry,” you whine, sounding totally pathetic as you grind desperately against him, trying to get his cock to hit just right, “You just look so- so-” you gasp as he hits the spot inside you that has your legs going weak, and you lose track of the thought.

“So what?” Bakugou growls out. He’s obviously clued into the fact that he’s hitting a sweet spot inside you, because his thrusts become so precise that he just about has you squealing on his dick.

“So- so pretty!” you blurt. It’s not the word you had been planning on saying, and judging by the look on Bakugou’s face it’s not the word he had been expecting either.

“What?”

Fuck. Looks like damage control is definitely necessary. “In a manly way! Pretty in a- fuck - in a manly way!” you groan out, internally cursing yourself -- you fucking sound like Kirishima.

“Yeah?” Bakugou asks, and the fucker is laughing at you! “So pretty that you can’t even tear your damn eyes away while I’m fucking you?”

You groan, partly from arousal and partly from embarrassment. “Shut up,” you say, and then his eyes are flashing and he’s surging up. A yelp is driven out of you as you land on your back, Bakugou’s hands slamming down on either side of your head as he looms over you. He’s grinning down at you, sharp and wild as his gaze tracks steadily over your face, chest, and down your body.

For the first time since this has started, you’re self-conscious enough to start getting a little insecure. One arm comes up to cross over your chest as you start to get embarrassed under his wandering eyes. It was intimidating being naked under him when he was pretty much physically flawless, and the sudden fear that he’s disappointed by how you look is crushing. Your other arm goes down to try and block his view of your stomach and pussy, but you’ve barely done so before Bakugou has grabbed both your arms and pulled them away.

“Bakugou-” you start to protest, squirming a little on his dick as he presses your arms over your head and holds them there by your wrists.

“Hush,” he says in a low growl as his eyes track over your squirming body, his hips rocking deeper into you even as he holds you still, “I’m enjoying the view.”

Having your own words repeated back to you in that low, mocking tone seems to really do it for you, because you find yourself moaning helplessly as he kisses and nips his way along your neck and shoulders. “Can you- will you just-” you push your hips mindlessly into his, hoping he’ll get the message and start moving. “Come on, come on-”

“Fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?” Bakugou says, grinning at the way you buck into him, “Look at you. You really want to get fucked that bad?”

“Obviously!” you snarl back, wiggling your hips determinedly.

Bakugou actually has the nerve to laugh at that, but it doesn’t last too long before he’s finally pulling out and driving his hips home. “Oh, yeah,” he grunts, thrusting his hips a few times experimentally before settling into a rhythm.

He fucks you hard and fast, and all you can do is gasp against him and clutch at his shoulders. You shouldn’t have expected anything less of him, really. Every time he drives his hips into you knocks the breath right out of you, and you have to shut your eyes tight because it feels so stupidly good. Every time his thighs slap into yours you can feel the lace of the panties rubbing against your skin.

It doesn’t take long to realise that neither of you are going to last -- you were half-way to coming from the first moment you saw his cock straining against the silk of those panties, and having him pounding you into the ground like this is like the fulfillment of every wet dream you’ve had over the three years of knowing him. And judging by the mindless grunts and sloppy snapping of his hips into yours, Bakugou’s just as close.

You lock your ankles behind his back, trying to urge him deeper as you sneak your hand down between you to rub frantically at your clit. Your breathing is interspersed with gasping moans as you feel your stomach tightening, the muscles in your legs beginning to clench up.

Then, just as you’re about to tip over the edge, your hand is knocked aside. “What the fuck!” you complain instantly, scowling at Bakugou.

He scowls back at you, though most of his focus is still going into keeping his rhythm of fucking you. “What are you doing? Am I not- unh- enough for you, huh?”

“Stop being so mouthy and make me come.” you complain, reaching your hand back down. It’s knocked aside yet again, this time to be replaced by Bakugou’s own. His fingers fumble a little at first as he tries to lean his weight on one hand and balance the thrusting of his hips with the rhythm of stroking your clit. “Fuck-” you start to moan, but then his lips descend on yours and he’s kissing you. It’s messy, drool going everywhere in a way that is decidedly not sexy, but you’re apparently so far gone that you couldn’t care less.

“Come.” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling at your lower lips with his teeth before kissing you hard again, “You need to come, you need to come right now-”

You were so close anyway, but the way he’s kissing you combined with him actually telling you to come and the way he’s rutting into you so sloppily and his fingers massaging those hard, fast little circles in your clit has your whole body heaving and locking up. Your back arches and you let out the softest, most breathless little gasp as the build up of your orgasm finally snaps and you come.

You strain against your orgasm so hard that you damn near pull a muscle, chest heaving with the force of your breathing as you try to calm down. Your thoughts are a mess as your muscles start to relax, aching after the way they had tensed up so hard. Your body has barely loosened up after your orgasm before Bakugou is cursing colourfully and pulling out of you, knocking your legs away as his hand grabs at his cock and pumps it viciously fast.

You push up onto your elbows, eyes wide as you watch him fist his cock so hard it looks painful. The sight he makes is absolutely sinful -- his cheeks are flushed red at the highpoints of his cheekbones, his eyes fever-bright as he watches you watching him. His mouth lolls open, his brow scrunched as he fucks his fist, desperately humping into his own grip, panties shoved carelessly down around his thighs.

“You look so gorgeous.” you tell him, your voice hoarse and absolutely wrecked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bakugou snarls, and then he’s coming, cum erupting in spurts all over his hand and dripping down onto your stomach and still throbbing pussy. He keeps stroking himself all the way through, shuddering hard. His eyes are still open, flicking from your face to the places where his cum is streaking your skin.

You fall back to the floor, exhausted, as though Bakugou’s orgasm had sapped the last of your strength. “That,” you say, with no small amount of satisfaction, “was very nice.”

To your surprise, Bakugou drops down on you and shoves his face into your neck, ignorant (or uncaring) about his weight on top of you. “I knew you were a weird little pervert.” he murmurs into your skin, nipping at the same place.

“Excuse me?” you protest immediately, fruitlessly pushing at his stupidly broad shoulders. “Wait until you’re wearing your own underwear before accusing me of being a pervert, please.”

That makes him snicker, but he still makes no move to get up from where he’s pretty much crushing you. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You want these back?” he plucks at the stretched out waistband of the panties slung around his thighs. Apparently one good fuck was enough to knock all the insecurity about the panties right out of him, because he just looks smug and cocky as he watches your eyes drop down to them.

You scowl in an attempt to hide how flustered the sight of him laying on top of you, spent and sweaty with the dirty panties halfway down his thighs, makes you. “You stretched the front of them all out of shape.” you complain halfheartedly.

“It ain’t my fault I got a fat cock,” he says lazily, snorting a laugh when you turn to glare properly at him. “Whatever, quit moaning. I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Yeah?” you brighten at the thought. Going from thinking all your panties were lost to this point was quite the jump, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed with the result.

“Mm.” he hums, stretching his neck before baring his teeth at you, bending his head to press a kiss to one of your breasts. “Only if you promise to show them off for me.”

“I think I can manage that,” you grin, stomach fluttering pleasantly at the implications that this wasn’t just gonna be a one time thing. “Maybe we should get you your own pair, too, so you won’t have to steal mine.”

He delivers a lazy but stinging smack to your ass for that remark, “Don’t be cute.”

“Can’t help it, it’s my default setting,” you say before flicking your gaze back down his body and grinning at him, “Besides,” you lean in and kiss the lobe of his ear, delighting in the near imperceptible shiver that travels down his spine as you whisper, “You wear them well.”

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babieateez · 4 years ago

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ah yes, the end of a year. time is an illusion so i’m not feeling particularly sentimental, but i do think that it’s about time for me to post this piece c:

there’s something about autumn that makes everything feel like magic

maybe it’s the way the wind blows across your skin or the way the leaves slowly wither and change colors and fall to the ground

or maybe it’s the way sitting in a coffee shop feels, with the warmth of your drink resting on your palms as you take a sip and look out the big window in the cafe and give stories to every passerby with their noses huddled into scarves and big coats engulfing their bodies

you can’t quite place the smell of autumn, maybe it’s the scent of baked goods and the crisp air and laughter coming from the couples who take solace in going for walks hand in hand or maybe it’s the scent of falling for strangers, a romance only seen in storybooks making its way to the front of your mind when you see a handsome stranger pass by the window you sit at in the cafe

you don’t realize that you haven’t taken your eyes off of him until he walks into the cafe

the cool breeze breaks you out of your reverie and you hurriedly nuzzle closer to your drink to get your mind off of the cute guy with the wind-tousled hair

but it doesn’t help very much because as you do your best to focus on the work before you, you can’t help but sneak glances of the alluring stranger sat waiting for his drink

you almost jump in your seat when the barista interrupts the gentle music playing by calling out a name, yunho, and you see the pretty man react by standing and grabbing his drink, thanking the employee gently then going to sit back down

you’re so starstruck with the timbre of his voice and how his eyes sparkle and at this point you realize you’re never going to get your work done as long as yunho is here to distract you

so you reluctantly pack your laptop into your bag and sip down the last bit of your drink, throwing it into the recycling receptacle on your way out as the barista says a goodbye to you

and then you’re outside, free from the almost overwhelming presence of one of the most attractive people you’ve ever laid eyes on

but it’s like your heart was calling out to him, like you were under the influence of some unknown drug that was making your mind go crazy with thoughts of him and you did your thing, made a story about him and who he was, deciding that he was some businessman trapped in the rat race but who had a fun-loving soul and secretly hated his job but liked going out with his coworkers after the long day to unwind

without realizing it, you’ve fallen asleep at the desk in your bedroom, whispers of your heart lulling you to rest

the next morning you are awaken by the gentle autumn light filtering through your curtains, shining just enough to light the inside of your eyelids and you realize that you had fallen asleep without changing into pajamas or showering or anything really but you just rub the sleep out of your eyes and start your morning with a yawn and a nice stretch

once you’re all cozied up in a jacket you head out to work where it feels like the day drags by

so your mind wanders again, a habit you can’t seem to shake and you find yourself pondering once more on that man- yunho, you remind yourself- who had you so enchanted

you hardly notice but you’re writing haikus on some scrap paper littered on your workspace about fleeting enamorment and sweet glances exchanged between coy lovers

it’s like the workday was dragging on to impossible lengths but also flew by all too quickly and you find yourself walking the breezy path to the coffee shop you adore so much

when finally you get there and it’s like whatever deity that may be watching has decided to bless you because yunho was in the line as well, the last person waiting to order which means you’d have to stand behind him to queue up

and it’s like as soon as you step closer to him, he becomes a ray of sunshine, radiating warmth and good feelings and smiles directed towards anyone looking once you feel a blush forming on your face, you turn your head downwards to hide it a little until you’re ready to order

at which point you get your usual drink when the barista surprises you by saying that the man in front of you had payed for your drink to which you respond with a shaky voice saying “oh, okay,” and a sweet “thank you” as you debate in your head if you go over to the object of your affections to-

to what? thank him? tell him you can pay for your own drink, but you’re grateful nonetheless? your internal thoughts don’t seem to be leading you anywhere

but it’s not like it matters since you’re brought back to reality by a voice saying “uh, hey” to you and you look up so fast that you swear you can feel the muscles in your neck screaming for help

but you ignore the muscles and instead opt to basically gape at the tall man standing in front of you who seems slightly bashful, with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck and a slight flush on his face that you dismiss as being from the cold chill of the outside air and before you can even get out a greeting, he starts to talk

saying that he was sorry if paying for your drink was weird or something but you looked all spaced out and he was slightly concerned that you would forget how to pay for your drink

with the small smile that just keeps growing on his face as he says more, you know he’s joking so you try to push down the laugh that’s bubbling up in your chest and instead say a thank you to him and that you feel bad for worrying him about your mental state

it’s like the brisk air surrounding you has decided to vacate the premises when he smiles even wider than before, warmth and positivity filling your soul and like a cat basking in the warmth of the sunlight, you wish you could bask in the warmth of his presence forever

until once more your train of thought is interrupted when he sticks his hand out introduces himself with an “i’m yunho, thank you for letting me buy your coffee” and in return, you put your hand in his and give it a gentle shake, saying your name and a “thank you for buying me a coffee”

once the drinks you were waiting on have been safely procured, you sit down at the table you frequent by the window, noticing that yunho follows suit and sits with you

but you’re too far gone staring out the window and giving people stories that you hardly have time to ponder the look he’s giving you, likely confusion from the way your eyes have glazed over in thought and fictional worlds only to be seen in your mind

yunho doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to sit in confusion for too long, instead he asks you gently what you’re doing and you respond to him, telling him that you like giving people lives that you’ve made up and he’s silent for a moment before commenting that it seems like fun

and if you made one for him which, of course you did, but you’re hesitant to tell him about so you answer his question with a question, asking him if he would have made one for you, and he is honest, as he seems to be by principle, saying that yes, he would have made one for you

spouting off something about being a monarch of some fairytale land and maybe you were hiding your magical powers behind some sort of cloak

you laugh, telling him that you’re just a desk worker, a cog in the machine, working a 9 to 5 and making enough money to pay rent and feed yourself and fuel your coffee addiction

his face flushes once more, saying that his story is more fun, and it is, you can’t deny that

what you don’t know is that in his head, you aren’t some fairytale monarch, in his head, you are a beautiful stranger he saw in a coffee shop, who maybe has fallen in love with the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet and warm coffee on cold days and hearty laughter

in his story, he thinks of the future, as fleeting as it may be, with you, with him, together, cherishing the leaves under your feet together and keeping each other warm on the cold days where one of your forgets your jacket

but he can’t tell you that he fancies himself enamored with a stranger, someone he’s just met, so he pretends that the magic he feels around you is mystical and fairytale

when it’s just the whispers of affection in his ear telling him that you’re the most ethereal person he thinks he’s laid eyes on and that he can’t let you go in case anyone tries to snatch you up

so while he’s still half caught in his thoughts of you, he finds himself telling you that you’re really nice to talk to and if you would maybe like to exchange phone numbers

you can’t help but almost choke on your drink, the liquid threatening to shoot out of your nose as you splutter for air and cough a few times into your arm before nodding your head and letting out a “yeah, sure”

luckily yunho doesn’t call out your mishap but he hands you his phone to put your number into and by the time you part ways and go back to your apartment, you start overthinking and wondering if he’s just never going to text you and ignore your existence for the rest of time

but your phone lets out a “ding” in the middle of your inner struggle with a text from an unknown number, reading “hey, it’s yunho!! i just got home, so i figured i’d text you! let me know when you get home safely!!”

you can feel your heart expand in your chest like you were a child with a crush and text him back with a “hey! i made it home, thanks for checking!” and after that it was a gentle cascade of messages flowing to and from yunho

until you found your eyelids closing on their own accord, sleep claiming you for another night and when the next morning rolls around, it’s like the day has greeted you with open arms, embracing you, gracing you with a fast day at work

it seems like you’ve blinked and now you’re at the cafe and yunho is there too, and is he waiting??

his coffee is already in his hand, but his eyes are flitting around the shop, looking, until they find you, coming to rest on your figure standing in line

a smile lights up his face and you feel a rush of warmth in your heart at seeing him

so you order as quickly as you can without being rude, deciding to wait for your drink at the table yunho was at while making small conversation and it’s lovely, even when you get up for a second to get your drink it feels like the conversation didn’t pause

by the time the both of you have finished your drinks, yunho seems sort of fidgety, almost like he wants to say something but is unsure of himself, but you don’t want to make any assumptions or stick your nose where it isn’t wanted so you hold your tongue and decide that if he has something to say, you won’t pry or rush him about it

you’re glad you made that decision because the next time he speaks, it’s with a gentle tone, sugary sweet like the frappuccinos the cafe serves, asking you if next time, maybe, you’d want to talk over coffee as a, well, a date or maybe go on a walk together or something

you respond pretty immediately, with a grin breaking through your features, saying yes, of course, you’d love nothing more

and the first date is lovely, shy smiles and warm faces transforming into a second date, then a third, and now it’s been months, yunho is now your boyfriend and you’re really satisfied with everything that has come with him-

the linked pinkies and giggles into each other’s shoulders and the way his whole body seems to engulf you in a hug out of pure passion

the seasons are changing, you know it, the fall turning to winter and the chill becoming more prevalent in your bones, so the only reasonable solution is to pile on about ten more blankets to your bed

and also for your boyfriend to move in with you to keep you warm underneath all of the blankets and it’s such a good solution that when the air changes once more into springtime, you don’t know how you’re going to be able to sleep without wrapping your whole being around your boyfriend’s warm frame

one day you’re caught in your thoughts while on a date at the cafe you both frequented, yunho holding your hands from across the table, his thumb gently tracing the top of your hand

and you voice your thoughts, telling him that you thought that it was the magic of the brisk autumn air that made you fall in love with him, that you’d change with the seasons, that he’d been somehow enchanted with the fall beauty that graced everyone and that he’d also change with the seasons but somehow you’d managed to face the changing of the seasons together, and now you weren’t sure that you’d be able to do it alone

and he chuckles at your words, saying that even though the autumn was indeed magical, he thought you were the one that made it magical for him, creating a perfect love story that he could be a part of, and that you had both changed with the seasons, only you had done it together, changing with each other and that only made everything more special, and that he’s only looking forward to spending the rest of the seasons with you

you know then that this isn’t even close to some passing infatuation, that it wasn’t just some crummy, fake “love-at-first-sight” blunder, but it was somehow meant to be

that there was nothing more you could have wished for, and you thank the magic of autumn for giving you a love you would be able to cherish until your last breath

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costellos · 4 years ago

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tell me who you’d take on a date and where you would go! — CLOSED

@thisbloghasnoaesthetic asked: Id love to take Jotaro on a date. Just something chill. Like getting some good food. Or just sitting together doing nothing. I'd love to just read a book with my head on his shoulder. Just enjoying eachothers quiet comfort :)

omg that sounds like a great date for Jotaro! he definitely seems like the type to want a chill date. he’d probably opt for something that offers takeout if you’re referencing Part 3!Joot, somewhere a little nicer but just as casual if you’re referencing Part 4!Joot. and while you’re reading, you might just catch a teeny, tiny smile on his lips. but don’t say anything or you’ll ruin the moment 🤭💕

anonymous asked: i would wanna take kakyoin out to an indoor roller rink so we could rollerskate together 🥺 it’s one of the things i like to do most and i��d wanna skate around w him while holding hands! also cause he’s tall, i feel like it’d be hard for him to keep balance and prevent himself from falling lolll. but we could go out to an ice cream place nearby afterwards and watch the sun set (if the time is right) 💗

how cute!! sharing something you love with the one you love most... I dig it. Kakyoin would be soooo embarrassed, though! he just wants to impress you but his center of gravity is absolutely awful. rip. at the end of the day, however, he’d be so appreciative that you shared something so personal with him. ❤️ let him pay for the ice cream, it’s the least he can do!! and maybe hold your hand while you watch the sunset 🌅

@lavaicerinkk asked: I would ask mista, probably to like a concert or something like that. We'd probably go as homies, then when we get home id be like "what if we kissed haha" and hed be like 😳😳 ok, and then we live happily ever after

LMAAAAOOOOO. I feel like this is v in character for Mista.... he’d be caught so off guard by it! esp since he probably would’ve accepted that you were just friends. not that he’d say no, tho 👀 he’d just be like, “wait, for real?” and waste no time kissing you after you gave him permission. what a happy ending. 💕

@murcx04 asked: Take someone on a date huh hmmmmm- Josuke is my bet HAHA Hed be so refreshing to be with óuò. And we'd go shopping kfbfjfn And that where- he'll just show his pleading eyes and want you to buy the shoes he wants oh boy-

I agree, he would be a very refreshing plus one! I think a shopping date would be v traditional with him. I’m imagining you both at the mall, where he cackles at all the weird sex stuff at Spencer’s and shares his food court soft pretzel with you. 🥨 he probably wouldn’t explicitly say that he wants new shoes, but he’d nudge you and be like, “hey. if you wanna know what to get me for my birthday...” and point to the Air Force 1′s on display. so subtle. 🙄

anonymous asked: tbh i think i'd like to take kira out to dinner and go on a walk. i know its a simple date but i think he's really neat and i don't really like big or flashy events and i don't think he would either kjfnksnjks. its just sumn that would suit both of us nice

ooo interesting choice, nonnie! I 100% agree with you on this one. Kira would probably take you to one of those restaurants that have private rooms. I think some ritzier places are like that? anyway, he’d want to focus this date all on you. no mindless chatter from other patrons, no screaming children — the more noise he can minimize, the better. and during your walk, I can see him allowing you to take the reins on the conversation. he just finds everything you say so fascinating! 🌷💗

@catnymous asked: I'd take Fugo first to just a simple lil cafe then to the park :3

Cat!! I missed you!! you should come into the askbox more often, I always enjoy your replies. in the meantime, Fugo probably overthinks a lot so this date would be casual enough for him to relax. he would probably opt for some coffee and a slice of cake that he can share with you 🍰❤️ and a stroll through the park would be the perfect way to walk off the calories! (plus when you get to a fountain he’ll probably make some corny wish about getting to spend more days with you like this a;sdfkjl)

anonymous asked: Idk if you’re familiar with part 7... but I would bring Johnny to the planetarium; it’s a place that I love, and bringing him to a place special to me would mean a lot, I think. I’d tell him all of my favorite things about space. And, it’s a little mushy, but I’d remind him that just because you can’t always see the stars doesn’t mean they’re not there; every one is special and the same is for people. And of course, it would be a fun day out to appreciate the beautiful things in the world

unfortunately, I’m not familiar with Part 7... :( but thank you so much for sharing nonetheless! this is such a heart-warming confession 💕 I wish there was more I could say; I love that you’d share all your favorite things about space, and how everything and everyone is special. 💫 such a beautiful confession.

@serenityblaze44 asked: I would take Bruno and/or Abbacchio to a conservatory or garden, maybe bring a picnic. Nothing too exciting, just time to relax and spend time together. Then go home for cuddles.

por que no los dos? ahaha nah I’m joking... unless 👀 no but for real, this sounds ideal for both of them! ❤️ they would both appreciate the time to unwind. I could see Abbacchio prepping all the food, while Bucciarati handles everything else (packing the blanket, utensils, alcohol, etc.). they’d probably opt for somewhere outside of Naples since it’s far too crowded in the city. afterwards, be prepared for a gr8 nap between two warm, loving boys!!

anonymous asked: I'd take Kakyoin on a date! I think it would be really fun to go somewhere like an amusement park or arcade so we could just kinda be stupid together and forget our problems. Id go on the Ferris wheel and try to kiss him at the top but he'd probably shake the cart the whole time to freak me out 😂😂 After everything he's gone through, he deserves to have a lot of fun and id love to see him smile 🥰😍

aw friend, this is such a sweet scenario! hopefully the Ferris wheel doesn’t give him too many bad memories of Death Thirteen though ope,, anyway, what a lovely way to forget about all the stuff he’s endured! he’d playfully challenge you to some arcade games (and I’m using “playfully” lightly here) and then destroy you. 🙄 but it’s okay, any tickets he gets will immediately go to a cute stuffed animal just for you 🧸

@hadesaedes asked: OOOH I’d have to go with either Yukako or Koichi (even tho i have like TWO hands either is fine). Yukako is a very passionate and strong lover which I LOVE cause im shy with affection so being bold with it is MWUAH. While Koichi is also passionate I like to think he enjoys more simple and low key dates which is my type of thing. Having to just bask in each other’s company without having to fill the silence is GREAT. THEY ARE BOTH GREAT!!! In this essay I will-

AHHH A+ CHOICES, FRIEND. Yukako and Koichi would spoil you so much!! they’d handle any date expenses (movie tickets, food, etc.) and would adore having any opportunity to hold your hand 😊 Yukako would probably be more physically affectionate; she’ll either have her hand on top of yours or her feet wrapped between yours when sitting. Koichi would opt for compliments, praising you on how cool and smart you are! wow, what a supportive pair 🤝

anonymous asked: It's very hard to choose, but I'd go on a date with Bruno. Idk I'm just very gay for him. He knows a lot of nice and fancy places in Naples, but since that's not really my world, I'd take him to a small coffee shop or something. Nothing fancy or expensive but still very enjoyable. Maybe some ice cream. Walking through the city and going to a restaurant in the evening. Maybe something fancy this time, or just a simple pizza

how lovely!! Bucciarati would honestly be open to try anything, but I think a small coffee shop would be v enjoyable for him. there’s so much you can learn about someone over a cup of joe. ☕ since he’s been living in / around Naples his whole life, he’d probably share some neat facts about the city while on your stroll! “the Amalfi Coast is best known for its limoncello liqueur. I know a great place to try it if you’re interested.” 🍋

@moloko-tyan asked: Hello, little bird💫sending you rays of love and positive energy! This new event is so much fun. Several hours I wondered with who I wanted to go out, ahah. And I think it would be Erina. She deserves to have fun especially after all those awful events in her life. We would go to atelier. We could go through fabrics to choose which fits the best. We would look at lovely laces, buttons, jewels and we would argue about models of dresses and evening gowns. I want her to feel safe🌻 thank u so much!

friend! I always get so excited when you pop into my askbox!! ty for participating 💕 Erina is such a great choice imo. and this is such a creative date! she’d have so much fun running her fingers over all the interesting fabrics. Erina would take the most beautiful dresses and hold them up against you, saying how lovely the color suits you. 👗 although she’d be too shy to try those dresses on herself, she would have so much fun spending the day with you!!

anonymous asked: I hope it's okay to send this (I honestly don't want you to get overwhelmed)! But if it's okay: I would love to take Fugo on a date! I love this boy with all my heart and I would love to travel with him to my country to a town next to the sea and give him a tour of its history (and visit the local art and history museums there)! And later grab some ice cream and walk along the seafront in the evening where there are less people and just enjoy the walk together as the sun sets. -Turtle Anon🐢

oooohh, Turtle Anon!! thank you for your concern. you’re all good, don’t worry! anywho, that’s a wonderful date for Fugo. he would have an absolute blast reading about all the art and history your country has to offer 🏛️ you might have to push him along though, he’s the type to absorb everything n really slow down when reading... but at the end of the day, as you’re walking along the beach, he’d thank you for sharing a part of yourself with him. he’d be so honored! ☀️

anonymous asked: tbh i'd love to take narancia on a super spontaneous date... only the date and time are set, the entire day is just going around town and doing whatever stupid fun random things,, eating street food and going into shops to try on random fits and running around laughing, mayhaps go to an arcade, or do some karaoke. and then wind down at like a mcdonalds late at night, tired but happy and satisfied.. hhh nara is v fun i just wanna hang out w him honestly 🤕😔🤕😔

yeeeess this is the perfect date for Narancia!! he loves spontaneous stuff like this. he’d have so much fun gorging himself on street food and playing around with weird fits. he’d probably put on the stupidest things he can find, like this. and if you go to karaoke, be ready to screech some absolute bangers. he will not take anything less than confident (yet bad), loud (yet joyous) singing. 🎤 n while he might be falling nodding off at the McDonald’s, he’d sleepily tell you how amazing the day was and how he wants to do this again 💕

@tomomi012 asked: I'm going to share another ideal date idea, but with Kakyoin. I'd like us to go to one of those cat cafes in Japan. I mean, cats, coffee and a cute Japanese boy, is this heaven? and I would tell him: "Nori, today I am in heaven"

ofc, share all you want! omg... I love this idea..... Kakyoin would be so soft anytime a cat approaches him. he’d do a little “pspsps” and hold out his finger for them to smell. and once a cat actually nudges him, he’d just melt! he wouldn’t show it outwardly, but you can see it in how bright his eyes get. I think Kakyoin would be the type to either attract a ton of cats or cats hate him, there’s no in between. 😭❤️ both make for some gr8 scenarios, though!

@pommmejuice asked: for your post about taking a character on a date :,) i think i’d like to take abba to art museums/cultural centers ,, i’d love to talk to him about my culture and what life is like (if he’d be interested;; lol) n maybe afterwards while we get italian food he can talk to me about what italian culture is like, the parts that aren’t shown in the media 🥺 so uh a date where we’re both learning new things about each other hehe

n maybeeeee take fugo to a café where we can study together n talk about our favorite things in our lives/culture.... n maybe hold hands on the table and maybe stare into his eyes tenderly ... you know because he’s my BFF (Best Friend Forever) .. you know how best friends do.. 😳

ooo Ireeene I figured you’d say Abbacchio :3c but that’s such a cute date for him! ofc he’d be interested in learning more about you!! you wouldn’t see it, but every time you share something you that you love about your culture, Abbacchio’s gaze on you would be so loving... 💖 he adores that you’re sharing so personal with him (of all people!!). and he’d get a kick out of telling you misconceptions about Italy. don’t get him started on how much he hates the Mario Bros.

as for Fugo, he would react similarly. I could see him ask more questions about your culture, while Abbacchio lets you go on and on. he’s so interested in everything about you!! and the moment you hold his hand... wow... get ready to see some intense blushing... he wouldn’t pull away, but his attention would turn to something else and his stutter would be apparent. pull yourself together, Fugo! 😤

anonymous asked: I'd take Rohan on a date, I'm a lil gay for that trash man. Tbh, it would either be an amazing date or a total disaster. I think we'd plan something fun and relaxing, like going to an art gallery or seeing a movie, but we'd end up in an adventure because that's what keeps happening to Rohan for some reason. At the end of the day we'd go to a restaurant to put a normal ending to that strange day

HAHAHA omggg friend this is a pretty accurate description of Rohan’s life. I think he’d be really annoyed that the day ended up this way, but he’s glad that he got to spend it with someone he tolerates. 💕 Rohan would try to push past those feelings once you go to the restaurant. this date is still salvageable!! he might complain a lil, but ultimately, he’d try to focus on you and what you enjoyed 🥰

@xxbluejayxx asked: For the Jojo date thing, I'd take Abbacchio. Well not really picky about the kind of date, I feel a nice quiet one at home would be best. It could be a homemade dinner, a movie night, or both. When it comes down to it, for me anytime spent with someone I love is time well spent, and that is something I will willingly admit

this is such a peaceful date for Abbacchio! I agree, a quiet date at home would be best. 😊❤️ as I mentioned in other scenarios, he’d likely take over kitchen duties. no need to worry about anything, just tell him what you want and he’d whip it up for you! and when it comes time to watch the movie, he’d tell you to sit a lil closer to him... he’s not very good with verbalizing affection, but he loves when he can feel your skin against his.

anonymous asked: I reeally wanna take Polnareff on a date. He deserves it sooo much. He's such a handsome sweetie. Id turn on the charm for him for once, like he always does. I have a beautiful image in my head of an outdoor patio restaurant with hundreds of strings of lights. We both dress up and have a lovely meal under the stars and magical lights, and then our favorite song plays and we have a dance beneath the lights. I think it would be goofy and romantic, stepping on toes as we attempt to dance around 😍

ahhh Polnareff would be so flattered to have you flirt with him! he’d probably get a lil flustered since this is nicer than what he’s used to, but seeing you dressed to the nines would make make him go 🥵 likewise, he’d push himself through the situation by just focusing on you. and when you start dancing... wow!! he’d lose himself laughing and being absolutely miserable at showing his moves. but it doesn’t matter, because he’s here with you and everything is okay ⭐

@rat-makes-stuff asked: Ok so I would take Giorno back to my home state of Michigan. Mafia boss has got to be tired as hell, so what's better than walking through the woods and collecting rocks at Lake Huron (I'm biased that's my favorite lake no CAP). We would watch the sun set and then look at the stars when they come out. Wildflower picking, trying to see how many deer we can find, and picnics by the lake? Yes pleaseee

before I start, Tumblr wasn’t letting me tag you in this!! so I hope you still see my response :( anyway, this is such a relaxing date! Don Giorno would love to unwind in nature. he’d probably take some stones he found near Lake Huron and turn them into a bouquet of flowers for you! 💐and since he’s probably never seen the sky without light pollution, he’d be astonished at how beautiful the sky is. he wouldn’t be able to say anything, just pull you close to him and thank you for taking him out here 🌠

#rat-makes-stuff #xxbluejayxx #pommmejuice #tomomi012 #moloko-tyan #hadesaedes #serenityblaze44 #catnymous #thisbloghasnoaesthetic #lavaicerinkk #murcx04 #toya slides u a note #ask game response #Rat I'm going to fight you about Lake Huron #Lake Michigan gang wya

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jay-and-dean · 5 years ago

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I don’t need you Chapter 6 : Wild cat

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s a warrior, she’s a loner. Nothing can stop her, nothing ever had. She doesn’t need Dean, does she ?

This is a request by @magssteenkamp that I decided to turn to a serie, see the original request on the serie Masterlist.

Serie Warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. Smut, probably all kind from rough to fluffy, I’ll precise in the chapters if there are specific warnings. Fluff. Angst of course.

Chapter warnings : Swearing. SMUT, a hint of Dom!Dean, kinda Brat/brat tamer vibe. Unprotected sex (You’re smarter than this). Horny Dean. Violence with a hint of cruelty. Mention of past murder and abuse.

Words : 3.2 k

Note : I’ll try to stick to the 3k rule, like for Rescue You

If everything goes as planned, you’ll get one chapter every wednesday (Thanks to @magssteenkamp, I call it WednesJay, lol. Sorry okay, I shut up).

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6. WILD CAT

Dean’s Pov

Living with a woman…

Living with Y/n.

No one warned me. Living with a girl, and a girl you want. I never knew that.

In my life, I lived with Sam, with my dad, I “lived” in Hell and Purgatory. And in my car for months. I have shared rooms with Cas, and occasionally with other hunter friends during hunts before Sam came back. And for one year, I lived with Lisa, but it was different. It was her house, she was my girlfriend and I was… depressed. And Lisa, she… She was not Y/n, she didn’t have that effect on me.

Now is very different. The bunker is my home for real, and Y/n… I have no idea why this woman makes me loose my mind like that. I want her. I crave her. And since I had her, it’s way worse, it’s unbearable... And now she’ everywhere.

She’s not invasive, not at all, she’s even discreet, and like I expected, very independent. Like a cat you only see when she needs to eat or walks in the same room as you… A cat you can’t touch because you can feel she’s still totally wild and has claws.

But she’s here. And every little thing brings me to the memory of her strong thighs crushing my hips in ecstasy.

The bedroom we gave her smells like her, and when I walk to mine, I hear her music on the way, muffled behind her door. That third toothbrush in the bathroom, and the smell of wax. The books she reads all day, eager to devour all bunker’s knowledge, and she forgets everywhere she goes.

Maybe the worst is hearing her sorry voice saying she will hurry when I find the bathroom door closed ; imagining her behind the door, maybe naked, maybe brushing her wet hair or whatever…

I really should focus on our researches to find a way to get rid of that vampire mafia, but I can’t really focus on anything lately. The contacts we have, the leads… It goes nowhere for now and I should work harder.

I walk to the kitchen and find her there, she’s wearing that sweatpants she took off to straddle me. Her back is on me, her head is low, she’s reading something, and my eyes fall on the curve between her lower back and her butt.

Was it bad ? Sex with me ? Was it disappointing ?

Don’t be so ridiculous Dean. Overthinking everything like a stupid teen. Do you think because a woman had sex with you, she would want more ? Why would she ? Not because you are obsessed with her, she would want anything to do with you…

Look at her. She doesn’t need a man, she doesn’t need anyone.

I haven’t had my first coffee yet, and I’m already losing my freaking mind. She’s there, she’s right there, and I know how she feels around me now...

“Hey” I greet her, trying to sound casual.

“Hi Dean” she turns around, a book in one hand as usual, a cup of coffee in the other. “I made coffee.”

I take a mug and pour some of that extremely strong coffee she makes every morning. Strong like her, black like that leather corset she wears in the battle field. That freaking corset that was drying on the bathroom the other day, that tight… Black… piece of clothing..

“I may have found a job, lame job but still. At the gas station” she says putting the book about demonic possession on the table.

“A job ?”

Why would she want a job ?

“Yeah, so I can pay my… you know my stuff, food and all” she shrugs. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean I’m settling in.”

I wouldn’t mind.

“I told you we had fake credit cards. If you need anything, just take the one I gave you.”

“Dean…” she smiles kindly, taking a sip of her coffee and I realize I just love my name on her lips. “Fake credit cards are a privilege for hunters, because you can’t risk your life at the other end of the country and have a job, you protect civilians… I’m not even a hunter. I’m a freaking vampire slayer.”

“Well, Buffy, Sam found a case, would you come with us ? Or do you really want to work at that gas station ?” I smile wide, showing teeth, trying to stop looking at her naked thigh sticking out of the table.

“What kind of case ?” she asks nonchalantly.

Looking at her innocent expression, I can’t help but think of what happened. She… She freaking straddled me and took me right there… Since then… Nothing.

It’s like nothing ever happened between us, like I never came deep inside of her, like I didn’t want her. She knows I wanted her, she felt it, and I felt her need, I heard her pleas on the phone and I saw her beautiful orgasm on her face... Now nothing. Except I’m going crazy.

She seems to think hard, and finally answers.

“Okay. Let’s hunt with the legendary Winchesters” she chuckles. “When do we leave ?”

“As soon as you’re ready, Sweetheart” I state, using that nickname on purpose.

Reader’s Pov

Eyeliner.

Those dark eyes look back at me in the mirror, their black line making them harder, colder, and those stern pupils I was so used to. I tighten the cords of my corset, strangely loving the strong feeling of being held so strong, and the pressure on my spine.

I remember the first time I dressed like this. I was way too young, sixteen maybe or even less, and I needed to infiltrate that club. A really shady club...

I couldn’t afford clothes, I could barely afford food ; so I borrowed a corset from that prostitute that gave me food once or twice, Silvia. She hid me from her pimp several times, and told me to never take free drugs and to stay away from men in general… She was nice with me, and she’s probably one of the reasons (with the Supernatural books) I never gave up to selling myself when fear and hunger were unbearable.

I had never worn anything else than that dirty hoodie I slept and lived in for years, and it was the first time I could actually dress up and look in a mirror, hurrying in her bathroom while Silvia wasn’t home. I used her makeup too…

I felt so strong when I left her shitty apartment, for once I had made a choice, for once I was in charge… I killed two vampires that night.

And Silvia was found dead before I gave her the corset back, one of her “client” decided rough wasn’t enough, he decided the bruises and the humiliations would be more pleasant if those fucking rapes ended up in murder…

I found him. I killed that son of a bitch.

But the time after she died was the worst of my life. Not just because no one gave food to me through the window, because after discovering monsters are real the hard way… I was discovering the worst monsters are human. And those monsters, there was no Winchesters to burn them. I was too young and I lost all hope…

But I had that corset and a sharp knife. So I decided, as long as I had that, I will make their blood flow… And I did.

A wave of sadness goes through me thinking that corset burned in my apartment, the original one, Silvia’s memory.

That is what Dean doesn’t know about me. That is the reason I can’t let go to that desire I feel for him. Not only I have to stay away from this naivety that made the child inside me crush on him, because naivety is weakness and weakness is death…

But also, he wants to see me as a hunter… And what I am is a killer.

I get out of the bathroom and walk to the war room with the bag they gave me to pack my things. I don’t have much, but I really don’t need a lot, the only thing is…

“Could one of you lend me a jacket ?” I say, putting my bag on the table. “My coat burnt and...”

Dean jumps from his sit, nodding, and walks pass me.

“Won’t be as fitted as your clothes though” he states, eyeing my cleavage for a second.

“That really doesn’t matter” I assure him.

When he comes back, he hands me that beautiful dark blue jacket he wears a lot. And I feel like a freaking cliché when our fingers touch, and even more when I wrap myself in that jacket of his. The little scared teen in me screaming in my head.

But that teen is dead a long time ago, and I intend that she stays dead.

Dean’s Pov

Y/n is fierce against vampires, but she’s just as much against any other monster.

Since we left home, we have solved one case after another, without any break like Sam and I did some times, mostly when one of us needed to unwind for some reason.

This time, all of us do need relief, for different reasons. And we make the best team… ever.

Everything is perfect, her sharp mind completes Sam’s brain, and her formidable fighting skills make our trio almost invulnerable.

And after the job is done, drinking a glass of whiskey with her really feels like hanging out with my best friends.

Y/n fights like this ghost, like this ghoul, like this shapeshifter was precisely the one who killed her parents. She is an efficient killer, if she decides that you’re dead, your head hits the floor before you realize it. It’s a freaking execution.

And watching her using those moves, both smooth and sharp to end the worst creatures of the universe makes me all dizzy every time.

She’s graceful in her ferocity and hunting with her adds something Sam and I never had, not even with Cas or Jack or anyone : an action movie vibe or something like that ; I think I never enjoyed hunting that much.

And I have to admit none of it helps with my obsession. I didn’t know I could be hard as steel while burning a corpse…

But as efficient as she is, able to kill without more than one stroke, she can also enjoy it… cruelly.

She’s like a cat that could end that mouse with a single bite, but plays with it a little.

She’s fucking scary.

Right now, the mouse is a 240lbs werewolf with a special taste for captivity and young hearts. He and his friend made their own little reserve in his basement, but it took us less than six hours to find who they were.

She broke his knee, stabbed him in the back, and watches him try to crawl to the forest now. She’s smiling wide, her face covered in red dots from the throat she cut just before.

“Crawl, crawl little bad wolf” she hums, turning around him like a shark.

“Dean” Sam tries to get me out of fascination, I know he things we should end the beast but I’m not giving her orders… It’s her pray.

My eyes are on her and I can’t really move, fascinated by her every move.

This woman is not like anybody else, and that monster massacre we’re on for a few weeks, it got me high on blood and on her. My body is filled with adrenaline, I’m horny and hungry constantly, my few hours of sleep are so deep I feel like dying every night…

“Y/n !” Sam calls her and she turns toward us.

I know my pupils dilate when her burning eyes find mine.

“Kill him” my brother almost whines.

She sighs, walking toward the car behind us, she hands me the gun when she walks pass me. It doesn’t entertain her anymore.

I take three quick steps to him and put a bullet in the werewolf’s head. Sam puts three little drops of that magic oil she taught him to do, says the incantation, and the body catches fire. That fire that wont spread, but that won’t stop until nothing is left of his target. This thing changed our life…

Tonight, Y/n has a room of her own.

When we can, we try to give her some privacy, and I have to sleep in a room so boring… a room that doesn’t have her in it.

“Y/n is really good” my brother says, putting his bag on his bed, but I know something bothers him. “And… I mean, with her we save twice more people.”

“But ?” I ask sternly, grabbing a beer in the fridge.

“She really likes to kill, Dean.”

“I do to, Sammy” I state honesty, able to admit it without a flinch now.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong” Sam ignores me. “I know she’s a good person and she proved a thousand times already that saving people was the real goal for her too. But she’s… I don’t know, wild ?”

When he says that, my heart misses a beat. She’s wild, yes, and she awakens something in me that I didn’t know.

“I feel like hunting with a time bomb sometimes” he sighs.

“I’ll talk to her” I say, ignoring the confused look on his face.

Of course, that was not what he was expecting, like you could just tell someone they’re a time bomb… But Y/n and I, we have a special relationship, and I really feel like I can tell her anything.

I knock and she opens with her gun in her hand, smiling when she comes face to face with me.

“You need something ?” she asks, letting me in.

“Just talking” I state.

“Okay” she frowns. “I’ll take my shower, after. Whiskey ?”

I nod and she takes a big sip directly the bottle, handing it to me.

“Sam thinks you’re a time bomb” I declare with no introduction, drinking way too much from that bottle.

She freezes, chuckling a little with her eyebrows raised.

“Sammy’s afraid of me now ?”

“He’s not afraid” I grunt, feeling the alcohol increase my desire for her. “He thinks you’re wild.”

“Wild, huh ?” she laughs, a mocking expression in her voice and on the corner of her lips.

I want to make it disappear from her pretty face, I need to see this grin turn into that ecstasy face that looks like a slight pain. I lick my lips.

“Well Sweetheart, you are” my voice is suddenly lower and she starts searching my face.

“And is that a bad thing ?” she shrugs.

I get up, and come near her, feeling my blood boil in a feeling between an inexplicable anger and a raging desire.

“Are you untamable, tigress ?” I groan, my eyes going from her bloody cleavage to her amused face. “Do you think it’s funny ?”

“A little, yes” she chuckles when I make her walk back. “What do you think you’re doing, Caveman ?”

I lose control of my hands and grip her waist, my nails digging in the black leather of that damn corset, crushing her body with mine against the wall.

When I try to kiss her lips, she turns her head slightly, offering me her jaw to bite instead, and I do. She doesn’t want kisses, she doesn’t want anything tender. I would love to give her more than sex, but so be it…

My hand finds her neck, taking it to keep her still and she groans.

Her hands fly to the thigh holster she’s still wearing and grab her gun. In a split second, the barrel is pressed against my temple, but I don’t flinch.

“I could kill you just like that, Winchester” she groans and I still don’t move.

“Go ahead, tigress. Kill me.”

She smiles hand I start nibbling at her naked shoulders with that gun still on my head, rubbing myself on her like a freaking dog in heat, groaning in her ear, my thumb spreading the mix of blood and sweat on the side of her burning neck.

When I let go of her neck to start undoing her pants, she bends and bites my shoulder, hard enough to make me scream in pain and wrap my hands around her throat again.

“Freaking cat” I grunt, struggling with her belt with only one hand.

When I finally manage to open it, I slip my finger in it and she lets the gun fall loudly on the floor. My hand finds her folds, and a grin appears on my face.

“You’re soaked, how surprising is that ?” I let out in a growl, slipping my middle finger through her folds, teasing her clit and entrance.

“Fuck you, hunter” she groans, but a desperate moan escapes her lips and my cock twitches so hard it hurts. So I let go of her delicious pussy, the smell of her arousal coming out of her panties along with my fingers.

With my shaking free hand, I almost rip my pants open and push it down, not realizing I’m squeezing her neck a little harder in my eagerness.

Her face is red and her mouth agape, she licks her lips and another insolent smile appears on her beautiful face. I know I can’t let go of her or she will attack me or run away.

“Take your pants off” I command unable to do it myself, and she lets her head go back. “DO IT WILD CAT !”

She pushes her jeans and panties down enough so I can take it off with my foot. And without losing another minute, I grab her thighs, spreading them for me, and carrying her.

“GRAH” she cries out when I enter her without any foreplay, burying myself between her throbbing walls in a sharp thrust.

I could come right now, the tension accumulated in me for weeks making me as feral as she is in battle.

“Yes, fuck yes !” I moan is her neck, as I start to thrust toughly, banging her hips on the wall each time.

She grabs my hair and tug at it hard, but I ignore the pain and keep chasing that ecstasy only her can give me so good.

“D-Dean…” she suddenly almost pleads, vulnerable.

I look up and notice she is struggling to breath.

“C-Corset” she whines.

Without withdrawing, I grab the knife on the table and brutally cut the lace caging her. The second I free her, she gasps and grabs my belt on the middle of my ass, encouraging me to take her harder.

And I do.

She can’t open her eyes now, her head back on the wall, her mouth open, and it’s too much for me to finally win that from her.

I reach my high so violently that I almost make the two of us fall, her hungry walls milking me strongly right away, her thighs shaking around me while her hands desperately try to push me.

“Y/N FUCK !” I yell, lost in both our orgasms mixing together.

Panting in her neck, I dread the moment she will push me away. So I enjoy every single second against her skin like it was the last… It probably is anyway.

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green-spear-of-causality · 5 years ago

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“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” and none other than Cu Chulainn

//Because I'm a really big dumbass, this is long overdue. @coldpalaceee, I'm sorry if this isn't as good as it deserves to be...I am loving these prompts, and I hope I haven't deterred you from requesting more! (...God I work slow - )

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I'm overreacting.

...Well, that wasn't new, was it? You had always been shy, and awkward, and clumsy, and just so many things you knew you weren't good at or lacked.

The fact that you knew you were overreacting made it ten times worse.

You stared at your boyfriend, the one and only Cú Chulainn, who was making small talk with the (pretty attractive) waiter as you both waited for your meals. You weren't at a fancy restaurant, no; your poor heart couldn't take the stifling formality that came with going to fancy places.

You tended to avoid them like the plague.

So, once you brought it up that you wanted to go somewhere with Cú that wasn't a fancy place, he patted your head and gave you a sun-filled grin that temporarily made your anxiety dissipate. He was always good with that, the comfort; it was like he knew exactly what to do when you clammed up or started to get lost in your own thoughts, resulting in you making more mistakes on whatever you were doing.

You both decided to go to an out-of-the-way cafe, the very same one where you two first met.

He had done so much for you already. Time and time again, he went out of his way to make you comfortable. You honestly wondered why he even wanted to hang around you, much less date you.

So, you presented the idea of this particular outing to him as a treat.

You were supposed to be the one making him feel good. You were supposed to be the one to make him feel comfortable.

He's been talking to this waiter for five minutes... Your gaze became downcast, eyes boring holes into the menu in front of you. You could hear the waiter laugh at a particular joke, one you recognized Cú telling you not even a week ago.

Despite the swirling unease in your stomach, you slightly smiled. Cú always had a tendency to tell other people stuff he learned with excitement that could affect even the most depressed person. He's like a puppy; it's...cute.

Not that you'd ever call him a puppy to his face.

" -ight, (Y/N)?"

"H-Huh?" Your gaze snapped back up to Cú, who was waiting for an answer. You scratched the back of your head, sheepish. "Sorry...what did you say?"

He gave you an odd look, repeating his question. "I said that this cafe is always a treat to go back to, right?"

You blinked, answering with a question of your own. "Was-...Was that supposed to be a pun?"

Now it was Cú's turn to blink, pondering for a fee moments. He then chuckled, the light sound making you smile as butterflies danced in your stomach. "I guess it was! I mean, the sweets here are incredible."

His eyes searched around the cafe, and your traitorous mind whispered that he was waiting for that extroverted waiter to come back, because unlike you they could keep a steady conversation with him without tripping over their own words like the failure they are -

"(Y/N)."

You returned your focus to Cú at his tone, a small frown on your face. The odd look was back on his face as crimson orbs scrutinized you. "What's wrong?"

You tensed. "Wh- ...Uh, nothing's wr- "

"Don't lie to me, (Y/N)." The intensity of his stare was still there, but now some exasperation was mixed into it. "You always occupy your hands with something when there's something on your mind."

Sure enough, you looked down to see that you were playing with the strings of your black hoodie. You had chosen dull colors so that you didn't stand out, while Cú wore a yellow sweatshirt and light blue jeans that you, admittedly, was better than the eye-damaging but endearing Hawaiian shirt he always had on hand; he stood out, and you blended in.

You wanted to scream. No! This was supposed to be the outing where you looked after Cú and coddled him, reassuring him with soft words and hand holding and so much more -

But you messed it up, like always, and he should honestly just dump your stupid ass already.

"O-Oi, I didn't mean to make you upset by that!" Cú had searched for a way to reassure you, since you looked tense enough to simply break at the slightest misstep. "It's just...I want to know what you're thinking, that's all. What's up?"

Your mind raced a mile a minute. Okay, you were definitely overreacting, but you couldn't stop yourself from spiralling further. Your mouth decided to betray you by blurting out, "Why are you even here?"

Ouch. You scrambled for a remedy, but it was too late. You watched a flicker of hurt cross his face before the confusion set in, and at this point you were mortified.

"I-I mean - !" You spoke frantically, frustrated with yourself. Why did you say it like that? Of course he got the wrong idea! Your hands balled into fists, pausing their motions.

Everything was falling apart, and it was because you couldn't muster up even a scrap of courage to tell him properly.

"I phrased that wrong. Oh god, I didn't - I didn't mean - "

"(Y/N)." You looked up. Cú gave an exasperated huff, but he was smiling. "Seriously, it's cool. I understand; just chill out for a sec, and tell me when you're ready."

"Why?!"

Your second outburst shocked him. He opened his mouth to continue, but you weren't waiting for a response; you figured hey, may as well drive the stake in further.

"Cú, you're so...vibrant. You're vibrant, understanding, way smarter than Gilgamesh gives you credit for, exuberant, witty, confident, encouraging, endearing, and just...so much more. Looking at you is like looking at a literal miniature sun, because you stand out and despite the odds being stacked against you, you somehow manage to find the silver lining in a bleak situation.

"Meanwhile, I'm...not nearly as amazing. I'm pretty forgettable in a sea of faces, I'm quiet, awkward, clumsy, I make at least seven mistakes each day, insecure, overbearing, bad with words, and I'm nowhere near as confident as you are. I usually bring the mood down, and I have low self-esteem."

Cú really looked like he wanted to say something, but was restraining himself. You continued, not seeming to notice his struggle.

"Seeing you talk to the waiter from before made me realize that I...I could never be as good as you. Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't know why you're dating me when there's other people like the waiter who could easily hold a conversation with you. There's so many wonderful people out there who would be better, and I always screw things up and cause you more trouble than you need since you always have so much on your plate already - "

"I chose you."

"Hah?" You stopped, gaze snapping back up to meet his. Cú's eyes were narrowed, his mouth a thin line as he glared.

You swallowed. Did...Did you just piss off the Cú Chulainn?

"I chose you." He repeated. "You, and no one else. Honestly, (Y/N), what am I going to do with you?"

You closed your mouth, a pained expression quickly making itself known on your face. Yet again, you made him comfort you instead of the other way around -

"Since you don't see what I do, I'm gonna have to pound it into that pretty little head of yours." Pink dusted across your cheeks as his irritated expression gave way to the grin you knew belonged to him and only him. It was sharp and wild, yet filled with so much glee and kindness that you slowly began to unwind your tightly balled hands.

"Yeah, you may be all of those things, but so what?"

"...Huh?" You peered at him, dumbfounded. Didn't...Didn't that just prove your point?

"Nope, it's my turn to talk." Cú held up a hand, and you vaguely registered your food being put in front of you and a "Have a nice day" in favor of listening to your boyfriend.

"If a human didn't have their flaws, then they wouldn't be human, now would they?" He continued. "Which, by the way, I find yours adorable. You're sarcastic and witty once you get enough confidence, mischievous, think more with your brain than rely on instinct, and you have such a big heart that there's no way a sane person could hate you.

"(Y/N), you look around and you see so much more than I think I could ever, and then the most breathtaking look gets into your eye as you appreciate what you're seeing. The best part is that it happens randomly; what I wouldn't look twice at, you take into your hands and go over it with a lot of care. You'd think that you were holding a baby bird with a broken wing from how you hold things. You have bursts of optimism that come and go, and when they do it's hard to even get mad at you.

"Most of all, (Y/N), you...ground me." He scratched his cheek lightly, looking over to the side.

You gaped. Was he...embarrassed? Each compliment had you sinking further in your chair, hands covering your beet red face.

"Yeah, you bring the mood down, but...not in the way you think. Ah, damnit, why is this so hard to say?! ...You're calming, and you help me not get too carried away with whatever the hell I'm doing. Imagining myself without you here is impossible at this point."

"Cú, just -...just stop, goddamnit," You groaned into your hands, wanting nothing more than to melt into a puddle and evaporate. "I-I get it, you love me. But...why the compliments?"

Cú rolled his eyes, leaning over to pry your hands away and giving you a quick but loving peck on your forehead. "Like I said, I had to beat it into your skull somehow. Don't you ever think that you're not worthy, or some dumb bullshit like that. Despite my flirting, I'm a loyal guy; I wouldn't leave you."

You stared at him. "Loyal...like how you were staring at that one couple's asses on the way here."

You didn't even realize that you didn't stutter through that entire sentence. Cú laughed at your retort, at least having some bit of shame to look sheepish. "What? When you see an ass that doesn't lie, you can't help but admire it."

"Cú!" You were laughing at this point too (since he was right - their asses were fine), but you still lightly punched his shoulder from across the table.

He grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. "There's the (Y/N) I know and love."

You spluttered. "Cú Chulainn, I swear if you say one more sappy thing - "

He reached over to hold your hand, making you pause. "Yeah, about earlier? You're overthinking - I'm yours. That's all I want to be."

This time, you were the one to lean over the table (and your untouched food) to kiss him.

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finnschuesters · 4 years ago

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YOUR EVERLASTING LIGHT

WHO: @leo-mccarthy and finn schuester. WHEN: saturday, sept. 26th. after the dance. WHERE: wmhs parking lot. WHAT: leo and finn share a moment together after homecoming.

FINN: Finn had foolishly believed counting prom court votes with Benji would end in anything but disaster. Their conversation had been productive , and it seemed things would change moving forward. Ultimately it was good, but it didn't make things any less draining. After their discussion, the night seemed to drag along. Finn went through the motions of reporting the results then returning to the table her and Leo had been posted up at all night. She was only slightly surprised to find him gone, but hoped he was out enjoying the dance and having fun. Finn on the other hand, would remain seated, tapping her foot and waiting for the event to swiftly conclude so she could hopefully decompress from the intensity of the Benji incident. When Leo returned, asking if Finn was good to drive, she nodded and issued a soft "Of course." Though, not without going bug eyed and silently panicking for a moment. Truly, she didn't mind. The timing was just poor. Despite having obviously been drinking, Leo miraculously picked up on her hesitation in that fraction of a second which brought them to the present: Back against the windshield, Finn laid on the hood of Leo's car beside him. As students began trickling out of the dance, her gaze remained fixed upward as she puffed on a cigarette that came from the box she had purchased him in lieu of a boutonnière or corsage. Some Student Council President she was. Since Leo had been nice enough to sit and chat with her most of the night, she wasn't stingy with the music that was playing softly from her phone. A mix of Arcade Fire, Springsteen, and The Killers soundtracked Finn's miserable attempt at unwinding, and Leo's seemingly failed efforts to sober up. Taking another drag, she shifted her gaze from upwards to over at Leo. The dance was coming to an end, but Finn wasn't quite sure she was ready to call it a night yet. Figuring she might as well be transparent, she asked, "Um, would it be alright if we maybe don't go to that after party?" Having a feeling the answer would be yes, she added "I'm not ready to go home or anything, I'm fine with hanging out if that's what you wanna do." Finn admitted, bringing the heel of her hand which held the cigarette to wearily rub her forehead. "Just figured I'd check."

LEO: Leo would’ve skipped out on Homecoming entirely if Finn hadn’t asked him to be her date. School dances were famously not his scene. They were performative, dramatic, and they represented everything he hated: social hierarchy, popularity, glamorizing youth, etc. He actively dreaded attending functions like this, but surprisingly, this particular dance hadn’t been that bad. He owed the decent experience to Finn for being on the same wavelength as him. She didn’t seem to mind that he didn’t want to dance or engage in the court or whatever else. She was content to just sit with him at their table and talk, which he actually really enjoyed. However, the second she took off to deal with her student council president responsibilities, Leo’s night took a turn. One spiked bowl of punch later and Leo was drunker than usual sitting on the hood of his car, Finn at his side, as students trickled out of McKinley at the end of the night. Chain smoking wasn’t exactly a common remedy for sobering up...but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth a try. As he lit his third cigarette (thanks to the fresh pack Finn gifted him), he tilted his chin up to the sky. Leo surely looked a little disheveled with his unkempt curls, flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, but there was a calm and satisfied expression on his face now that they were finally away from the crowd. At Finn’s request, he turned to face her and chuckled softly. “You read my mind,” he stated, playfully nudging her arm with his, “we can just keep doing this.” Even in his drunken state, Leo could practically see the cogs in Finn’s brain turning. What was she overthinking? “Did you have an alright time?” he asked as he brought his cig to his lips and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke sit in his chest for a moment before he exhaled. “I’m no expert at this shit but it looked like people had a lot of fun,” he added with a crooked half smile, “so...hats off to you, madame president. You did a good job..” Summer’s warmth was officially gone and as a gust of autumn wind blew past them, Leo glanced down at Finn’s bare legs and hummed to himself. He let his cigarette briefly dangle in his mouth as he shook himself out of his jacket and tossed it over Finn’s legs. “You need it more than I do,” he explained simply before leaning back against the windshield and letting out sigh.

FINN: As Finn felt the fabric of Leo's jacket slipping over her legs, she glanced over at him with her brow raised, "Thanks." she commented, flashing him a tight lipped smile. She appreciated the gesture, but as she puffed on a cigarette of her own, it was clear her mind was focused elsewhere. She adjusted the jacket so it would cover just above her knees and down to her ankles. "Let me know if you get cold." Finn said, still looking over at Leo. The last thing she wanted to do was quite literally take the clothes off of his back if he needed them. Flicking some ash off onto the ground beside Leo's car, she cleared her throat, "Um, yeah, it was all good." she answered vaguely with a nod. Though the lines on her forehead as she pensively stared through Leo rather than at him betrayed her. "Thanks but this. . ." Finn sighed, maybe a little dramatically, "This was mostly Benji, he's on the dance committee." she explained, before bringing the cigarette to her mouth and inhaling. Unable to hold for very long without coughing, Finn turned her head back upward to the sky and blew out smoke. Eager to turn conversation away from Benji, she settled back to looking at Leo. Her stare no longer bore through him, rather she made an effort to actually focus on his tousled curls, lopsided smile, and flushed cheeks. He looked so effortlessly apathetic for someone she knew could get so passionate about certain things: Tarantino, Arcade Fire, and the uselessness of High School Pep Rallies to name a few. She wished she had brought her camera so she could snap a photo, but wishing wouldn't plant it in her hands. Instead, she tried to memorize how he looked in the moment. With a more genuine smile and slightly more relaxed, she nudged him in turn, "Did you have fun, drunky?" she asked playfully. She felt much better knowing there would be no after party to keep up appearances at, but it still wasn't the perfect antidote to shake events from earlier in the night. "You were missing for a while, what did you get up to?" Finn further inquired. Maybe focusing on his night rather than her own would briefly clear her head. "Other than refilling at the punch bowl, I mean."

LEO: Leo gave Finn a vague nod in lieu of saying ‘you’re welcome’ at the gesture of giving her his jacket. It was the least he could do. He gave a genuine and lazy smile at her follow-up comment, shaking his head as he brought his cigarette back up to his lips and inhaled deeply. “Nah, don’t worry about it,” he assured her, smoke floating out of him as he mindlessly adjusted the jacket to cover a spot on her thigh that she’d missed, “all you.” They didn’t run in the same circles really, but Finn was one of Leo’s constants. She was sturdy, she was reliable, and she was always there when it counted. He wasn’t sure how she did it, how she always seemed to know when she was needed, but her presence always made a difference to him. Always. Leo studied her face as she answered his questions. She was far away somewhere. How could he get her to be here? “I see,” Leo said once she explained the situation, ashing his cigarette before he brought it back up to his lips, “that sucks. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Feels complicated.” Leo marveled at the way Finn tilted her chin up and blew out the smoke from the cigarette she held gingerly between her fingers. In his drunken state, he found himself staring at her cheek bones and focusing on the way he could see her jaws clenching at her temples whenever she was deep in thought. When she came back down to earth and they locked eyes, a wave of calm washed over him. If his life were a movie, which part would this be? He kept his gaze on her and tried to commit the scene to memory. Here was the student body president, smiling at him, using his jacket as a blanket as the chill Ohio wind gently blew her loose curls out of her face. He answered her question with a “you look really beautiful.” He let out a breathy chuckle following his comment, shaking his head and averting his eyes in slight embarrassment at the surprising display of verbal affection. “But I did have fun,” a pause, “I think?” He chuckled softly again, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand that loosely held what was left of his cigarette as he tried to recall what he did after Finn left. Nothing came to him. “I don’t remember,” he admitted, dropping his hand and turning to look at her again, “but I do have a confession...” Leo finished smoking his cigarette, put out the butt on the hood of his car and then flicked it on to the ground before leaning closer to Finn. “I spiked the punch bowl,” he whispered into her ear, smiling proudly to himself as he settled back into his spot, “don’t get me in trouble.”

FINN: There was comfort that came when interacting with Leo that was both familiar and foreign to Finn. Familiar in the sense that their friendship was really effortless, like she’d been around Leo just as long as she’d been around Zoe or Eli. But foreign in the way that she had never connected with someone as easily as she did Leo. He had successfully reeled her back to the present as she attempted to commit all his features to memory. Maybe she was being sappy because it was her senior year, but she was pretty confident she’d never meet another Leo McCarthy-- let alone one who would chainsmoke with her in the parking lot after a school event. She didn’t blame herself for wanting to remember the moment and just how everything looked. Just as she was gearing up to take her next mental photo, Leo had boldly told her she looked beautiful. Finn didn’t read too much into it, but it made her cheeks flush pink. While he averted his gaze, she continued staring at him in all his bashful glory. Peeking her foot out from beneath Leo’s jacket turned blanket, she nudged his foot so he’d look back at her. Once he did, Finn wasted no time to smile at him. “You look really beautiful, too.” she told Leo with a soft, genuine quality to her tone. That was the best way to describe him really. At least to Finn. He had a beautiful mind, heart, and looks to match. Although Finn recognized returning the compliment was kind of like playing with fire, she could be a little irresponsible in this private moment. Swiftly, the topics switched and as it was revealed Leo didn’t really remember what he got up to in her absence, Finn laughed softly. Then before she knew it, Leo’s breath was was warm on both her ear and neck. Before she could even process the electricity the sensation sent down her spine, Finn was jolting up at yet another confession from Leo. Though some might expect her to scold him after staring with her mouth agape, she simply scoffed. “You did not” Finn exclaimed in a joyful disbelief. “Oh my god, how did you pull that off?” she asked curiously as she leaned back into the windshield once again. She had unintentionally settled closer to Leo than where she lay before, but oddly enough to proximity didn’t bother her. Instead, Finn continued with the conversation, “I won’t tell.” she assured. After tossing her cigarette off the side of his car and onto the pavement, she found herself once again inching closer to Leo. It was a cold night, the warmth he brought was nice, and not to mention she actually kind of liked being close. Their distance now undeniable, Finn just wanted to be sure she hadn’t made things weird. Trusting Leo to be honest, she simply asked, “Is this alright?”

LEO: Sitting on the hood of his car chainsmoking cigarettes with Finn was unsurprisingly the best part of Leo’s night. The dance itself hadn’t been terrible, but at some point he hit a wall in the gymnasium. He was ready to leave. This though? Hanging out with Finn, listening to music and talking about everything and nothing in particular? Quite frankly he could do it all night. Leo was a bit of a recluse and he knew it. His circle of friends was small by design. Most people got under his skin, but there were a select few people that put him at ease and Finn Schuester had always been at the top of that list. No matter how much time they went without talking, it was always like no time had passed when they eventually reconnected. In a small town filled with cheerleaders, jocks and show choir lunatics, Leo marched to the beat of his own drum and Finn was one of the only people who didn’t make him feel wrong for that. To put it simply: he liked her and he liked having her around. So sitting with her and shooting the shit while all of their peers went to some rich girl’s after party to get wasted and make regrettable decisions? It was kind of perfect. Leo told Finn she was beautiful because she was and also because she deserved to hear it. He got shy after doling our the compliment and only looked back at his date because she nudged him to. Apparently Finn Schuester was the type of girl who called boys beautiful and apparently Leo was the type of boy who got flustered by it. “Me?” he said with a playful scoff, blowing a loose curl out of his eyes through the corner of his mouth, “you sure you haven’t been drinking?” Leo wasn’t a very soft person, but the alcohol in his system paired with the way Finn made him feel weightless led him to believe that maybe he could be gentle and open hearted...even if it was just for tonight. As they joked around about homecoming and how he spiked the punch, Leo found himself subconsciously scooting towards her. “I did,” he confirmed, a little too proudly, “Frankie helped. She stayed on the look out while I dumped a fifth into the bowl.” The act was simultaneously unlike him and painfully on brand. “You gotta promise not to tell though,” Leo joked, drunkenly holding up his pinky as he stared at Finn with a hazy smile, “it’s like sacred or whatever. Come on, humor me.” Once he got Finn to promise in a juvenile but ultimately fun fashion, he dropped their hands and smiled to himself as she inched closer to him. The air around them was undoubtedly getting colder, so he welcomed the warmth she brought as she pressed the side of her body against the side of his. Although the longer they sat there close to each other, the less sure Leo was about the source of the warmth. Was it her body or was it the way his heart was suddenly rattling in his rib cage the longer he looked at her. The question surprised him. Was it alright? Maybe not, depending who you asked, but right now Leo didn’t care about that. “Yeah,” he said quietly, turning his head to look at her openly. Something clicked into place in that moment and Leo realized what part of the movie this was supposed to be. Just kiss her. He wasn’t sure what consequence such an action would bring, but fuck it. Right now there were no other people. Only them and their cigarettes on the hood of his car while ‘everlasting light’ played softly in the background. Fuck it. Leo reached a hand up to Finn’s cheek and turned her head towards him before he crashed his lips into hers and let his hand get lost in her hair.

FINN: Leo’s bashful response to her calling him beautiful stirred some deep feeling within Finn. It came in a sudden, strong wave that spurred an odd sense of urgency to run towards it. Something was churning that was painfully real. This was a type of real that couldn’t be captured on camera or fabricated any old day. While she couldn’t place just what this was, she tried to embrace it rather than shut it out. As Leo tossed out a ’Me?’, Finn verified with a nod and an ’Uh huh.’ as she watched a single curl fly upward than pack on to his forehead. Again, she marveled at how cool and collected he looked even while he was flustered. She smiled to herself as she looked away from Leo for the first time in what felt like hours and swapped him out for the moon. “I called you beautiful because you are. . .” Finn answered, though there was some lingering concern that maybe he thought it was weird. Hence, the lack of eye contact. Though after a moment of quiet, she found herself with her head tilted in his direction once more. Unable to help it, laughter slipped past her own lips in an attempt to soothe her slight concern in having scared him. As their conversation continued, it became more and more apparent that Leo hardly thought anything of it and Finn was falling right back into comfortable communication with him. Seeing him so proud made her smile, even if it was about something as stupid as spiking the punch bowl. From what she gathered over the years, Leo was hard on himself first, satisfied second, and only proud sometimes. It was a nice change of pace. Grinning more noticeably as he held up his pinky, Finn didn’t think twice about locking her pinky around his. ( It did warrant a soft chuckle though. ) “I promise I’m not going to tell.” She verbally confirmed, surprised she didn’t want even this slightest of physical contact to end. Deciding to make another comment about in order to delay the parting of their pinkies, Finn added, “Even if I did, Principal Remington would only be mad it wasn’t one of his star pupils anyhow.” she joked. “You’ve got Presidential immunity, for tonight.” and as her light teasing came to a close, their pinkies dropped. And then the silence settled. Other than the music and the occasional gust of wind, things were quiet as Finn basked in Leo’s warmth and Leo basked in hers. It was mostly cloudy, but the moon was bright enough it made for an interesting mismatch of both star and cloud gazing. There were few people Finn Schuester felt comfortable enough to lay around silently with, and apparently, Leo McCarthy was one of them. It was nice. And even nicer? Just when she least expected it, Leo threw her for another loop with his hand on her cheek and lips against her own. Had it not been the night of their last homecoming, maybe Finn would’ve had half the mind to pull away and suggest they drive home. Instead, she propped herself up with her elbow and leaned into the kiss. With an arm on either side of Leo and her torso hovering over his own, she moved her lips against the taste of spiked punch and cigarettes as ‘Everlasting Light’ faded out along with any inhibitions about the kiss.

END.

#discord para #leo #mentions: benji #mentions: zoe #mentions: eli #mentions: frankie #your everlasting light #//ignore that hoco was fifty years ago <33

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years ago

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A clear path

Read it on Ao3

Rating: T

Relationships: Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Meliorn/Raphael Santiago, Izzy/Meliorn (background), Izzy/Clary/Maia (background), Maia/Simon (background)

Tags: polyamori, open relationships, pre-relationship saphael, non-binary Meliorn, set in the future

Summary: It's Raphael's first time going to what Meliorn has dubbed "polycule game night". Just him, his partner, his partner's girlfriend, her girlfriends, and one of her girlfriend's boyfriend.One of these may have some things to say to him.

(Can be read as a standalone)

Part 2

It doesn’t feel weird.

It feels supremely weird.

Not their whole - thing. He doesn’t even mind seeing Meliorn flirt with Isabelle, or blink an eye when he sees Maia give Clary a kiss on the cheek and immediately give Simon another. He’s a vampire hanging out with faeries, werewolves and demon-hunters, what’s six people who are all in relationships with each other?

He is the one who's weird.

He hasn’t been surrounded by this many people in - ever. Even in his clan, he mostly kept to the sidelines, focused on his plans, the war, making sure everyone was safe and okay. He hasn’t allowed himself to indulge in “hanging out” with anyone, let alone such a mixed group, with a lot of people he doesn’t know.

He’s on the couch, watching everyone, taking a sip of his bloody Mary - minus the Mary - and soaking in their dynamics. He doesn’t feel like an invader, but he doesn’t feel like an insider, either.

Maybe it’s just because it’s his first time.

“You okay in there?”

He looks up at Simon, a little shocked. He wasn’t expecting to be - for the lack of a better word, noticed. Usually, when he sticks to the sidelines, people let him, and forget him in there.

Then again, Lewis has never been known for following protocol.

“What?” he asks, when Raphael’s stunned silence stretches for too long.

(Well, too long for him, anyway. Simon doesn’t exactly have a good silence tolerance)

(Then again, maybe Raphael has too much)

“Nothing, I’m just shocked to hear you say such a short sentence,” he deadpans, taking another sip of his drink. It’s an instinctive kind of reaction, to try to get people to leave. He’s been cultivating walls between him and the world for a long time now.

Not that they ever work with Simon. “Oh, I’m just warming up. You made the mistake of answering me, so the rant can start at any minute. I even have a few options for you to pick out,” he says as he sits down besides Raphael, stretching his legs and draping his arm over the backrest. He’s not in Raphael’s space in any way, though, and he knows that’s deliberate. Simon overthinks even when he’s not paying attention to it.

Raphael takes another sip of his drink, this time to hide his smile. “I see,” he says.

Simon smiles back at him, big and careless. “No, but really, are you okay? You’ve just been sitting here all night - I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that, you do you. If you’re happy with it that’s fine. I’m just not too sure you’re happy with it - you have that sour face going on - then again that’s just your usual face. Not in a bad way! It’s just that, well, you always look a little grumpy. Anyway. I guess what I’m trying to ask is, are you sitting here because you want to, or because you feel like you have to? If you just want to, I’ll totally leave, promise.”

Raphael’s glass hovers midair, his hand stuck in a non-motion. This is the thing about Simon - if he had just asked if Raphael is okay, it would be easy to say yes. He is okay. But then he feels the need to elaborate, and suddenly the question becomes much more complicated. Refined, even. And then the answer is not that simple anymore, because it’s not that easy to bypass.

It’s really annoying.

Then again, it’s not like he needs to keep finding loopholes. He’s not a Seelie. He can lie.

He doesn’t. “I’m just getting used to it,” he says. “Too many people. I don’t know- how things work yet.” Then, because he can see the way Simon perks up, clearly about to tell him to get drunk so he can unwind or something equally crazy and stupid, “and I guess it’s weird to be here with my ex,” he adds.

That’s not a lie either. It wasn’t the most important thing on his mind, but seeing Isabelle does kind of struck a nerve.

She has apologized for- everything that happened. A long time ago, too.

It’s not that he holds a grudge, because he doesn’t. He knows he has his share of guilt for letting her drag him into it. He knows he has his own sins to look at before he can judge others.

You’re a good man, he remembers Meliorn saying to him all that time ago, when they were still acquaintances starting to cross the line to friends. Way better than you think you are. These sacrifices, these battles you fight to prove your worth, they’re pointless. You will never atone to these sins, because you did not commit them.

It was so honest, so simple, that it took Raphael a while to even remember that Meliorn can’t physically lie. For one magical, miraculous moment, Raphael believed them fully, without a single reason other than that it felt right.

After that moment, it was all but obvious where they were going. The path to it had been long - taken years to complete, in fact - but it was strolled through, not fought. Somehow, Raphael didn’t even notice it happening until he had arrived here.

At game night with his partner, his partner’s girlfriend, her other girlfriends, and one of her girlfriend’s boyfriend.

Maybe it is a little weird.

“You and Izzy have seen each other before,” Simon points out.

Raphael hums, lost in thought. “Yes. Many times. But not when she’s not a shadowhunter representative, or the head of the New York Institute, or a weapons master, or our ally. It’s been years since I’ve been in a room with just Isabelle,” he says, “and we share a partner, of all things.” He lets out a little laugh, although with years of practice it sounds more like a snicker.

“You’re telling me? I have two exes here, and they’re both dating my partner,” Simon says dramatically, and still somehow not sounding serious in the least.

Raphael blinks. “You know, I hadn’t thought of that,” because he hadn’t. He always forgets about Simon’s - whatever it was - with Clary. Imagining her with any man is weird, but then again, he pretty much only got to know her after she came out. And Simon’s time with Isabelle was short-lived, even shorter than Raphael’s.

“Well, now that you know it, I bet you can’t unsee,” Simon laughs. “Two entire partners other than me, and they’re my only two exes. Our dating pool is seriously limited.”

Raphael’s lips are twitching. “Well, Maia did have other options. I guess you were just unlucky,” he reasons.

“Me? Unlucky? Impossible,” Simon deadpans. “God has always worked in my favor, this is a well known fact.”

Raphael tips his head a little bit, humoring him. “Then I suppose we’re just drawn to people with similar tastes.”

“Good line,” Meliorn says, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. They were right in front of Raphael the whole time, of course, but they have this way of making others feel like they made a dramatic entrance every time they speak. “Very smooth. Your courtship abilities have improved tremendously,” they finish.

Raphael chokes on himself. “What? I’m not courting him,” he objects, as Simon himself has a similar immortal heart attack beside him.

“Yeah, no, definitely not courting,” he continues, “I don’t even think Raphael can court anyone! I mean, not that he can’t, but I don’t think he’d try to. Well, but you two are dating, so there’s that, but I just kind of always assumed you were the one doing the courting - not that I’ve been thinking about you guy’s personal lives or anything! Really, I don’t want to know- well, not that you can’t talk about it, of course, I just-”

“I see. My mistake,” Meliorn replies, doing a little bow and leaving Simon mid-rant.

They both look stunned for a second, and then Raphael erupts into laughter. Meliorn is truly something, he thinks.

By the time he’s quieted down, there are a few tears on the corners of his eyes, and he wipes them with abandon. When his eyes focus again, Simon is looking at him like he just witnessed the birth of a star.

“What?” Raphael asks, instantly guarded.

Simon shakes his head as if getting rid of a hallucination. “Nothing,” he answers. Then, because he knows that’s way too short not to get Raphael suspicious, “I can see why you two are attracted to each other.”

A part of Raphael wants to ask him what he means by that. Instead, he looks at his drink and smiles. “Yeah,” he says, knowing the way his eyes are glinting.

For once, Simon isn’t the one to break the silence. He watches quietly as Raphael allows himself that moment of vulnerability, of truth. Something he’d deem unthinkable just a few years ago, before he started to actually see a family in his clan, but there he is.

Slowly, he comes to, turning to Simon. "I’m sorry, you know,” he says.

“For what?”

“For everything- about how things were when we first met. For being an accomplice in Turning you. For the fights.”

“That wasn’t your fault,” Simon answers easily, waving it away like that moment didn’t singlehandedly ruin his life. “You were the one who let me go. I know you had been working to gain Camille’s trust way too hard to let your whole plan be ruined by some random mundane. You risked enough by freeing me.”

“I was trapped by the sunlight,” Raphael argues.

“They were leaving. You let me go and lied to Camille.”

Raphael just huffs.

Simon sighs. “Why is it so hard for you to admit that you’re a nice guy, deep down?” he asks. Then, before Raphael can think of something to say to that, “Besides, I’m the one who’s sorry. You were trying to protect your people and I almost ruined that,” Simon muses, “I put you all at risk because I was too blinded by Clary. And then myself.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, “I wouldn’t have actually hurt your sister, you know.”

Raphael closes his eyes and lets the now familiar wave of- feelings - guilt and hatred and anger and despair and love and grief - wash over him. It hasn’t become less strong, not really. It’s Raphael who’s become stronger to deal with it. Rosa is the one topic he’ll always be sensitive over, the one grudge he’ll hold with the world. He promised he’d be there for his sister. He promised he wouldn’t let her suffer like he did. And then he never got to see her again.

He remembers how, when Simon sent him the picture, the first thing he felt was jealousy. Before fear, before anger, before sadness, all he could do was hate Simon because he got to be there, with her, under the sunlight, and hear her voice.

But… “I know,” he says. Because that is also the truth.

“I know that doesn’t make it right,” Simon is quick to amend, “I should have never- It was fucked up,” he lets out a high pitched, awkward laugh. Then, after taking a deep breath, “I guess I didn’t- I didn’t understand all that was at stake for you, at the time.”

Raphael’s laugh is humourless this time. “Well, you knew shadowhunters before you even knew other downworlders. Doesn’t surprise me that you didn’t understand,” he says, knowing that he’s being bitter, knowing that he’s not being completely fair.

But Simon just smiles sadly at him. “Yeah,” he says. “I guess it was a complicated time.”

When isn’t it?. Raphael thinks of living in Mexico, poor and hungry, of him mom trying to sell enchiladas to get some food home after the death of his father. He thinks of moving to the United States, of not knowing a word of english, of shutting down and stopping to speak when he didn’t know how to say things anymore. Of people hating his language, and also the way he spoke their language. Of people hating his skin color. His accent. Of not understanding why he couldn’t greet people with a kiss on the cheek anymore. Of eating weird food. Of being made fun of for his food. Of being Turned. Of wandering the streets, crying and gripping a crucifix. Of being found. Of being thrown into a war. Of joining the clan of someone he didn’t like or trust. Of another war. Of getting his clan back after finally, finally getting rid of her. Of meeting Meliorn. Of being here.

“Yeah,” he ends up saying, “but it’s a better time now.”

Simon smiles, looking ahead where Clary, Izzy and Maia are fighting over a game of MeliUno - regular Uno, except Meliorn gets to see everyone’s cards and gives the most cryptic possible clues of what they are, and they have to figure it out. “It is,” Simon finally agrees.

There’s silence between them. Companiable, nice. Shared, not fought.

It doesn’t last long, of course. Simon stretches out his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he says, “the version of you in nicer times.”

Raphael takes his hand, and doesn’t hide his smile. He wonders if that, too, is opening a path he can stroll into.

#sh #shadowhunters #sh fic #simon lewis #raphael santiago #meliorn #izzy lightwood #clary fray #maia roberts #saphael #raphaeliorn #claiabelle #saia #isabeliorn #fics #my fics #validate me assholes

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numba99 · 6 years ago

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Movie Night Confessions

Summary: You’re long time friends with Andre and he’s super anxious about the the playoffs coming up. You plan a nice night for him to relax on his off day. During the night Andre confesses he’s been harboring feelings for you. Reuqested. Word Count 1,080

Warnings: None!

You walked through the door for your friend Andre’s apartment. Andre had given you a key to his apartment awhile ago and you often help him out while he’s away by stocking his fridge and cleaning some of his clothes. Andre insists you don’t have to, but you know how crazy busy he is. If you don’t buy him vegetables you fear he may never eat one again. Besides, he doesn’t mind you lingering and watching netflix on his giant TV, which is always a plus.

This time, however, netflix was on the agenda, at least not yet. Andre was in the playoff push and to say he was a stressed was an understatement. He’d been texting you during his away stretch that he felt like he was going crazy and just needed a break. You felt so bad, you knew he loved hockey more than anything, but it could still be overwhelming for him.

After receiving those texting, you decided to do something nice for him. You knew one of his favorite ways to relax was watch movies. He always said it was an easy way to get his mind off of things and he definitely needed that for him. So, here you are in his apartment building a fort in his living room for a movie marathon.

You knew were pretty much done and you started to get nervous, What if he thought it was stupid? What if it was too much and just wanted to be alone? Would he think it was weird for you to do all this for him? You are just friends after all... But you couldn’t deny that he gave you butterflies. Were you being too obvious? You didn’t want him to freak out or do anything that could ruin your friendship.

A key in the door pulled you from your worries. No going back now. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him to find you. You had texted him you were coming over to fill his fridge for him so he wouldn’t be startled by your presence.

“He-whoa what’s this?” Andre dropped his bags at his sides, taking in his transformed living room.

“Okay I’m sorry if it’s really dumb, but I know how stressed you are and how much you love watching movies to unwind I thought we could have a movie marathon. But it you hate it and are tired and just want to go to sleep or something I can put the furniture back it’s no big deal,” you tried to not sound nervous but you were definitely rambling.

However, your nerves melted away when Andre ran over and hugged you tightly. “Not stupid at all,” he told you, “This was so nice of you, y/n. And I am very impressed with your architecture skills.”

“You better be,” you nudged him, “Your blankets did not wanna stay up. Total pains in the ass.”

“Kind like the guy who uses them?”

“Definitely,” you laughed. You told Andre to pick a movie while you made popcorn. When you came back you giggled to yourself seeing just his feet sticking out of the fort. You crawled in beside him, realizing you should have made the inside bigger. Not that you minded, but you didn’t want it to be awkward that you were practically sitting on top of each other.

Andre, however, seemed to be unaware of the lack of space between the two of you. He settled in comfortably next to you,smiling contently as he pressed play on the movie he picked out. You found it hard to pay attention, as all you could think about was how good it felt to be so close to him. The two of you had many movie marathons before and it wasn’t uncommon for you to end up near cuddling, but something about this closeness felt... different. You told yourself you were just overthinking and tried to focus on the scenes playing out on the screen.

Eventually the movie ended and you couldn’t tell what it was about if someone asked. Maybe the next one you could get into.

“So what are we watching next?” you asked, hoping he would pick something that was more distracting.

“Actually, I kind of wanted to talk to you,” Andre replied, suddenly appearing anxious. Fuck, you thought, did he sense I was being weird?

“Sure what’s up?” you asked trying to not sound nervous.

“Well, I-I don’t I just had such a tough week,” he began, his eyes dropping shyly, “Just the playoffs and everything is so tough, you know? The pressure and nonstop schedule I’ve been so stressed I didn’t even think I’d be able to to enjoy my time off. But you, you did all this for me and honestly? I haven’t thought about all that shit once since I’ve been with you and I just want to thank you. You’re keeping me sane and I don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“I’m so glad it’s helping you, but you don’t have to thank me Andre. You’re my best friend, I’d do anything to make you feel better,” you told him, patting his hand.

“I’d rather be your boyfriend,” he stated, his eyes finding yours again. You were stunned into silence for a few seconds. Did he really just say that, or were you imagining things? “Shit, I’m sorry y/n I didn’t mean to freak you out I get it if you don-”

“No, no,” you cut him off quickly. The last thing you wanted was him thinking you weren’t interested. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that. I would rather you be my boyfriend too,” you said, squeezing his hand.

Andre blushed. “You have no idea how good it feels to hear that.”

“Believe me, I do,” you laughed softly.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly. You nodded, your heart thudding in your chest as he leaned in. His hand cupped your jaw and his lips pressed to yours. You couldn’t help but smile against him. It was such a sweet and soft kiss but it made your head spin.

“When the playoff are over, I’m taking you on a real date,” he stated.

“I’d like that,” you smiled. You both settled back into your previous position agreeing to watch another movie before calling it a night. However, the movie night came to an end sooner than you thought, as the two of you drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.

#I love how I said this might take me awhile and then here is the image an hour later #i was just feeling this prompt!!!#it was v cute #and it came so easy #a burakovsky #andre burakovsky #andre burakovsky imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction

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rinusagitora · 7 years ago

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Her hands in ours.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou, All Might, Class 1-A

Pairings: TodoMomoJirou, mentioned Izuchaco

Words: 4,500+

Summary: WARNINGS-- mentioned familial abuse. Momo is the definition of perfect. Everything is a mess without her. Thus, when Momo finally confesses her love to Kyouka Jirou, Shouto's entire day is screwed over.

AO3 | FFN

The uppermost echelon of heroes was nothing impressive. Maybe All Might aside, as he seemed genuinely concerned for the good of people and to Izuku. But throughout his life he was in proximity to the top five heroes with some frequency, and all he learned was that they were first and foremost human, and secondly had private lives like his father revolving around self-serving agendas.

By extension, his classmates were equally unimpressive until he met Izuku.

Izuku Midoriya, and then Momo Yaoyorozu.

He never really noticed Momo until their practical exam. She was bouncy and well-liked, if not somehow timid at the same time, but her brilliance caught his eye.

They gravitated the moment they started talking. So much so they spent their afternoons in the campus library studying together. Not necessarily as an exchange, like those study groups Momo held with the classroom-challenged, but in each other’s presence. He never really had trouble concentrating but Momo’s presence somehow exorcised the pressure Endeavor forced on him over the years. She smelled the books. The ambience of her highlighter squeaking across yet another molecular textbook was meditative, like rainfall on tin.

That was a fancy way of saying he was crushing on Momo like they were back in primary school, but he liked to keep things kind of classy.

He apparently wasn’t the only one soothed by Momo. He briefly glanced to them, Kyouka’s head laid in Momo’s lap as they read. Momo was popular and affectionate, Kyouka didn’t leave him with the same impression. He wasn’t exactly fluent in the subtle exchanges of teenage girls, but he wasn’t blind either.

But, he reasoned, he could also be jealous of their proximity. There were times flashes like film reel of Momo’s hand in his, Momo’s fingers in his hair as their noses brushed together, interrupted his focus. He found himself by Momo’s desk in the morning just to say hi. When his phone buzzed, he whipped it out with record-breaking speed and had to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling in the cases it was Momo messaging him with a cool-looking molecule or her pet gerbil.

But, again, he wasn’t fluent in girl. It could be just a friend thing. Gals being pals. That kind of thing.

His reverie was interrupted again by Kyouka stretching. “Thanks for keeping me, but I gotta go. I’ll see you later Yaomomo. Bye, Todoroki-kun.”

“Bye, Kyou-chan. See you tomorrow.” Momo’s arms slipped around Kyouka’s shoulders and they squeezed each other. “It’s icy out there. Don’t break something.”

Momo sighed as she turned back to her books. She was pretty, her dark eyes hooded as she diligently read. Her eyelashes were long, her hair was sleek and shiny in the glow cast by the LED lights above their heads. Her smile was even prettier. Momo disassociated talent from fame. She made learning pure and fun again.

“So,” Momo began, “how do you feel about Kyou-chan?”

“... she seems capable.” He frowned pensively. “Why are you asking me this out of the blue?”

Momo dropped her highlighter and cradled her face with upturned brows. “I-I’m in love with her. I want to tell her…. B-but you know me. I overthink things.”

Oh.

He appreciated Momo’s forthrightness, especially with something generally regarded as taboo such as homosexuality, but he couldn’t claim he saw it coming either.

“D-does it bother you that I like girls?” Momo asked. She almost sounded desperate, like he hadn’t come to the point where he could turn her away with ease.

“Of course not. I’m glad you found someone you like. But do you know if Jirou-san is gay?” he asked.

“She is. W-we got talking about it a couple of weeks ago. But like… just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you’re into every girl you see, you know. Wh-what if she’s not into me? What if I end up making the entire class feel awkward because our friendship ends on a bad note?”

“You’re kidding yourself,” he told Momo. “She was just laying in your lap. You’re a catch, and everyone knows it. If Jirou isn’t into you now, I doubt she’d be foolish enough to turn you away.”

Momo’s smiled was sweet enough it could melt glaciers. “You think so?”

He nodded earnestly.

“Todo-kun… could you come with me when I tell her then? Tomorrow morning before class? Just knowing you’ll be there will help me work up the nerve to tell Kyou-chan I’m in love with her.”

“If you’d like.”

“Todo-kun, thank you so much. I-I’ll whip up an outline when I get home and text it to you to review s-so I know I won’t come across as awkward or overzealous o-or something!”

He stuck a highlighter cap between his teeth and pulled. He was happy for his friend. Momo was talented enough to balance a love life and their busy schedule. As her friend, wasn’t he supposed to assist in her happiness?

It didn’t stop his chest from aching.

Eventually, they collected their things so they may leave. Momo hugged him like she hugged all her friends. “Thank you,” she whispered, “I appreciate what you do for me.”

His arms hesitantly wrapped around her waist, like sin. He liked her but Momo was gay. It felt a lot like goodbye. “Of course,” he croaked.

She slipped out of his arms, like sand, he watched her back disappear. He dragged his heavy feet to his mother’s hospital. That was his routine-- school, study (with Momo most recently), visit his mother, sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. It was different that day though. He was accustomed to his father’s fists and even the hot water his mother poured on his face once upon a time. That was a hurt deeper than that, though. Rooted in his pleuris. Like abandonment.

He’d crawl into his mother’s lap like he did as a child, but she was hospitalized. Away from his father she was much better, but psychiatric wards were sterile environments. She was still very sensitive and sheltered from the outside world.

His mother smiled as he entered, leaving behind the starry-eyed folks beyond the metal door. It felt a lot like a prison in there, only with a softer bed and a tiny plant his mother tended to.

“Shouto-kun,” she cooed. “Look at you, you’re covered in snow. You must be freezing.”

“No. It’s been colder. It’s only my left side that really gets cold, anyways.” He shed his bag and speckled scarf onto the table. “How’re you feeling today, Mom?”

“Splendid. These bags are only from age, you know. It’s pretty out today. I like it when it snows.”

“I do too. I can’t stand summer,” he said.

“Neither can I! That ball of fire always pounding down from the sky, I almost say it’s pretentious,” she snort as she crossed her legs. “How’s school, darling?”

“Keeping my grades up. I’m still in the top five of my class.”

“Making friends?”

“Slowly.” It was easier tolerating people after Izuku’s reality check during the sports festival. “It’s fun watching them at least. Iida is still totally oblivious to Midoriya’s and Uraraka’s crushes on each other, but they’re oblivious to it too. Bakugou is still a pain in everyone’s ass. I’m not sure when anyone could find likable about him…. I’m functioning, though. He’s easy enough to avoid. Predictable.”

“And… and your father?”

He frowned. “... that’s the first time you’ve asked about Endeavor,” he said. “He harasses me at public gatherings, like the sports festival, but he hasn’t touched me in years. I’m fine, I swear.”

“That’s good….”

“Y-Yaoyorozu has found someone nice.” He knew where those conversations concerning his father led, he’d rather exchange more pleasant topics.

“Like a boyfriend?”

He wished.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have mentioned Momo. It made his chest hurt. “No, a girlfriend,” he replied. “Please… if you don’t like gays for whatever reason, don’t go off on a tirade. Yaoyorozu is my friend and I’d hate for things to be tense between us so early into our reunion.”

His mother smiled. “I don’t mind. Sweetheart, I glad you have friends. So long as she’s good to you I don’t mind.”

He returned her smile, though melancholic. “I-I’m supposed to be happy for but it… it hurts Mom. I wanted her to be mine.” He wiped his face. “I’m so selfish.”

His mother’s hand clasped his shoulder. “Shouto, maybe you two shouldn’t talk anymore. I can tell you care about her deeply, but when loving someone just hurts, it’s not worth it. I learned that with your father.”

Her tone juxtaposed against what he knew Momo to be, like his friend was anything comparable to his father, sounded like a load of bull. His hands balled on his knees. Momo was sweet. He couldn’t give up on her so easily, however much it hurt in the moment. Even if he couldn’t have her as a girlfriend, he couldn’t bear to be without her as a friend.

“R-right,” he said. Cue another change of topic. “A-anyways. Iida’s doing a lot good. He and his brother are coping with his brother’s paralysis. Midoriya and Uraraka are extraordinarily superb support pillars for him.”

“It’s good to know he’s doing well. It’s such a tragedy what happened to Ingenium. He was good, know you. A moral gentleman if ever met one. How’s your homework, darling?”

“I’m keeping on top of it.” Momo’s company made it easier to unwind. He hoped that was the case after that day, at least. “It’s still pretty basic stuff as of now. I know next semester will be more challenging, though. UA has a steep learning curve according to the senior students.”

“You’ll do just fine, Shouto-kun.”

He nodded. Of course. All thanks to Endeavor. Perhaps his intellectualism was his own, but his power? All thanks to his father. He was working on separating himself but it would take time. “I won’t disappoint you, Mom,” he said. “I have to go home though. It’s getting dark and I still have a lot to do. I’ll come by again tomorrow.”

“I love you.” His mother stood and collected him in a hug. He was taller than her by that point, his nose touched her hair.

“I love you too.” Even more than he loved Momo. His mother filled a hole in life, real family, despite the mistakes made. “Bye, Mom.”

Out the hospital’s front door, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A lengthy text from Momo, certainly her scripted confession to Kyouka. He wondered how Kyouka would react. Part of him hoped favorably to Momo, he couldn’t bear to see his friend heartbroken, but he also hoped Momo would change her mind. The dynamics in their class were already good. Why ruin what they had?

He wait until he got home to read Momo’s text. He locked himself in his room, his siblings cultivated without a sense of privacy apparently, and laid on his back in the dark. Momo’s script was beautiful. Not only could she create elaborate and beautiful objects, but also moving and poetic writing.

It hurt how much he envied Kyouka, like the piece shoved knives in his intercostals. He bled inside. No, he could feel each blade, driven deeper with each breath. They plugged the wounds and kept him from bleeding out. He lived his life as a punching bag but to be a pincushion was a different feeling entirely. One wrong move and those knives would slip out and he would surely gush until he was but a dry sack.

“Stupid,” he scolded himself. So stupid, so selfish, awfulawfulawful little boy! Who the hell did he fool that was enough for anyone, let alone sweet Momo? Only himself.

He complimented her nonetheless. He couldn’t ignore Momo. But he turned into his pillow, mouth agape in a soundless, agonized wail, and turned into his pillow so he may weep without his misery passing through the thin walls.

Vibration woke him. His phone buzzed madly on his sheets. As he sat up, he grimaced. Fuyumi would scold him for falling asleep in his clothes and his crusty pillowcase. But Momo was begging him to hurry to school. He replied he would be there soon. It didn’t hurt like last night-- the ceaseless throb. He was just numb that morning. It was a blur dressing and brushing his teeth and combing his hair.

But he ran that morning. He supposed Momo didn’t care if his stupid hair was smooth or not when Kyouka’s was always immaculate.

Momo was out front. She rubbed her gloved hands together with her eyebrows knit worriedly. She practically tackled him as he approached. By that time, it was like reflex to wrap himself around her.

“Thank you so much for coming, Todoroki-kun. I-I know it’s weird but just having you here helps. Can you just… w-wait behind the gate? Please?”

“Of course. I’ll be rooting you on.” And simultaneously dying inside.

Momo squeezed him. “Thank you again, Todoroki-kun.” He hummed as she slid out of his arms. “Okay, now hide! Kyou-chan will be here soon!” Momo pushed him behind the gate and he obediently let her, like a dog told to heel. And loyally he wait, leaned against the cement walls of the entrance.

“Yaomomo!” Kyouka exclaimed, followed by the weird smell of tobacco. “What the hell are you doing out here? Aren’t you freezing your fuckin’ ass off?”

“Oh my god, put that away before someone sees!” Momo hissed, followed by the sound of crunching ice as she stamped out Kyouka’s cigarette. “B-but I am cold, so I’d like to make this quick if we can.”

“Oh… kay,” Kyouka said hesitantly. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m in love with you.”

What ever happened to Momo’s script?

“Oh.” Kyouka shuffled. “Well, this is embarrassing. I was kinda hoping I’d get the balls to tell you that I liked you, but this works.” Kyouka laughed abashedly. “Does… this make us an item then?”

“Yes!” Momo squealed. “Yes it does! Yesyesyes!” The pair laughed, Momo’s bubbling like a rolling boil.

He was crouched, staring at the slush and swollen salt scattered in the courtyard, his hands clasped over his mouth. Was he supposed to ache as he did? Like the knives slid out from between his ribs and blood gushed down his front? Ethically, no. Momo was his friend. His friend had a girlfriend, and he could only hurt.

He was such a selfish little boy.

Kyouka and Momo passed him hand-in-hand. Momo couldn’t see his watery eyes as she craned her head to wave at him and wave him over to them. It hurt, but he stood like she summoned, wiped his eyes, and jogged to flank the happy couple.

They still held hands when they entered the classroom. Eijirou and Denki were first to congratulate them, and Fumikage slapped Mineru to the ground before he made any particularly vulgar statement. It was almost like a celebration, seeing all of Momo and Kyouka’s friends surround them with big grins. It was like fingers gouged his open wounds.

Izuku nudged him. “H-hey, Todoroki, are you okay?” He and Ochaco loomed over him like a pair of mother hens. “You’re looking a little sick.”

“I was up late studying.” It was only half a lie. He cried for something like three hours before he managed to fall asleep. Emotionally, he was drained and marveled he had anymore to still drain out of him.

Ochaco pouted at him. “You need to sleep, Todo-kun! You won’t keep your title if you’re sleep deprived, you know! Do you need me to tuck you in?”

“Gee, thanks Mom.”

“Heya,” Kyouka waved as she and Momo approached his desk.

“Good morning, Todoroki-kun.” He wished Momo would just call him Shouto. “I-I wanted to thank you for your support. You’re basically the reason we’re together now….”

“Whoa, wait, Todoroki played matchmaker!?” Denki shrieked.

He watched in horror as his classmates devolved into renewed hysteria as if encouraging his friend to pursue her happiness was bizarre. Perhaps if they knew it was at the cost of his own chance to be with Momo, but otherwise, he was sure it was the normal thing to do.

Shouta Aizawa entered their classroom and within the blink of an eye, his classmates were in their seats and perfectly silent.

It was all a blur. His notes were messier, he could barely process a word of their lecture, his English was jumbled. Momo glanced back, brow furrowed and her thin lips dipped in a frown. He sat, hot with same, until training rolled around.

They were before the urban training ground, All Might glorious as always with his broad smile and silver-screen costume.

“Today we will be conducting another capture mission!” He presented the striped lottery boxes. “You will be sorted into teams of two and be assigned as heroes or villains. Heroes, you will be capturing a biological agent from the villains. Your goal is to both escape the compound with the agent and have apprehended both villains before your fifteen minute time limit expires. Villains, you just have to apprehend both heroes or keep them from obtaining the biological agent for fifteen minutes. Heroes, if the agent is broken, you lose. Heroes and villains will be penalized for acting on their own or causing property damage. Good luck, kids! Let’s get started!”

He and Tsuyu were the first hero team, pitted against none other than Kyouka Jirou and Eijirou.

It made him itch. It made him taste copper, like anger.

“Todoroki-san,” Tsuyu began, “we should take this time to plan our attack, kero.”

He turned from the floor plan and nodded. “Do you have anything in mind?” He made sure to ask that before he went off on his own since the practical exams. Two brains were better than one after all. It wasn’t like UA was comprised of imbeciles after all. Tsuyu was even among the exceptionally talented.

“I do, kero. This place is riddled with windows. I doubt they’ll have an agent in a room by one especially since I can climb up walls, but once we secure the agent I can just crawl out a window.”

“I can occupy and apprehend Jirou and Kirishima while you make your getaway.”

“Maybe you can secure Kirishima, but Jirou’s soundwaves can break your ice easily given the time. There’s a security system I’m sure they’re watching too. You’ll have to rush them.”

“I should apprehend Jirou first since her soundwaves will prove the greatest threat. Kirishima will be hard to get close to if I’m not careful, but I think after Jirou can’t use her soundwaves to shatter my ice, I’ll be able to apprehend him most easily.”

Tsuyu nodded. “I’ll be following behind you. Try not to freeze the walls or the ceiling so I have something to climb on without having to worry about freezing off my skin.”

He nodded, they clapped on it, and he tucked his map in his pocket.

He rushed inside, skating over the icy floor. The villain team was smartly located in one of the rooms in the center of the building, away from any windows. Eijirou rushed him. It was a brilliant strategy for Kyouka to sit back. Eijirou’s metamorphic Quirk better suited him for combat, and in case he just froze over Eijirou, Kyouka was still free to destroy his ice and put Eijirou back in the game.

He ducked under Eijirou’s elbow and skid across his ice towards Kyouka.

The plan was to apprehend her, but it hit him like a freight train. Jealousy, like copper on his tongue.

Kyouka swung at him with her sword he caught it in his frozen palm. She swore as he swiped her feet out from under her. His fiery hand caught her jacket. Kyouka cursed again and ripped off her jacket. With a stomp, he froze her, flipped over Eijirou’s charge, and landing with his left, the cool room erupted in steam with the burst of heat.

Tsuyu’s tongue rocketed from the hallway and fished the three of them out in one go, Kirishima unconscious and himself squashed face-to-face with Kyouka.

They landed on solid ground and Kyouka swung at him with a punch. “You jackass, you coulda fuckin’ killed us!” she howled. “You realize you coulda toned that the fuck down right!?”

He hopped over Kyouka’s kick and wrapped his legs around her shoulders. He fell onto his arms and threw her in the building side. Tsuyu’s tongue caught Kyouka before she collided with the brick, and suddenly he was plucked off his feet by All Might.

“Todoroki-kun,” All Might’s grave tone somehow made his smile more fearsome. “Visit me in my office after class. We have much to review!”

He grimaced. Nonetheless, he obeyed. He passed Momo on his walk back to campus, with the same worried look she had during their English class. He was in for more than just an earful from All Might. Momo wouldn’t let him get away with being an asshole to her girlfriend.

The wall clock in All Might’s office ticked away. The queasy ball in his gut churned like curdling milk as it ticked away. That was the first time he was in trouble beyond a warning.

All Might finally entered, clad in his striped suit. They sat across from each other and he feared All Might could see him sweat bullets.

“Todoroki-kun, you and I both know you are an exceptional young man and hero in the making. However, you realize people could have died,” All Might said. “We are heroes. We apprehend, we turn villains in to the authorities. We do not murder people however heinous they may be. Now, I am gladdened that you are beginning to embrace the other half of your powers. But you cannot continue to conduct yourself in such a reckless fashion in or out of the classroom.

“I-I understand,” he said.

“Do you? Kirishima-kun is with recovery girl for the burns he received. Tsu-chan and Jirou-chan are receiving care for first and second degree burns. You realize you can’t do something like that in anything less than extringent, life-threatening circumstances, correct?”

He nodded. It felt a lot like his father’s criticism. However kind All Might may be, he always took scoldings personally. He wondered when he could take them as a gesture of love like his rational side understood All Might.

“Good.” All Might moved into the seat beside his and rest an enormous arm over the back. “Will you tell me what’s on your mind now? You’re so level-headed. I know when you lash out.”

He paused, recalling his mother’s advice the day before. He ached to see Momo with anyone but him, but he would be left hollow without her. He couldn’t hear how happy he would be without Momo again.

“I just got ahead of myself,” he answered, his fists balled on his knees.

“And why is that, Todoroki-kun?”

His eyes watered and he knew the gig was up. It just hurt so badly, it was so hard to hide. “I-I got jealous,” he said. “Jirou a-and Yaoyorozu are girlfriends a-as of today but… but I like Yaoyorozu too. I promise I-I’m trying to be happy for Yaoyorozu since she’s my friend b-but it’s so hard when it feels like I’m being stabbed again and again. It’s fucking unfair, and I’m so stupid and I’m a terrible friend to them.” He dug his palms in his eyes. “It sucks so much.”

“Oh, son,” All Might collected him in a hug, and he felt foolish how congested and tearful he was, like a child curled in his mother’s lap again. “Heartbreak is part of growing up, Todoroki-kun. I can’t tell you otherwise, and I can’t tell you that Yaoyorozu-chan will change her mind. But you won’t hurt like this forever. You’ll go back to feeling okay, and you’ll go back to being their good friend. Give yourself time to heal.”

He wiped his face on his sleeve. It didn’t feel like he’d ever recover, but All Might hadn’t lied to him yet.

“Alright, kiddo, go apologize now! You’ll feel a lot better once you get that off your chest.”

He would, of course, if nothing more than to preserve his friendship with Momo.

It was lunch hour by that time. Outside of All Might’s office, he sent Momo a text to meet him in their classroom so he could apologize.

Kyouka and Momo were in their classroom as he requested, sat side-by-side on one of the desks. He approached them and bowed before they could utter a word.

“I-I would like to apologize for my conduct earlier, Jirou-san,” he said. “I was jealous of you and Yaoyorozu’s relationship a-and I let it get to me. I am happy for you two and I promise to behave myself as your friend in the future.”

There were seconds of silence between them, his heart rose and rose into his throat. Momo finally wrapped her fingers around his chin and lifted his face. Her dark eyes were soft and again, finally, she was smiling. It eased his nausea.

“I want to apologize too, Todo-- Shouto-kun. I haven’t been completely forward with you. I-I’m in love with you like I’m in love with Kyouka. But I wasn’t sure how you’d respond to my relationship to Kyouka. Favorably enough if you’ve come to apologize.” She collected him in a hug. His heart pound with life anew, her heart and his both thundering. “If you’re okay with it… I want to be with you and Kyouka.”

It took him three, long seconds to put together what Momo meant, as if too good to be true. “Yes,” he said, breathless.

Momo’s fingers slipped through his hair and she pulled him down for a kiss. There were no fireworks, nothing of the sort. But he melt in Momo’s arms. He was complete, searing with glee.

They fell away, smiling like a couple of bashful fools, and Kyouka jostled him. “Asshole,” she griped with that cheeky grin of her’s.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Sorry. Let’s get something to eat.”

“Ooh, I’m coming! Momo’s lap is the softest seat, you know.”

He and Momo stuttered bashfully. Nonetheless, her hands caught his and Kyouka’s like nets, calloused and strong, and they walked three-wide like a bunch of assholes, catching stares from returning students and instructors alike. Nonetheless, he was happy.

“B-both of them!?”

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Iida,” he scolded Tenya. Izuku laughed nervously as they sat.

“W-we’re just surprised. It’s not exactly everyday people come out as gay o-or multiam---”

“Polyamorous,” Momo corrected Izuku, “it’s called polyamory. But I’m bisexual and polyamorous, and that’s a fact that won’t be changing in the near future.”

“I’m surprised no one noticed,” Ochaco chimed in. “Yaomomo gets this gooey look with people she’s got a crush on. It’s not hard to catch on to.”

He, Izuku, and Tenya clammed up. That was true, he thought, looking back to Kyouka and Momo’s interactions. How could he not have noticed Momo looked at him the same way? What kind of idiot was he?

“I think it’s a dude thing. I mean, he got jealous! They’re fuckin’ ignorant.” Kyouka sighed. “I need a cigarette….”

Momo combed her fingers through his hair and pressed a kiss to his temple. His face would hurt that night with all the smiling he did.

That was fine by him. Hero life was pretty good.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shouto todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #kyouka jirou #todomomojirou

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It’s A Package Deal - Eleven

Bryce spent ten minutes contemplating turning on the radio. The car was silent and although it was pleasant, he wished for some sort of sound. He liked sound. As much as the two were at peace in that moment, Bryce still wished for something to fill the space between them other than silence. Ohm had been in a comfortably good mood and Bryce deemed himself safe enough to reach a hand forward and spin the volume dial up so he could hear the voices chattering away.

Feeling the hitman’s watch on him, he plugged in his phone and shuffled his playlist. When he sat back, he met blank grey eyes for just a moment before the focus was returned to the road, not a shift in his expression.

He smiled to himself ever-so-slightly at his small success, seeing as Ohm’s gun wasn’t in his hand and it wasn’t aimed at him. A calm, not-pissed Ohm, was a good Ohm.

It was something.

Their surroundings thinned over the morning hours, the forest dropping away for the vast openness of the Kansas country. The land stretched out to the horizon; flat, endless and empty. Despite the exposure, Ohm felt himself settle back as they sped down long roads. There was no one around to watch them as they went, no one to pick at their phones or murmur amongst themselves.

That was fortunate at least, seeing as their back windshield was completely shattered and they didn’t look like your everyday road-trippers. There was no need to worry, no need to stress. The emptiness of their location was just as good as the envelopment of the forests. They were still alone.

Bryce rested his head back against his chair, the tension and exhaustion in his body rushing out of his lungs with a sigh. His music floated on the air, coating him in familiarity and comfort.

He barely acknowledged his own voice as he hummed along, eyes staring out at where the earth ended.

“Bryce.” He blinked over to Ohm, meeting those cool grey eyes again. They watched him with a narrowed gaze, but lacked malice as he raised a brow. “Shut up.” Words sharp, but uncaring. A cool warning. The hum faded in his throat and his gaze dropped to the radio. He had a very vivid memory of the gun at his throat and didn’t really want a part two.

Nodding stiffly, he adjusted his seat slightly and let his legs stretch out as much as they could.

The two fell back into silence, and just listened as the song changed once again. Without much thought, Ohm leaned forward a touch and turned up the volume so the sound was heavier in his mind. The music was nice, and he mentally thanked Bryce for not listening to bullshit like heavy metal or annoying hip hop. Instead, he played soft songs with sweet melodies. They were calming and enjoyable to listen to while driving, but not so slow that they’d lull him to sleep. It wasn’t bad.

At least the blonde had a few good qualities.

Ohm found himself rolling down his window and could practically feel his thoughts unwind as the wind fluttered through the car. It washed over his face with a freshness untainted by pollution and untouched by anything but dirt, grass and clouds.

He breathed in deeply through his nose, wanting to breathe in that very air every day for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to taste the polluted city air. He hated the city air. It was thick with smoke and fuel and every kind of pollutant you could think of. Comparing that to out there in the vastness and emptiness was like comparing sewerage water to drinking water.

It was only point to add to the list of things he adored about country life.

Drifting off into the love for his paradise, he acknowledged Bryce’s humming long after it had begun and caught himself following the melody. After a few more long moments of fresh air and pretty humming, Ohm realised he probably should have told the blonde to shut his trap minutes ago.

His mouth opened, Bryce’s name on his tongue, but he found himself pressing his lips together and shaking his head. He didn’t care, it didn’t bother him. He daren’t say he liked the sound, but he wasn’t fussed as it curled around his thoughts and ran along until his fingertips.

He could tolerate the humming – he could learn to tolerate Bryce too.

The atmosphere of the car was hard describe. Bryce liked to think it was pure. Ohm wasn’t glaring and scowling and snarling. Threats weren’t rolling off his tongue like any other day. His eyes weren’t cold and hard and hiding malicious thoughts like they usually were. Instead, his bandana rested around his neck, and his expression was calm. His eyes were soft and his hair ruffled with the wind that flushed through his open window. His hands were relaxed on the leather wheel, his posture was slack, his gun remained untouched.

He was soft, content and calm.

Bryce was almost happy to say he felt comfortable alongside the man, unbothered by him and no longer shuddering with intimidation. The hitman still terrified him, and it was hard to look him in the eye without shrinking back, but it was a nice day. He had a nice aura.

Nice compared to the feeling he usually gave off when they were together.

Bryce felt relatively content. He’d sat with his legs crossed most of the day, sketch pad in his lap and pencil flying over paper. He flicked over page after page, leaving random quirky drawings on each one without purpose or order or proper design. He realised he had started humming again halfway through the day and startled himself, worrying how long he had been doing so and wondering if Ohm had even noticed.

To both concerns, he had no idea, but nothing had been said and the older man had only ever glanced at him every now and then. With slight hesitance, he allowed himself to relax and didn’t bother to overthink the little tunes he hummed along to.

Under Ohm’s directions, he retrieved a box of food from behind his seat and opened up a bag of chips for the driver and another for himself. They snacked on little titbits of food throughout the afternoon, nothing much changing.

The world around them was an exception. Endless flat horizons grew into mountains, and little orderly fields fell apart to acres of low shrubbery. Little clusters of trees dotted the shaped land and they soon found themselves travelling between and around hills and cliff-faces.

That was, until, the car stopped.

They were moving, flying along as they looked up and around the world they passed through, and then they weren’t.

“What’s going on?” Bryce asked, blinking over at Ohm who was frowning at the steering wheel. He chose against responding, twisting the key in the ignition. The car coughed, spluttered, and choked. It didn’t start. “Ohm…”

The brunette groaned, slumping forwards over the steering wheel. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Know anything about cars?” he asked, lifting his head slightly to blink at Bryce with tired eyes. The blonde could see the need for sleep growing heavier in the swirls of grey and sighed, regretfully shaking his head.

“I probably know less than you but I’ll have a look and see if anything’s noticeably destroyed. You should try and rest or something,” he remarked and Ohm straightened immediately. He rubbed his eyes, wishing the lethargy away. “I can sit outside and wave down a car. You look wrecked and you won’t be able to drive if you can’t stay awake.”

He bit out a short, “I’m fine,” and Bryce just shook his head.

He stepped out of the car and dragged himself to the front. Popping the hood, he raised his brows at the mess of mechanics he knew absolutely nothing about. Thankfully, there wasn’t any smoke and nothing looked cracked. But he had no idea what internal damage there could have been. He knew next to nothing about cars, and even less about cars that didn’t start.

He didn’t often do big trips.

“Nothing looks really out of place?” he called to the hitman, carding his fingers through his head hopelessly. Leaving the hood up, he walked around to Ohm’s side and rested against the door. The brunette was trying hard not to look exhausted, and failing. “Just get some sleep, or at least try. I can’t do shit out in the middle of nowhere with a broken down car. I’ll just stand out here and wave down someone driving past.”

Ohm looked at him with doubt. He was exhausted, unfortunately, and Bryce’s humming had definitely done a number on his energy levels. A nap sounded really desirable.

“Fine. But do anything and I’ll know,” he grumbled, the weak threat not doing much to faze the blonde who nodded. Defeat hung off his sigh as he unclipped his seatbelt and pushed his seat further down, rolling to face away from the open window. .

Bryce nodded, satisfied with the other’s compliance, and sat himself down on the road. He hoped that someone would drive past soon.

His gaze dropped over the mountains. They had stopped on a road that rose up in a rocky hillside to the right, and dropped off down over bushland to the left. The vast openness they’d previously been racing across had evaporated to an unstable landscape. Roads wound among hills, along ridges and through spots of forests. There was no pattern to it, no journey to follow; it was a curious adventure with a careless destination.

A destination which had been prolonged, at least for just a bit.

He hoped for not too long, not wishing to be out so late waiting for luck he didn’t believe he had. He didn’t want to sit out in the cold all night, begging for headlights to appear around the bend with the sound of an engine. He didn’t want to talk to random strangers and make up a dumb backstory to who they were and what they were doing.

He wanted to find himself in a moving car, with the heater on and nice music playing. He didn’t like the idea of being stuck. It wasn’t like they could contact anyone, the least contact with people, the better. Calling a towing company would be a long time, and a bigger chance to be recognised.

Some stranger driving around would be less likely to recognise his face. If they did, he was sure Ohm would do something about it.

That thought wasn’t welcome in his mind.

But what if he took the chance… He could wave down a stranger, explain the situation and have them drive off to the next city with just him. He could find authorities, give them Ohm’s information, book a plane ticket home and be back in his apartment with his lover’s arms secured around him, a promise of love and safety. He could leave the hitman sleeping in his car without the slightest idea as they raced off through the country.

Ohm was asleep. The window was open, but he was still asleep. Was he a light sleeper? It was likely. Living his sort of life, he’d have to be. Always in hiding, always on the run. He’d be moving the moment he felt or heard anything.

That meant putting his window up would be too risky, and too difficult to explain without seeming guilty if he awoke. If any car came speeding down the road their engine would certainly rouse him also. Talking would alert him. Car doors opening would alert him.

There were little to no chance of getting out.

Bryce let his head fall to rest on his bent knees, glaring at the gravel. His mind threw thought after thought into a mental rubbish bin, fear battling with his will to get away. The risks were too high, but were they worth it.

He could feel the bruise that had formed at the base of his throat, having glimpsed it in the side mirror when getting out of the car. It wasn’t pretty, and the memory was still vivid despite how calm his partner had been all day. He was still wary and allowed his fingertips to brush along the tender skin.

The thought of what Ohm’d do to him if he was caught making a run for it kept him planted to the side of the car, and his will to run and scream and make a fuss was locked down and silenced in his conscience.

He wasn’t reckless, or brave. He stayed seated on the road.

His gun didn’t shoot. It wouldn’t shoot.

The longer he looked into those blue watering eyes, the more his energy bubbled. In anger? Frustration? Panic? Distress? He couldn’t tell his emotions apart, but he felt he was going to implode. His gaze followed each tear that dribbled down his cheeks, following the line of his jaw and dropping to the grass.

He was just a man. Just a victim. A subject. A deal. He was just another blonde. He was just another pair of blue eyes. He was nothing special, he was nothing specific. He was just someone to be shot.

Ohm yanked the trigger back as far as it could go, only to listen helplessly as it clicked. For the second time, he checked there were bullets in place. For the second time, he assured himself there was. For the umpteenth time, he aimed between the sobbing man’s eyes and shot nothing.

He wanted to scream, but his grit teeth didn’t allow it. Instead, he glared at the blonde. His eyes were big and wide, it was all Ohm could see. Two big swirls of blue, crinkled at the edges and leaking down his sickly pale skin. His lips trembled with words he couldn’t say, and after a few more moments, he fell to his knees.

His eyes stayed on Ohm.

The hitman let out a cry of anguish. “Why can’t I shoot you!?” His fingers trembled around the black weapon, and he only held it tighter. He tried again, hearing it click and click and click. He grit his teeth, running a hand through his hair and gripping it tightly at the roots.

His feet were planted in the grass, little vines entwined over them. He couldn’t turn, or run, and his eyes refused to close.

They stayed on Bryce. He watched the tears soak his skin and drip to the grass below. He glared as green curled over to grey and brown.

He blinked.

And his paradise was dead.

Not a patch of alive, green grass could be seen, trees were coated in thick layers of charcoal, no flowers swayed in the chilling breeze that was pleasant and calming only moments ago. The sound of birds morphed into the wailing of the wind and he could only glare as Bryce fell back onto his heels.

Blue eyes. Staring. Crying.

You can’t kill him unless you mean it.

Ohm snarled, yanking his hand from his hair. He wanted to punch something, to claw at something, to make something bleed. “What’s that supposed to mean!?” he spat, lip pulled back in a vicious sneer. Anger and distress flushed through his bloodstream. He raised the gun again, two hands clamped around it in shaky determination. “I want him fucking dead!” With a final shout, he squeezed the trigger and the bullet buried itself in between those two big blue eyes.

A woman fell to the ground, blonde hair falling over her face as it gushed blood. Her big blue eyes filled with red and Ohm tore his feet from vines that weren’t there. He threw his gun to the side and walked into the trees in search of his paradise.

First: Prologue

Previous: Ten

Next: Twelve

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DAILY ASTROLOGY REPORTS AND HOROSCOPES FOR 4-24-17

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DAILY ASTROLOGY TODAY MONTHLY Astrology of Today – Monday, April 24, 2017

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The Moon is in Aries. The Moon is waning and in its Waning Crescent phase. The Last Quarter Moon occurred on the 19th, and the New Moon will occur on April 26th. Mercury is retrograde (Mercury is retrograde from April 9-May 3). Venus is in its post-retrograde shadow until May 18th. Times are EDT. Horoscopes Aries

The Moon spends the day in your sign, dear Aries, and will spend most of tomorrow in Aries as well. While the desire or need to work hard continues this morning, you’re more than ready for a break from overthinking and overworking as the day advances. Although overdoing the other extreme is probably not wise now, you may very well need some extra “me time” today. You may have felt overcommitted in the past few days, and you’re in need of a change of emotional scenery. You’re experiencing the world around you through the lens of your emotions right now, and this makes things a little bigger and more colorful than usual. As the Moon opposes Jupiter tonight, your emotions are magnified whether you’re feeling high or low!

Taurus

It’s particularly important for you to unwind, detox, and decompress today and tomorrow, dear Taurus. For one, the Moon is in your privacy sector – the last house of the chart. For another, the Balsamic Moon precedes a New Moon in your sign set to occur on Wednesday. The New Moon will serve up powerful energy for starting fresh. It’s true that Mercury remains retrograde, but Mercury is currently hiding behind your sign and your ruler, Venus, is no longer retrograde. As such, you’re in a far better position for new beginnings than you might have expected. Spend today and tomorrow clearing the decks in some manner – put the negative things that have accumulated over the past month behind you now. Find ways to get chunks of time to yourself if possible, or in peaceful environments.

Gemini

Your need for no-strings interactions rises to great heights today, dear Gemini! This will continue tomorrow and don’t kid yourself – the need is real. The Moon is Balsamic now and the New Moon in two days will remind you to tie up loose ends, bring projects that have run their course to completion, and work on boosting your mental and emotional health. Recouping energy is what the weeks ahead are about, even if Mars in your sign frequently ruffles your feathers (or perhaps this is all the more reason to get your rest). You can be in demand today, but you are not up for anything too heavy, and others may simply have to wait.

Cancer

Today and tomorrow are good for recognizing what needs to go, dear Cancer. You’ll see those projects in your life that need completing or attitudes and expectations that have only served to stress you out rather than motivate you. It’s a good time to let go of the negative or useless. You might come before the public, or you might simply be taking charge today. You’re bringing more warmth to your image now, and you’re particularly tuned into your reputation. Of course, overdoing this is not always good for you simply because living with others’ expectations of you always on your mind is too much. However, feeling accountable can be helpful in small doses as you remind yourself of the rules and your responsibilities. It’s a way of keeping yourself in check. Today, you may feel a little torn between dedication to your personal plans or development, and service or commitments to others. Ideally, you can divide your energy or combine these pursuits creatively.

Leo

It can be difficult to concentrate today, dear Leo, as others or your own thoughts seem to undermine your progress. Insecurities or a feeling of not yet having enough information can slow down the decision-making process. Hesitancy experienced now, in fact, buys you time to catch up. You might also be on the fence about where to commit or pour your energies today. We are only two days away from a New Moon, so take things easy and release or tidy up rather than give in to pressure to do something brand new. The Moon is in your spirit sector all day, encouraging adventurous or mind-expanding activities. The tendency to go overboard is strong tonight, but if this is kept in check, you can simply enjoy increased enthusiasm and a positive outlook.

Virgo

Early today, you’re in great shape concerning focusing on priorities and turning out distractions, dear Virgo, but as the day advances, concentration tends to break down, and decisiveness also suffers a little. This is primarily due to difficulties deciding where to put your energies today, as you want to attend to home or family matters but you’re also committed to new ideas and goals. The Moon’s opposition to Jupiter tonight can stir up restlessness — part of you is bent on stirring things up and testing your feelings, and another wants to enjoy what you already have. A New Moon occurs in just two days and will have the effect of pulling you into a somewhat more determined frame of mind. For now, take things easy and focus on letting go rather than taking on.

Libra

The Moon is in your partnership sector all day today and most of tomorrow, dear Libra, and with a New Moon set to occur in your intimacy sector in just two days, it’s a great time for putting some relationship matters behind you. You might decide to focus on letting go of unrealistic expectations in your relationships. Although this is likely to be easier tomorrow than it is today, you might do some thinking on this now. There can be some seesawing between wanting to assert your independence and go your own way, and seeking out the comfort of company, which of course can be quite confusing to others as well as yourself!

Scorpio

You can be particularly focused on getting to the bottom of problems today, dear Scorpio. While you might start the day in the right frame of mind, impatience with the process and anxiousness for the reward can play with your mood as the day advances. In fact, you may begin to question what it is you actually want now – escape and peace of mind or the putting of problem areas behind you! Either side doesn’t seem wholly satisfying, but your best bet is reaching a middle ground. Today and tomorrow are appropriate for letting go of those things, situations, and attitudes that no longer serve you well before the New Moon on Wednesday when your social life or relationships get a nice boost of forward-moving energy.

Sagittarius

You’re in a playful, spirited mood today, dear Sagittarius, although you may very well begin the day ready to take care of business and end it ready to party! There are good intentions behind this one-eighty, but there can be a breaking down of concentration and focus as the day advances. You might also feel torn between personal interests and a commitment to someone. You’ll attract the most luck if you tone down the tendency to overdo or overindulge. Adding finishing touches to projects or finishing up a game or project can be appropriate now as in just two days the New Moon will bring out the workhorse in you.

Capricorn

With a New Moon set to occur in your outgoing, creative sector in just two days, dear Capricorn, the Moon’s time spent in your home and family sector today makes it easier to wind down. And, winding down is entirely appropriate now with a Balsamic Moon today and tomorrow. You don’t have all the information to begin something new now, and you should be giving current projects their due attention or allowing yourself time to recoup your energy in between ventures. It’s a good time to let go of excess baggage. You might begin today motivated to get down to business, but distractions are plenty and restlessness can set in as the day advances. You can be torn between the desire or need for alone time and your commitment to others today.

Aquarius

Your imagination is exceptionally active today, dear Aquarius, and you can feel pleasantly busy in the first half of the day. However, as much as you’d love to keep the momentum going, it can be difficult to focus or concentrate as the day advances. This is just fine if you’ve been working hard and now need to release tension. If not, be a little more vigilant than usual with details which can be overlooked all too easily. It’s appropriate to unwind, tie up loose ends, and put things you no longer need behind you today and tomorrow in preparation for the promise of new beginnings of Wednesday’s New Moon.

Pisces

In these two days before a New Moon in your communications sector, dear Pisces, you might aim to wind down, tie up loose ends, and clear your mind. Problems or even things that are weighing down your life now are better off put to bed so that you feel emotionally lighter and open to new incoming energy in the coming week. The morning should find you focused with a clear sense of your priorities. However, you can feel divided as the day advances. For one, commitments or responsibilities seem to be at cross-purposes today, and for another, you’re not quite certain if you want to go your own way or lean on others. Try not to fret it too much and aim to enjoy the moment.

*Remember to read horoscopes for your Ascendant sign and Sun sign. If you don’t know your Ascendant sign and know your birth time, you can look it up here.

If Your Birthday is April 24th, If Today is Your Birthday full horoscope here.

Astrology of Today – The Details: If you’re astrologically inclined and interested in the details of the Astrology of today, here are some of the factors considered in the forecasts (for the astrology of the week, see This Week in Astrology):

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 0:00 am Event: Moon in Aries Description: The Moon in Aries We are itching to take action and to pioneer something. All things equal, this is a time to begin new projects. Exercise patience and selflessness where possible, but embrace Aries’ courage and directness. Look out for new opportunities.

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 7:58 am Event: Tr-Tr Mon Pll Pal Description: Transiting Moon Parallel Transiting Pallas

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 11:35 am Event: Tr-Tr Mon Cnj Pal Description: Transiting Moon Conjunction Transiting Pallas This is a time of imagination and intuition, when we can draw upon our internal wisdom. There is a good ability to successfully combine logic and intuition, and to understand problems taking into account the human element. There is sensitivity to people’s issues now. Cooperation. Effective, sensitive decision making.

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 4:17 pm Event: Tr-Tr Mon Pll Ven Description: Transiting Moon Parallel Transiting Venus

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 6:25 pm Event: Tr-Tr Mon SSq Cer Description: Transiting Moon SemiSquare Transiting Ceres

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 7:32 pm Event: Tr-Tr Mon Pll Chi Description: Transiting Moon Parallel Transiting Chiron

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 11:23 pm Event: Tr-Tr Mon Opp Jup Description: Transiting Moon Opposition Transiting Jupiter We could be suffering the consequences of recent excesses. We might be stirred to make a promise or a statement, but it could be over the top or unrealistic. Differences of opinion could be an issue now. It can be difficult to be objective.

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 11:47 pm Event: Tr-Tr Mon Sqq Nod Description: Transiting Moon SesquiSquare Transiting North Node There may be the need to pause to adjust things before moving plans forward. We could feel at odds with others on an emotional level. Public relations are not as favorable now.

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 4:15 am Event: Tr-Tr Mer Tri Sat Description: Transiting Mercury Trine Transiting Saturn Rational and logical thinking. Concentration and focus. Organization. Serious communication. Agreeable solitude.

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 5:42 am Event: Tr-Tr Mer Sqr Ves Description: Transiting Mercury Square Transiting Vesta There can be distractions and difficulty focusing now, and important details may be missed in the process. There may be a superficial interest in a project or a misjudgment of how much effort something requires.

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 9:50 am Event: Tr-Tr Mer Pll Nod Description: Transiting Mercury Parallel Transiting North Node

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 7:27 am Event: Tr-Tr Mar Cpl Plu Description: Transiting Mars ContraParallel Transiting Pluto

Date & Time: Apr 24 2017 8:37 am Event: Tr-Tr Sat Qnx Ves Description: Transiting Saturn Quincunx Transiting Vesta

Strong Signs, Elements, Modes ARIES STRONG Initiating, pioneering energy. Independent, bold, courageous, assertive, fiery, inspirational, direct, decisive. Can be egotistical, impulsive, impatient, aggressive, lacking subtlety. TAURUS STRONG Stable and enduring, strong values, unyielding, earthy, acquisitive, strong desires. Can be stuck, stubborn, overly possessive, self-indulgent. PISCES STRONG Compassionate, sensitive, self-sacrificing, gentle, intuitive. Can be escapist, impractical, hyper- sensitive, gullible.

BALANCE OF ELEMENTS

FIRE STRONG Fire is enthusiastic, dynamic, and spontaneous, but lacks reflection. We are more courageous and adventurous now, with a tendency to act before thinking. There is little concern about what happened in the past. We are competitive and possibly impatient or bored easily.

BALANCE OF MODES

The modes are balanced.

LUNAR PHASE: BALSAMIC Moon less than 45 degrees behind the Sun. Time to tie up loose ends, review, reflect, let go, and edit.

The following aspects (major only) and positions are at noon (EDT) on April 24th: Note that when an aspect is applying, it has not yet happened but is within orb – it’s pending. When an aspect is separating, it has already happened/perfected and is moving away from the aspect. Depending on the speed of the planet/body involved, the aspect will have perfected, or will perfect, in a matter of hours (often the case with the Moon), days, months, and possibly years in the case of the very slow-moving outer planets and bodies.

Note that the Moon moves at a rate of approximately one degree every 2 hours, so that if an aspect involving the Moon is applying and has an orb of 5 degrees, the aspect will perfect (be exact) in about 10 hours. If the Moon is separating from an aspect with an orb of 2 degrees, it has already formed said aspect approximately 4 hours ago (since the following are positions at noon today, then it would have occurred at about 8 AM today).

**I suggest paying close attention to applying aspects. The energy of the aspect builds as it gets closer to exact. Once an aspect involving inner planets has happened, it’s over. Separating aspects are good to know for context, but in terms of energy that is with us today, applying aspects are most important. (This is the case for daily astrology influences involving inner planets, which pass quickly, and not natal astrology aspects, which are with us for a lifetime).

THE MOON

THE MOON IN ARIES We are itching to take action and to pioneer something. All things equal, this is a time to begin new projects. Exercise patience and selflessness where possible, but embrace Aries’ courage and directness. Look for new opportunities.

10TH DEGREE OF ARIES Part of Body: Eyeball Sabian Symbol: A scholar creates new forms for ancient symbols.

ASPECTS OF THE MOON OPPOSITION JUPITER Orb 6°57′ Applying We may be going overboard or to excess now. Emotional restlessness, high expectations. Difficulties focusing on responsibilities; difficulties prioritzing. We are looking for fun or for something to celebrate, and turn to others to share our good feelings.

THE SUN

THE SUN IN TAURUS You are a reliable and solid individual. You have a strong need for stable routine and security. You can be stubborn. Others can rely on your down-to-earth nature.

5TH DEGREE OF TAURUS Part of Body: Pharyngeal cavity Sabian Symbol: A widow at an open grave.

ASPECTS OF THE SUN CONJUNCTION MERCURY Orb 7°19′ Separating Thoughts and communications about ourselves and our goals. We are expressing ourselves confidently, directly, and clearly.

MERCURY

MERCURY IN ARIES You are an independent thinker. You talk quickly, and like to think up new ideas. You may experience flashes of intuition.

28TH DEGREE OF ARIES Part of Body: Fornix/parietal and occipital bones Sabian Symbol: A large disappointed audience.

ASPECTS OF MERCURY TRINE SATURN Orb 0°11′ Separating We are cautious, careful, tuned in to details, and rely on common sense at this time.

CONJUNCTION URANUS Orb 2°16′ Applying You have an incisive and ingenious mind. Your thoughts and speech are erratic and inventive. You enjoy progressive topics. Your opinions may be ahead of your time.

VENUS

VENUS IN PISCES You yearn to merge and be at-one with your partner. In fact you want to be at-one with the universe. You also enjoy sharing inspirational activities with your partner, ranging from listening to beautiful music to visiting an art gallery.

29TH DEGREE OF PISCES Part of Body: Toenails of right foot Sabian Symbol: A prism.

ASPECTS OF VENUS SQUARE SATURN Orb 0°58′ Separating Lack of spontaneity when it comes to expressions of affection and the pursuit of pleasure, likely due to insecurities or fear. We may be reserved, withdrawn, cautious, and tight with money and/or feelings. Feelings of being alone and not getting what we want/need can be experienced now.

CONJUNCTION CHIRON Orb 1°29′ Separating You have a childlike innocence in your personal relationships, which makes you vulnerable to emotional pain. You fear commitment and rejection. You may experience pain in early relationships, but this pain is usually healed giving you insight and wisdom in later personal relationships. You see the beauty in people who have been cast aside by others, and develop the ability to be a teacher or healer in intimate relationships.

MARS

MARS IN GEMINI You like to initiate ideas and spread information. You are assertive, although you can resort to evasive behaviour.

3RD DEGREE OF GEMINI Part of Body: Upper right pulmonary lobe Sabian Symbol: The garden of the tuileries.

JUPITER

JUPITER IN LIBRA You have a strong concern for justice. You are a diplomatic teacher, and express your spiritual values in your relationships.

17TH DEGREE OF LIBRA Part of Body: Suprarenal arteries Sabian Symbol: A retired sea captain.

ASPECTS OF JUPITER SQUARE PLUTO Orb 3°13′ Separating You will need to learn to have confidence in yourself even when life deals you a few blows. You range from over confident to completely lacking in confidence. The truth lies somewhere in between.

SATURN

SATURN IN SAGITTARIUS Saturn in Sagittarius asks us to take on the responsibility of living according to our personal truths and principles, and to be loyal to these. This is a time for turning a critical eye to those beliefs and principles that don’t accurately reflect our authentic selves. (December 23, 2014, to June 14, 2015, then September 17, 2015, to December 20, 2017)

28TH DEGREE OF SAGITTARIUS Part of Body: Right leg muscles Sabian Symbol: An old bridge over a beautiful stream.

ASPECTS OF SATURN TRINE URANUS Orb 2°27′ Applying You have a talent for investigation. You look at new ideas and are able then to put them into action. In business you achieve much in your own independent way.

SQUARE CHIRON Orb 0°30′ Applying There can be fears now of not being competent or effective enough to meet our responsibilities, or we could find it hard to strike out on a unique path, again due to fears or insecurities. The desire to break from the status quo is strong, but we may not have the necessary confidence to do so. We may have difficulties empathizing with others and understanding ourselves.

URANUS

URANUS IN ARIES The urge to start fresh, to break free from restrictive attitudes or circumstances, to totally redesign an area of our lives (or even our personalities), and to gain freedom through independence is strong during this cycle. (May 27, 2010, to August 13, 2010, then March 11th, 2011, to May 15, 2018, then November 6, 2018, to March 6, 2019).

26TH DEGREE OF ARIES Part of Body: Skull Sabian Symbol: A man possessed of more gifts than he can hold.

NEPTUNE

NEPTUNE IN PISCES A long-term influence in which fantasy, imagination, compassion, and spirituality are in stronger focus. (April 4, 2011, to August 4, 2011, then February 3, 2012, to March 30, 2025, then October 22, 2025, to January 26, 2026)

NEPTUNE IN THE 8TH HOUSE You feel at one with others and have the ability to transcend daily life through metaphysical pursuits. You may easily sense emotional undercurrents.

14TH DEGREE OF PISCES Part of Body: Right cutaneous veins Sabian Symbol: A lady in fox fur.

PLUTO

PLUTO IN CAPRICORN Tests of our boundaries; breaking down and rebuilding structures and rules. (From January 25, 2008, to June 14, 2008, then November 26, 2008, to March 23, 2023, then June 11, 2023, to January 20, 2024, then September 1, 2024, to November 19, 2024).

20TH DEGREE OF CAPRICORN Part of Body: Tendons of right knee Sabian Symbol: A hidden choir singing.

Chiron, Major Asteroids, and Moon’s Nodes: in Sign and in Aspect CHIRON

CHIRON IN PISCES

Strong awareness of our own vulnerabilities and humanity stimulates compassion for others. (April 20 to July 20, 2010, then February 8, 2011, to April 17, 2018, then September 25, 2018, to February 18, 2019).

28TH DEGREE OF PISCES Part of Body: Phalanges of left foot Sabian Symbol: A fertile garden under the full moon.

VESTA

VESTA IN CANCER

You are committed to your family and loved ones, especially when they need you. However, you may withdraw like a crab into your shell if you feel hurt by those closest to you. You enjoy working with those close to you.

28TH DEGREE OF CANCER Part of Body: Cartilage of ribs Sabian Symbol: Indian girl introduces college boy-friend to her tribe.

PALLAS

PALLAS IN ARIES You have a keen intellect with the ability to come up with exciting, new ideas. You are also happy to risk putting your new ideas into action.

9TH DEGREE OF ARIES Part of Body: Lens of eye Sabian Symbol: A crystal gazer.

JUNO

JUNO IN CAPRICORN You want a partner who you can respect, and who respects you. You seek long-term commitment and may marry later in life.

18TH DEGREE OF CAPRICORN Part of Body: Ligaments of right knee Sabian Symbol: The union jack flies from a new british destroyer.

CERES

CERES IN TAURUS You feel cared for when loved ones give you a sense of stability and security. You like to be touched and stroked and nurtured in practical ways. You also like to show others you care through practical means.

28TH DEGREE OF TAURUS Part of Body: Deltoid muscle and main neck muscles Sabian Symbol: A mature woman reawakened to romance.

THE NORTH NODE

THE NORTH NODE IN VIRGO

This is a quest to become dedicated to the service of others. You will need to overcome the tendency to daydream and feel overwhelmed and to put your compassion and wisdom to practical use for humanity.

2ND DEGREE OF VIRGO Part of Body: Small intestine Sabian Symbol: A large white cross stands alone on top of a high hill.

Sabian Symbol:

THE SOUTH NODE

THE SOUTH NODE IN PISCES

2ND DEGREE OF PISCES Part of Body: Left calcaneum Sabian Symbol: A squirrel hiding from hunters.

*** CONJUNCTIONS TO SELECT FIXED STARS ***

Transits Apr 24, 2017 – Event Chart

Aspects to Mar 02°Ge13 +21°11′ Cnj 02°Ge18 MIRFAK Challenge-oriented.

Aspects to Jun 17°Cp42 -07°31′ Cnj 16°Cp52 RUKBAT Steadiness and strength.

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